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Dear Helga, It is a wonder that I have not found this site prior to this month. I have often looked to the web for sites related to adults, diapers and female clothing, but never had thought about Petticoats as the word to use, so imagine my surprise when I found your site and started to read the stories, letters and see the pictures of so many wondrous people. What a wonderful place to visit monthly. It certainly has opened my eyes to other possibilities. The story I wanted to relate to you takes place far before my husband and I met, and I have verified it with him mother prior to writing this letter to you to ensure that the facts were correct. He was a young boy of just 8 when he was put back into diapers and plastic pants again. The story starts the day of his 8th birthday. The day was surprisingly warm for spring. I was told that the temp that day managed to get to 23c degrees and so you can imagine that summer wear was out in full force. That morning was good and all wished him a happy birthday. His party was to be at 4 and go till 6:30. There was an expected 10 boys and girls invited. Mostly neighbours and good friends from school. His older sister had invited a few of her friends as well. As the morning went on, his attitude became more and more upsetting, his mother tells me. She had to speak to him on a number of occasions prior to lunch and into the afternoon. As the guests arrived, he would shun most of the boys, and the girls were left to attend to there own needs. His mum, pulled him aside and gently reminded him that all were there with gifts for him, and that he was to be pleasant to everyone not just the boys in "his" crowd! As the party moved on, boys and girls lines were being drawn, and mostly by him. The story goes that at 4:30, all the children were brought into the house for gift opening and then an early supper. As he opened the gifts, if he did not like them, he would throw them aside and stated that they were "baby" gifts. Those he liked he kept close to him. His mother had never seen such an attitude and was very surprised. She tells me that near the end of the gift giving, she spoke with my father-in law about what to do. He explained that "with that attitude, maybe he should be a baby!" As the last gift was given, he was pulled from the crowd by his father. His mother explained that all should go into the dining room and that he would be out in a minute or so. The darling was taken to his mother's bedroom and was told that his behaviour was not appropriate, and to further re-enforce that, his mother went to her "special keepsake drawer" and pulled from it some cloth diapers, pins and some plastic pants. Imagine his surprise when he was told to remove his clothes. With father present, he did as he was told. His mother lay him on her bed lifted his legs and spanked him bare-bottomed for his action telling him that his abusive nature was not called for, she then dressed him in this baby outfit, one that fit the day, then grabbed his arm and told him that his guests expected him back, and that she expected him to apologize. He struggled against both adults but this did nothing to help. He was pulled to the dinning room wearing nothing but the diapers and his shoes and socks. Everyone in the room was shocked and surprised. Most of the boys started to tease him and it didn't take long before the girls all joined in as well. Even his sister and her few friends chanted in. After a bit of teasing and humility, the crowd was told that "his actions today were due to a very, very tired baby and that he would be going to bed early". The apology was said by him and he was then told to say "night night" to all and he slinked off to his bedroom, where the door was closed and he was left alone. The party continued till the appointed time. After cleanup, mum and dad went to check on there now little boy to find that he had re-dressed himself in proper boy attire and had not gone to bed as instructed. He was again, stripped of his clothes all of which were now removed from his room and put back into diapers and plastic pants. His mum brought him a nighty of hers to wear and he was put to bed, sobbing. No one quite remembers, but the diaper punishment went on for quite a bit of time, possibly a year or 2 and he certainly learned his lesson from it. Years later, after we were married, I discovered a stash of diapers and was very overwhelmed by this. I spoke with his mother prior to his arrival at home and this was when I heard the story for the first time. As I have always been the dominant in the household, I took it upon myself to 'reacquaint' him with his old friends. That evening when he arrived from the office, I stripped him naked, lay him on our bed and diapered him. He was embarrassed to say the least. I fed him his supper and put him to bed at 6:00p.m. that night. This has continued for the last 12 years or so, and I have since purchased a cot which he sleeps in and other attire he wears. I entertain sometimes into the evening hours and he is told to be quiet. If he is good, he gets some loving from me, but if he is bad he is spanked and put into a corner, even if I have to excuse myself because of the "baby". The latter seems to be his preference lately. His mum and sister visit quite often and when they do, they have the opportunity to change the little boy once again, just like old times. The bathroom is out of bounds during the weekend and at night and baby boy time starts as he walks in each night from the office. Yours truly, Lindsay S. - Canada Thank you for your letter Lindsay. I'm sure you have a happy home life now with your special baby and no doubt he loves you all the more for his treatment. Auntie Helga |