Here is one of my old stories from years back, never published.
We were visiting my Aunt Janet and some  other relatives over in Pennsylvania. Seemed like we never visited them; at least, I could never remember  being in Harrisburg before.
 We saw my Uncle Harold that day. Only time I ever saw the old man, he  died when I was 13. He took an instant liking to me though. He didn't like  anyone, that old man, but he liked me. My brother and sister were jealous when  Uncle Harold gave me a brand new Baseball. It was so big to me at the time...I couldn't even hold it right in my hand.
 We ended up staying a bit later than planned. It's a three hour drive  from Harrisburg to Pittsburgh, and we were planning to go there, spend part  of the day, and drive back to Pittsburgh where we were visiting other  relatives, my Grandma, in particular.
 First we were just there through dinner. Then it came time for  supper. "You CAN'T leave now, and drive all that way hungry, Junior," they  said to Dad.
 They always called Dad Junior, since he was named after his Daddy. I wondered since I was named after my Daddy, should I be called "Third"?
Grandaddy was dead anyway, long before I  was born. Sometimes I wished I knew him. But then Daddy always said he was drunk a  lot, and mean often. Maybe it was better not to have met the man. Daddy still  loved him though, I could tell.
 "I can drive hungry," my Dad informed my Aunt. "But what  about your kids, Junior? I bet they want to eat, don't you kids?" My siblings and I gave Dad the "Bambi Eyes". For once they worked. Sometimes they worked, even on Dad. Mom was easier.
 We stayed for supper. We stayed for desert. And then my sister and I  played with our little Cousin, Shannon. She was Aunt Janet's Granddaughter, really our third cousin. She was also spoiled rotten. Cried if she didn't get her way. She got her way a lot.
 My brother sat at the table and talked with the men. I don't think he enjoyed it much. It didn't LOOK like much fun, just sitting there and  talking. He would have had more fun playing marbles with us. But, that's what you  gotta do when you grow up, I guess.
 It was getting near night. We ran outside and caught fireflies. "Glowbugs" we called them. Every once in awhile  you would catch a moth too, and then let it go. It was fun to see who could  catch the largest moth...once my sister caught one that had at least a 5 inch wingspan, but we teased her and said it was really a bat. A white bat.
 When at last Daddy noticed the time, it was too late to drive back. Probably my Aunt's plan all along.
 "We can't stay HERE, Aunt Janet," my Dad said for what had to be the fifth time. "Where would you put all of us? We'll be fine, the kids can sleep in the car on the way  back."
 "And have you wake them up all over again when you get back to Pittsburgh. They won't be well rested, and neither will you. And you KNOW how hard  of hearing your mother is! What if she doesn't hear you knocking to get in?  Then what will you do?"
 Daddy was out of arguments. My Aunt had an extra room, my brother would stay with Uncle Harold. I claimed I should be the one  to stay with Uncle Harold, but they believed my brother should because he was  older and could get along without Mom.
 My sister was in the room with Aunt Janet. Shannon was displaced to a sleeping bag in the living room. She didn't complain,  as this meant she would get to stay up longer.
 I was going to be sleeping where  Shannon always slept. This sounded reasonable at first, although I was mildly ruffled  at having to sleep in a 3 year old girls bed. It  would probably be something dumb, like pink or something.
 When we entered the room, there was a large double bed for my  parents, and a......I couldn't believe it! A white CRIB, covered with pink bunnies  and of course, pink nursery printed sheets.
"WHAT!?" I stared at it in disbelief! "No way! I'm NOT sleeping in a crib! I'm SEVEN!!" I stated, crossing my arms. As far as I was concerned, this argument was  over. They'd just have to put me somewhere else!
 "Is that so?" my mother said. "Well mister, you've got another thing coming. I WAS going to let  you have the side down while you slept in there, but since you are acting like an ungrateful spoiled BABY, a crib is where you belong...with the side UP!" Â
 My Dad came into the room then. "Dad," I complained. "Mom says I have to..."
 "If your mother says you have to, then you have to," he cut me off. "You know better than to try and use us against each other."
 "Sorry," I muttered. He was right. I DID know better. But this was just too much!
 My mother stripped me down to my underwear to sleep in. Grumbling  about it, I began to climb into the crib. Just as I got in, my mother said, "Hold  on just a minute."
