Baby Katrina

by

Woggie


Infantalism...  with the aid of the Internet I was finally able to discover
that there is a term for persons with interests similar to my own.  Through
countless hours of Web-surfing and NewsGroup reading I have found many
excellent resources that have enabled me to understand these desires I have
had all of my life.  It is a great comfort to know that there are others
out there that also share in this wonderful and harmless role-playing and
that I am not simply crazy or weird.  For a lot of us, these desires began
in early childhood, likely through some experience or circumstances that
had a lasting effect on us.  In this, my first of such stories, is a
combination of my own childhood experiences and a good dosage of creative
writing.  I hope you enjoy the results!


The Beginning............


    Thinking back now on it all, I suppose my childhood was a little out of
the ordinary.  My mother had divorced my father when I was only a few
months old so I grew up never knowing him.  Our household consisted of my
mother and my older sister Beckie, who was seven years older than I was and
of course myself being the youngest.  Growing up as a child without a
father and living in an entirely female household made me a little
different in the eyes of other boys my age.  Our mother worked as a
hairstylist in a very expensive salon so hair was very important to her.
She was never one to let the concept of societal 'norms' dissuade her from
raising her children as she saw fit, so she prefered to allow my hair to
get longer -- even though I was a boy.  Since both my mother and sister had
longer hair, I didn't see anything wrong or different about it so I never
really gave it much thought.  By the time I was 4, my delicate
shoulder-length hair and my small frame had the effect of making me look very
girlish.  My mother even dressed me up in one of my sister's older dresses
and had a photo taken which is still in the family photo album to this day.
Although I don't remember the event, it was apparently all in good fun and
according to my mother and sister I didn't seem to mind.

    When my sister turned 14, she became the designated babysitter while
our mother was working.  We sometimes fought with each other as siblings are
prone to do because I really didn't like the idea of having to do everything
she said when mom wasn't home.  As a result, I tended to keep out of her way
as best as I could.  That summer I kept pretty much to myself as far as other
kids go.  I was still smaller and thinner than other boys my age and if not
for the fact that I wore boys clothes, I would have looked exactly like a
small girl.  This may have been one of the reasons that I only made a few
friends among the neigborhood kids.  Most other boys made me feel uncomfortable
to be around (even if they weren't occasionally teasing me), so I didn't
really mind.  Beckie often had a few of her friends come over to hang out
during the day so if I wasn't outside playing I usually stayed in my room to
give them space.  Our mother was usually home from work by late-afternoon when
she would make dinner for us and then the 3 of us would usually do something
together like go to the park or go out to a movie.

    One day, while I was upstairs playing in my room, Beckie came upstairs
and knocked on my door and asked to come in.  Until a short while earlier,
she and her friends had been in the living room for most of the morning
listening to music, laughing and having a general good time.  She asked me
if I wanted to come downstairs and play a game with them for awhile
instead of staying in my room all by myself.  While I was pleasantly
surprised by this, I was also a little confused since this wasn't normally
like her.  Although I didn't understand why 3 older girls might be
interested in playing with a 7-year old (and a boy, no less), I agreed and
went downstairs with her.  When I got downstairs I asked what sort of game
they wanted to play when I noticed that her 2 friends, Samantha and
Jessica, had been looking through our family photo album and apparently
had fixated on one photo in particular.  They said that they thought the
photo of me when I was 4 was so cute that they all wanted to dress me
up like that again.  I wasn't sure if that was such a good idea, but
Beckie pressured me to play along or she might tell mom that I was
misbehaving when she got home.  I reluctantly agreed and we all went down
into the basement recreation room.  Beckie pulled a large box of her old
clothes out of the closet and then she and her friends started going
through it.  It turned out that these were very old clothes of hers
because they were mostly sun-dresses and party dresses that only little
girls would wear.  When they held them up against me they were quite
surprised when it appeared that they would fit me.

    Before long, I was being dressed in one outfit after another with the 3
of them taking extreme delight at each one.  They thought it was so cute
and adorable the way that I looked and decided to fix up my hair to further
enhance the image.  Although all the attention was nice, I was getting
concerned that they were getting so excited about dressing me up and
started to wonder when this game would finally be over.  They finished
playing about with my hair and then brought a mirror over to show me what I
looked like and I was shocked at what I saw.  They had tied my hair into a
high ponytail and fastened it with a long, pink ribbon that matched the
dress I was wearing.  While I was transfixed by my image in the mirror,
Beckie announces that she wants to try to make me look REALLY cute and try
a 'slightly different look' on me.  While I wasn't sure what she meant, I
was pretty sure that I wouldn't like it too much judging by the knowing
glances the 3 of them were giving each other. I began to feel a little uneasy
and asked my sister if I could change my clothes and go back to playing in
my room.  Suddenly Beckie pulls a camera out from behind her back and
quickly starts taking pictures of me.  I freaked out and tried to run for
cover but her friends caught ahold of me and held onto me.  Beckie then
explained that everyone was having too much fun to stop playing and that I
shouldn't be a spoilsport and try to ruin it for them.  She also added that
the pictures were only meant for fun, but if I gave her reason to she might
start passing them around the neighborhood.  While I didn't have too many
friends in the area, there were many kids from our school that lived nearby
and the thought of some of these photos ending up in class scared the hell
out of me.  I reluctantly agreed to keep playing their game and wondered
how much worse it could get.

    Beckie and her friends told me that since I looked so cute and that she
was still officially my babysitter then they thought it would be nice to
see if they could make me look like a real baby.  I didn't understand what
they were getting at until Beckie pulled a box of old baby things from the
closet.  Even then, I didn't think that they were actually serious until
Samantha fished out some cloth diapers and a pair of pink plastic pants.  I
saw them all giving knowing looks to each other when it dawned on me that
they must have had this planned from the start.  The dresses and the
hairstyle were silly enough but there was no way that they were going to
put me in diapers.  I made a dash for the door but was easily caught by
Jessica who, being the more athletic of the 3, was quite strong.  She
pulled me back to the center of the room where she and Samantha held me
down while my sister prepared the diapers.  Beckie lifted up the hem of my
dress, removed my panties and then slid the diaper under me with one hand
while holding my ankles with the other.  In spite of my struggles they were
far too strong for me so there was no way I was getting loose.  When I
started crying and begging Beckie not to do this to me, she and her friends
spoke baby-talk to me while Beckie was pinning the diapers in place.  She
worked the plastic pants up my legs, then they rolled me onto my stomach
and pulled them into place over the diaper.  I was then released and was
not surprised when Beckie started to take more pictures of me.  Not knowing
what else I could do, I remember I just sat there and cried softly while
they oohhed and ahhed over me.  They kept saying "Don't cry, baby" and
other assorted baby-talk to try to lift my spirits a little.  Beckie told
me that if I was a good baby for the rest of the day and did everything she
asked, no one would ever see the photos and they'd even take me out for ice
cream later.

