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The Runaway by Mary Beth Sanford, Sep/15/2005 Players: Joey AKA John Doe, AKA John Dough, AKA Cindy; Julie Joey's Day Nurse; Nurse Tracy Tucker Joey's Night Nurse; Detective Beckman, Juvenile Division; Rose Partridge of Social Services; Dr. Sanders Joey's primary care physician: Helen Baker, Joey's Foster Mom; Carol, Helen's life long partner; Dr. Marcy, Transgendered Psychologist and Transsexual Transitions Synopsis: Joey's abusive uncle forces him, again, to run away. That night, a fall from the top of a building sets the stage for a deception that puts Joey on the fast track to becoming a girl, but first he's got to be reborn. Joey's Story When Joey woke he was already in a ward bed trying to remember what had happened after he fell. It was a sharp twinge of pain that reminded him of that fall, discovering a second later, his leg suspended a foot higher than the bed. Joey also discovered he was wearing a disposable diaper which left him only slightly irritated. Only slightly because the pain in his leg, and a nasty headache made it clear he wasn't about to jump out of bed to go to the bathroom. "Well good morning. Nice to see you awake finally. Do you remember being brought here?" the nurse asked looking down at Joey and smiling as she added, "Honey, I'm going to change you and I may move your leg a little. I'll try not to, but I'm afraid I will have to move you slightly." "OK. How long have I been here?" Joey asked ignoring what the nurse had just said about changing him. "Just a bit under two days. You came in after they found you in the alley. Nasty fall, but I've been told it could have been worse if you hadn't landed on some cardboard boxes," the nurse said and added, "I'm Julie. Julie Anderson, your day nurse. I've been the one changing you if you remember. Some do remember is the reason I mention it. Listen, if you're up to it they, as in the paper people, are going to need some information so we can let your parents or relatives know you're OK." "Head hurts," Joey said clamping his eyes shut to the headache first, but also because of Nurse Julie as he heard the first tape of his disposable tear open. She was talking, but also going about the task of changing him. Joey noticed then that he was wet, and that bit of information brought with it a slight bit of guilt. A moment later that guilt from wetting a diaper brought a slight glow of embarrassment to his cheeks. What made it only a little better was that small bit of news Nurse Julie had let him in on. A sudden realization that came with the fact that these people didn't know who he was. Those paper people, Julie mentioned, wanted information to contact his parents. OK, so they didn't know who he was and, he thought, how could they. No identification, no questions asked nor answered, till now. They had nothing on him since he obviously arrived in a coma and just as obviously had nothing but whatever those boys left him in. Those boys had taken the last things he'd had, thank you very much. Joey lay there pondering happily this new bit of luck. That luck more so, because it also meant his uncle also didn't know he was here. Joey had run away twice before this, although the last two times he'd had just as bad a time of it as this one. It was his face and size that left him vulnerable all three times now, with this last adventure even worse than those two previous times. The boy that took his jacket, pants and shirt, causing him to fall was typical of those on the streets only this time, Joey mused, it could very well have worked to his advantage. "Did I come in wearing anything? Maybe I had a name tag on a shirt or something," Joey asked testing this woman. "Afraid not. Just your under shorts and a tee shirt, or so I've been told," Julie noted. "So why does my head hurt?" Joey said squinting slightly from the throbbing pain. "Honey, you've got a fracture of the tibia and a mild concussion. They've suspended your leg so there is less risk of a clot from the bruising. Your headache should be going away soon as well. After I change you, I'll give you some aspirin," Nurse Julie said as she continued pulling the tapes holding his diaper on. "I'm guessing you're hungry, but the doctor will have to see you first because of the head injury. Right now you're taking in most of what you need through the IV. You're lucky in a way, another day in that coma, and you would have gotten a feeding tube. What's your name honey?" Nurse Julie asked casually as she undid the last of the four tapes of his disposable. No identification and they didn't know his name, Joey mused happily, but to himself. It was right then that Joey decided to remain comfortably ignorant of who he was. He wasn't medically competent to know if his head injury could cause amnesia or not, but it was worth a shot. It was worth it to see if the system might be a little kinder to him if they didn't actually know him, or that he was sixteen and a runaway. Joey also knew his uncle wouldn't report him missing since his uncle would be glad he'd run off. 