It's 11:14, 46 minutes before New Years Eve and unlike most adults the only thing I'll be celebrating is getting my diaper changed. I've been changed nine times now since the first diaper was pinned around me. It will be ten times with Ms. Bailsman the last and at midnight because it's her party.

Oh, did I forget to mention she hired me to be the New Years Eve Baby? I didn't did I so that's my bad. Anyway, two weeks ago, right before Christmas as it happens, Ms. Bailsman caught me in the hallway and asked the oddest question I've ever been asked: "John, would you do me a favor and be my baby?"

As you can imagine, I had a hard time answering because the only thing that came to mind was "what?". Truth is I'd be anything that woman wanted but I had no idea what she meant. Then she laughed. She laughed and covered her mouth with one had while touching my forearm with the other apologizing as she did so. She recognized her gaffe in an instant by correcting herself and mentioning it was for New Years.

Even so, that was still a hard request to consider but it was Ms. Bailsman asking. I know she's out of my league and that includes tons of other things that make her and I totally incompatible but it was Ms. Bailsman asking. She was physically a big woman but it was more like a May West kind of big. While I wanted to say no those breast heaving up and down just inches from my face kept me from doing so.

She smiled noticing where I was looking making me blush even worse before I nearly fainted when she said, "OK, if I said you could also breast feed as my baby for New Years would that change things?" Of course I assumed she was joking but even so, just the thought left my legs without a bone left in them and shear will the only thing holding me up.

"So what would I have to do," I asked and the next time I spoke it was OK. It was OK to what she wanted, the time she wanted it and my absolute silence in the event someone found out what she planned. As to that last, there was no way I was going to run around telling people I was going to wear diapers for ms. Bailsman.

I would wear tights, white tights, diaper and plastic pants and a baby style tee shirt made of white satin to match a baby's bonnet of white satin. The diaper would be cloth and the plastic panties - plastic, but the diaper cover would also be made of satin. I would wear girl's shoes made of white patent leather with a strap across the instep much like those Mary Jane shoes.

At the start of the party I would greet guest as they arrived then hand out party favors, serve drinks and help with hors d'oeuvres. Later, as the party grew more loose Ms. Bailsman wanted to have the ladies change my diaper.

You read that right. Ms. Bailsman thought it would be cute if each woman could change my diaper. That was the reason for the tights and why I would be wearing them under the diaper, plastic pants and diaper cover. Each woman, on every half hour before midnight, and as determined by a kind of lottery, would get to change me.

As odd as it sounds I was so dumbfounded and so damn smitten besides that the only thing I could do was calculate the number of diaper changes. By the way, since the party started at seven that was 10 diaper changes with the last reserved for Ms. Bailsman. When she mentioned that she would be dressing me before the party and then making that last diaper change besides, the only thing I could do was nod a yes.

It wasn't going to be anywhere near the fantasies I often had with a dollop of KY jelly but it was far more than I'd ever thought possible. It wouldn't be sex but I could easily fill in the blanks from that nights worth of Ms. Bailsman - easily, so it was definitely a yes. The satin by the way was simply because the women would be wearing formals. The girl's shoes simply because she couldn't find baby shoes in my size.

None of it made sense and no one in their right mind would do such a thing but honestly, I was never in my right mind around Ms. Bailsman and to be around and under her for hours was incredible luck. So laugh if you must I was a very happy Freshman when I drove off to the campus that morning.

It was also all I could think of morning, noon and night before the party and a day before the party, about the time I was getting cold feet I was invited to Ms. Bailsman's apartment to be measured. It wasn't anything but measurements and didn't last more than fifteen minutes but that was enough to leave me nearly faint.

Nearly faint and erected so badly that I got off before the elevator hit the lobby. That wasn't the first time by the way nor the last so I had already planned to relieve myself as many times as I could before I left my dorm room for her place. Mom thankfully would be with her sister and brother in law and some guy she'd met at the office.

It was about five minutes to when I knocked and it wasn't Ms. Bailsman that greeted me but a woman dressed neatly in a white tuxedo. There was another opening Champaign bottles and a third fixing a table filled almost to overflowing with appetizers and other finger foods. Ms. Bailsman was no where to be till I heard her voice coming down the hall.

"Right on time and I've got everything ready," she said smiling graciously and I was instantly beguiled again which got me over the terror of what was about to happen. Only the panic came back when I stepped into her bedroom. I couldn't help it seeing the large changing pad, diaper and pair of plastic pants already waiting.

"It's going to be alright, trust me," she said edging me closer to the bed before sitting at the edge of it. I was terrified in spite of her attempt to calm me and some of it because she immediately was working on my belt.

"I can do that if you want," I said hoping she might get the hint. She didn't telling me that if it helped, I could imagine her one of my girl friends and this was happening in my dorm room. That was the last thing I wanted to imagine and too late I had another erection.

The instant it pushed against my pants I knew that she knew because she smiled at it. I remember, as if in a dream, her telling me to close my eyes and as I did so my pants fell to the floor. So too my shorts and before I imagined what might happen next a very warm, moist mouth covered me.

I had masturbated that day four times with the last almost without an orgasm and that had been only thirty minutes ago yet there I was easily moving to another. It was as if I'd not done anything that day as my knees locked. I was trapped in the whole notion of her and when she pulled up and then down again, only this time more slowly, I lost it.

There was nothing but relief when she helped me remove the rest of my clothes and lay over the diaper. I was in a kind of blissful stupor as she twisted the baby powder over my genitals and tummy. Even more so when the soft fluffy cotton gathered between my legs as she tugged it in place.

The diaper pins were a light pastel pink and even that didn't matter as she drew the diaper closed. It was a costume I mused as the second side was pinned closed. I cared for nothing else but that ruby red mouth and those pure white teeth smiling down at me.

I think I whispered I love you but I'm not sure that it was said out loud as I gathered my legs for the baby pants. I was being dressed in baby clothes, real baby clothes I noticed but it didn't matter because I'd just gotten off in Ms. Bailsman's bedroom. That's when I realized I wasn't wearing the tights she mentioned.

"I'm sorry, I thought I'd mentioned that precious. The tights didn't arrive with the other things and my desperate call to the woman that put your outfits together is not answering her phone. If it matters I can cancel the other women changing you and just do so myself. It's up to you," she said with a great deal of disappointment in her voice.

I stood for the satin panties I'd wear and then quietly held my arms up for the satin tee and simply gritted my teeth for shoes which now covered a very lacy pair of girl's socks. I'd said it didn't matter who changed me as long as Ms. Bailsman was the last and she laughed promising me that would be the case and it would be just before my breast feeding.

I almost pranced and skipped to the door with my hand in her's after she tied a neat little bow in my bonnet. I was so happy I almost ignored the shocked looks on the faces of the ladies doing the catering. In my mind I was calculating that I had five hours and one minute before midnight.

What that really meant was that I had nine diaper changes left before Ms. Bailsman's final change and those breast of hers. Happy New Year I mused as I made my way to the door at the sound of the bell.