Richies Dream Vacation

Richies Dream Vacation

Finally, I submitted my request for a three-week vacation and my boss approved it! It has been two years since I have been able to enjoy a single day without a computer in front of me. It's three o'clock and the day is almost over! Thanks giving holidays are coming up in three weeks and I plan to enjoy it!

The drive home was typical of any Friday afternoon except this time I decided to try a different route home. As I drove south on I35 to Loop 12, I kept thinking about all the fun I had as a child. I wondered what it would be like if I were able to return to those days... I kept driving down the highway until I reached Jefferson boulevard. I remembered the days when my mother would take me to this nursery called “Little Friends Nursery” off of Jefferson. I can remember the way the staff would handle kids with behavior problems by treating them like a baby. The nursery cared for kids three months to eight years old. I was cared for at this nursery until I reached the age of six.

Unfortunately, I had to move because my mother and father were maked out of our home. I did not know at the time that my father was an alcoholic and had been spending the family’s money on beer, wine, and women. . . This had depressed me and I have longed ever since that my father had cared for mommy and me.

As I drove closer to Hampton road, I remember the school I started first grade, “L O’Donald Elementary.” The school was only three blocks away from the nursery. I saw an old white house with a chain linked fence surrounding it that looked a lot like the old nursery I grew up in. I pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. I noticed the sign of “Little Friends Nursery” was no longer in the front yard. I walked up to the door and knocked. I looked around to see if there were signs of a car or family that may live here, but saw nothing. No one came to the door, so I decided to walk around the house to the back yard. Since the house was on the corner of the street, it was easy to view the back of the house. Little had changed since I was there. . . I jumped the fence, looked into the windows, and saw no furniture inside. I decided to check the back door and see if I could get in. No luck. So I jumped back over the fence toward the front of the house. I found the front door was unlocked and wondered why this door was not locked while the back door was locked. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. To my amazement, there was no one in sight! I walked into the door and suddenly found everything seemed bigger.

I looked around and saw everything as I remembered it! I looked back out the front door and saw no trace of my classic car! Although, I did see a car that looked very much like my father’s old green Chevy Nova. The yard looked clean and the landscape was typical of the early eighties. A white wooden picket fence surrounded the yard. The sunrise was just barely peeking over the house across the street. I saw the “Little Friends Nursery” sign painted in blue with the lettering in bright warm colors and a clown with brightly colored balloons. I turned around to see the other kids and little toddlers running around the nursery. Everything seemed so much brighter and vibrant - full of color and life. I looked at my right wrist to see what time it is and found my digital Ironman Timex watch was gone! My watch was not all that was gone! The hair on my arms and legs, the brown mole on my right arm, my pants, and dress shirt were all gone! Instead of my usual attire, I was wearing a rainbow colored striped T-shirt, tan denim shorts, bright yellow and red striped socks, and new white shoes that appeared to be about a boys’ size four. At the entrance to the nursery on the right was a tall desk with papers and what looked to be receipts. The door seems to be over two times taller than I was. The carpet was decorated with Sesame Street Kids figures with numbers and letters inside boxes. The walls were covered with airplanes, cars, trains, and little kids playing on a playground. I looked into a mirror near the front door and saw a figure I have not seen in almost two decades! My bright brown hair was short and plain. I noticed my glasses were gone - no wonder I could see so well! I checked my pants to see if my car keys and wallet were still there but only found some bubble gum and about a dollar in change. I looked around and saw my father talking to a familiar lady. I quickly remembered Ms. Harold. My father wrote out a check and handed it to Ms. Harold. I looked at my father and was about to ask him a question when he turned around and walked out the door without saying goodbye to me. I frowned and started to walk toward the front door. Ms. Harold told me to go play with the other kids.

