Tiffany's Diaper Tales
Volume I
By BabyInDiapers
Written 11/03/2003
Chapter 076
I woke up the next morning still in mommy and daddy's room. I
was curled up next to mommy. Her arm was around me and she
held me all through the night while I slept. I moved around a
bit. Mommy then woke up. "Hi sweetie." She said as she reached
her other hand around to touch my cheek and brush my hair out
of my face. "Hi mommy." I said softly. She then pulled me on
top of her. The side of my face lay against her breast. Mommy
ran her hands through my hair and rubbed my back. I just
closed my eyes and drifted back off to sleep. A while later I
woke up again. I sat up in bed, my diaper was soaked. Mommy
sat up and pulled the covers off. She also had a wet diaper.
She took me by the hand over to my room and changed me. She
then woke Teala and changed her. Tammy walked in the room just
then. "Oh Hey mom, I see you are diapered this morning." Tammy
said teasingly. Mom just blushed. After she finished changing
Teala she got me something to eat and then went back to her
room to change. Daddy was in his office working on a project
for his company. He had been busy with it for a couple days
now. I felt so much better this morning than I did last night.
Mom came back out and sat with me and we talked a little bit.
Later on, she sent me off to school. I met Laura and Emily and
Michelle and the other kids at the bus stop. I didn't say much
on the way to school. "Hey why are you so quiet?" Emily asked.
I don't know, I guess I didn't sleep to good last night." I
replied. "Oh, ok." Finally we got to school. I dropped my
diaper bag off at Miss Megan's office then went to class. The
day was a normal one. On the way to lunch, I stopped by Miss
Megan's office. "Hi sweetie." She said as she followed me into
the changing room.
"I guess I'm ok." I muttered. "Just, OK?" she asked while
sliding my jeans down. "Yeah, I have to go talk to a doctor
today after school. I am nervous though." I said. "You mean
you are going to go see a therapist?" "Yeah." I said. "Well
honey, that's not anything to be scared of. They are there to
help you with things and for you to talk to. I'm sure it will
go well." Miss Megan said. "Yeah, but I don't wanna go." I
said as my eyes began to fill with tears. "Oh honey, it's
nothing to worry about. Come here sweetie." She said as she
hugged me. "But I don't want her to make me grow up. I want to
be a baby. I don't want to talk to a stranger about what is in
my mind. It's my life, not hers. Why do I have to talk about
it. I like the way I am." I said while crying. "Oh sweetie,
listen, she's not going to make you change anything, and
anything you tell her is between you two. She just wants to
help you understand yourself better. You don't have to tell
her anything you don't want to. Believe me, you'll be ok." She
said while holding me close.
"Yeah, I guess." I said. "Well trust me, it'll be ok sweetie.
Now you better get to class. Hey, don't worry about it ok?"
she said while opening the door for me. "Ok, I wont." I said
as I turned to leave. I went to lunch. I didn't eat much. It
didn't matter since lunch was half over. Laura and Emily knew
something was bothering me but I just didn't want to talk. I
felt weird that I had to go see a therapist or whatever she
was. I wasn't so scared now, but I still felt nervous. During
the last part of class my tummy was feeling weird. Finally I
really filled my diaper with a lot of poo. That made me feel
better. Mrs. Baker didn't make me go get changed since I
seemed to be comfortable at the moment.
The bell rang. I stayed at my seat. "Come on Tiff." Emily
said. "I am not going. I have to wait for my mom, she's
picking me up today." I said while looking down at my desk.
"Why? "Just cuz." I said. "Look Tiffany, if you wanna talk to
me later, call me or come over ok. I know something is on your
mind. I love you, you know that." She said as she knelt down
to hug me. "Bye." I said as I looked at her. "Bye Tiffy." She
said. She ran out of the room to catch up to Laura. Laura was
at Miss Megan's so she didn't see Emily come up to me at that
time. Mrs. Baker knew my mom was picking me up because I
handed her a note earlier.
"Sweetie, why don't you go get your diaper changed and you can
wait for your mommy in the front office ok sweetie?" she said.
"Otay, thanks Mrs. Baker." I said while gathering my stuff. I
left and went to Miss Megan's. "Wow, what a messy baby you
are." She said. She changed me with extra care this time. She
was being very motherly to me. I regressed while she was
babying me. She even came out into the office and sat with me
until my mommy got there.
Mom came in the office. "Hi baby, you ready to go?" I stood up
and Miss Megan gave me another hug. "Yep, me is ready." I
said. "She was very nervous and scared today, but I had a
little talk with her. She's doing better now." Miss Megan said
to my mom. "Thank you so much Megan, I'm so glad you are at
this school. Tiffany really likes you a lot." Mom said. Miss
Megan just smiled. I was blushing, and sucking on my thumb
while holding mommy's hand. I was being a shy baby.
Mommy took me by the hand and walked with me out to the car.
She put me in my car seat. Then she got in and pulled out of
the school parking lot. I had my pacifier in my mouth while
she was driving. Then she pulled into the Mc. Donald's drive
through! "Yay mommy!" I said as my pacifier fell out of my
mouth. "Does baby want a strawberry milkshake?" mom asked.