'Good riddance to bad rubbish' Joey mused, to himself, over what his uncle might say. Concussion? That's what the nurse had said. A concussion meant some sort of trauma to the head or, more importantly, the brain. Again, it was worth a shot. "I... I can't remember," Joey said letting a touch of panic cause his voice to falter. "Hey, it's OK. Leave it alone for now. It's not that important. Most likely that's from the concussion. Short term memory loss is typical. Listen, don't worry about it for now," Nurse Julie said as she tugged the sodden diaper out from beneath him. Joey noticed he was laying on a disposable changing pad then wondered why they hadn't used a catheter instead of diapers. "Can I go without another one of those?" Joey asked not wanting to actually use the word diaper. "I'm afraid not honey. That is, unless you're older than twelve, and we're not sure about that are we? I'm sorry honey, it's policy and automatic for a juvenile. We had to do that when you come in unconsciousness. The tube often scares some children," Nurse Julie noted. "Tube?" Joey asked pretending he didn't understand. "Catheter honey. Sometimes a catheter scares the younger ones so it's standard policy to go with the disposable diapers instead. Do you know how old you actually are," Nurse Julie asked. "Not sure? I can't remember," Joey said allowing that tremor and touch of fear back in his voice and realizing as he said it, given what the nurse had just said, that he'd get diapered again. 'Unless you're older than twelve', the nurse had noted and that meant something else newly added as well. Joey took a second or two to play it over in his head. OK, so anyone twelve and younger got diapers instead of a catheter. So that explained the diaper. That also meant someone, most likely the doctor, guessed his age at twelve or younger. Joey almost smiled at this break he'd been given. Like it or not, allowing for that diaper left them thinking he was younger than a teenager. This was too good to be true, Joey mused, as he laid there now exposed to the nurse and suddenly glad she was a nurse. "Just you never mind that. It's really OK, and the last time I push you. Honestly, we don't need to know any of that yet. Tell you what, when I get the disposable on you I'll cover you with the sheet this time. I'll also talk with the doctor and if he says it's OK, we'll try using the bed pan now that you are awake," Nurse Julie noted just as she tugged his diaper free and added, "The doctor, when the police asked, is positive you're not a teen yet so we are sort of stuck with at least one more of these. I'm sorry." "I understand," Joey said trying to decide what to do with all of this new information. Joey watched for a moment as Julie expertly rolled the sodden diaper closed using the tapes themselves to hold the wet diaper into a ball. He was still a bit irritated over a diaper until he thought about it again in those seconds he lay exposed. A diaper made him appear younger. Younger and more vulnerable. Vulnerability would bring with it a bit more sympathy. 'That diaper was a good thing,' Joey mused. Joey decided that the diaper was a very good thing. As bad as it might seem, there were advantages here, Joey mused, and just as he thought that Nurse Julie tugged a wipe loose from a container on his bedside stand. Another thought struck him, making him almost smile, as Julie used the wipe. He could definitely tolerate a diaper for the sake of those wipes. Joey closed his eyes to the pleasure of it as Julie pulled still another wipe from the container. The two wipes, and Julie's attention to making sure he was clean, left him deciding this really could be OK. Those disposables would definitely be an advantage all around, he decided, not missing the fact he also didn't mind how it felt right then. 