I wondered how all this could possibly be happening to me! I remember walking through the door. It occurred to me that the sun was rising when I looked out the door, instead of falling! The house was nothing like the place I saw when I looked through the back window! Somehow, the moment I walked through the door, everything changed. Since I was given this gift to relive my past, I should at least enjoy myself. I decided to look around and see what the toddlers were doing. I walked past the changing table and stopped to wonder what it would be like to get a diaper change. I saw a girl sitting on the floor with a set of building blocks and little figurines. She was wearing pink overalls with a white shirt underneath and white tennis shoes. She had a pacifier hanging around her neck by a soft pink ribbon. I sat next to her and said, “Hi, my name is Richie.” I notice my voice had also changed. I sounded like a little four-year-old. She said her name is Sarah. I asked if I could play with her and she said “sure!” Sarah and I built a large house with as many of the blocks we could find including the alphabet blocks. One of the workers walked by and told me that I am not supposed to be in here. I didn’t know the workers name. She picked up Sarah and carried her to the changing table. I guessed that she was about three years old. The worker quickly changed Sarah’s diaper and dressed her in a clean bright red little dress with white dots covering it. Her curly hair hung past her shoulders with pigtails. The worker carried Sarah and sat her next to me. I thought that Sarah was beautiful! Before I could say anything to Sarah, the worker picked me up and carried me out of the toddler’s room. I asked her what she was doing and she told me that I could not keep going into the “babies room” and that “only babies are supposed to be in there.” She sat me in a chair before Ms. Harold and explained that I had been in the toddlers’ room playing with the babies. Ms. Harold warned me not to go into the “babies room” and that if I were caught in there again, she would have me treated like a baby for the remainder of the week. I was then told to go play with other kids my age in the back yard. The worker escorted me to the back yard where I saw the old play ground I use to jump around. I wasn’t truly interested in playing outside at this time, but decided to walk around anyway. After about five minutes, I decided to go inside and see what was going on. I could see some bigger kids drawing stuff on construction paper with crayons and pencils. I looked into the kitchen area to see several ladies preparing lunch for all the kids. I walked around toward the nearby boys room which was down the hall. Near the restroom, was a hall that led back to the toddlers’ room. I was curious to see what Sarah was doing, so I went back to the babies’ room and saw that all the little kids were asleep in their cribs. Sarah was content as she could be sleeping with a pacifier in her mouth. I wondered what she was feeling at that moment. I guess that all the toddlers were fed before the kids in my age group were. . . I walked back to the “big kids room” and found that the workers had started to serve lunch. I picked a place to sit and waited to be fed. The menu consisted of hot dogs on a bun with a sugar cookie and some chocolate milk. Lunch was pretty good. After all the tables were cleaned up, the workers started folding the tables up and placing them away in a closet. The workers then placed some green cots down on the floor for all the kids to take their afternoon nap. I decided to take advantage of the cots and picked one to sleep on.

