by: BackToBabyHood | Story In Progress | Last updated Mar 5, 2024
Alexa was still sobbing
as Ms. Vaughn carried her into the building adjacent to the main school known
as Dalian Daycare Center. Ms. Vaughn
carried her down the hallway, opening the door labeled “Ages 3-4”. A young, blonde-haired woman wearing a blue
apron was cleaning sippy cups in the sink when she spotted Ms. Vaughn carry in a
crying child clad in nothing but a t-shirt, a Pull-Up and shoes.
Kelly walked up to the
pair, a look of concern on her face. “Oh
no, what happened?” she asked as she lightly rubbed the crying child’s back.
Miss Vaughn placed Alexa
on the ground, holding her hand as she explained to Kelly what had
happened. “She’s apparently enrolled in
my Kindergarten class but I don’t think she’s toilet trained. She had an accident on the playground and
quite frankly I think there must have been some kind of
misunderstanding….” Kelly nodded her
head, then looked down at Alexa who stood listening to the two adults discuss
her plight as she began to suck her thumb again.
“Oh, that’s so weird……you
know, I noticed a name on the daycare roster this morning that I hadn’t seen
before. Maybe she was accidentally sent
to Kindergarten? It says here on her
chart that she’s three-and-a-half years old.
She’s definitely too young to be in your class” Kelly explained as she began
to review Alexa’s chart on her iPad.
Alexa looked around the
room and took in her surroundings as Kelly and Miss Vaughn attempted to sort
out the apparent mix-up. About a dozen
little boys and girls played about the room, which wasn’t as large as the
Kindergarten classroom she had come from, although it was much more colorful
inside. The walls were painted bright
hues of light yellow, blue and green and the tall windows let in a large amount
of natural light. A large playmat
resided in the center of the room, flanked by small wooden tables littered with
various toys. Unlike the toys in the
Kindergarten classroom, these toys seemed much more infantile and basic. Stuffed animals and oversized Lego blocks
littered the floor while a square-shaped ball pit abutted one of the corners of
the room.
It was then that Alexa
noticed something else opposite the ball pit.
It looked like a table, but it had a small set of stairs that led up to
the top of it. Above the table was a
shelf containing bottles of baby powder, small plastic packages and stacks
of…………
“Diapers……..” Kelly said,
the word derailing Alexa’s train of thought and snapping her back into
reality. “…..…..her chart says she’s not
toilet trained, so she belongs in diapers. It’s no wonder she had an accident
in her Pull-Up.”
It was then that Alexa
was reminded that she was wearing a dirty Pull-Up. How did she forget that she had soiled
herself?
“Well, I don’t know how
this happened, but she seems to be in the right place now. I’ll get her cleaned up so she can play with
the other children.” With that, Miss
Vaughn passed Alexa’s hand to Kelly, who began to lead her towards the diaper
changing station.
“Ok, honey, show me what
a big girl you are and climb the stairs for me!” Kelly cheerily
encouraged. Alexa looked up at the
stairs, realizing what awaited her once she reached the top.
Alexa attempted to
protest once more, but suddenly found it very difficult to express her feelings
about having to wear diapers. She had a
vague awareness that there were words to express what she wanted to say, but
all that she could muster was a basic sentence.
“But……no wanna wear
diapees!” she protested, struck by how babyish she now sounded. What had happened to her speech? Why couldn’t she articulate herself as well
as she could only a few minutes ago?
“But honey, everyone here
wears diapers, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about!”
It was then that Kelly
noticed Alexa’s t-shirt sliding off of her shoulders. “Oh, and it looks like your clothes are a bit
too big for you, honey! It’s ok,
though. I have a very pretty shirt for
you to wear!” she said, holding out a small, light pink t-shirt that said
“Dalian Daycare” on the front. Not that
Alexa could read it. All she saw on the
shirt was an assemblage of letters that she knew individually, but had no idea
what words they formed.
“Now, why don’t you climb
up the stairs and I’ll get you into a nice, clean diaper and you can go play
with your friends?” she said as she began to put on a pair of disposable
gloves.
As Alexa stood before the
changing table, she turned around and surveyed the room. All of the children seemed so happy,
carelessly playing and running about.
Being changed out of her icky Pull-Up did sound inviting, but the
thought of being put in diapers still just felt wrong to her somehow. That nagging feeling she had been
experiencing throughout the day came back.
That feeling that things weren’t as they should be. Something was wrong! Once again, she tried to remember what things
were “supposed to be” like, but again came up short. As far as she knew, she was three-and-a-half
years old. She went to daycare and
didn’t belong in Kindergarten. As far as
she knew, she wasn’t potty trained. So,
she must wear diapers, right?
Alexa began to climb the
steps to the changing table. When she
reached the top, Kelly removed her ill-fitting clothing, folding it and putting
it aside. She then laid Alexa onto her
back and began to tear the sides of the Pull-Up. Alexa’s thumb made its way into her mouth
again as Kelly pulled the front of the soiled undergarment down between Alexa’s
legs, causing the odor of what she had done in it to waft around her anew.
