It all began in the winter of 1980. I was to have a babysitter stay the night with me for the first time that I could remember. My parents were going out of town for the weekend. It was a Friday evening and the doorbell rang. I was a shy kid so I kind of hid in the hallway. My mom opened the door for the babysitter. She was 14 or 15 with beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. Her name was Anna. I was scared to meet her and I remember my mom saying, "hey, Donald, don't be a baby, and come here." I reluctantly came out to meet Anna. She was carrying a bag over her shoulder. I thought that it was her clothes and things. My parents said goodbye and left.

I was standing at the door when Anna said, "So you are a little shy." I nodded yes and walked to the couch to watch TV. She was nice and asked if I was hungry; I wasn't. Later on she was in the kitchen and said, "Come on, you need to eat." I walked in and noticed that she had made some ravioli so I sat down and ate. All seemed normal after dinner until she said, "we need to get you in the bath." Well, I could take a bath myself but she was very insistent that she help me. I kind of whined a little. Anna said, "quit acting like a toddler or I will treat you like one." I didn't have any idea what that meant but I didn't want to find out. I was very modest and when I getting undressed I tried to hide my privates but It was no use, she would not leave me alone. I again whined a little and Anna was very stern.

"You are a little boy who needs to be taken care of, I told you that if act like a baby I will treat you that way." She proceeded to bathe me and it was all I could do not to bawl. She saw the tears in my eyes and said, "its okay, baby." When I stepped out of the tub she wrapped me in a towel and carried me into my room. She then sat me on the bed and I noticed a big thick Pampers diaper and some baby powder. That was it. I busted out crying and Anna said, "it's okay, baby, we don't want you to have any accidents." I pled with her, "I am not a baby! I don't need a diaper! Please don't put that on me!"

It was no use, she had her mind made up. She said, "now lay down so we can get you in your diaper." I was terrified, I couldn't believe that this was happening. I lay down on my back and she sprinkled baby powder on me and rubbed it in as tears ran down my face. I watched as she picked the diaper up and opened it. She then grabbed my ankles and lifted my feet so she could slide the diaper under me. As she laid me on the diaper I started to cry. Anna said, "now baby, we are almost finished, it's okay.". As she pulled the diaper up between my legs I realized that it was really thick. The sound of the crinkle and the smell of baby diaper filled the air I was so embarrassed. Anna taped each side of the diaper and said, "that's a good boy."

After that I sat up on the bed and looked down at this thick diaper between my legs and couldn't believe that I was wearing a diaper. Anna then said "come on, you can come to the living room and watch some TV before bedtime". I stood up and the diaper crinkled and made me waddle. It was the most embarrassing thing ever. As I sat watching TV I saw a Pampers commercial and got really embarrassed again. Anna said, "What's wrong, baby? You look so cute in your diaper." It was all I could do not to start crying again. Later on I had to use the bathroom but Anna said, "well baby, you just need to use your baby diaper and I will change you." I couldn't, I was a big boy. Not long after that I wet my diaper. Anna picked me up and started talking baby to me, laid me down on the bed and changed my diaper. Later she tucked me in and told me that if I took my diaper off that I would be in big trouble.

The next morning came and my diaper was dry. That didn't mean anything, though. Anna kept me diapers all day and that night. On Sunday she took my diaper off finally and said that I was a good boy. When my parents got home I didn't say a word about it. I was too embarrassed. I never saw Anna again bet she left me with a great memory and diaper fetish.