To be diapered

Elizabeth began to fold the mysterious white square, and Peter finally understood what she meant.

“No way.” Peter shook his head. “I don’t wear diapers.”

“Peter. Please.” Nicole took his hand. “Just do what he says.”

“Are you on his side?” Peter pulled his hand away. “How can you agree to this?”

We have ****. We can’t leave the house. We have to follow mom’s rules.

Once again. Peter knew she was right. He was trapped. “Okay.”

“Take off your clothes and lie down on the diaper.” Elizabeth directed him.

“Do you want me to take off my clothes in front of you?”

“Maybe you’ll get used to it too. I’ll change your diaper.”

Peter sighed in frustration, taking off his T-shirt and then his shorts.

“Pants underneath.” Elizabeth directed. "You won't need them for a while."

She pulled down her panties and stepped out. She walked over to the bed, completely naked, and lay down on the diaper.

Elizabeth pulled the thick material between her legs, pinning it down, thinking to herself that she couldn't be more embarrassed.

She soon realized her mistake. Elizabeth turned back to the shopping bags and came back with a pair of blue plastic pants that had been sitting on the chair.

Elizabeth and Nicole helped her up from the bed. The diaper between her thighs was too thick. She couldn't look either of them in the eye.

The humiliating outfit was completed with a T-shirt that was so short it didn't even reach the waist of her plastic pants and pink.

"Come out to the living room and we can enforce the rules," Elizabeth ordered as she left the room.

"It'll be okay." Nicole hugged her tightly. "Just play together and get over this."

Stefan caught his reflection in Nicole's full-length mirror. "I look ridiculous."

"I think you look lovely."

For some reason, this made Peter want to cry. He managed to hold himself together as Nicole led him by the hand to join his mother in the living room.

"You can sit there," Elizabeth told Peter, indicating the soft blanket she had spread on the floor between the sofa and the television.

As the women took their places on the sofa, Peter sat cross-legged on the blanket.

"Good boy," Elizabeth complimented him. "If you just keep doing what you're told, this will be a lot easier for all of us."

Peter shifted uncomfortably in his diaper, his plastic pants crumpling.

From now on, until I decide your potty training is complete, you are a little kid. Elizabeth began to explain the rules. We call you little one and you call me mommy. Nicole is not your wife, she is your big sister.

From now on, you live in my room.

Peter knew she was trying to be cruel, but he still glared at her for comment.

"We are going to start training from scratch," Elizabeth continued. "That means you will first get used to using your diaper. The toilet is off limits."

"For how long?" Peter finally spoke.

"Until I am convinced that you will not even think about using the toilet, you will put on your diaper as soon as you feel like it, no matter where you are."

Peter suddenly realized that this was not going to be over for another day or two. He thought Elizabeth was just trying to get her point across by embarrassing him and then things would go back to normal. No. This would take weeks, maybe even months.

But I have to get a job. He complained. "I can't go to an interview in diapers."

Stupid Peter. Elizabeth assured him. "You're not going to do anything for yourself. You'll always be under my or your older sister's supervision, but if we're both busy, you'll have a babysitter."

That was when Peter realized that this was how others would see him. It was bad enough with just Nicole and her mother. He felt like crying and buried his face in his hands.

Nicole moved, seeing his distress, and sat down on the blanket next to him, resting her head on his lap. "It's okay, honey." She began to stroke his hair. She thought her mother was overreacting, but she didn't dare argue. They needed a place to live and they didn't have money. She also enjoyed seeing him like this. It was really funny how he resisted the urge to tap her heeled sole.

You don’t dress yourself, bathe yourself, or change your diaper,” Elizabeth continued, leaving the management of Stephen’s distress to Nicole. “You need an adult to do that for you. If you need a diaper change, you can tell us or you can wait for one of us to check on you.”

Peter had his eyes closed, enjoying Nicole’s attention. Maybe having a baby wouldn’t be so bad for him.

“You understand?” Elizabeth wanted to make sure she was still listening.

“Yes.” She just wanted Nicole to keep doing what she was doing.

“Yes, when?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Good. Because if you break any of these rules or are rude to an adult, you will be punished.” Elizabeth stood up. "Nicole, I'm going to go fix Peter's dinner. Are you okay to watch him?"

