Hello, my name is Baby Junior. I’m a 26-year-old baby boy who likes to act as a 4-yea-old toddler. I first got into nappies when I was just fifteen years old. This is how it happened:
I had gone to my Nana’s house to stay the weekend. On Saturday, Nana and I went shopping at our local supermarket. While Nana went on to do her shopping, I roamed around the store until I came to the aisle where the baby nappies were kept. I saw a package of size 5 nappies on the shelf. I opend it and, when no one was looking, I stashed a few inside my jacket. A few minutes later, I caught up with Nana. She paid for her groceries and then we went home.
I quickly ran upstairs and put a nappy on. I peed in it and then I went to bed in it.
The next morning, I wanted to be changed. So, I went into town where there was a baby store called “Children’s World.” I wrote a short note to them, In which I Lied, Saying that I wasdisabled and needed assistance for getting changed. I was very nervours when I went into the store. I went upstairs because that’s where the changing room was. There was a lady behind the counter, so I went up to her and handed over the note.
Apparently, my note worked. A short time later, A woman (Manager) came upstairs and walked over to where I standing. She said, “What size nappy are you wearing?” Again, I lied, saying I was wearing a size 6. The smaller size I had on was just a little too snug.
The woman (Manager) spoke to another person which was also a woman came and grab my hand and brought me into the changing room. I was hoping that she would ask me to lie down on the changing mat on the table which was in there where the other babies were changed, but just then another person came in a man and the woman told me to pull down my trousers and the man hold my tea-shirt awale the woman began to change me. She removed my wet soggy nappy, used some baby wipes to clean me up, and put in a fresh nappy. It felt great!
I will never forget that day for as long as I live.
The next day came and I was wanting to be changed the same way, I went back there again. This time, however, I was asked for personal information from the manager of the store. I gave them a false name. So they changed me again. Unfortunately, the store closed and I had to find a new place where I could be changed.
Luckly, there was a place near my home. It was also an establishment for mothers to bring their babies for care. I decided to try the note routine and, again, it seemed to work. I was led to the changing room, but I chickened out at the last moment and ran straight home.
When I was 19, I decided to tell my mum about my wearing nappies. I wrote her a letter saying that I wanted to be a baby again and wanted to wear nappies. As soon as i handed it to her, I ran to my bedroom and cried. But she called me back. She asked, “You wear nappies?” I told her that I did. “That’s okey,” she said. “There are others out there just like you.” I was surprised by what she said because, all along, I had thought I was the only one my age who enjoyed nappies.
More than anything, I was glad to get it out in the open with my mum. She now knew about me wearing nappies.