'Kind of nice not having any choice,' Joey mused. "Do you remember anything about the accident honey?" Julie asked, one last time, as she slipped a fresh disposable between his legs before rolling his hip a little and with that roll a slight twinge of pain from his leg. Julie did the same thing from the other side till the diaper was fully under him. With the diaper in place it only took her a few seconds to sprinkle a little baby powder over him before bringing the crinkling material between his thighs to tape it closed. "No," Joey said in mock frustration allowing his eyes to well up some. Acting was a skill Joey learned on the streets. The best actors got set free when the cops busted you. "OK, never mind. Just thought I'd try one more time. We are not going to worry about it for now. I'm sure you will begin remembering as you heal. Now let me get you that aspirin and then your doctor," Julie said as she fused with Joey's new disposable for a bit longer. With the diaper tapped closed, Julie turned her attention to the IV unit, flicked it with a finger, then checked on the monitor that was pumping what went in Joey. Julie, checked the bag, the meter, then made a notation on a clip board before picking up the sodden diaper Joey had used. She slipped the bed sheet over Joey's diaper as promised. Joey was a little street wise anyway, having been on those streets, more or less, since his uncle took him in. Right now that hospital was far better than going home. Even when he was with his uncle he only went inside to eat and ultimately to sleep. Joey hadn't really had a home since his parents disappeared. Joey's uncle had been nice in the beginning. He was great right after his parents were reported missing. Great for a time, till taking care of a kid became more and more bothersome. Joey's uncle had grown less and less patient as each day passed. By the time Joey was eight he hated his uncle, and he was sure his uncle felt the same way about him. Joey ran away the first time at twelve discovering, when he returned home on his own, that his uncle hadn't even bothered to report him missing. Most likely would never have and he got that bit of information, as a hint, from the disappointing look on his uncle's face when he showed up again. When his uncle warned him after that second time about not letting him back home Joey didn't much care. Unfortunately he had to because that was the law, but Joey's uncle made it clear he was pissed. Joey planned his next liberation slightly better. This third time Joey had taken a hundred bucks from his uncle's jar, packed his school back pack and headed once again for the big city. A different big city this time, using the money to bus himself there, and a bit wiser. Joey had a drunk purchase his bus ticket and he was two cities away by the time his uncle woke. Although again, Joey knew he wouldn't be missed. Joey had never been fingerprinted and wasn't in any school year book and that was because he'd missed the picture days. Those two missing items kept him out of most systems. If his uncle had filed him missing, which was doubtful, they would be looking for an older boy without even a picture. Even Joey's school didn't really know him because he was hardly there. On occasion, Joey did home schooling so his uncle could still travel for the construction company he worked for. Those two additional bits of information Joey had, left Joey feeling secure that no one would know who he was no matter how hard they looked. No one knew him, and it wasn't likely they were going to unless he said something, and Joey had just decided not to. The nurse had bought his amnesia story easily. Nurse Julie, now finished with her immediate duties, brought Joey his aspirin in the same style paper cup as his water and a promise that the doctor would be in soon to check him over. Joey fell asleep feeling pretty good over this new set of circumstances and the feel of his fresh diaper between his legs. That last thought came in his sleep with the image of Nurse Julie topless in his dream. Topless and about to breast feed him. Detective Beckman, Juvenile Division, sat with Rose Partridge of Social Services with both sitting across from Dr. Sanders. The boy's fingerprints we're not in any system that Beckman tried and his description didn't fit any of the boys reported missing in the city or, for that matter the state so far. Going past the state lines in a wider search would take a while longer the detective noted. Rose Partridge was there because Dr. Sanders estimated Joey's age to be ten to twelve give or take a year. No more than twelve he'd guessed incorrectly, which meant that Joey was immediately and officially now a ward of the state and currently under Rose's authority. Joey, thankfully, was small for his age, always had been and that was some of the reason he'd lost his backpack with his money that first day off the bus. Unfortunately his attempt to hide from those boys put him directly into the clutches of a much older boy on that second story roof. That was the boy who took his jacket, pants and shirt and with their struggle the cause of his fall. Joey, in those seconds thought he was going to die. He didn't. So far so good Joey mused almost a full day later in his hospital bed. His leg was lying flat and while it still hurt some he was moving it a