    Since it was now lunchtime, Beckie and her friends decided to bring the
baby upstairs and we'd all have lunch together.  When I stood up, I
immediately noticed that the diaper was so thick that I couldn't walk
very well.  In the mirror I saw that the dress was short to begin with,
but with diapers on underneath there was no way that it was going to
completely cover my behind.  When I tried to follow them out of the
room, the thickness between my legs forced a baby-like waddle in my
steps which I was making as carefully as I could to maintain my
balance.  Beckie and her friends chided me and told me to hurry up but
I kept losing my balance and frequently fell back to the carpet.

My sister then says, "Maybe our little baby girl should try crawling if
she's still too little to walk?"

    I was getting so frustrated in my attempts to stay on my feet that I
decided it might be safer if I did just that.  Samantha and Jessica
then started giggling uncontrolably as I began to make my way across
the floor after them.  After a minute or so, Jessica then walks over to
me, picks me up and then carries me up the stairs.

"What a cute little baby girl you are!", she says.

"My name is Peter!  I'm not a girl, or a baby!" I said indignantly.

"Well you sure look like one now," says Samantha "and a very pretty one, too!"    

    As much as I hated to admit it, they did have a point.  They had made
me up so well that I looked just like a cute little girl.  The diapers that
my little dress only partially covered made me look just like a baby and
since I couldn't walk very well in them I had to be carried or crawl just
like a baby.  Beckie had made it clear that I was to be a baby girl for the
rest of the day, so I was resigned to my fate and wondered what else they
had planned for me.  Jessica carried me into the living room and sat down
on the sofa with me on her lap.  Samantha came and sat down beside us and
the two of them began to tickle me while Beckie fixed lunch for us.  This
attention certainly surprised me and it was quite a big change from how
they'd been treating me in the rec-room.  I was having a pretty good time
with them and almost forgot the situation I was in until my sister walked
in from the kitchen with a baby bottle full of warm milk.  I didn't like
the idea of having to drink from a baby bottle but compared to having to wear
diapers it was only a minor embarassment.  Jessica passed me over to
Samantha who laid me back in her lap and began to feed the bottle to me
while she got up to help with lunch.  After I had finished drinking the
bottle, lunch was ready so Samantha carried me into the kitchen where they
already had a high-chair set up.  They lifted me into it, fixed the tray in
place and then started serving lunch.

    While the girls were all eating sandwiches, I was presented with a
plate of mashed potatoes which Beckie insisted on spoon-feeding to me.
After lunch, Jessica took me back into the living room where she fed me
another bottle of milk while my sister and Samantha went back down to
the rec-room to 'get baby's room ready'.  When I had finished it wasn't
necessary to burp me, but Jessica still held me to her shoulder and gently
rubbed my back.  She kept this up for awhile and started humming softy
to me.  It felt really good and after the way this little adventure had
started for me it was very comforting so I relaxed a bit in her arms.
I began to feel pretty drowsy and I guess I must have dozed off a
little because I wasn't aware of Jessica carrying me downstairs until
we'd entered the rec-room.  When we entered the room I saw that they
had put my old crib together and obviously meant to put me down in it.

"It's time for the pretty baby to take her afternoon nap," says Beckie.
"If you lie down and go to sleep for a little while like a good little girl
we'll take you out afterwards for that ice cream I promised."

    This was all starting to take its toll on me so I started getting upset
again.

"I don't take afternoon naps anymore!  Even if I still did, I wouldn't
sleep in a crib!"

    I started to squirm in Jessica's arms and began to yell for them to put
me down and let me go back to wearing my regular clothes again.  Beckie
just smiled back at me and I felt Jessica's grip on me tighten.
Samantha reached over and put a large pacifier in my mouth -- effectively
muting my protests -- and then held it in place while my sister tied
its ribbon securely behind my head.

"You will lie down and take your nap in the crib or I will put you across
my knee and spank the daylights out of you!" She said as she took me from
Jessica and lowered me into the crib.  "If you try to take that out of your
mouth, we'll give you a severe spanking and then tie you up and leave you
in there until mom comes home.  Just behave yourself and take your nap like
a good little baby."

    With that, she lifted the gate up into position and dimmed the lights.
They all went into the next room and left the door slightly open so they
could occasionally check on me.  I was left alone in my crib feeling pretty
miserable and wondered when all this would end.  I didn't doubt that she'd
make good on her threat of giving me a spanking so I decided it would be
better to just do what she said.  Shortly I began to feel a strong urge to
pee.  All that milk I drank earlier was starting to have an effect on me.
There weren't any bathrooms downstairs and if I tried to leave the crib
they'd catch me and probably spank me.  The only thing I could do was wait
until they came and let me out of the crib.  As I waited, the urge was
getting stronger and I was starting to get desperate.  If they didn't come
soon I was going to wet my pants.  Then it dawned on me... I was wearing
diapers!  Surely they didn't really expect me to use them as well?  The
pressure got worse and I decided that, spanking or not, I had to try to get
to a bathroom.  Dressing me up and playing these silly games was bad enough
but I didn't honestly believe that I would be expected to wet my diapers
like a baby.  I stood up and was in the process of crawling over the top of
the gate when the door suddenly opened and the 3 of them charged in.

"Just what do you think you're doing, young lady?!" My sister yelled at me.

    I tried to tell her that I had to go to the bathroom but the pacifier
in my mouth was still stopping me from making any recognizable words.

"I warned you what would happen if you misbehaved!  You are a naughty girl
and you've just earned yourself a spanking!"

    At that moment my fear got the better me, I lost control of myself and
started flooding my diapers.  Samantha and Jessica held me still while
Beckie brought a chair in from the next room.  After she sat down in it
I was dragged forward over her lap and held with my arms pinned behind
my back as Beckie began to lift up my dress.  She noticed my diapers
were sagging and put one of her fingers up under a leg opening of the
plastic panties. She immediately realized what had happened.

"You really ARE a baby, aren't you?  Is that why you tried to get out of
your crib?"  I nodded my head.

