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There once lived a 14 year old girl named Chrissy. She was very small for her age and was often mistaken for being several years younger. Nonetheless, she was a responsible young lady and Chrissy’s parents often entrusted her to look after her baby sister, Cassie. For some reason (possibly because she had no life), Chrissy enjoyed spending time with her younger sister. Perhaps it was the fact that Cassie’s vocabulary didn’t allow her very many words of criticism. Or, maybe it was simply because compared to Cassie, Chrissy actually DIDN’T resemble a toy doll. Either way, the girls got along great.

Having not had sex (with each other at least) in a long time, Chrissy’s parents decided that it might be a good idea to go out for a romantic dinner. They left Chrissy with the instructions to be a good girl and take care of her sister. Should anything else arise (fire, burglars, Godzilla, etc..) she would be on her own.

“We’re going to have lots of fun tonight,” Chrissy told her sister, who was clawing feebly at the door. It was just the cutest thing!

Chrissy played with Cassie (careful not to punt her too far and risk breaking something valuable) and fed her dinner (which Cassie miraculously digested without vomiting). Before long, it was time for Cassie’s bath. Chrissy bathed her sister and dressed her for bed. As she was putting Cassie’s diaper on, she began to think of how lucky her sister was to be able to go whenever she wanted to and always have somebody to take care of her and clean her up. She felt a pang of jealousy: this was America, damnit, and she should have the right to sit in her own crap if she wanted to!

“Watchoo thinkin?” Cassie asked.

“Nothing,” Chrissy replied. She then reached for the extinguisher, as her pants had caught on fire.

“I wuv you, Chrissy.”

“I love you to,” said Chrissy, tucking her sister into bed and giving her a kiss on the forehead. When she was fairly sure that Cassie was asleep (and put a few pillows over her head just to be sure), she snuck back into her room and took one of her diapers. The fresh scent of baby powder was intoxicating. It was ten times better than fresh flowers, marijuana smoke or even yak sweat! Chrissy eagerly crept back into her room to put it on.

Chrissy stripped off her jeans, t-shirt and cotton panties. Her breasts, like the rest of her, were small and she seldom found reason to wear a bra (besides, bouncing is FUN). She spread the diaper open on her bad and sat down in the middle of it. At first she was worried that it wouldn’t fit. Then, she remembered how pathetically short she was and was able to tape the diaper shut. It felt oh so soft and comfy as it hugged her bottom, and it excited her the way a hand or a rod-shaped object never could.

For the next hour or so, Chrissy romped around the house in just her diaper. She played with toys and through tantrums and behaved exactly like a toddler. She was having so much fun! It wasn’t long before Chrissy needed to use the bathroom. Rather than admit to herself that this was a bad idea and that a baby diaper would obviously not hold the pee of a 14 year old, Chrissy spread her legs and cut loose. The feeling of the diaper soaking up her warm pee was wonderful. In fact, it felt so good that Chrissy didn’t even want to change. Never mind diaper rash and possible bleeding and lesions, she was enjoying herself way too much. Chrissy wished she could wear diapers all the time.

All her playing and self-delusion had made Chrissy a tired girl. She decided a brief nap was in order and laid down in the middle of the floor, figuring her parents wouldn’t dare come home when she was sleeping (and if they did, Chrissy would appear on Judge Hatchett and sue them).

The next thing Chrissy heard was the sound of key’s unlocking the door. She sat up just in time to see the shocked expression on her parents’ faces.

“Chrissy?!” her mom asked.

“No, wait,” said her dad. “This isn’t Chrissy.....this is Cassie. They must have discovered the machine in the basement and undergone a switch like in that movie and.....oh wait...that was only a dream. Chrissy, what the hell are you doing in a diaper?”

“Mom, dad, invisible ghosts.....I can explain,” Chrissy said, tears forming in her eyes.

“Let’s leave all the explaining until morning,” her dad said sternly.

“No, I want to hear what she has to say for herself right now!” her mother demanded.

Her father cleared his throat and cast his glance in the direction of their bedroom.

“Oh,” said her mother. “Right. Chrissy, go to bed right now. Don’t you dare take that diaper off.”

Chrissy nodded fearfully and returned to her room. Her diaper no longer felt so wonderful. In fact, it felt kinda clammy. She hoped things would be OK.

“Chrissy gawt busted,” Cassie whispered from the room next door.

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The next morning being a Saturday, nobody woke up at a reasonable time. When Chrissy finally did drag her lazy ass out of bed, her diaper felt really bad. However, rather than change it when she had the chance, she pouted to herself until her parents summoned her. They seemed very calm, a sharp contrast to the night before.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” Chrissy asked.

Her parents looked at one another and laughed. Who could possibly be mad after the night that they had?