“Awww, there’s the little
present you left for Miss Kelly!” she cheerily exclaimed as she lifted Alexa’s
legs by the ankles, removing the Pull-Up from under her bottom and rolling it
up. After tossing the Pull-Up in the
nearby diaper pail, Kelly grabbed a baby wipe and began to methodically wipe
Alexa’s bottom clean. Alexa shivered slightly
as the cold wipes made contact with her skin, but was relieved that the job
only required two baby wipes given the relatively small (but aromatically
potent) mess she had made.
Alexa continued to suck
her thumb and watched as Kelly prepared to diaper her. Her legs were lowered back onto the table as
Kelly reached up to the shelf and took a Luvs Size 6 diaper from one of the
stacks. She unfolded it, then lifted
Alexa’s legs into the air as she slid the diaper under her freshly cleansed bottom. Alexa felt the sensation of something being
sprinkled onto her skin, then smelled the familiar, comforting aroma of baby
powder wafting around her. Alexa could
feel the powder being rubbed into her skin, followed by the sensation of the diaper
being drawn up snuggly between her legs.
After securing the tapes on Alexa’s diaper, Kelly sat her up and put her
in the t-shirt she had shown Alexa earlier.
As Alexa poked her head through the t-shirt, she looked down at what now
adorned her waist. She couldn’t quite
decide how she felt about wearing a diaper.
While she still had the nagging feeling that she should be embarrassed
to be wearing one, it also felt oddly comfortable to her. Its soft confines made her feel secure and carefree,
evoking a feeling that she had even less to worry about than she did as a
Kindergartner.
“There we go! All nice and clean!” Kelly said as she finished
helping Alexa put her shirt on. “Sorry,
but I don’t have any bottoms for you, sweetheart. You’ll just have to spend the day in your
diaper and t-shirt, ok?” Kelly explained as she helped Alexa down the stairs
from the changing table.
As she made her way down
the steps, Alexa tugged at her shirt in an effort to cover some of her diaper,
but it was much too short. She realized
that any attempt at modesty was futile and resigned herself to the fact that
her diaper would remain in full view of anyone looking. To her surprise, none of the other children
seemed to pay any mind to her new outfit as she was led by her hand to the play
area.
“Now that we’ve got you
cleaned up, let’s find a playmate for you” Kelly said, scanning the room for a
child in need of a friend. “Oh, why
don’t you play Legos with Brittany?” Kelly suggested, leading Alexa towards a
little blonde-haired girl. Alexa sat
down on the playmat across from her new friend, looking up at Miss Kelly as if
waiting for permission to begin to play with the colorful blocks. “Brittany, Alexa is going to play Legos with
you, ok?” she announced in a soft tone that somehow sounded both sweet and
authoritative at the same time. Brittany
looked up at Miss Kelly, then at Alexa, nodded her head and resumed
playing. Alexa gathered some blocks and
began to put them together.
After a few minutes,
Brittany looked up at Alexa quizzically. "I never sawd you before here.
Wuss ur name?" she asked as she stacked another block on top of her tower.
Engrossed in her own
building project, Alexa didn’t respond immediately. The question triggered something in Alexa’s
mind. Something far away and distant. Faint visions of the day passed through her
memory. Waking up somewhere, being in the wrong place (or was it places?) and
then her incident on the playground. After reaching into the pail for another
block, she answered. "My name’s
Awexa. This my fuhst day here.” The
children continued to play in silence, then Alexa posed a question that had
been nagging her. “What we do here? We jus pway?” she asked, reaching for another
block.
Brittany connected
another block, giggling as she answered.
“Yea. We pway an……..an Miss Kewwy
watches. Then mommy comes. Your Mommy take you here? Your Daddy?” she asked nonchalantly, admiring
the progress on her multi-colored creation.
Alexa paused for a
moment. This apparently simple question
began to distress her, causing her to start sucking her thumb as she struggled
to answer it. She did have a
Mommy and Daddy, right? She must have,
but why couldn’t she remember what they looked like?
“Umm, I don’t ‘member”
Alexa replied, taking her thumb out of her mouth so that she could continue to
build her palace.
“We need more bwocks!”
Brittany suddenly announced, getting up and running over to Miss Kelly, who was
busy preparing sleeping cots for nap time.
Alexa watched as Miss Kelly pointed to a nearby bucket of Legos, which
Brittany picked up and carried back towards Alexa.
Halfway there, Brittany
paused, a look of sudden concentration overcoming her. She put the bucket down,
resting both of her hands on top of it.
She bent her knees slightly, entering a half-squat while staring at
Alexa as she let out a low grunt. Alexa tilted her head slightly, a confused
look on her face as she observed her playmate’s strange behavior. After several more seconds, Brittany let out
a final grunt, picked up the bucket and completed her trip back to her building
site, sucking her thumb as she sat back down on the floor beside Alexa. "I
founds more bwocks!" she cheerfully announced, emptying the bucket on the
floor.
Alexa forgot about her
friend’s odd behavior, reaching towards the new reservoir of plastic blocks to
continue building her version of a doll house.
As Alexa attempted to put a roof on her new house, she detected a faint,
unpleasant odor lingering near her. When
Brittany sat up to get another block, the odor became even more
noticeable.
