Second day

Peter woke up the next morning needing to pee and use his diaper. Unfortunately, Jessica had done such a bad job changing his diaper that it dripped all over his bed.

"Good morning. I just wanted to see you before I go to work." Nicole came in and saw his bed. "Oh, honey. What happened? Did you leak?"

Elizabeth heard her daughter and came in. "What's wrong?"

Peter's diaper leaked. Nicole informed her.

"I'll deal with it," Elizabeth told her. "You need to get to work."

"Sorry." She kissed Peter's forehead. "I really have to go." On her way out, she replied, "Bye, Mom. Bye, Peter."

"Bye, Nicole." Elizabeth called after her. "Good luck."

She approached the bed and pulled back the covers to inspect the damage. "Don't worry, Pumpkin. I'll clean this up." She took off his wet pajamas and his plastic pants. She saw his diaper. "Jessica did your diaper wrong. That's why it leaked. We need to teach her how to do it properly, don't we?" Without waiting for an answer, she untied the diaper and hugged Peter and carried him to the bathroom.

She bathed him. "We need to get ready quickly today," she said, cleaning him up without worrying about his modesty. "This is your first ballet lesson this morning."

She helped him up and wrapped him in her towel. "There. Isn't that better?"

"Yes." She said and meant it. "Thanks, Mom."

She took him back to her room and laid him on the changing mat. There she took out a disposable diaper and placed it under his bottom before tucking him into it. She felt more secure once the diaper was properly closed and she found herself smiling at Elizabeth. She smiled before going to her closet to decide what to wear.

Elizabeth stood up and Janet came back in yellow pants with white flowers. "What do you think?" She held it up for him to see.

It was definitely cute. She wouldn't mind seeing it on Nicole, but that didn't mean she wanted to wear it herself. Still, she didn't want to disappoint Elizabeth, so she replied with a big smile.

"I thought you'd like it." She pulled it over her head.

The dress came just below the crotch of her diaper. If she had been wearing a cloth it would definitely show.

Elizabeth finished her outfit with shoes and a yellow headband and then said. "I'm just going to get these wet things in the wash and then we'd better get going."

Elizabeth hugged Peter and walked to her car and tied him to the back seat of her car. "You better get some breakfast." She uncapped the children's yogurt and handed it to him.

Peter finished it in a short drive and, as he usually did after breakfast, felt the need to defecate. He hoped he could hold out until they got home.

At Mrs. James's house, Elizabeth was waiting at the door, holding Peter in one arm and Peter's things in the other.

"Hello, Elizabeth. Hello, Peter." Mrs. James opened the door and greeted them with a warm smile. She was wearing black pants and a simple skirt. "Come in."

She led them into her lounge. A pink ballet dress was laid out on the sofa. It consisted of a pair of tights and what looked like a girl's one-piece swimsuit with a tight skirt that flared out from the waist. On the floor sat a pair of matching ballet shoes.

"Wow. Is this a tutu for Peter?" Elizabeth asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes," Mrs. James replied. "I had some spare ones lying around. They should be her size."

"Let's try them on." Elizabeth laid Petra down on the floor and took off her shoes. Then she took off her headband and pulled her dress over her head, leaving her standing there in just her diaper.

She picked up the tights and gathered them up before stretching her legs out for Stephen to enter. She stretched them up to her feet and over her diaper. Then came the tutu. She pulled it toward her to put one foot through each leg and then pulled it up to put her arms around.

Finally she put the shoes on her feet. "Such a beautiful ballerina," she announced, pulling back to look at him. "Do you like the tutu, Peter?"

"Yes, Mom." Peter gave her the answer he knew she wanted.

"You can keep it," Mrs. James announced.

Peter knew Elizabeth was urging him to answer her. She beat him to it. “Thank you, Miss James.”

“You have very good manners.” Miss James smiled at her.

Elizabeth beamed with pride. Peter was quickly learning to be a respectful little boy.

The satisfaction of these two women made Peter feel surprisingly good. He hoped it would be something he would repeat often.

“Let’s get started.” Miss James led Peter to an empty part of the room and sat down. “We need to stretch first.”

She did a stretch and Peter did his best to imitate her.

“Good job, Peter.” The lady rewarded his efforts with more praise before demonstrating the next step.

As Peter lay down, he felt the need to poop more. All that bending over wasn’t keeping his diaper from falling off.