“Chrissy, honey,” her mom asked gently. “Why were you wearing a diaper?”

Chrissy smiled and declared her 5th Amendment Rights.

“Don’t be silly, honey,” said her dad. “America doesn’t exist in this house. We’re communists, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Chrissy grumbled. “Right.”

“Don’t be afraid,” coaxed her mom.

“I wore it because I wanted to,” Chrissy confessed. “I saw how happy Cassie was and I wanted to feel happy too.”

“We understand,” said her dad. He nodded in approval while reaching for a tranquilizer dart.

“Dear, we talked about this,” her mom interrupted.

“Am I being punished?” Chrissy asked. Somewhere in the distance, an entire regiment of soldiers echoed, “duh!”

“No, honey. We aren’t going to punish you.”

“Instead,” said her dad. “We are going to give you a choice. We can either pretend this never happened. Or, we can treat you like a baby fulltime. Of course, that means you’d have no rights whatsoever, but....”

“Deal!” Chrissy replied emphatically.

Her dad turned to address two gentleman (one African-American, the other an older Texan) dressed in black suits.

“Sorry guys,” he said with slight disappointment. “We won’t be needing your services after all.”

“Hey....you said that there would be aliens,” said the Texan.

“The hell with that,” replied his partner. “Where’s the booze? If I don’t bring home at least a 6 pack, Jada is going to kill me.”

“I wonder what we’re going to do with all of Chrissy’s underwear now that she’s a baby.”

“I know,” said Chrissy. “We can donate it to charity.”

Everyone in the room erupted into a fit of laughter.

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Chrissy’s mom led her by the hand up to her room and told her to lie down on the bed. She lay still but eager until her mom returned with a fresh diaper. Chrissy had the wet diaper she was wearing removed and her cute little hairless bottom was wiped and cleaned.

“We’ll have to get you some diapers of your own,” her mom commented.

“That’s OK,” Chrissy replied as the diaper was being fastened shut. “I can just wear some of Cassies.”

“Don’t be silly. Wearing your sisters diapers would just be weird.”

Chrissy was given a shirt to wear, but no pants. She was then dispatched to assist her father with some yardwork. Though she was nervous at first that somebody would see her, she soon remembered that the house was enclosed by a tall fence. Unfortunately, Harrison Ford happened to be flying by that day in his rescue helicopter and spotted her. He began teasing her until her dad angrily told him that if he had anything to say, he should come down to say it. Forgetting all about the hiker that was stranded on a distant mountain, Mr. Ford landed the chopper to quarrel with a total stranger.

When Harrison saw the look of hurt in Chrissy’s eyes, he quickly apologized.

“You have a very nice baby,” he told Chrissy’s father.

“I’m not a baby,” Chrissy replied. “Me 14.”

“She’s just small for her age,” her dad added.

Harrison chuckled. “Calistia Flockhart tells me the same thing.”

“Can I have your autograph?” Chrissy asked.

“Sure thing,” replied Harrison. He then signed ‘Indiana Jones’ across the back of her diaper and took back off in her helicopter.

“I’m never taking this diaper off ever!” Chrissy said emphatically. Just then, her bowels cut loose and she messed herself.

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Chrissy went looking for her mommy to ask to have her yucky diaper changed.

“You’ll have to wait a little bit,” her mother told her.

“How come?” Chrissy asked.

“It’s a surprise,” she replied. Chrissy had a surprise of her own waiting in the back of her diaper. Nonetheless, she agreed to wait and plopped down in front of the TV to watch cartoons with Cassie.

“Why Chrissy wear diapy?” Cassie innocently questioned.

“I’m a baby now,” Chrissy answered gleefully. “Just like you.”

Cassie shook her head. “Nuh-uh. Mommy and daddy say me gonna go in the potty soon.”

“Oh great,” Chrissy remarked.

“Chrissy have stink diaper. Yuck!”

Chrissy was just beginning to have second thoughts about this whole baby thing when her mom summoned her to her room. Finally, she thought, a chance to have this nasty diaper taken off. When Chrissy entered her room, she froze in amazement. After her mom thawed her out using a blowtorch, she began to weep tears of joy. Her parents had miraculously transformed her room into a nursery. All of her worldly possession, all of her ‘big girl’ things were gone. In their place lay colorful toys, a crib, and a changing table. It was what Chrissy secretly wanted!

Chrissy was still stunned as her mom picked her up and placed her on the changing table.

“I thought you might like it,” she said, stripping off Chrissy’s disgusting diaper and cleaning her bottom. After she was all clean, a new diaper was placed on her, along with babyish plastic panties.

“Where did you get all this stuff?” Chrissy asked, still startled. “It must have cost a fortune.”

“Nothing is too much for my little girl,” her mom remarked proudly.