"Yes me want one!" I said excitedly as I clapped my hands
together. "One large strawberry milkshake please?" mom said
into the speaker. "Will that be all?" a voice came back. "Yes,
that's all. "That'll be $2.39, please pull around to the next
window to pay." The voice said. "Two thirty-nine? The prices
keep going up." Mom said as she sighed and then pulled around
to the other window.
Mom handed the money to the lady in the window. She leaned her
head out the drive through window and looked at me. "Aww,
isn't she so cute. How old is she?" the lady asked. "10,
almost 11." Mom said. "She's pretty big for 11 months!" the
lady said astonished. "No, 11 years." Mom said as she smiled.
"But, she's in a car seat, and." She paused. "Yep, she's a big
baby still." Mom said. "Wow, very interesting." The lady said
as we then pulled out of the drive through and continued on
our way to the therapist's.
"Thank you mommy!" I said after sucking on my straw for a
while. "You're welcome sweetie." She said. We pulled into a
parking lot. Mom helped me get out of my car seat and I held
her hand while we walked to the building. Mom was holding my
milkshake so I wouldn't spill it. Mommy went up to a window
and signed me in. I was sitting in a chair happily sucking on
my straw. It was such a yummy milkshake. Mommy came and sat
back down with me. "Your appointment is in 5 minutes honey."
She said. "You come with me mommy?" I said. "Yes, of course
honey. I will come in with you for a while." She said. "No!
Stay with me mommy!" I whined. "If you want me to, I will, but
I think you are going to have fun and you won't want mommy
there after a while." She said. "Fun?" I said as I stuck my
tongue out." "Now be good baby for mommy ok?" "Otay momma." I
said as I leaned closer to her. I was done with my milk shake
so she got up and put it in a trash can.
They called my name and I grabbed mommy's hand and we walked
into the hall. A lady came out from one of the doors and
motioned for us to come into her room. She closed the door.
"Why don't you have a seat here." She motioned for me. I shook
my head. I sat in mommy's lap. She held me tight because she
knew I was scared. She gently rocked me while we talked. "My
name is Mrs. Woods, and you must be Tiffany?" she asked. I
just nodded my head. She sat down in a chair a few feet from
mommy and I. "So how are you today?" she asked me. "I good." I
said. "That's great." She said.
I was looking around the room. I noticed that there were toys
for all ages! I was looking at a coloring book and crayons
over to the one side. There were also dolls and even a doll
house. "Why do you have toys in your office?" I asked. "They
are for you to play with. Would you like to play?" she asked.
"Go on honey." Mom said as she slid me off of her lap. I went
over to the crayons and coloring book. I sat down and opened
the box. There were so many colors, I didn't even have that
many at home!
Mom and Mrs. Woods talked for a while as I happily sat there
and drew pictures. "Honey, mommy is going to go sit out in the
waiting room, if you need me Mrs. Woods will walk with you out
to the lobby ok?" she said as she stood up. "No mommy! Stay!"
I whined. "I'll be right outside. Why don't you draw mommy a
picture ok sweetie?" she said as she stood by the door. I
frowned. "Otay mommy, I will." I said while I rubbed my eyes.
I had a couple tears in them. I was just a cry baby today.
Mrs. Woods knelt down by the other side of the table. "So what
are you drawing?" she asked. "I drew a rainbow, and I drew a
school bus, and a baby being pushed in a stroller by his
mommy." I said. "Very good Tiffany. You draw very well." She
said. "Thanks." "So, can I show you some neat pictures?" she
asked. "Did you draw them?" "No, but they are very neat." She
said. "What are they?" I asked. She had my curiosity now.
"Well that's kind of funny. Some people see different things
when they look at them." "Really?" "Yeah. So why don't I show
them to you and you can tell me what you think they are. Can
you do that for me?" she asked as she stood up and picked them
up off of her desk.
She sat one in front of me. I giggled. "That's a silly
picture. It's a big blob!" I said while giggling. Mrs. Woods
smiled. "Well look closer though Tiffany. Do you see anything
else?" she asked. "Hmmm." I said as I studied the picture for
a few more seconds. "Oh Wow! It looks like a mommy holding her
baby." I said. She wrote down something on her tablet. "What
you writing?" "Oh, I'm just writing down what they are so I
can remember. That way I can put them in order. That's why I
need you to help me figure out what they are." She said. "Oh
Otay, me help you." I said as she put another one on the table
in front of me.
"This one looks like a hot dog." I said while giggling again.
"Really?" she said. "Yeah, see." I said while holding it back
up so she could see it. "Oh, yeah, now I see it." She said. We
did this for a while. Those pictures were all black and white.
"Whoever drew these needs to learn how to draw better." I said
after about the fifth one. Mrs. Woods laughed. "Yep you're
right. Well maybe you can draw me a picture that I can keep."
She said. "You can have all these." I said as I handed her the
2 pieces of paper. I hadn't colored in the coloring book once
I found the blank paper under it. "I see you chose to color on
the blank paper instead of just using the coloring book. Why?"