“Okay. We’re up.” Miss James stood up and Peter followed. "That's first place." She pointed and he copied and got more praise.

Peter followed Mrs. James's instructions, forgetting that he was going to be a grown man. He was completely absorbed in a little girl learning ballet, and it was wonderful.

He was brought back to reality when the pressure finally became too much and in the middle of a layer, he filled his diaper.

From where she sat, Elizabeth could see this happening.

She watched his changing chair grow larger and larger with the mess. “I think you’d better rest,” she told Mrs. James. “Peter needs a diaper change.”

“Okay.” Mrs. James looked at her watch. “We went further than I planned, anyway. Peter was a good student.”

Peter couldn’t help but smile, but he felt embarrassed. Of course he was embarrassed that he had made a mess, but more embarrassed that for a moment he had felt like a real little girl and he loved it.

Elizabeth opened the changing supplies and then had to completely undress Peter to get to his diaper. Peter, stripped of his diaper, lay down on the changing mat.

“You did really well in your first ballet lesson.” Elizabeth opened the diaper. “Mommy is so proud of you.” She wiped his bottom thoroughly before wrapping it up and putting it in a plastic bag.

“Thanks, Mom,” Peter said as they tucked him into a clean diaper.

“Such a polite little girl,” Mrs. James observed. “You’re doing a good job raising him, Elizabeth.”

This made both Elizabeth and Peter feel good.

“Lisa, would you like to dress him while I throw it out?” Elizabeth asked, holding up the dirty diaper.

“Of course,” Mrs. James replied, taking off Steven’s pants.

Elizabeth went to throw the diaper away and wash her hands. “Thank you.”

“Come here, honey.” Mrs. James picked up the dress and waited for Peter.

She moved closer to him and helped him up with her hands so he could put it on. She put her headband back on and then helped him put on his shoes.

“Thank you, Mrs. James.” She said

"You're very welcome, Peter."

When Elizabeth returned, Mrs. James said to her, "Would you like some tea?"

"Yes," Elizabeth replied. "I think we have time."

"I'll put the kettle on." Mrs. James left.

While they waited for her return, Elizabeth took out Stephen's bottle of water and handed it to him. "You must be thirsty, too."

She finished the bottle by the time Mrs. James poured the tea.

She had nothing else to do while the women chatted, so she got up and began practicing the moves Miss James had taught her.

Elizabeth and Mrs. James smiled. They tried not to make it too obvious that they were watching her. They didn't want her to be embarrassed and stop.

As she danced, she began to feel like a real little girl again. Her self-consciousness had vanished, along with all her adult anxieties.

Before she could lose herself completely, Elizabeth interrupted her. “It’s time to go home, Peter.”

“Okay, Mom.” As she realized he really needed to pee.

He wet his diaper on the car.

“Do you need a diaper change?” Elizabeth asked when they got inside.

“Yes, Mom.”

He took her to his room and changed her into a cloth diaper.

As she’d expected, her dress wasn’t long enough to cover her diaper.

“I need to hang up the laundry,” she informed him. “You can play in the backyard.”

He led her out the laundry room door. From there, he could keep an eye on her as she unloaded the washing machine.

Peter stepped into the backyard. The fences seemed too low to him. The neighbor could peek into the yard at any moment.

The backyard hadn’t changed since Nicole and Jessica were children. It had a sandpit, a swing, and a small house. These had been unused for over a decade, but Elizabeth had kept them in good condition so that she could have grandchildren.

Peter chose the privacy of the small house. Fortunately, it was large enough for him to move around inside. It was now mostly used as storage for outdoor toys, such as buckets and shovels for the sandpit.

He sat on a chair that was a little too small for him and looked out the window at the backyard. Soon Elizabeth came out of the house with the laundry. She set the basket down and waved to Peter. Not wanting to disappoint him, he waved.

Elizabeth began to pull things out of the laundry basket. Peter's sheets had been there since the morning, but it was mostly his diapers and plastic pants. His diapers were on display, exposing Peter despite being hidden in the small house.

"Hi, Elizabeth." Peter's fear was realized when a woman called out from over the fence.

"Hello, Charlotte." Elizabeth waved.

"It looks like you have a child in the house again," the woman observed, but then she noticed something odd. "They're some really big plastic panties."

Elizabeth laughed. "Yes, they are." She turned back to the small house and motioned for Peter to come over. "Peter, come out and meet Mrs. Stone."