"You should have waited for us to come and change you instead of disobeying
us and trying to escape!"  She then pulled my plastic pants down, unpinned
my diapers and began spanking me.  It was more embarassing than painful to
be spanked like that by her in front of her two friends, but I was crying
hard just the same.  The pacifier in my mouth muffled my cries as I tried
to tell her to stop, but it was no use.  Once she had finished, I was
changed into dry diapers and then placed back in the crib.  She kissed me
on the forehead, wiped a few tears off my face and then raised the gate
back up again.

"I'm sorry that I had to spank you like that," she said.  "I know you're
upset but be a good baby and try to go to sleep for awhile.  When you wake
up you'll feel much better and maybe we'll still take you out for ice
cream."

    I was still pretty upset but I closed my eyes anyways and hoped that
all this would go away.  Jessica began humming softly to me again and I
felt my back being gently rubbed once more.  I began to relax and then
drifted off to sleep.  I had probably only slept for no more than an
hour or so when they came back and gently woke me up.

"There's our good little girl!" my sister said.  "I'll bet you're thirsty
by now.  If you promise to behave we can take that pacifier out of your
mouth and give you something to drink."

    I nodded my head and felt relieved as I felt them untying the ribbon.
The pacifier came out and was quickly replaced by a bottle full of apple
juice which I gratefully drank down.  When I finished, Jessica lifted me
out of the crib and carried me back upstairs to the living room.  Not being
sure what was to happen next, I just sat quietly on her lap and waited.
Samantha sat down next to us and started to paint my fingernails with pink
nail polish while my sister touched up my hair.

"Since you are behaving yourself like a good baby," Beckie began, "we've
decided to take you out like we promised".

    I panicked as I realized that they meant to take me out dressed as a
baby but I didn't want to make them angry by resisting or they might do
something worse.  I only hoped that they did such a convincing job on
my appearance that no one would recognize me.

"Such a good little baby girl needs a name that sounds as pretty as she
looks," said Samantha.  "How about we call her baby Katrina or Katie for
short?"

"Katie it is!" my sister said.  "Now lets get going so our baby girl can
get some fresh air".

    Jessica carried me out into the garage where I saw that they had put a
baby stroller together for me.  Once I was settled in and the straps were
done up, we were on our way.  I was mortified that someone might recognize
me but no one did.  Once we were right outside the ice cream store, Beckie
crouched down next to me and reminded me that I was a baby and babies
aren't supposed to talk much.  This was the ice cream shop that we
normally went to with our mother and if I was recognized I was sure mom
would find out about it, so I decided the less I said the better.  Beckie
already knew what my favorite ice cream was, so there wouldn't be any need
to say anything anyways.  Jessica took over pushing the stroller and we
all went inside.  The shopkeeper was a really nice old man whom we'd seen
many times before, so he recognized Beckie and her friends but fortunately
didn't know who I was.  My sister explained that Jessica was babysitting
her little cousin and they all decided to take her for some ice cream.

"My my, what a pretty little thing she is!" he said as he came out from
behind the counter.  He crouched down next to me and said "What's your
name, sweetheart?"

    I gave him a nervous smile and said, "Katie" in the smallest voice I
could while trying not to meet his gaze.

"No need to be shy, child" he said as he handed me an ice cream cone.
"I believe this is your favorite... try not to spill it on that pretty dress
of yours!"

    My sister and her friends let out a large gasp and I turned beet red.
He knew.  My sister and her friends got their orders and we all started to
leave the store when the old man looked down at me with a smile and then
said to my sister, "Don't you worry about a thing.  He looks just precious.
Anytime you girls want to bring little Katie back, the ice cream is on me."
With that, he held the door open for us and we left.

    I wasn't sure what to think at that point.  He obviously knew who I was
but he seemed to be pleasantly surprised.  Was he going to keep my
secret or would he tell my mother the next time we went in there?  My
sister told me not to worry about it, so I sat there and quietly
finished my ice cream as we all went across the street into the park.
Beckie spread a blanket out on the grass for us while Jessica and
Samantha freed me from the stroller.  The diaper still made walking
difficult so, much to the girls' delight, I had to crawl onto the
blanket.  A few people passed by us and commented what a pretty little
girl I was, but no one else seemed to recognize me.  Samantha, Jessica
and my sister took turns tickling and playing with me for the next little
while until finally it was time for us to head back to our house.

    Our mother would be home within the hour so it was time to put all the
baby things away and clean up the house.  Beckie sat me in front of the TV
with 'one last bottle' to watch cartoons as she and her friends tidied up.
When they were finished, Jessica and Samantha each gave me a kiss on the
cheek and a big hug to thank me for making their day so much fun.  Once
they left, Beckie brought me up to my room where she helped me out of the
dress and the diapers.  After some quick work with a hairbrush and some
nailpolish remover, I was pretty much back to normal.  It felt good to
finally have my own clothes to wear again but I realized that I sort of
missed the secure feeling that the other clothes gave me.  Beckie had
already washed the diaper that I'd wet while I was taking my nap, so
everything was back in its proper place when our mother came home.
Everything seemed back to normal, and after dinner Mom took us out for a
walk in the park, followed by a stop in our favorite ice cream store.
Both Beckie and I felt a little uneasy as the old man greeted us with our
mother, but he didn't say a thing about our earlier visit.  As we were
leaving, he mentioned to Beckie that he told his wife all about that
adorable little girl that her friend Jessica was babysitting and wanted to
know if she might have Jessica bring her in to meet his wife sometime.  I
paled as Beckie promised to pass on the message and gave the old man a wink
as we left the store.

"He's such a nice man," my mother said.  "Rebecca, which little girl was he
talking about?"

"Jessica's little cousin, Katrina" my sister replied.  "Jessie and Sam
brought her by the house today".

"What a pretty name... Do you think Jessie will let me meet her too?"

"Well mom, I think she's already gone back home with her parents, but you
never know... she might come to visit again!"

    Behind our mother, I almost choked on my ice cream but Beckie gave me a
reassuring pat on the back.  In spite of everything that had happened
it was good to know that Beckie drew the line at letting my mother in
on it.  Upon reflection, my day as Baby Katie wasn't quite as bad as I
thought.  In retrospect, I ended up having more fun than I'd ever dare admit
to my sister.  Knowing her as I did, I knew that she'd have me back in
diapers and dresses as soon as she could because this game was even more
fun for her and her friends.  When the weekend came, the game took an
unexpected twist.  While we were seated at breakfast mom asked my sister
about Jessica's little cousin again.