A little later, I felt a hand shaking my shoulder and a lady’s voice telling me to wake up. I noticed that my shorts felt cold and wet. I opened my eyes to find that I soaked my pants and the cot I slept on! I stood up and looked down at the floor to find a wet spot on the carpet about the size of the table I ate on earlier. My father never brought an extra set of clothes when he took me to the nursery. The workers already knew of my past as a bed wetter and treated me accordingly. I was instructed to go with a worker to the laundry room in the back of the nursery. She gave me a small blanket and told me to take off all my clothes and wrap myself into the blanket. I did as I was told and wrapped my body in the blanket. The worker tossed my clothes into the washing machine and told me to stay in here while my clothes are cleaned. After five minutes of looking at the plain white walls and ceiling, I decided to walk back to the toddlers room and see if Sarah was awake. I walked into the room in time to see Sarah getting her diaper changed at the front changing table. She still had the pacifier in her month and I could hear her cooing as a clean thick cloth diaper was wrapped between her legs. The worker then placed some frilly pink plastic panties over her legs and snuggly around her diaper. She checked the plastic panties and made sure there could be no leaks. Then Sarah was sat onto the floor of the nursery where she crawled over to the toy box and began to pull out some toys. I walked over to her and asked her if I could play with her again. She nodded her head happily and I began to play with some alphabet blocks with her. The worker seemed too busy changing the other toddlers’ diapers to notice that I was in the babies’ room playing with Sarah. The worker finally sat the last of the kids down onto the floor and noticed that I was playing with Sarah. She walked over to me and asked why was I back in this room. I told her that I wanted to play. She asked, “why can’t you play in the big kids room?” I told her that I was bored and wanted to play with Sarah. She picked me up and carried me over to the changing table where she unwrapped the blanket and began to place baby oil around the diaper area. She then sprinkled baby powder over me and picked out a set of cloth diapers. I could see her fold the diaper up and put more powder on the inside part of the diaper. She instructed me to lift up my legs while she positioned the cloth diaper below my tush. I tried to hide my happiness as she wrapped the diaper over my groin, but it was too late. She smiled and cooed at me. “You like that don’t you whittle one?” My blush gave me away. She picked a couple of plastic panties and asked me which one would I like to wear. I picked the plastic panties with Sesame Street Kids characters all over it. She picked out a clean shirt with Cookie monster on the front eating a cookie and big bird on the back. She placed the shirt over my head and my arms into the shirt. The worker said, “Now, for the rest of this week, Ms. Reddington will baby you. I am Ms. Reddington. You are to see me every morning from now on.” I shook my head in agreement. The feeling was ecstatic - pure euphoria. Ms. Reddington sat me down next to Sarah and walked out of the room. About five minutes later, Ms. Reddington came back into the room with a pacifier in her hand. The pacifier hung from a long soft blue ribbon. As Ms. Reddington walked closer to me, I could see my name written on the ribbon with rainbow colors. She placed the pacifier in my mouth and the ribbon around my neck. “There you are whittle one. I will be back to check your diaper.” Ms Redding checked my diaper every fifteen minutes to see if I needed to be changed. I continued to play with Sarah for another hour. I sucked on my pacifier while I placed the building blocks into alphanumeric order. Ms. Reddington came into the room with several bottles filled with baby formula. She handed some of the bottles to her assistant. Ms. Reddington placed Sarah with her bottle into her crib and me into a crib next to her. She placed a bottle into my mouth and tucked me into my crib. I noticed that all the other babies were being placed into their cribs. After all the babies were in their cribs, the workers dimmed the lights and played a soft lullaby on a record player. I turned my head toward Sarah with my pacifier in my mouth and began to fall asleep as my diaper became warm and comforting - I have not felt so secure in a long time.

I awoke to find myself on a changing table and Ms. Reddington saying "My, My! Our whittle one has finally awaken! You soaked your diaper and it is time to change it.” I still had my pacifier in my mouth. I began to suck on it a little more. I noticed the shirt I was wearing earlier was gone. Ms. Reddington picks up a bottle and replaces the pacifier in my mouth with the bottle filled with fresh baby formula. I enjoyed the sensation of sucking on the bottle as the fluid ran down my throat. Ms. Reddington continued to sprinkle powder over my diaper area and my clean cloth diaper, which was already placed underneath me. Again my body gives away my true feelings and Ms. Reddington could only smile at me while she pinned the diaper on me. “Since you soiled your first diaper and plastic panties, you will have to wear these. . .” She held the alternate option for plastic panties that earlier I chose not to wear. Pink, frilly-laced panties with a ribbon tied into a bow tie at the back of the waistline. I simply sat there sucking on my bottle while she began to place the panties over my legs and around my diaper. She took the bottle out of my mouth and placed my head through a clean white shirt with the words “Big Baby” printed in a rainbow of colors on the front and back. “Here is your bottle, my sweet baby Richie!” I took the bottle and began to suck the rest of the formula. Ms. Reddington cradled me in her arms, carried me back to my crib, and tucked me in. I saw Sarah contently asleep with her bottle next to her side and her thumb in her mouth. I wished that I could sleep with Sarah. After little time, I too fell asleep with my bottle hanging out of my mouth.

