Yups, i think i'm getting used to all of this.. and not in a good way..

Even if i can use the bathroom like all other kids from my age, since that day i've got reduced to a diaper kid... Ugh...Better i start from beggining...

I was late for school, and i would stay in detention if i arrived there past time again... So i found a shortcut... All i had to do was cross the backyard of a daycare. It seems an easy task right? Well, think twice before do it...

As i was almost reaching the other fence, the bell from this place rang, and some workers ordered all kids to get inside the building... And including me, not even being signed there...

Well, they took the kids inside, then bathtime... Even if i can shower myself, a worker from there insisted to help me. And then, they took me to a bedroom... And the worse thing happened there... They laid me on the bed, sprinkled some baby powder and diapered me. It didn't matter how much i squirmed or tryied to run away... They hold me there and managed to diaper me...

They told me that if i took it off, they would call my father... And... i regret for they not calling him that afternoon... But they told me to take a nap... At least i would get some time to plan my escape.

It was just for 2 hours... but soon the other kids woke up... Right now i could try escape, as the kids would keep the workers busy there... right?

Wrong... a worker kept an eye on me, checking if i needed a new diaper (at each 15 minutes!) and led me to the cafeteria... Well, at least the food was normal... carrot sticks, rice and beans.... Judging by the diaper i thought they would give me babyfood or just milk.

Then, we were back at the playroom... There were a few workers there, and i could just escape but in time i noticed i was still only wearing that diaper... I had to get back my backpack and clothes...

We stood there for another hour... and, i need to go to the bathroom... Ugh... i tryied to call a worker, but they jsut smiled to me and patted my.. uh... the diaper i'm wearing... I tryied to hold it... But... i had to wet it..

I got a change a few minutes later... but still no signs of my backpack and pants... But they also dressed me in a shirt and a harness on me, and led me to a door... On the other side of it, my dad was waiting for me...

"There we go, here's your lil boy".

My dad was chuckling a lot, but still had that serious look into his eyes... They must had called him, and noticed that i trepassed the backyard... At least i was free from there, but dad had to tell "don't worry, gussy. you'll be back tomorrow."

Ugh... it's the 3rd week i'm here... and the same routine happens every day. They let me in just diapers - part of dad..uh...daddy's punishment - , and i have to stay there and follow the schedules, until dad pick me up...

At home, i get up with the school's homework..And if i'm really good and obey daddy... he let me wear pants at home... otherwise, i'll stay in just diaper and shirt... I kinda miss my underoos...

Well, there i go again, into that damn daycare... i'm already expecting the embarassing diaper checks and changes... and it's not a good thing for an 8yo boy =3

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hope you like the story =D the pic i've got as a request from  david.soy