"I'm not sure when she's coming to visit Jessie again, Mom, but I'll ask
her if you'd like",  said my sister.

"Oh don't worry about it, Rebecca... I'm sure that I'll get a chance to
meet that little girl soon enough", my mother said with an enigmatic smile.

    She then placed an envelope on the table and told us to clear the dishes
while she had her Saturday morning bath.  As she was leaving the kitchen she
said over her shoulder, "By the way kids, remind me later to buy more film
for the camera".  Beckie and I looked at each other with shock and then looked
into the envelope on the table.  Inside were various photos from last month's
trip to the zoo and several pictures of a cute little girl dressed in
diapers and a pink party dress.


------ Chapter Two --------------------------------------------------------


    I couldn't believe it!  Beckie had forgotten to take the film out of
the camera and my mother went and had it developed.  I could hear mom
running the water upstairs for her bath and wondered what was going to
happen when she finished.

"We're in serious trouble, Beckie!  Mom is probably going to ground us for
the rest of the summer and it's all your fault!"

"Don't be too sure, Peter" my sister said.  "She doesn't appear to be angry
about it, so just keep quiet when she comes back downstairs and let me do
the explaining."

    We finished loading the dishwasher and then sat down to look the
pictures over again.  While I certainly remembered the photos being taken,
it was still hard to believe that it was me dressed up like a little baby
girl in the pictures.

"I'm going to tell her that we were just playing a game, so just back me up
and agree with everything I say" said my sister.

"YOU were the one playing a game, not me!" I said. "I don't want Mom
thinking that I wanted to be put in diapers and then dressed up like some
kind of doll."

    My sister suddenly gave me a mischievous look and said "It doesn't look
like anyone was forcing you in these pictures. In fact, I'm sure that by
the end of the day you were having as much fun as we were.  Don't forget
I'm still in charge when Mom's not home and if you don't go along with my
story then you'll be sorry once she goes back to work on Monday".

    Although I couldn't imagine how she would be able to top what she and
her friends did with me earlier in the week, I was sure that she wasn't
kidding and she'd come up with something worse if I didn't go along with
her.  We went into the living room and watched TV for awhile until my
mother finished her bath.

    My mother came into the living room a short while later, sat down in
the big chair and said "So, I assume you've looked at the photographs.  I
was quite surprised when I first saw them.  Although Peter looked very cute
and convincing as baby girl, I know that he couldn't have done it without
some assistance.  Would you two care to explain yourselves?"

"Jessie and Sam saw the picture of Peter in the dress when he was 4 in the
photo album" my sister began.  "We asked him if we could try dressing him
up again and he agreed.  We were all having a lot of fun and when we found
the box of baby things we got a little carried away, but Peter didn't mind."

"So Peter," my mother asked, "You were just playing with your sister and
her friends and they didn't force you in any way?"

"No mom," I said. I could feel my sister staring intently at me while I
answered.  "We were all just playing a make-believe game."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," said my mother.  "You must have really been
enjoying yourself if you would go all the way to Mr. Jensen's Ice Cream
Store dressed up like that."

    I started to panic, not knowing what to say in response.  Beckie
immediately jumped in and said "We all thought that he made such a convincing
little girl that we wanted to see if we could get away with going out for a
walk without anyone figuring it out."

"And you went along with this too, Peter?" asked my mother.

    I could still feel Beckie staring hard at me so I nervously swallowed
and just nodded.  Beckie was right about Mom not being angry so it didn't
appear that we were going to be in any trouble over it, but I had a feeling
that this wasn't going to be the end of it.

"Well, since it's okay with Peter then I guess there's no harm done" my
mother said.  "You did look so adorable in that outfit, so since it was all
in plain fun, I have a small favour to ask."

    I began to feel very uneasy as I waited to hear what she wanted.
Whatever it was, I knew it wasn't likely to be a 'small favour'.

"Rebecca, I want to meet the cute little girl that charmed everyone so well
earlier this week.  Would you two consider playing some more make-believe
with me today?"

"Sure mom," said Beckie with what sounded like excitement in her voice
"We'd love to!"

     Great, I thought.  Mom thinks that I liked the baby treatment and wants
me to be dressed up for her now.  She sent us downstairs to 'get Baby
Katrina ready' while she went upstairs to finish drying her hair.  When
Beckie and I got downstairs, she immediately pulled the boxes out of the
closet and told me to start getting undressed.  After she got all the
necessary clothes out of the box, I notice that she had also included the
diapers as part of the wardrobe.

"Come on Beckie!" I said. "Mom didn't tell us I had to dress in diapers
again too!"

"We have to make it look convincing, Peter.  You have to look as good as
those photos we made of you and you'd better act like you're enjoying it."

    She didn't have to remind me of her previous threat of what might
happen this week, so layed down on the carpet and let her pin the diapers
on me again.   She didn't make the diaper as thick as she had before, so once
she pulled the plastic pants up over it, I was able to walk around without
falling.  Next came the little dress, which was still too short to
completely cover up my diapered behind.  We had to go back up to her room
so she could finish styling my hair as it been before, and told our mother
not to peek until we were done.  After my hair was touched up and tied into
its high ponytail with the pink ribbon, Beckie decided to add a little bit of
makeup to my cheeks to make them look a little rosier.  The nail polish was
once again applied to my fingers and after a few last once-overs I was
ready to be re-introduced as Baby Katie again.

    Beckie called down to our mother that we were ready and we started to
make our way down the stairs.  I discovered that although the diapers
weren't as thick as they were before, I still had difficulty walking down
the stairs so Beckie held my hand to keep me balanced.  Our mother appeared
at the bottom of the stairs with the camera and took a picture of us.

"Ohhh!  He looks so adorable!" My mother shrieked with delight.  "Come
here sweetie, let mommy get a good look at you!"

    Once at the bottom of the stairs, I toddled over to Mom and she
immediately picked me up and started spinning around the room with me.
"You are so precious!  It's been years since we've had such a beautiful
baby in the house!"  She told Beckie to start taking lots of pictures while
she continued to move around with me in her arms.  Beckie looked like she
was REALLY enjoying the situation and was more than happy to comply.

"You are just the cutest little thing!  The photos are nice but it doesn't
compare to having a real little baby to cuddle with!", my mother said while
smothering me with kisses.

"Would you like me to prepare a bottle of milk for the baby, mom?" asked my
sister with a sly grin.

"Oh! That's a wonderful idea.  Would you like some nice milk to drink,
Katie?"