"Because, I like to make my own stuff. I didn't want to draw
what was in the book." I said. "Oh, that's neat. Well, can you
draw me a picture of your family?" she asked. "Otay, but it
might take a little bit." "That's ok, we have time." I went
about drawing a picture. I started with mommy, then Tammy,
then me, then Teala and then daddy.
When I was finished she looked at it for a moment. "Very good
Tiffany." She said. "So can you tell me who each one is?" she
asked. I took the paper back and wrote, "Mommy, Tammy,
Tiffany, Teala, and daddy." She then looked at it some more.
"I have a question? How come you drew yourself in the middle?"
she asked. "I don't know. Just because." "Is it because you
are the middle child?" "No, I the baby. Tammy and Teala are my
big sisters, well Teala is my little sister sometimes." I
said. "Oh, I see. So sometimes Teala is littler than you?" she
asked. "Yeah, and we adopted her because her mommy didn't want
her. She was mean. My mommy and daddy are nice. So she came to
live with us." I said. "I see. So how old is Teala?" "She's
16, and Tammy is 17, and I am almost 11." I said. "So Teala is
a baby like you sometimes?" she asked. "Well sort of, but
sometimes she's more like a infant, or new born, and I'm more
like a toddler, or sometimes a little kid, ya know?" I said.
"Oh I see. That's why you put them in that order then. See."
She pointed it out to me. "Wow, I never thought about it when
I was drawing though." "Well sometimes, we do things a certain
way for certain reasons, even though we may not think of it at
the time." She said. "I guess." I said. "Well I have another
question. Why did you draw your daddy and mommy on opposite
sides of the page?" "I don't know." I said. "Does your mommy
and daddy get along ok?" "Yeah, they good." I said. "Do they
argue much?" 'Nope, not really. They never fight, at least not
that I know." I said. "Would you say that you are closer to
your mommy, or your daddy?" she asked. "Mommy." I said. "Is
there anything that bothers you about your daddy?" "Not
really, he's nice. He just works a lot." I said. "Oh, I see.
What does he do?" "He does computer work, mainly at home
though, but sometimes he has to go places." I said.
"Do you spend a lot of time with him?" she asked. I just
paused. "I guess, I mean we do fun stuff. But he." I paused.
"What is it?" "He doesn't spend much time with me. He buys me
neat stuff, and he builded my tree house, and he holds me in
his lap sometimes when we watch TV. I love my daddy." I said.
"I see. So do you wish that he spent more time with you?"
"Yeah. And I wish he would baby me more. Only mommy, and my
sisters take care of me. He doesn't change me, or tuck me in
or anything." I said. "Well, why don't you tell him you want
to spend more time with him?" "Because, he's busy, and I don't
think he really wants to baby me. I think he doesn't like that
I'm a baby. I'm not sure though." I said. "Well maybe he
doesn't know how to treat you. I mean, he may feel unable to
do the things for you that your mommy and sisters can do.
Sometimes men are less able to be nurturing like us women."
She said. "Yeah, I think that's it. He's changed me a few
times, but, he's not that good at it." I said while I smiled.
"Tiffany, I'll tell you what. Our time is almost over today,
but what I want you to do this week is to find time to talk to
your daddy. Try to spend more time together, one on one. Even
if he isn't comfortable with changing you and so on, he may
want to spend time with you but since you're a baby, he isn't
sure what you'd like to do. Talk to him. Let him know what you
are interested in. I think he will try to do more things with
you, once he knows what you like to do. So why don't you give
that a try this week. Ok?" she said. "Otay, me can do dat." I
said. "Good. Here you go, have a lollypop." She said as she
handed one to me. "Yay!" I said. "I like coming here. I was
scared at first. I glad you aren't gonna make me stop being a
baby." I said. "I would never make you do anything sweetie. If
you like being a baby, then that's fine with me. I'm just here
to talk to you and help you learn things about yourself and to
help you find what is at the core of your desire to be a baby.
My job isn't to change you, but to help you see yourself more
clearly. Does that make sense?" Mrs. Woods asked. "Yeah, I see
now. That's neat. I glad you can help me." I said.
She walked with me out to the lobby. "Mommy look! I gots a
lollypop, it yummy!" I said. "Very good sweetie." Mom said as
she hugged me. "So did she open up to you more after I left?"
mom asked. "Yes, she's doing ok now. She just thought I was
going to make her stop being a baby, but now she has fun with
me. Isn't that right honey?" she said. "Yep." I said. Mom
signed some papers at the counter and then we went home. By
this point my diaper was soaked. Mommy changed me and then
laid me down in the playpen. I'm gonna go make some din din ok
baby?" "Otay mommy." I said as I sucked my pacifier and held
my little stuffed elephant. I didn't fall asleep, but I was
very relaxed. I liked Mrs. Woods. It wasn't scary at all, in
fact, it was fun.
Later that night mommy gave me my bath and then read to me.
She even breast fed me before putting me to sleep. I laid on
my tummy in my crib with Mr. Fluffy securely tucked under my
arm. I had my pacifier in my mouth. I fell asleep and slept
like a little baby all night long.