“Then how come we don’t have cable? And how come there are holes in some of my socks? And...”

Her flow of glaring contradictions was abruptly cutoff by the insertion of a pacifier into her mouth. Chrissy sucked eagerly and thought of how lucky she was. After all, so many people her age spent a good chunk of their lives looking for something to suck on. For Chrissy, the search had ended.

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Chrissy was treated like a baby all weekend. She was fed and tickled and had her diaper changed many times. Even as Cassie began to show remarkable proficiency in using the toilet, Chrissy felt nothing but joy for her predicament. She was very thankful for her parents compassion and understanding.

“How can you send me to school like this?” she whined.

“This is what you wanted, remember?” her father reminded her. Chrissy was then presented with a contract and was told to look at Article 12, Section H in which she requested to be treated like a baby.

“But this can’t be binding,” she complained. “I’m a minor.”

“Remember, honey. Communists.”

“Oh yeah.”

Chrissy was sent to school wearing diapers under her clothes. She was told to consult the nurse if she needed a change.

At school, a funny thing happened. Despite Chrissy’s effort to keep her diapers a secret, her best friend Megan noticed something strange about her. It wasn’t that she was talking to herself or vomiting fire like she always did. No, there was a distinct bulge under her clothes. Yet whenever Megan tried to ask Chrissy about it, Chrissy would pretend that nothing was wrong and resume writing REDRUM on all the walls. Finally, Megan grew tired of waiting and decided to ask her flat out.

“Chrissy, are you wearing a diaper?” she whispered.

“Don’t be silly,” Chrissy said. Her nose then grew by a foot and poked another student in the eye. “Woah.....sorry.”

“It’s OK,” said Megan. “You can tell me.”

Chrissy blushed, then nodded. She hoped Megan wouldn’t use this secret against her. It wasn’t like a dead body or a political scandal that could be simply brushed aside: this was diapers, and this was serious!

Megan’s face lit up. “Cool,” she said. “Me too!”

“YOU wear diapers?!” Chrissy asked, astonished. “Since when.”

“Since always, silly. You’ve just been too dumb to notice.”

Chrissy shrugged. “I guess you’re right.”

Unfortunately, not everyone in the school was as willing to confess to wearing diapers. Oh sure....they walked around with baggy pants and called one another baby, but not a single person would come clean. In fact, to further enhance the farce, Chrissy actually saw some of her peers WALK IN AND OUT OF BATHROOMS. They must all be suffering from severe denial, Chrissy thought. A psychological problem to be certain.

Chrissy managed to keep her diaper dry for most of the day. However, with five minutes remaining in the last class of the day, Chrissy suddenly had to go very badly. She asked for permission to use the bathroom and was told that she could wait until the end of class. When Chrissy repeated her request, she was coldly rebuffed. Thus she sat crossing her legs and staring in agony in the clock. A few of her classmates took note of her predicament and began to tease her. With one minute remaining, Chrissy finally couldn’t take it anymore and filled her diaper. The loud sound of crinkling plastic, combined with the rapidly expanding mass around her middle gave away her diapered condition to everyone in the room.

“Hey look at the baby!” someone shouted. “She wears diapers....just like a baby.”

Miraculously, they found this funny at started laughing incessantly.

“Children!” the teacher shouted shrilly. The class quickly quieted and Chrissy glanced at her hopefully. “I am shocked and ashamed at all of you.” They all cast their eyes down shamefully, even the kids who saw dead people. “That is no way to deal with this young lady’s problem.”

“Thanks for understanding,” Chrissy said.

The teacher then plucked her out of the chair and kicked her diapered butt out of the room.

“THAT is how you deal with the problem.”

Chrissy began to weep morosely in the hallways of her school. It wasn’t fair. This was supposed to be fun.

“I hate them all!” Chrissy screamed.

“Don’t hate me,” said the most handsome boy Chrissy had ever seen. “I'm new here. My name’s Brian. Are you OK?”

Chrissy shook her head.

“Bet you need your diaper changed, huh?”

Chrissy nodded.

“Let’s get you nice and clean.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Chrissy asked.

Brian blushed ever so slightly. “Well...I...um....the truth is that I’m looking for a new baby girl to take care of.”

Chrissy wiped the tears away from her eyes and smiled. Finally, somebody who understood.

“I’m Chrissy,” she said invitingly. “And you can change my diaper any time.”

“Good,” Brian said. Then, dropping his voice to a sinister whisper. “I’m sure you’ll make a great addition to my collection.”

“Huh?”

“I said I’m sure we’ll make a great connection.”

The two of them left school holding hands. Chrissy felt safe and secure knowing that there were always people to look out for her and change her diapers and looked forward with hope towards her new life as a baby.

The End (for now)