little with the soft brace. Joey decided at some point between yesterday and today that he was also incontinent. Officially Joey didn't know why or couldn't remember why he wet, but he was taking advantage of what the doctor had said. Joey was comforted by the doctor explaining that the trauma itself could have been the cause of his involuntary wetting, which also induced his amnesia. A number of things might cause incontinence the doctor said trying to comfort Joey. Joey was also taking advantage of that small embarrassing luxury of wearing diapers so he could be changed by Nurse Julie during the day. She was slightly more motherly than Nurse Tracy Tucker, his night nurse, although both used those wonderful baby wipes. Ironically that last part, that part about his being incontinent was what helped mold Rose Partridge's decision when she began formulating a short term strategy for Joey's care. The boy suffered from amnesia and might, for some short amount of time, if it was just physical, that is. Although, if it was mental, perhaps much longer. She had to take that into consideration. Joey's incontinence as well might be connected to his injuries, but most likely had to do with something else before that fall, the doctor noted and with caution. In any event they believed they had a preteen boy suffering from amnesia and still in need of diapers. In this case that was all a good thing according to Rose Partridge. It was a good thing to Joey as well. Fortunately this left Joey now in the foster care system. He'd been told that carefully so as to not upset him, and he'd played that one out with a few tears just for effect. It was blowing Joey away this newest bit of news and good fortune. If Joey played his cards right, given his estimated age, he could literally milk this system till his eighteenth birthday which, instead of being two years away was now at least six to eight years out. Joey had a temporary home, he noted happily, as his case worker marked his new birthday and his age. Joey was officially now eleven, with his birthday on the day Joey's doctor pronounced him fit to leave. Sort of like being reborn again, Nurse Julie said, as she tapped him into a fresh diaper. Rose Partridge wished him happy birthday as well as she waited for Nurse Julie to finish dressing him. Joey, only slightly embarrassed to be wearing a diaper under his new jeans, happily hobbled to his wheel chair for the ride downstairs to meet Helen Baker and her partner. He was given a mighty hug by Nurse Julie and his night nurse Tracy just before their shift change. Those hugs were followed by a hand shake from Dr. Sanders his primary care physician. They were all waving still as the elevator doors closed on him, the orderly pushing his chair and Rose Partridge. Helen Baker was the perfect choice for Joey, Rose noted to her supervisor, a few days before calling Helen. Rose had to review her decision to put Joey with someone and Helen was perfect. Helen had spent years taking care of an invalid sister before taking on special needs kids through the foster care system. Several so far and, as luck would have it, she had no one at the moment. Even the room Helen used for her sister and those kids was perfect. Perfect for a boy still having difficulty getting around that is. Not so perfect that he was a boy though given it was a bit too juvenile and a bit too feminine. Moreover, Helen was more than capable of taking care of someone incontinent besides. All in all, it was going to be a good placement, Rose mused to herself, as the elevator descended. Joey's police file, the new one, was changed from active to pending since all that could be done in finding Joey's parents or guardians had been done. Detective Beckman filed Joey's information in the top drawer of his office filing cabinet with a note attached inside that read "pending new leads". That more or less closed the case on Joey for the time being and perhaps forever. Detective Beckman, given his case load, was more than happy to put another file aside. Besides, the boy was in good hands and that ultimately was all that mattered. The fact that Helen Baker had only taken care of girls to this point was only slightly coincidental to Joey's short term care. Based on what Dr. Sanders had said about Joey's leg and head injuries, a month under supervised nursing was most likely going to be all Joey would really need. That was Helen's specialty for the time being. From there, once Joey's short term needs were satisfied and pending any further complications, Joey would or could go into the long term foster care system. Of course there was also that small chance Joey's parents or guardians would discover where he was and take him back or Joey would recover his