    I was still in a daze from everything so I nodded, not knowing what
else I could do.  Beckie fetched a bottle from the downstairs and was
preparing it in the kitchen while my mother sat down on the sofa with me.

"You know, Peter" she said in a more calmed tone of voice, "You really are
something in that outfit.  Your longer hair makes you look far more
convincing as a girl than a boy.  I can see why Rebecca and her friends had
so much fun with you earlier this week!"

    Beckie brought the bottle in and my mother laid me back in her arms and
fed it to me.  Beckie took a few more photos and said "She is so cute,
mom.  Can little Katie spend the rest of the weekend with us?"

    Mom looked thoughtful for a moment and then said that it would be up to
me, but she'd certainly love to have such a pretty baby in the house for the
weekend.  Since mom was looking down at me while I was drinking from the
baby bottle, she wasn't able to see the threatening gestures that Beckie
was making at me from behind her.

"Would you like that, sweetie?  Would you be willing to be mommy's precious
little baby girl for the weekend?"  I didn't like the idea of being a baby
for the entire weekend, but I knew I couldn't refuse.  Mom seemed to be having
so much fun that I didn't want to disappoint her.  Besides, if I had Beckie
would make sure I regretted it once Mom went back to work.  Since I
couldn't answer with the bottle still in my mouth I nodded.  Mom seemed
quite pleased with my answer and gave me a big hug.

    The rest of the afternoon went pretty much the same.  Mom played with
me a lot and occasionally she and Beckie would take turns tickling me.
Later, she cuddled up with me on the sofa while we watched a Disney movie
on TV.  After the movie we had dinner and fortunately it wasn't as
embarassing an ordeal as it had been earlier in the week.  Mom didn't have
the highchair setup -- it probably didn't occur to her and for some reason
Beckie decided not to mention it.  I sat in my regular seat at the kitchen
table, but for some reason mom forgot to give me utensils.  She gave a
surprised laugh when I pointed it out, but then only gave me a spoon
to eat with.  As expected, I had a baby bottle full of juice instead of a
glass to drink from and partway through dinner Mom wanted to try spoon
feeding a little of my dinner to me.  Fortunately she only did this for a
few mouthfuls, but Beckie was quick with the camera to make sure it would
be remembered.  After dinner, mom didn't have me help with clearing the
table as I usually did and simply carried me into the living room to sit in
front of the TV while she and Beckie did it.  When they had finished, they
told me to stay in the living room 'like a good baby' while they took care
of a few things in the downstairs.  It sounded like they were moving a lot
of things around down in the rec-room and I was curious what they were up
to.  Mom and Beckie made a lot of trips from the rec-room up to Mom's room
and then they stayed in Mom's room for awhile.

    When they came back downstairs, Mom announced that she wanted to go out
to the park with us and told Beckie to go into the garage and set up my old
stroller.  Since I'd already had to endure this once before, the idea of it
wasn't quite as scary as before.  Mom put a little sweater on me to keep my
arms from getting cold and then carried me into the garage where Beckie was
waiting with the stroller.  As before, I was buckled in and then we were on
our way.  On our way to the park, Mom and Beckie took particular interest
in the baby clothes on display in a store window and made comments to each
other about how cute certain outfits might look on me.  Fortunately we
didn't go in and we kept going.  I wasn't surprised to see that we were
headed to Mr. Jensen's Ice Cream Store.  Since my mother now obviously knew
about Baby Katie there wasn't much to fear this time.  My only worry was
that, it being a weekend, there might be a lot of people in there and
possibly even some kids I knew.  Fortunately luck was still with me and
there was only one family in there and they were leaving just as we were
going in.

    Upon entering the store, Mr. Jensen took notice of us immediately and
was a little surprised to see our mother with us.  He greeted us and then
asked my mother how she liked meeting Baby Katie.  My mother told him that
she was surprised, but since she was convinced that the kids were just
playing that she thought it was really cute.

"I asked the kids if it was okay to have Baby Katie stay with us this
weekend and I'm happy to say that they both thought it was a great idea"
said my mother.

"Well, she certainly is a pretty little thing. I was hoping that she'd come
back again so my wife could meet her.  Would it be alright with you if I
called her down?" asked Mr. Jensen.

    My mother told him that she would be delighted and a few minutes later
Mrs. Jensen was down in front of the counter, amazed at how I looked.

"What a cute little girl!" She said as she tickled me under my chin.  I
giggled in spite of myself and was surprised by another camera flash by
Beckie.

"Yes, she certainly is" said Mr. Jensen.  "As promised, ice cream today is
on the house in honour of our special little visitor."  Then, in spite of my
mother's protests, he promptly served each of us a double-scoop of our
favorite flavours.  It came as no surprise that he didn't need to ask me
what mine was.  While the adults were talking about me, Beckie crouched
down next to me and teased me about me being such a big hit as a baby girl.

"Jessie and Sam are never going to believe this", she said.  "They're definitely
going to want to come back over this week to play with you, especially when
I tell them you've had all weekend to get used to it".

"Please, Beckie" I whispered back "I don't want to keep doing this.  Someone
from my school will definitely find out if we keep this up for much longer!"

"Oh come on", she replied "You must like all of the attention you're
getting!  Besides, no one else has to know as long as we're careful"

    Mom and the Jensens finished their conversation, then we all said goodbye
and left the store.  On the way home, Mom remembered that she needed to
pick up some groceries, so we stopped in at the local supermarket.
Whenever we go to the grocery store I always like to ride on the front of
the shopping cart, but this time mom decided to place me in the seat.  I
wasn't surprised to hear Mom and Beckie making a few playful comments when
we passed through the baby aisle, but fortunately Mom didn't decide to buy
anything.  What was surprising was that among our other purchases, she bought
twice the amount of milk that she usually does.  I got a little nervous
again when we got to the checkout line, but that went as it usually did and
no one seemed to give me a second glance.

    The walk home was otherwise pretty uneventful.  Other than the fact
that I was dressed as I was and in a baby stroller, nothing seemed out of the
ordinary.  Unlike earlier in the week, it was different this time.  I guess
not having to worry about Mom finding out made a big difference because I
found it a lot easier to relax this time.  When we got back to our house,
Beckie let me out of the stroller and brought me into the living room while
Mom put our groceries away.

"You know Peter, Mom is REALLY having a lot of fun playing with you like
this" she said.  "She obviously isn't going to make you do this forever, so
why not just play along with it for the weekend?"