Time seemed to pass by as though days had no meaning. Everyday, I was at the nursery. After Ms. Reddington changed my diaper and placed me back into my crib, I asked her where my father was. “Your father has agreed to keep you here while he is away. Do not worry my whittle one. He will return in a few days. . .” She played a lullaby to help me fall asleep. I sucked on my pacifier and quickly fell asleep. Later, I awoke to the warm, comforting feeling my diaper consistently gave me. One of the workers came over to my crib and checked my diaper. He picked me up and said “You are a big baby aren’t you?!” I happily nodded my head as he carried me over to the changing table. This part of the day has become my favorite. I always enjoyed the fresh feeling of a clean diaper wrapped between my legs; the smell of fresh baby powder and baby oil; and the crinkling sound the plastic panties made every time I moved around. He placed my pacifier that was hanging around my neck back into my mouth. He gently removed the soiled diaper and my shirt and tossed them into a nearby container. He took three layers of cloth diapers and placed them beneath my tush. While my legs were hanging in the air from the worker’s strong hands, he covered my bottom side with a generous amount of baby powder. Then he covered my front side with a layer of baby powder. I was already excited! The worker simply smiled at me as he lifted the diaper up between my legs and wrapped my waist. Using diaper pins with the Cookie monster covering the top of the pin, he secured my very thick diaper on me. He proceeded to cover my diaper with a pare of pink Big Bird plastic panties. The feeling of the diaper comforted me like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. I almost fell back to sleep! The worker then finished dressing me with a white pink polka dotted shirt. He then picked me up and cradled my head on his shoulder while he carried me into a feeding area. He sat me down into a high chair and placed a large white plastic bib with a picture of the whole Sesame Street gang around my neck. He secured my bib with a soft green ribbon. The worker walked out of the room and returned with a plate full of food. The plate appeared to be filled with toddler’s Gerber foods. He began to spoon feed me. The taste of the food was not too bad. I thought to myself, “since I am going to act like a baby, I may as well play the part!” After half the food was delivered to my mouth via train or plane, I decided to start spitting the food back at the worker. . . I must admit this guy has a great deal of patience! I had wished that my own father had given me his time like this guy has. I intentionally made a mess of my bib and laughed at the worker as he tried to spoon feed me the rest of the food. The act of spitting became a work of art, as every part of the worker’s face and shirt were covered with the food he tried to feed me. . . After all the food was gone, the worker cleaned up his face and shirt. He then proceeded to clean me and my artwork. Amazingly, the bib managed to keep my shirt clean! I thought that I would have to do a better job next time and make sure the shirt is messed up as well. I simply laughed at the worker. . . When everything was cleaned up, he returned me to the babies room where I was rejoined with Sarah. “Wanta play?” Sarah asked. “Yeah!” I responded. This time we played a little house. There was a miniaturized house made of plastic in the middle of the playroom. We crawled around the house, climbed in, and chased each other around. The workers started picking up the babies and checking their diapers. I had already soaked mine, although I did not remember the act of doing so. . . I noticed that my diaper seemed a little heavy. Ms. Reddington picked me up while the guy who spoon-fed me earlier carried Sarah over to a changing table at the back of the room. “Look what I found!” Ms. Reddington displayed the plastic panties I had originally picked on the first day and sat them aside. She removed my heavy soiled diaper and cleaned up my bottom side. She lifted up my legs, slid a fresh soft diaper below me, and wrapped the diaper over my front side. Ms. Reddington never seemed to be without a smile whenever she diapered me. I always enjoyed that. . . It makes me feel all loved and like the center of the world’s attention. After the diaper pins secured the thick diaper around my waist, she then places the plastic panties over my diaper and made sure there would be no diaper leaks. Ms. Reddington cradled me in her arms as if I was her own baby as she walked over to my crib. She tucked me in gently and placed a bottle into my mouth. I sucked on the bottle and enjoyed the baby formula. Again, I fell asleep to the sound of a soft lullaby.