memory fully and allow contact from that direction. In either case things we're settling in nicely for Joey as the elevator doors opened. All in all that was how things were right up to that moment when Carol, Helen's life long partner, turned with Helen to greet their new charge. Carol's gasp caught Helen off guard causing Helen to turn in her direction and away from her intended greeting with Joey. The look on Carol's face surprised Helen who wanted to ask Carol what was wrong. The tears welling up in Carol's eyes gave Helen a start and furthered her concern in those seconds. Helen in that instant ignored Joey in his wheel chair completely, as well as Rose Partridge, now walking towards them. "I'm OK! Really, go on and take care of the boy, and I'll explain when I get the chance. Really, I'm OK! Honestly, I was just caught off guard. Go on and we'll talk later," Carol said turning away quickly to wipe her eyes. "You sure?" Helen asked still very concerned over her partner's reaction. "Yes, now go before this gets embarrassing," Carol said with a laugh and sniffle as she pushed on Helen's arm. Helen turned back at just the instant Rose Partridge walked up to them. "Helen, this is John! At least John for now. John, this is Helen Baker and that is Carol Evans your temporary foster parents for the time being," Rose said happily standing between, but to the side of Joey and his two new foster moms. The name John was picked for John Doe, only Joey had taking on the name Dough in a joking way and Rose noted that in her file. Joey, as John now, had been told that the couple he'd be staying with were same sex, but perfectly capable of supporting his immediate needs and very wonderful people besides. Joey, as John, had no problem with that part of this and still didn't as he happily greeted the woman that would be taking care of him. Joey took Helen's hand easily when Helen extended it as she said, "So nice to meet you John." "Me too John, in spite of how it looks," Carol said turning while wiping her nose with a tissue, before extending her hand adding, by way of an explanation, "Allergies and hospitals." The orderly wheeled Joey to Helen and Carol's van and between them they got Joey settled into the middle back seat and buckled in. Joey's leg only hurt now if he tried moving it too aggressively or put too much weight on it. That, Dr. Baker promised, would go away in two to three weeks. Joey's headaches had gone away yesterday morning. When his memory would return wasn't as clear, but Joey already knew that better than the doctor did. Joey, as John, confirmed Helen's question over if he was wet, or not, fifteen minutes into the ride, promising she'd change him the moment they arrived home. Joey flushed a bit over his self-induced incontinence. It became somewhat pleasant after three full days and nights of Nurse Helen's and Nurse Tracy's concerns that he be changed immediately when wet leaving him more or less happily hooked on his new condition. Mostly it was those hands of his nurses. Those hands, those baby wipes, and talcum powder after that small bit of salve they applied each time against a reddening they thought might be the beginning of a diaper rash. Joey's only concern when Helen carried him into the room and she did so easily, he noted, was that room itself. It was meant for someone incapable of taking care of themselves and instead of a bed he'd be sleeping in a metal adult size crib painted white. Of course Helen promised to leave the side down so it looked less like a crib but it was still a crib. It made Joey's diaper seem more babyish suddenly. That room, as well, was also meant for a girl and had been till now. Helen noted that by way of a another apology for the pinks, pastels and those slightly too frilly curtains. If it bothered Joey too much she could at least change the curtains she said and of course the dolls would stay in the corner for now as Carol removed the ones from the crib. Helen couldn't do much about the white French and very feminine furniture other than to shrug. Joey's other concern, as Helen worked his new jeans off, after his shoes and socks, was her insistence she put him into cloth diapers and plastic pants. Up to now Joey had worn disposables and those were a bit more clinical at that given the medical green color. The difference between those clinical disposables and a fresh white cotton diaper was huge. And it was kind of huge given it was contoured to fit like a gloved hand and very thick. Way too thick, Joey decided. Joey mentioned it only slightly but was struck down almost immediately when Helen told him that disposable diapers, while very convenient, would last for decades in the ground, if not forever. Diapers, Helen noted, along with