"Yes, Mom." Nicole said.

Peter stayed there, resting his head on Nicole's lap, until Elizabeth called out, "Peter's dinner is ready. Can you check his diaper and bring him to the table?"

Do you need a diaper change? Nicole asked Peter.

Peter shook his head. He felt a strange mix of emotions at being asked. Of course it was embarrassing, but the way she was taking care of him made him feel like he was Nate and love him.

"Okay." Nicole helped him up. "Let's go." She led him to the dining room table where a bowl of macaroni and cheese was waiting for him. A pink cup was next to it.

He started to sit down on the chair but Elizabeth stopped him, patting his leg and telling him to come sit here. It was humiliating for Peter to sit on his mother-in-law's lap, but Nicole made him sit on Elizabeth's. Elizabeth dipped her fork into some pasta and brought it to Peter's mouth. "Here comes the plane."

Peter just sighed, giving in to the final humiliation and opening his mouth. As Elizabeth fed him, he noticed the clock on the wall. It was just after 5. Elizabeth was serious about treating him like a toddler.

Nicole giggled as Elizabeth handed Peter the last few pieces of pasta. She went and quickly returned with a wet wipe to clean her face with. “We need to get you a counter.”

“I want to bathe her anyway,” Elizabeth says, standing up.

Stephen gives Nicole a pleading look. The thought of Elizabeth bathing him was too much to bear right now.

He didn’t need much convincing. “I’ll take care of that mother.”

Nicole led him into the bathroom and began filling the tub.

“This is ridiculous,” Peter complained when he was sure Elizabeth wouldn’t hear him. “Can’t you just leave her out of this?”

“I tried.” Nicole insisted. “Just make the best of it.”

“The best of it?” he said angrily.

“It’s like a vacation. A vacation from adulthood.” “You can just relax and let Mom and I take care of you.”

“What if someone else sees me like this?” Peter demanded.

No one else in this town knows you. Nicole assured him as she tested the water. “And if anyone is mean to my baby brother, they have to answer to me.”

She stared at him for just one last look.

“Now let’s get you in the tub,” she directed. “Arms up.” She pulled her T-shirt over her head and pulled down her plastic pants and unbuckled her diaper.

She took his hand and helped him sit in the tub, surrounded by bubbles. She closed her eyes and relaxed as she washed him all over. Maybe she was right. At least that part wasn’t so bad.

When Nicole was satisfied that he was clean, she helped him out of the tub and wrapped him in a big fluffy pink towel to dry him off. Then she carried him into the bedroom and laid him on the bed while she tried to fold a new diaper for him.

“This is a problem.” Nicole laughed as she failed for the second time.

"Do you need help?" Elizabeth asked, leading herself into the room.

"I think you should show me how to do this again," Nicole replied.

Elizabeth spoke to Nicole and then said. "Now we need the baby."

Nicole picked up Peter's towel and laid him down with his bottom on the diaper.

"Pull the front between his legs," Elizabeth directed. "And make sure it's tight. You don't want a sagging diaper."

Nicole followed her instructions.

"Now pull the sides up so they meet in the middle," Elizabeth continued. "And watch out for the safety pins. You don't want to pinch him."

Nicole carefully secured the diaper with the pins.

"Good job." Elizabeth praised her. "Now you need to put some plastic pants on him so he doesn't leak."

Nicole pulled out a pair of clear pink plastic pants and pulled them over Peter's diaper.

"Thanks, Mom." Nicole said, "I think I've got it now."

Elizabeth left the room, and Amanda looked through the shopping bags and finally said, "Here it is." She pulled out a short pink nightgown with a teddy bear on the chest.

She helped him with this. The pajamas barely covered his diaper. He knew that if he bent over at all, his plastic pants would flash. At least this was better than a T-shirt, he reasoned. He was already dressed.

As Peter reluctantly allowed Nicole to lead him back to the living room, he became increasingly aware of something he had been trying to ignore for a while. He needed to pee. He knew he would have to use his diaper sooner or later, and the sooner he got used to it, the quicker it would all be over. Still, wetting himself, being in a wet diaper, and then having Nicole, or worse, Elizabeth, was not something he was eager to try.