"Well," I said, "It isn't as bad as I thought it would be but I don't like
the idea of having to wear diapers all weekend."

"She isn't likely to make you use them unless for some reason she thinks
that you need to.  Just try not to wet yourself like you did earlier in the
week and you should be okay" she said with a smirk.

"That was YOUR fault!  I had to go to the bathroom and you wouldn't let
me!"

Beckie just laughed at that and tried to tell me I was just trying to
put blame on her to avoid embarassment.  "There was no harm done though,
was there Katie?  If you hadn't been wearing a diaper it could have been
much worse!"

    Just then Mom came in from the kitchen with a plate full of cookies for
us and some milk to go with them.  Not surprisingly, my milk was served in a
baby bottle.  After the cookies and milk were finished, Mom held me in her
lap for awhile and we watched some more TV.  When the program was over, she
announced that it was time for us to start getting ready for bed and then
she got up and carried me with her up the stairs.  When we got to the top
of the stairs, I was surprised that she headed towards her own room instead
of mine but I found out why as soon as we entered.

    It was immediately obvious what she and Beckie had been doing earlier
that afternoon.  They had brought my crib up from its storage in the
basement and now it was fully set up in Mom's room.  I was shocked, but I
knew that I couldn't say anything because I was expected to play along.
She sat down on her bed with me and asked if it was okay that Mommy wanted
her little baby close to her that night.  I guess it wouldn't be all that
terrible so I told her it was okay.  She started to help me remove the
dress to get ready for my bath and then I suddenly noticed that she had
slipped a finger under a leg band of the plastic pants.  She looked a little
puzzled when she saw me blushing and then she gave a little laugh.  She
apologized and explained that it was just a mother's instinct to check if
her baby's diaper needed changing or not.  Needless to say, the diaper was
NOT wet so that probably brought her back to reality.  Mom brought me into
the bathroom and started running the bathwater for me and then left so I
could use the toilet.  When I was finished, she returned and had me get
into the tub.

    Mom didn't usually bathe me since I was 7, but once in awhile she would
and that night she decided to.  I always loved playing in the bathtub and
Mom always made bathtime even more fun.  After she washed me and played
with me awhile, she wrapped me in a large towel and carried me back off to
her room again.  I noticed that there were some more diapers folded on her
bed and in very short order mom had pinned me into them and pulled another
pair of plastic pants over them.  I was surprised that she wanted to diaper
me for the night, but since I had already used the washroom it was
obviously just part of Baby Katie's weekend visit.  Beckie came in while
Mom was patting my hair dry and handed mom one of her old nighties.  As
soon as I was dressed in it, I noticed that at least it was longer than the
dress I was wearing that day so my diapers wouldn't be showing.  Beckie
couldn't resist one more photograph with the family camera and then she
headed off to have a shower.

    After Mom finished drying my hair, she set it into a pair of pigtails
and then set me down inside the crib.  After she got me settled under the
covers, she said she'd be right back and left the room for a few minutes.
When she returned, she had brought a storybook from my room and a warm
bottle of milk.  I was starting to think that Beckie had a point earlier...
I really was starting to like all of this attention.  By the time Beckie
had finished her shower, I had finished the milk and was getting really
sleepy.  Mom had stopped reading to me at some point and was gently stroking
my hair and humming softly to me until I fell asleep.


------- Chapter Three ------------------------------------------------


    Although I slept extremely well that night, I awoke to a curious
sensation the next morning.  I opened my eyes and noticed that Mom was
standing over me and pulling down my plastic pants.  At first I thought
that perhaps the baby game was over but that wasn't the case.  I suddenly
became aware that my diaper was WET and she was in the process of changing
me!

"Ah.. So little Katie is finally awake!" she said.

    The reality of what had happened hit me and I started to cry.  She
thought that we were only playing some game for fun, but I ended up wetting
my diapers in the night just like a real baby.

"Ohhh... Don't cry Katie, it's okay", she said to try to soothe me.  "I
probably gave you too much to drink last night before bed, so don't worry
about it."

    Mom had found the pacifier that the girls used on me earlier that week
and put it in my mouth while she finished changing me into a dry diaper.  I
was so embarassed, but also confused as to why Mom wasn't angry with me for
wetting myself.  In fact, she seemed quite cheerful as she was fitting a
new pair of plastic pants over the diaper.

"There, that's better!  Now my baby is nice and dry and ready to come
downstairs for her breakfast".  She then lifted me out of the crib and carried
me downstairs with her to the kitchen.

    Beckie was already seated at the kitchen table and had a bit of a smirk
on her face as Mom put me down in my seat.  I took the pacifier out of my
mouth but didn't say anything while Beckie and our mother were talking
about what fun things they should do with the baby that day.

"I think we should do a little shopping this afternoon for some more nice
clothes for Katie," said my mother.

That statement caught me a little off-guard and before I could answer
Beckie said, "That'd be GREAT, Mom!  We should try to look into some of
those stores that we saw yesterday!"

    While my sister and my mother chattered away about our impending
shopping expedition, my head was spinning so much from this latest development
that I practically had to hold onto the sides of the chair to keep myself
upright.  This was all so confusing.  Although I wasn't all that normal a
kid according to the few friends I had, I thought that being turned into a
baby girl was just too bizarre to sink in.  Yet, in less than a week that
seems to be what has been happening.  What started off as a one-sided game
with my sister and her friends has so far turned into a full-time reality.
Although they did say that it was only for the weekend.. why would they want
to be going shopping for more baby clothes?

    I suddenly became aware of the fact that it was very quiet at the
table.  I focussed my attention back to my mother and my sister and noticed
that they were both staring at me and smiling.  I didn't understand why
they were doing that until I realized that I had picked up a baby bottle
full of juice that my mother had put down in front of me and had
instinctively drank down half of it before I knew I was doing it.  I blushed,
quickly took it out of my mouth and placed back on the table in front of me.

"What's the matter Katie," my mother asked.  "Aren't you thirsty?"

"Well.. yes, I am I guess... but..."

"Ohhh!  You're just soooo cute!  Don't be so shy about drinking from your
bottle.  You're our adorable little baby girl and you don't have to worry
about anything!"  Mom then lifted me onto her lap and gave me a big hug.

    At that point I wasn't sure which was bothering me more, the fact that
I'd been drinking out of a baby bottle without realizing what I was doing
or that I was starting to respond to a girl's name.  I didn't even want to
THINK about the fact that it was necessary for my mother to change me into
a dry diaper this morning.