those baby pants that would cover Joey's diaper, were washable and lasted a long time and thus, far less harmful on the world. Helen said this rolling Joey easily for his first ever cloth baby diaper. He was in the crib with the side down and the whole thing made Joey slightly nervous over being treated like a baby. The only good thing about this was that Helen used Johnson's baby wipes instead of those hospital grade wipes and the Johnson's Pamper brand had a very distinct baby powder smell to them. They also felt just as nice as those others did when Helen began to clean Joey. Joey wasn't happy about wearing a real baby's diaper, or his crib, but those wipes took some of the sting out of it. The feel of a form fitting diaper took a bit more of the sting out of being babied, Joey mused, as Helen expertly tugged the soft puffy gathering of cotton between his legs. Those soft gathers at the leg and across the back made it very snug even before Helen began to pin it closed. Joey was warming up to this new type diaper as Helen pinned it closed. Joey, while not keen on looking like a baby, was getting past it a little. Helen promised she'd buy diaper pins more suitable for a boy on her next trip to the store. The baby pants, fortunately, would hide the pink she noted as she closed the last one before turning to the dresser for those plastic pants. Meanwhile Carol was searching through an album she kept on a shelf in the office she and Helen shared. It had been ten years since Carol had been with Cindy. In fact, Carol was sure that once she saw Cindy's picture again the similarities she imagined... those between that boy John and her old flame, was just her mind playing tricks on her. Wishful thinking perhaps... Everyone has a double Carol mused wiping her eyes in a slight state of shock. It hadn't been just wishful thinking. If Carol allowed herself to think on it she would be swearing this very instant that Cindy had been reincarnated and that boy, Helen was diapering at this very moment was, in fact, Cindy. The fact that John was in there getting pinned into a diaper left Carol shaken even more over that not so small set of coincidences. "John's hungry," Helen said coming into the office from the nursery. Joey was laying in the crib slightly conflicted over his state as his hands played over those milky white soft plastic pants that now covered his thick, soft, cotton diaper. He looked, at least from his angle, like a baby in a crib and felt like one as he moved his fingers deftly over his diaper and baby pants. Why that made him smile was also slightly confusing. Joey had actually considered recovering from his incontinence, sooner rather than later, but he was now fighting that argument over the ramifications of such a decision. On the one hand he'd go back into regular underwear and not face the humiliation of being diapered, while on the other he'd give up this odd pleasure of it. His Id somewhere in his brain was fighting against his Ego somewhere else in his brain while he laid there quietly, happily deciding on which was going to win. "Now then, my sweet, what was that scene back at the hospital about?" Helen asked of her partner as she moved closer to slip an arm around Carol. Carol lifted the photo so Helen could see the image closer. "Good heavens! What's that boy John doing in a dress?" Helen said instantly recognizing the young man they were now caring for. The rational side of Helen caught up with the emotional side that had just been shaken as she added, "And that's not John is it... Wait a second, is that Cindy!" Carol nodded and sniffed at her running nose. "My stars Carol, no wonder you were hit so hard when those doors opened. I'm seeing it and I don't believe it," Helen said and added, "Come on and I'll fix us some tea before I get John's lunch started. That is almost impossible to believe!" "It's not impossible," Carol said walking out ahead of Helen from the office and towards the kitchen. Carol's initial shock at the hospital and another just now was actually settling into her beliefs. Carol's own rational side was taking over. It was Cindy, and it was John she mused silently. "It's not impossible? How is it not impossible?" Helen asked walking past Carol for the cupboard and tea bags. "How about fate," Carol said with a tone suggesting she believed it. "Wait a second, you're going to say reincarnation or something to that effect aren't you," Helen said trying to keep the sarcasm from her voice. Helen was far more practical than Carol, but she gave Carol her beliefs given she had her own. Was her beliefs any less odd to some? "Don't you see! I mean even if you don't believe what I believe fine, but you simply can't ignore how remarkable this is! I mean look at