It seemed like a month had past! I woke up on the changing table with Ms. Reddington changing my diaper into a fresh Snuggles disposable diaper with a pair of transparent plastic panties and placing my rainbow colored striped T-shirt over my head. She then placed a pare of tan denim shorts over my already thick diaper. She finished dressing me with some bright yellow and red striped socks and white tennis shoes. She packed what looked to be a diaper bag for me. She carried me over to Sarah and said “Richie, baby, it is time for you to go. . .” “I don’t wanta go!!!” I cried. “Bye-bye baby Richie! I love you!” Sarah waved good bye to me as Ms. Reddington carried me to the front door of the nursery with me crying all the way. She stood me at the front door and told me that my father was waiting outside. I stopped crying and hugged Ms. Reddington. “I luv you. . .” I told Ms. Reddington. She sat the diaper bag next to the door and watched me as I placed my hand onto the doorknob.

Without notice, the door seemed smaller and somehow shorter. I removed my hand from the doorknob. I could still feel the warmness between my legs, but everything seems different. I looked around and saw my classic 1978 brown Chevy Nova in the driveway! The nursery’s sign was no longer there and a chain linked fence protected the perimeter of the old white house. I noticed the sun was falling behind the old house. I looked down and saw a large white diaper bag with Japanese animation characters covering it. I didn’t see that there when I walked up the front step of the house! I looked inside the bag and widen my eyes! The bag was filled with all kinds of adult sized diapers, bottles, pacifiers, diaper pins, plastic panties, and bibs!!! “WOW!” I picked up the diaper bag and placed it into my car. I turned the ignition key and started up my car. I looked at my right wrist and noticed the time was 6:30PM. Thanks Giving day was tomorrow!! I could not believe my watch! The only device I trusted to tell me the time. I could hardly believe that three weeks have past in what seemed to be only a matter of seconds! I looked at my laptop, which I left in the front seat of the car. I press a button on the front LCD panel until it displayed today’s date. It also agreed with my watch! I could barely believe it! I spent my vacation time reliving what seemed to be my past, but it also seemed different. Suddenly, I could remember every second of the time I spent here. I realized that somehow I was given a gift. I looked down and realized that my pants were beginning to feel wet. I unzipped my pants and saw an adult sized diaper on me! I also notice that my legs were free of hair and so was the rest of my body!!! “WOW! That was awesome!” I admitted to myself that I enjoyed the entire experience thoroughly. I zipped my pants back up and backed my car out of the driveway.

As I drove slowly away, I saw a beautiful woman with long curly hair hanging in pigtails down past her shoulders driving up the old white house’s driveway. I stopped my car and watched her walk through the chain-linked fence. I turned my head to get a better look, but she was no where in sight! I turned my car around and parked my Nova behind her car. I could not see her anywhere. I ran around to the back yard using the side entrance. I looked into the house and saw nothing. Just as I had before! “That’s interesting.” I concluded that this house somehow granted the wishes of those who try to enter. I went back around to the front of the house and noticed the name on the plates was “Sarah.” Now, I was really fascinated by this. I wondered if this was the same Sarah I met in my experience with this house. I grabbed a business card out of my laptop carrying case and wrote the words “Hi baby Sarah, this is baby Richie. Give me a call! 972-283-5687.” I placed the card through a crack in the window so it would not blow away. I hope she gets this and remembers me. I then drove home to prepare for Thanks Giving day feast.

The next morning, I woke up and thought I had just dreamed the most wonderful dream. I quickly realized that it was no dream and I was in need of a diaper change. I spent the entire day cooking all the food that I had froze in my deep freezer and prepared the table for guests I hoped would come. About 5PM, the phone rings. “Hello? This is Richie speaking.” “Richie?! This is Baby Sarah!”

I looked up and I thought to myself, “THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!”

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