My story begins in a barber shop. I had to use the bath room one day really bad I couldn't hold it any. After I got my hair cut I got home and changed my underwear. My Mom watched while I was changing Zac did you pee in your pants again? yes I said quietly. Go clean those underwear out.
After I was done my Mom went to the store. 1hr passed she came back with 5 bag's and 2 big boxes. She told me to stay in the living room and watch TV. 3 and a half hrs went by with drill sounds and hammering. She told me to come with her.
My room was completely different. It was full of diapers, a crib, a changing table and baby toy's. My mom picked me up and put on the changing table and put a big thick diaper on me put me in footed pajama's.
She put a pacifier in my mouth and picked me up and put me in the crib and in then was leather restraints an a bottle of milk she fastened the restraints and put a baby monitor on the crib and said now you can be my baby again. If you need a diaper change just cry.
Drink your bottle now good night my little p-pee boy. The next day came I woke up actually crying with a wet diaper. She heard me crying and came in with a fresh new diaper and powder in her hand and said "does little p-pee need a fresh diapee?" in a baby voice. To this day I am still diapered and I'm 15 and now in special ed.