Mom let me down off her lap, handed me the bottle and said "Go upstairs
with Rebecca and she'll get you washed up and dressed for going out today".
With that, she gave my diapered behind a quick pat to hurry me along and
then went to the business of clearing the table.

    Beckie took ahold of my hand and led me upstairs to the bathroom.  As
she was helping me out of my nightgown she noticed that I was wearing
different plastic pants over my diapers than those I'd had on when Mom put
me to bed last night.

"Did Mom have to change you this morning?  Omigod... this is SO funny!
Wait 'til I tell Sam and Jess about this!"

"No!  Please Beckie, don't tell them!  I didn't mean for it to happen...
honest I didn't!"

"SURE you didn't, Katie.  Just like you didn't mean to wet yourself when we
had you in diapers before, right?  I'll bet you really like wetting your
diapers and are just pretending that it's an accident."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!!  It was YOUR fault that first time and..." I was unable to
finish as she had picked up my bottle and stuffed the nipple into my mouth.

"Listen, you be a nice little baby girl and don't give your big sister any
more trouble and maybe things will go a lot easier for you.  All I have to
do is tell Mom that wet your diapers earlier in the week and she might
decide to keep you in them for longer than just this weekend.  Now, finish your
bottle, be quiet and let me get you cleaned up."

    I got really worried that she might in fact have a point and thought it
best not to argue with her.  I sat down and watched quietly while she ran a
bath for me.  After I'd finished the bottle, my bath was ready and Beckie
had me stand up while she removed my diapers.  Usually I use the toilet
before I get into the bath but for some reason I didn't feel the need to
this time -- likely because I'd already wet during the night.  So, I shook
my head when Beckie asked me if I needed to go and then she promptly picked
me up and put me in the tub.

    Beckie had given me a bath once or twice before when I was a little
younger, but it felt really weird this time.  I didn't dare say so with her
recent warning still echoing in my ears, so I just stayed quiet and let her
wash me.  Just as before, my hair was taken down and carefully washed and
then I was wrapped in a large towel and carried off into our mother's room.
After putting me down on our mother's bed I wasn't at all surprised to see
Beckie coming at me with the baby powder and some fresh diapers.  She
quickly pinned me into them and then covered them with the same plastic
pants I'd been wearing at breakfast.

As we headed back into her own room she said, "You are small for your age
Katie, but you're still a little large for most of the baby things downstairs
in storage.  I think we'll have to buy some more diapers and plastic pants for
you today."  For some reason this didn't surprise me, but I still didn't want
to say anything.  The reality of the situation was that even if this baby game
with our mother was only temporary, I knew that Beckie and her friends would
have me dressed up and diapered a lot in the weeks to come, so angering her
would definitely be a bad idea.

    Beckie had chosen a more complete outfit for me this time that along with
a yellow dress that tied in the back with a large ribbon there were also tights
and shiny black shoes -- which I later learned were called 'Mary Janes'.
After I was dressed, Beckie touched up my nail polish and then put my hair
into a 'French Braid'.  She applied a small amount of makeup to my face and
then spun me to face the mirror again.  Once again, I was absolutely
stunned by the face that I saw.  Although I expected to see the face of a
girl in the mirror, at least this girl now looked a little older and not so
much like a large toddler.  I was thankful that my dress went down to my
knees and did a far better job of hiding my diapers than the other dress
did.  Although I looked closer to my actual age (but not quite) I was still
definitely female in appearance.

    I snapped out of my daze as Becky grabbed my hand and marched me back
downstairs to show me off to our mother.  I must've been getting used to
having to walk with diapers on because I found the trip downstairs a lot
easier than it had previously been.  Mom complimented Beckie on her
handiwork and told me to sit on the couch and watch TV for a little while
while the two of them got ready to take me out shopping.

    They both came back downstairs a little while later and we were ready
to go.  Due to the fact that I was not quite as little a girl as the day
before, they told me that I didn't have to ride in the stroller and that we
would all walk.  This was such a relief to me that the idea of going
outside suddenly didn't bother me nearly as much as it had before.  In
fact, I was so relieved that I almost forgot that I was still in diapers.
Diapers... if I was supposed to be a little more grown up now, why did I
still have to wear diapers?

    The walk outside was actually more enjoyable than I'd thought it would
be, all things considered.  Since I'd spent all of the previous day being
pushed in a stroller and otherwise carried like a baby, it felt really good
to get to properly stretch my legs.  The only problem was that every step I
took kept reminding me of the diapers I was wearing under my dress.  When
we got to the first of the stores that we'd seen while window shopping the
previous day, I started getting nervous again.  Mom took ahold of my hand,
told me not to worry and in we went.

    I'd never been in this store before because it seemed to only sell all
ages of girl's clothing.  Beckie separated from us and headed off into the
teenager section, probably looking for things more to her own tastes.  Mom
took me to the young girl's section and started to pick out cute little
dresses to try on.  We entered a changing room and she had me wear a few of
her selections and never once seemed to pay any attention to the fact that
I was standing in front of her in no more than diapers under my tights.
After my mother decided what to buy, I was dressed back in my yellow dress
again and we met Beckie at the front desk to pay for our purchases.  While
the sales lady was ringing up our purchases, she kept sneaking quick looks
at me and gave a little smile when she saw me blushing.

"My she's a shy little thing, isn't she?  What's your name sweetie?"

"Katie", I answered in my small voice.

"It looks like your mother's bought some very pretty clothes for you.  I'll
bet you just can't wait to get home and try them on, right?"

    I blushed some more and just nodded my head.  While my mother was
paying for all the clothes -- including a couple of skirts that Beckie
wanted -- I thought a little more about my reaction to the lady's question.
Although I did nod to keep up appearances and to avoid saying any more than
I had to, a part of me really DID want to get home and try on those new
clothes.  That was a confusing thought... why would I be looking forward to
trying on girls clothes?  Because I made a more convincing girl appearance
than the boy I was supposed to look like.  This was a truth that was
becoming more apparent to me in the last few days and I could no longer
deny it.  A girl... no one has any doubt that I'm anything other than a
young girl.  I remember there were a few times when I was mistaken for a
girl even when I was dressed in my usual boy's clothing, but this is
something entirely different.  There is no mistake this time, I AM a girl
in the eyes of everyone while I look this way.