 I stopped and looked at her. "I think you should be punished for  being so ungrateful," my mother told me. She was looking thoughtfully at the diaper stacker that hung from the side of the crib. She pulled one out  and looked at it.
 "Must be for Shannon," she mused. "Toddler diapers. They're pretty big. Probably even big enough to fit you!" She began to smile now.
 My eyes grew large as she unfolded the pink diaper. "Oh no, Mom! Don't make me do that. PLEASE don't make me wear a diaper!"
 My pleas fell on deaf ears as she gently pushed me onto my back in  the crib. In one quick motion she whisked my underwear off, and slid the diaper  under me. "If you are going to act like a naughty child, we will just have to  dress you like one," she said.
 She found some baby powder and sprinkled it on me, then snugly  fastened the diaper using the tapes that were on it.
 Meanwhile, I was realizing that this didn't feel half bad, and was struggling inwardly with the fact that this was a punishment. My mother finished diapering me, then said, "Now you go out to the living room,  and tell everyone goodnight."
 Embarrassed, I toddled out to the living room, constantly aware of  the huge thick diaper between my legs. It crinkled loudly, and I couldn't put my  legs together. It made me have to walk funny.
 When I went into the Living room, my sister nearly choked at seeing  me in the diaper. She giggled as I went from person to person, saying  goodnight.
 "That's all right, Honey," my aunt said when I got to her. "Little babies need to be diapered at night. Nothing  at all wrong with that." She patted my diapered bottom. "Just like your little cousin Shannon over there."
 I looked over at  to see she was indeed wearing one of the diapers. It was slightly large on her, slightly small  on me. Still, it fit.
 I finally was able to go to bed. I climbed into the crib, and my  mother put the side up. I tossed and turned for awhile, aware of the diapers and  wondering why they felt so good to me.
 I awoke in the middle of the night. It was dark, and I realized I was  trapped in the crib...and i had to go pee.....really  bad. I wondered for a moment about calling out to my mother to let me out,  then realized something. I was wearing a  diaper. What would it feel like to just wet it, like a real baby? I might as well put it to  good use!Â
 I relaxed myself and tried to go. It took a few minutes, but finally I  was able to let go and let the warm pee into my diapers. It was actually a  good feeling I realized. Warm and tingling, and the diaper held it all. I  fell back asleep, feeling warm, safe, and secure.
 In the morning, I awoke to find the diaper had become cold and  clammy. Now I just wanted out of it. My mother put the crib side down and I jumped  out.
 It was then that I realized that a wet diaper was something more than  cold and clammy. It was heavy.
 My mother eyed the diaper suspiciously. "I don't believe it," she said. "Did you wet that diaper?"
 "What? No! Of course not," I said, backing away. But it was useless. She reached over and put her finger in the elastic at the leg  opening.
 "You DID wet it!" she said. "Then you LIED about it!" She effortlessly pulled me over her knee and smacked the wet diaper a  few times. "Bad baby. Baby mustn't lie to Mommy!" she said as she spanked me. It was more embarrassing than  anything else, the spanking didn't hurt through the  diaper.
 My mother then went to ask my aunt if she could use some of the other toddler things for me.
 She came back, and I was plopped onto the changing table. My t shirt and the wet diaper came off, for which I  was grateful. My happiness didn't last for long however, as she returned  with a new diaper, and she cleaned me with baby wipes, powdered me, and put a dry  diaper on me.
 I was very embarrassed already, but it wasn't over yet. She then went  to the closet, and came back with a baby dress. "If you're going to act like  your cousin, we will dress you like her!" she said, putting the dress on me  and combing my hair with a part in the middle. To complete the look, she put  tights and Mary Jane shoes on my feet.
 My aunt brought my cousin Shannon into the room to change her out of  her diapers, and get her dressed for the day. Shannon looked at me when they entered. "Baby!" she said excitedly.Â
 My Aunt smiled and said, "Yes dear, that's a little baby who still needs to wear diapers all day. But since you are a big girl, you get to  wear training panties during the day."
 My mother lifted me down, and we walked by the mirror on the way out  of the room. I was shocked to see that walking beside my mother in the mirror,  rather than a little seven year old boy, there was a very sweet looking toddler  girl!