Peter hesitated.

"Come out, Peter." Elizabeth repeated. "You know what happens when you're rude to grown-ups."

The warning brought Peter out of hiding. Mrs. Stone hid her mouth behind her hands when she saw him, but it was clear she was laughing.

"Say hello to Mrs. Stone." Elizabeth encouraged him.

"Hello, Mrs. Stone." She did as she was told.

"Peter was Nicole's husband here. They've come to stay with me." Elizabeth explained. When he used my toilet as a man, he had trouble aiming, so now he's a diaper boy. When he's ready, I'll train him.

Peter could only stand there, blushing.

"Maybe I should try that with Mike," Mrs. Stone said, recalling her long-standing frustration with hand habits.

"I'm sure Peter would love to have another little boy to play with."

"I'm impressed you decided to diaper him," Mrs. Stone says. "That must be a lot more work."

"It's not that bad. I diapered Michael and Jessica too. The kids suffer from a lot of diapers," Elizabeth explains, pointing to the clothesline. "It's just more economical. Plus, cloth diapers make their little bottoms look so cute."

Mrs. Stone laughs again. "They definitely do."

"Well, I'd better give Peter lunch." Elizabeth hangs the last diaper on the line. "It's almost time for his nap."

"If you ever need a break, feel free to drop Peter off at my place," she suggests. “My Sarah is studying childcare and I’m sure she’d love to help.”

“Thanks, Charlotte,” Elizabeth said. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

It was a quiet afternoon. After Peter’s nap, Elizabeth let him play in the living room, occasionally checking on him as she did various household chores.

“Mom, can I help?” Peter asked at one point, mostly because he was getting rather tired of the baby’s toys.

Elizabeth welcomed the offer but replied, “When you’re a little older.”

Elizabeth had Peter on her lap and was feeding him dinner when Nicole finally came home.

“Hi, Mom.” She greeted them both with a kiss, his mother on the cheek and Peter on the forehead. “Hi, Peter.”

“How was your first day?” Elizabeth asked, bringing a spoonful of peas to Peter’s mouth.

“It’s a bit boring, actually. I’m overqualified to be a secretary,” she complained. But it’s better than nothing.

“Peter had his first ballet lesson this morning,” Elizabeth informed her.

“Was that fun?” Nicole asked Peter. “Did you wear a tutu?”

Peter could only nod in response, as Elizabeth made sure his mouth was never empty.

She’s a very good ballerina, Elizabeth commented. Just like her big sister.

“Will you show me?” Nicole asked Peter.

She nodded.

“I’m sure she will,” Elizabeth insisted. “When she’s less shy.”

That night, after Janet had bathed Peter, she took him to her room and took out two cloth diapers. She placed them on the bed next to him. "I think I'll make your diapers thicker for bed. We don't want you to leak again." She folded the diapers and placed them under her bottom. He could already feel the extra thickness, just with the shoes on.

She powdered him and pulled the double diaper between his legs, forcing them apart. Once they had pinned his diaper and covered him with another pair of plastic pants, she hugged Peter and

joined Nicole in the living room, where she was watching the news.

When she was done, Elizabeth suggested. "Maybe Stephanie could show us her ballet now."

Peter nodded again.

"Please," Nicole pleaded. "I really want to see."

She got up from the floor with a sigh.

Elizabeth turned off the TV and started a song.

Peter began to do the moves that Mrs. James had taught him. He was very self-conscious and awkward in his bulky diapers, but Nicole and Elizabeth smiled and clapped for him.

During one of the moves, he lost his balance and fell on the bottom of the pillow. Nicole couldn't help but giggle. Peter snorted, which only made the scene more beautiful for her. It made him laugh even harder.

Peter didn't want to dance anymore. He went back to his place on the blanket and stayed there until Elizabeth announced, "It's bedtime, Peter."

"Good night, Peter." Nicole hugged him.

"Good night, Nicole."

Elizabeth took him to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, then carried him to his room.

"Are you wet?" she asked, feeling his diaper. "No. It's still dry."

Peter climbed onto the bed and hugged Felicity. Elizabeth sat down on the bed next to him and began to read him a bedtime story.

Peter closed his eyes and listened. Elizabeth was much more beautiful than Jessica. Without thinking, he approached her with a satisfied smile. Before Elizabeth could finish the story, she was asleep.