    We headed off to the next store that my mother and sister wanted to
visit and I quickly discovered that it was a store that specialized in all
sorts of clothing for younger children and babies.  It was definitely a bit
unsettling to be in this place dressed as an 'older girl' but still aware
of the fact that I was wearing a diaper like a few of the other kids that
were in this store.  As soon as my attention was re-focussed on the diaper
that I was wearing, I suddenly realized that I had a need to pee.. and it
was growing stronger by the minute.  There was no washroom in this small
store so I thought I could hold it until we left and then ask if they'd
take me to a washroom once we got outside.  In the meantime, Mom and Beckie
were picking out all sorts of larger baby clothes and plastic pants for me.

Mom had to talk to the Sales Lady for a few minutes and while she was gone
Beckie must have taken notice of my squirming.  She knelt down close to me
and said, "So.. it looks like someone's just about ready to have another
'accident' in her diapers.  Why didn't you go back at the house when you
had the chance?"

"I didn't need to then, Beckie!" I answered in a hushed tone

"Well then, I guess it's a good thing that you're in diapers.  There are no
washrooms nearby and we aren't heading back home for awhile so you might as
well just go in your diapers."

    Beckie had a real evil smile on her face and I knew that she was
enjoying my predicament.  I was determined not to let her gain any
satisfaction though and decided to hold out until Mom came back so I could
ask her to take me to a washroom.  It might have worked, but Beckie had
other ideas and seemed determined to further torment me.  She started
talking to me about anything that had to do with water... flowing rivers...
running tap water, etc.  It was getting REALLY difficult to concentrate but
I was still sure I could hold on.  Mom and the Sales Lady were slowly
making their way back to where we were and I started to believe that I
might actually make it, but it was not to be.  Beckie saw our mother coming
back so she quickly reached under my dress put two fingers in the top of my
diaper and pressed down on my bladder.  Instantly, I felt my bladder
release and I started to flood my diapers.  All the color drained out of my
face and I started to cry.  I had just wet my diapers for the third time in
less than a week and this time in public.  I was really scared what Mom
would do when she found out.

    When Mom came back, she saw a few tears on my face and asked what was
wrong.  I bit my lip and was too afraid to answer, so Beckie whispered in
her ear and then my mother picked me up and tried to comfort me.

"Ohhh... sweetie.. why didn't you say something earlier?  Come on darling..
We'll get you fixed up."  She carried me over to the Sales Lady and asked
if there was a room that she could use for a few minutes.  The lady looked
at me and didn't immediately realize what was wrong.  She probably didn't
know I was in diapers because my dress hid them pretty well.

"Little Katie here just had a little accident and needs her pants changed,"
my mother whispered to her.

The Sales Lady then smiled and said, "Oh... of course.  We have a room at
the back that is set up as a changing station."  She led us to the room and
then after she left my mother told Beckie to quietly ask the Sales Lady if
they sold any diapers for larger babies.  I could tell that Beckie was
REALLY enjoying the situation because she practically danced her way up the
aisle as my mother carried me inside the room.  She may be having a good
time, but I felt absolutely miserable.

"Don't cry sweetie," my mother said.  "At least we were in the right store
when this happened."

    I guess Mom was trying to make a joke to cheer me up, but it was pretty
impossible at that point.  She laid me down on the table and started to
remove my diaper.   Becky appeared a minute later with some larger looking
diapers and I was quickly pinned into them and had a new pair of plastic pants
pulled over them... yellow this time, to match the dress I was wearing.

"Well.. this certainly caught me by surprise.  I'd hoped that we wouldn't
have to change you until we got back home this afternoon so I didn't bring
any extra diapers for you" my Mom told me.

"But Mom.. I couldn't help it... I'm so sorry... " and I started sobbing
uncontrollably.  There would be no point in telling her that Beckie had
cheated and forced me to wet my diapers when I did because it wasn't likely
Mom would believe me.  Besides, I had doubts that I would have made it to a
washroom before it happened anyways.

"Shhh... don't cry sweetheart.  We'll talk about it later when we get
home."

    Mom dried the tears on my face and gave me a kiss on my cheek.  She then
let me down from the table and we all went up to pay for the clothes, as well
as the diapers that I was now wearing.  While Mom was paying for everything,
Beckie had a worried expression on her face.  I guess she was feeling a little
guilty that her prank had upset me so much because she gave me a hug and
whispered to me that she was sorry.

    We went out for lunch at a restaurant that we only go to on special
occasions like birthdays, so that really cheered me up.  In spite of the
things that had been going on that morning, we had a really good time.
Nothing was said about my accident in the baby clothing store and we
instead talked about more normal things like where we'd go for our vacation
this year when Mom took her vacation time off work.

    After lunch, we made our way back home and upon arriving, Mom sent
Beckie upstairs with the packages while she brought me into the living room
to have a 'little talk' with me.

"Peter, I'm a little concerned about the accidents you've been having since we
decided to have Baby Katie stay for the weekend.  I love you and you know
that you can tell me anything, so what I'm wondering is if perhaps some part
of you wants to be Baby Katie for a little while longer."

    I opened my mouth to immediately deny that was the case, but I stopped
myself.  I wondered, what if what she was saying could be true?  I still
didn't know why I'd wet my diapers while I was sleeping.

"I don't know, Mom" I answered truthfully.  "I wasn't sure if I liked being
a baby girl at first, but now it doesn't seem so bad.  I just wish that I
wasn't having accidents too."

"You will always be my precious baby and it won't matter if you're Peter or
Katie, I will always love you just as much," she said and then took me into
her arms and gave me a long hug.

    When she held me like that, I could really feel her love for me just
flowing from her.  It swept away all of my fears and any sadness I'd been
feeling over the weekend.  I didn't understand why, but I started to cry
again, but this time because I was so happy.  I felt a lot closer to her
now and held onto her really tight.  I loved her so much and as always she
knew just how to send all the bad feelings away and make everything alright
again.  After a few minutes, she released me and wiped a few more of my
tears off my face.

"Now, I want you to do something for me okay?" she asked me.  "I know that
you don't normally take naps anymore, but I want you to lie down for awhile
and try to get some rest.  I think we should all go out to the movies
tonight and I want you to be better rested for it, okay?"

"Okay Mom" I said, even though I didn't really want to take a nap.  She
then picked me up and carried me up to her room again.  She helped me
change out of my dress and gave me a long T-shirt to wear instead of the
nightgown I wore the night before.  I wasn't at all surprised that she
meant for me to sleep in the crib, but I honestly didn't mind at that
point.  As before she rubbed my back and hummed a soft tune to me and I
quickly dozed off into a light sleep.