“Bwittny? Why you stinky?” Alexa inquired with the unfiltered
directness expected from a four-year-old.
“’Cus I made poopies.” Brittany
replied with equal candor. “I made pee
pees too!” she added as she lifted the front of her skirt, revealing the front
of her diaper which was stained a dull yellow.
Alexa then realized what Brittany had been doing when she had squatted
down beside the bucket.
Alexa was taken aback,
astonished that her new friend seemed completely unphased by the fact that she
was sitting in her own mess, continuing to play without the slightest hint of
discomfort or embarrassment. That
astonishment slowly turned to unease as it dawned on Alexa why she was put in
diapers in the first place. She wasn’t
just expected to wear them, she was expected to use them.
Her thoughts were
interrupted by the sound of Miss Kelly clapping her hands and announcing to the
children that it was nap time. She made
her way around the room, wrapping up the various play sessions taking place and
eventually making her way to Alexa and Brittany.
“Ok you two, let’s put
our blocks back in the bucket and get ready for nap time!” she ordered, getting
on her knees to assist the girls in cleaning up their play area. Almost immediately, Kelly detected the
familiar odor of a dirty diaper.
"Uh ohhhhh, someone
made a poopyyyyyy........" she playfully announced. Without warning, Kelly
turned Alexa around and pulled the rear of her diaper away from her waist, peering
inside. Finding it clean, she turned her
attention to Brittany, lifting her skirt and revealing a diaper that sagged
slightly between her legs. “I think we
have a winner!” she said, taking Brittany by the hand and leading her towards
the changing table.
“Alexa, I want you to
finish cleaning up the blocks while I change Brittany’s diaper, ok?” she instructed
as she led Brittany up the steps to the top of the table. Alexa began to deposit the blocks back into
the bucket as instructed, but couldn’t help but watch with morbid fascination
as Kelly removed Brittany’s skirt and began to change her diaper. The little girl remained compliantly
motionless on the changing table as Kelly went about wiping her bottom clean of
her……
Poop. Alexa had to poop.
She was struck once again
by the strong urge that she had felt on the playground. Panicked, she desperately attempted to hold
back what had tried to come out earlier.
This time, however, she was alarmed to find that her control over those
muscles was practically non-existent.
Alexa instinctively squatted, then fell to her knees and placed her
hands on the floor, her visage reflecting a sickly combination of panic and
confusion as she felt herself beginning to poop. Now on all fours, she involuntarily grunted
as she began to fill her diaper. As she continued
to do her business, a faint hissing sound was audible as her bladder began to
empty itself as well. When it was all
over, Alexa remained frozen in place, shocked by what she had just done.
Meanwhile, as Brittany’s
clean diaper was taped onto her, she saw Alexa in her embarrassing position and
decided to inform her caregiver. “Miss
Kewy! Awexa’s goin’ potty!” she shouted,
pointing her finger at her beleaguered playmate.
Alexa’s lips quivered and
her eyes welled with tears as a torrent of confused feelings stirred inside
her. She knew that what she had just done
was completely normal in her current environment, yet something else told her
that she should feel ashamed and embarrassed about it. That nagging feeling that things weren’t
quite as they should be was now shouting at the top of its lungs to be
heard. The tempest of conflicting
thoughts, feelings and emotions overwhelmed the little girl and she began to
cry. Miss Kelly helped Brittany off of
the changing table, then walked towards the distraught child. She helped her to her feet, checked her
diaper and then picked her up.
“Shhhhhh, there, there
honey. I think a certain Miss Cranky
Pants needs a clean diaper and a nap!” Kelly cheerily announced as she carried
her at her hip towards the diaper changing station.
Alexa continued to sob as
she was placed on the changing table, still processing the fact that she had
just filled her diaper like a baby.
After laying Alexa down on her back, Miss Kelly grabbed a nearby stuffed
animal and held it in front of her.
Alexa immediately grabbed it, clutching it tightly as her caregiver
prepared to change her.
Alexa buried her face in
the stuffed animal’s soft fur as the tapes of her diaper were removed and its
front drawn down between her legs. After
using the front of the diaper to remove the bulk of her mess, Miss Kelly rolled
the soiled diaper under Alexa’s bottom, then began to wipe her with baby
wipes. Unlike her first accident, this
time it took several wipes to get Alexa clean before she was ready to be
powdered. Several seconds later, Alexa was
in a clean diaper once again. By now, the
emotionally exhausted child’s sobs had turned to soft whimpers as she sucked
her thumb and clutched her stuffed animal.
Noticing that the little girl had appeared to tucker herself out, Miss
Kelly picked her up and slowly walked her around the daycare center while
simultaneously directing the other children to their sleeping cots. After all of the children had been settled
in, she carried Alexa to her cot, put a blanket over her and turned on the
daycare’s naptime music. As Alexa
drifted off to sleep, she heard the sound of bells playing the melody of
“Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” as she drifted into unconsciousness.
The Sanctity of Knowledge
by: BackToBabyHood | Story In Progress | Last updated Mar 5, 2024
Stories of Age/Time Transformation