Well, other than that encounter, the rest of the sessions went pretty normally. It eventually got to the point where we stopped having them. Carol had gotten so good at baby-sitting, and both of our schedules became increasingly hectic. Three months passed since the last session we had done.

Although I had gotten used to being normal again, I really started to miss being a little baby again. Even though that one humiliating experience kind of marred me and made me want to refrain from ever being a baby again, as more and more time passed, my mind dwelled on it more and more. It got to the point where I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I would lie awake at night wishing nothing more than to have Carol lovingly diaper me, feed me a baby bottle, put a pacifier in my mouth, and to fall asleep in my crib with my bear and my blankie.

But what could I do? I no longer had an excuse to be turned into a baby, so how could I convince Carol to try it again? I did think that she liked it, but I didn’t want her to know that I liked it. I mean, who would want to be a baby again? The thought was just too embarrassing, and I could picture her just laughing and saying “Am I going out with a guy who is really just a big baby inside? I guess wittle Johnny isn’t the tough guy I thought he was, just a baby who needs his diaper changed, his ba-ba, and his blankie!”

These thoughts continued to haunt me. What if she told her friends that I wanted to be a baby? What if she told my friends? I’d be the laughing stock of the whole baseball team! My friends would constantly tease me and say stuff like “Aww, did little Johnny just strike out because his dydee is wet? Carol, come change Johnny’s diaper before he starts to cry!”

I was caught in this web of confusion. There was no way I could get exactly what I wanted. But after time, I just couldn’t resist. Although it was going to be the hardest thing I had done in my life, I would tell Carol that I enjoyed being a baby again.

She came over for dinner one night, and afterwards, we went up to my room and started talking. I was nervous as hell, and I didn’t know how to tell her. But I just sucked it up, swallowed my pride and opened my mouth to talk to her.

Simultaneously, we both said “I’ve got a secret to tell you.”

“You go first,” I told her.

“Nah, you go ahead,” she responded.

“Here’s what we’ll do,” I said. “Let’s each take a piece of paper and write down our secret. Then we’ll exchange them and read them.”

“Ok,” she said. We both took a pencil and slip of paper. I then started to write:

“Carol, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I uh, I kind of like being a baby again. I know it’s weird, but I just feel so wonderful when you’re taking care of me. I love having you diaper me, feed me, or just hold me. I feel so cuddly, soft, and secure, and I really feel like you love me. You wouldn’t even have to change my diapers, and I would be real quiet and do whatever you want. I know you probably won’t want another baby to take care of, but to be honest, there’s nothing in the world that I would like more.”

As I finished up, so did she. We exchanged notes, and as she read mine, I read hers:

“John, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I uh, I kind of like taking care of you as a baby. I like baby-sitting other babies, but you’re different. It just feels so good to hold you in my arms and feel like I can completely love you and take care of you. I even love changing your diapers, even if they are a little smelly. You’re just so extremely cute and lovable as a baby. I know you probably never want to be a baby again, but to be honest, there’s nothing in the world that I would like more.”

As we finished reading the notes, our eyes just locked. We just stared at each other for a few seconds, and then our faces just lit up. We hugged each other tighter than we ever had before. We both even started crying tears of joy and just laughed.

“Oh, John,” she told me. “I don’t think I could ever be any happier than now. I had this tiny feeling that maybe you liked being a baby, but I didn’t really think it was true.”

“Stupid, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Oh, not at all,” she replied. “I think it’s actually quite nice to see a big masculine guy like you to be able to be really soft like a baby. And I actually find it pretty cute, too!”

This was a complete dream come true for me. I just couldn’t believe it! I would have never ever thought that Carol would actually WANT to baby me. But now that I knew she did, we had nothing to stop us from doing it. Mom had already told us how to make the youth formula, so we could have more “sessions” whenever we had the time!

Although it was hard at first, I somehow managed to limit the sessions to once a week. I still had my life, and so did Carol. But thankfully, we’ve been able to continue our special little baby-sitting experiences to full effect. It’s the best thing in the world to be able to be a little baby wrapped up in a nice soft diaper, and having a loving “mommy” to change me is beyond measure the most I could ever ask for. Speaking of which, I think there’s a diaper with my name on it right now, so it’s time for me to become Johnny again. So just remember: diapers rule!