It was a good amount of time until the third session. But I still felt refreshed from the second one, so I didn’t really think about it. I did enjoy being back to my normal life, and I definitely didn’t want to think of myself as a baby. But although my memories of these sessions had a tendency to distract me in important situations, it almost felt like they completed me. I have so much stress in my life, and other than my friends and Carol, it’s hard for me to find release. Our baby-sitting sessions gave that to me on a whole new level. I was in another world when I was a baby. It was a good balance to my normal life; one second I could be the badass pitcher that my whole baseball team depended on, and the next I was a cute little baby who couldn’t help but wet his diaper and have his girlfriend change him. The two ends of the spectrum together gave me a sense that I could do it all.

By the time the third session came around, , however, I was a little apprehensive. I had gotten into doing some extreme sports, like skateboarding and rollerblading, with my friends, and I had gone on a really good strike-out roll as a pitcher. Carol and I had been seeing each other a lot, and I would often be the one whose shoulder she could cry on and whom she could depend on during hard times. We kissed and cuddled often, and we were going out on a lot of dates. You may be wondering why I haven’t mentioned us having sex, but it’s because, well, we don’t. We have ventured in that direction a little, but we’d both rather wait ‘til we get married. It’s just the way we feel, we would rather wait it out.

Anyway, though, because of all these things, I had been feeling particularly manly. And after the embarrassing events of the last session, I wasn’t so eager to become a tiny little baby who needed bottles, naps, and diapers, among other things. But I knew what I had agreed to, and I knew that Carol needed me to pull through for her. So there I was again, on the floor of the church nursery as a naked baby.

I had noticed that mom had taken another small box from our house to the church this time. I didn’t think much of it, assuming that maybe she was contributing to the church diaper supply or something like that.

Carol diapered me again this time, so I think mom was encouraging her to do more and more of my baby duties. She did a good job, and she also put me in a “onesie” this time. If you don’t know, a onesie is one of those things that’s kinda like a shirt, but it’s also attached to the part that covers a baby’s diaper. This one was white with light blue lining, and it had a pattern of little kittens on it.

Afterwards, mom had her fix another bottle and feed me, which was another very enjoyable experience. I felt kinda full after I finished it and I had a funny feeling in my stomach this time. Thankfully, it seemed like mom could sense this, so she showed Carol how to burp me. She put me over her shoulder and lightly patted my back until I let out a cute little burp. It did make my stomach feel a lot better, and for some reason I really felt like I loved mom more than I ever had before. It just seemed like she was doing everything to make sure I was always happy. I would find out later in this session how truly right I was.

Before it was time for my nap, mom had to show Carol how one feeds a baby actual baby food. I wasn’t really looking forward to this, but hey, I didn’t look forward to being turned into a baby the first time either. Mom showed Carol how to put a baby into a high chair, how to put on a bib, and then how to spoon feed a baby from different little jars of baby food. Of course she did all of this with me. She let Carol feed me half of it so she could get the experience. Still though, this wasn’t too bad, mainly ‘cause all I had to do was just sit there and swallow. The stuff was actually pretty good, and unlike any baby I had ever seen, when I was done, my mouth and my bib were pretty clean. Mom noticed this too and said “You’ll basically never feed a baby and have it be this clean. But we’ll give you that experience some other time.”

Well, I had gotten pretty tired by this point, baby food will do that to a guy…uh, baby. So I was actually pretty happy when mom said that it was time for me to take a nap. However, Carol made a request first, both to me and to mom.

“Uh, Ms. Jackson, I feel kinda silly asking this, but before his nap, can I just hold John again?” she asked.

“If it’s ok with you, John, it’s fine with me,” mom replied.

I nodded, “Yeah, sure, if it’ll help you practice more”. I knew it was just because Carol liked holding me in her arms, but at the same time, I really loved it too, even though I tried to hide my enjoyment.

As mom picked me up, there was a sudden breeze and I couldn’t help but shiver. “That onesie sure isn’t very warm, is it John?” mom asked me. “Here, I’ve got a little surprise for you that’ll keep you a little warmer.”