Nicole sat him down on the blanket where Elizabeth had laid out some dolls and baby toys. He looked at them but nothing looked interesting.

“I’ll watch Peter while you move the new stuff into my room,” Elizabeth told Nicole, turning on the TV and sitting on the couch. “You don’t want to disturb him with moving things after we put him to bed.”

Peter had reached a point where holding back meant restlessness. He didn’t want Elizabeth to see him doing the potty dance and know he was going to use his diaper. Once again, he knew he had ****. He relaxed and let go of his bladder. He could feel the pad on his lower body getting warm and moist.

When he was done he looked at Elizabeth to see if she had any idea what he had done. She was focused on the TV and it didn't seem like she had wet herself. Unfortunately now she had to sit in this wet diaper. There was certainly no way he could tell her that he needed a diaper change.

Finally Nicole turned and joined her mother on the couch until Elizabeth said, “Okay, Peter. Bedtime.”

“I can hold him,” Nicole offered.

“I’ll do it this time.” Elizabeth stood up. “I’m his mom.”

Elizabeth hugged Peter. His wet diaper hung down heavily, and Elizabeth quickly realized. “Looks like someone needs a diaper change. But we can take care of that after we brush our teeth.”

So she took him to the bathroom, and he stood in his thick diaper while Janet brushed his teeth for him.

Then she took him to the bedroom and spread out a plastic changing mat on the wooden bed. “I guess we can use this as a changing table for now.”

She laid him down on the mat and took off his plastic pants and threw them into the nearby bucket that served as a diaper pail. Then she untied the wet diaper and pulled it away from him, throwing it into the bin.

The air was cold on his wet skin, and the wet wipes Elizabeth used to clean him were even colder, but it felt good to be out of the wet diaper. He looked away, embarrassed to look at her as she pulled the baby wipes over his head and down his body.

Elizabeth took out another diaper, folded it, and placed it next to him on the bed. She cut it under his bottom, then took out some baby powder and dabbed it into his groin before using her hands to rub it into the soles of his feet. “You won’t be changing again for a long time,” she explained. “This should help you get comfortable.” The smell made him feel even more childish.

She pinned him to the diaper and said, "Now go to bed, Peter. I'm just going to wash my hands and then get you dressed and read you a bedtime story." She took the bucket of wet diapers and the plastic pants with her.

Peter climbed onto Elizabeth's bed and tried to get comfortable. It was hard with the unfamiliar bulk between his legs.

Elizabeth soon returned with a picture book and an empty bucket of diapers. She sat down by the bed and read it to him. "Once upon a time there was a princess." She turned the book to show Peter and pointed. "Look. The princess and this is her castle."

Peter listened dutifully. I'm not sure why Elizabeth would do this. She didn't seem to mean to embarrass him, like most of the things Elizabeth did to him. It seemed like she just wanted to read him a bedtime story, because that’s what moms do for their little ones.

When she finished the book, Elizabeth looked at the teddy bears displayed on the shelves before selecting a fluffy white bear. “This is Felicity. Nicole slept with her every night when she was a little girl. I don’t think she’d mind sharing her.” She placed the bear next to Peter.

Peter smiled despite himself. “Thanks, Mom.” Elizabeth’s affection for him, even in a strange way, gave him a warm tingle.

Elizabeth smiled at him. “Good night, Peter.” She kissed his forehead.

“Good night, Mom.”

Elizabeth turned out the light and went to close the door behind her.

He lay there awake. It was too early for her to go to sleep, and she wasn’t used to sleeping on her back. He thought about how Elizabeth's behavior at bedtime had made him feel. Maybe it wasn't so bad, yes, it was embarrassing, but for the first time, he felt like Janet wanted him here. He hugged Felicity tightly, feeling the same warmth he had when Janet had given her to him. He finally fell asleep, still holding Felicity, but in the middle of the night he woke up and needed to pee again. No one seemed to be awake. Elizabeth was sleeping next to him, it was embarrassing to sleep on the bed next to his mother-in-law, for a moment he thought about sneaking out to use the bathroom, but he realized that it wouldn't help him get out of diapers any sooner, and he really didn't want to upset Elizabeth. He calmed down and wet his diaper before going back to sleep.