She handed me to Carol and walked over to the box that she had brought with her. To my huge surprise (and though I tried to hide it, my delight), mom pulled out my old baby blanket! I had almost forgotten all of the details about it. It was “baby” blue, and it was covered with designs of this little baby boy in a light blue shirt, a cloth diaper with diaper pins, and a light blue baseball cap. A little puppy played with the boy in the designs too. It was still in pretty good condition.

I couldn’t keep my face from lighting up with joy, and I knew mom could tell. “I thought this might make you happy, John. I know you’re probably a little embarrassed to still like your blankie, but I bet everyone secretly has something from their childhood that they wish they could get back. Believe it or not, I still do.”

I was gonna ask what it was, but before I did, mom came over and wrapped me up in my old blanket. This was a true testament as to how small I was. If I had thought that being a baby couldn’t have gotten any better, I was dead wrong. She handed me over to Carol, who sat down and started rocking me. I was in heaven; it was even therapeutic. I was so warm and cozy, and I felt so secure in the arms of my girlfriend. I let out a little babyish sigh of joy, and then I closed my eyes and just relaxed.

I must have fallen asleep since the next thing I remembered was waking up in the dark. I had forgotten that I was a baby, so because I was in the dark and I just saw bars around me, I was scared. Without thinking, I let out a yell, but in my baby state, it sounded just like a baby crying. Before I did anything else, mom and Carol came in and turned on the light.

“What is it, John?” mom asked. “What’s wrong?”

After remembering where I was, I started to calm down. I was still breathing pretty fast and I was sweating and shivering a little too. To my surprise, though, I hadn’t wet my diaper. I have no idea how I managed that. Mom picked me up and held me up against her body.

“Sorry about that,” I said. I felt kinda silly about it now. “I just forgot where I was, and it scared me a little bit. It’s pretty weird being so small.”

“Well, you gave me a bit of a scare too,” mom replied. “Well, we were gonna work on calming down babies next time, so I guess you gave us a little pre-empt to that.” She then directed her attention to Carol. “It’s ok, Carol. I’ll put him back to sleep. But actually, stay here. Since John fell asleep in your arms, I didn’t get to give you the rest of the tips from last time.”

With that, she set me back down in the crib and went to the box. When she came back, she had too things: a light blue pacifier and my old teddy bear. She popped the pacifier in my mouth and gave me my bear. It was amazing; I don’t know why, but the pacifier soothed me more than almost anything else up to this point; it was a weird sensation to have such a big, soft, rubbery nipple in my mouth, especially since I didn’t have teeth to get in the way. It fit in my mouth so perfectly, and I felt like sucking on it forever. I also utterly loved having my bear back. He was light brown and very soft and cuddly. Between the softness of my diaper, bear, and blanket, and crib, plus the pacifier in my mouth, it was almost impossible for me not to fall asleep.

“Unless the parents tell you not to use a pacifier, they’re really useful for calming babies down or helping them get to sleep. And since I know John used to love his teddy bear, a stuffed animal that a baby is fond of can work wonders.

“There’s only one more thing. Lullabies really do work. I still remember the one I used to sing to John to get him to sleep.”

She then started to hum a very old baby song that I had forgotten all about. But I remembered it now, and that was all it took to push me over the edge and make me drift off to sleep.

When I awoke, I noticed that not only had I wet my diaper, but for the first time, I had messed in it as well. It wasn’t the most pleasant feeling in the world, and it didn’t smell good either.

Mom and Carol came in too, and I knew that they knew what I had done. “Smells like someone has a dirty diaper,” mom said. “Ok, Carol, I’m gonna have you change him again.”

“Ok,” Carol said kind of apprehensively as she picked me up. She laid me down on the table, undid my onesie, and then untapped my diaper. “Whoo, John,” she said. “You really are messy.”

“You better get used to it,” mom told her. “You’ll be changing a lot of dirty diapers.”

After disposing of my dirty diaper, Carol cleaned me up. I kind of felt bad for her having to do it, especially since I had been the one to make the mess. But I knew that like mom said, she had better get used to it. Plus, at least she didn’t have to have poop in a diaper.

After she cleaned me up, she just set me on the floor so I could turn back to normal. I did, and after we gathered all of the stuff together, we left.