the picture! Tell me that boy in there is not, at the very least, the twin of this girl here," Carol asked. "I can't! Honestly, I can't. So I'll grant you it's odd. I'll grant you that much and that's for sure. Same hair, those eyes too pretty on him, exactly the same, his lips, that chin and those cheeks, mouth.... Everything is nearly identical. Yes Carol, I'll grant you that part easily," Helen said shaking her head as she moved to the stove to twist the burner on under the tea kettle. "And what about him being here? Right here, in our house! Right now? Coincidence? What put him here with us? OK, even that is possible, but his incontinence? His build? Helen, this can't simply be explained away as just chance, it can't be even with your rational side," Carol said. "No, I guess it can't be? Honestly, it's spooky as hell, but I can't help myself over wanting to challenge what you are suggesting. He's not Cindy obviously because I just pinned him into his diaper, and perhaps this all could be just exactly that... coincidence," Helen said as she moved back to the tea cup to set them on the table. "OK, so we're rational human beings, or you are at least, and yes, I believe in reincarnation and right now that's exactly what I'm suggesting. However, and for your sake, I'm willing to listen to any rational that can explain what is happening right now," Carol said as she sat hard at the table. "Honey, I wish I could explain it. I really do but I'm not sure I can even dare. Carol, in spite of what I believe, I've just seen something very odd that I can't explain and if you want to know the truth, it's way too weird even for me at the moment. You and your damn Cosmic forces are going to end up giving me an ulcer." "And for your information, regarding that gender issue, that's explainable as well because at least half of those documented reincarnations end up being gender swaps," Carol said taking up the tea bag as Helen poured the hot water over it. "Thanks, I need that small bit of information. So what now my love?" Helen asked sitting heavily onto her own chair. Helen knew enough to not try and dissuade her partner in this, but she intended to guide her past the shock of it. Helen's rational side argued strongly that the young man she'd just diapered wasn't Carol's Cindy, but Helen's other side the more emotional side scoffed at her own doubt. She had seen the same things Carol had seen. "Tell you what, if you can suspend your antagonism of my beliefs for a time, perhaps I can shorten my giant leaps into my faith a little as well. Between us both perhaps we can find a middle ground that doesn't read like a Thriller Movie. I'm thinking that for this to not be so unnerving, for me anyway, is to maybe settle it once and for all," Carol said. "Settle it how?" Helen asked. "I'd like to bring someone in to hypnotize John and see if there is a past life experience he can recall. It has to be under hypnosis simply because it's not likely he's going to leap spontaneously into the life of a young lady. At least not consciously. However, he might if he's put at ease under hypnosis," Carol said as she allowed her tea bag to drip a bit before placing it on her saucer. "We can't do that against his will, so you'd have to ask him his permission," Helen noted and added, "Carol, he's a minor and we are responsible for his wellbeing. This actually could put him at risk. It might even traumatize him so my first response is no! No, unless you can convince me otherwise." "I know," Carol said anguishing over the right and wrong of this against the knowing and not knowing. She too worried over the boy. She was sure it would help him, but she wasn't positive. That slight bit of doubt weighed heavily on her because there was a child involved. "Then you also know that we really can't do that," Helen said. "We could do it for the sake of possibly recovering his memory. That would be therapeutic, even beneficial and well within the scope of our care," Carol said quietly, casually, hoping her suggestion would take root as something doable. Helen was careful with her charges and Carol didn't want to risk pushing her past that motherly instinct of hers. "OK, now I'm feeling a little better about your suggestion. If it would benefit him and even possibly help him remember, then yes, we could and should do it," Helen said before adding, "But his wellbeing would be our first priority. Anything else would be secondary. Right?" "Absolutely," Carol said excitedly. Clearly the compromise had taken her past the conflict but Helen still worried about the outcome that she was sure would not fare well in Carol's favor. It really might help the boy remember and she was in favor of that, but she was positive Carol would be hit hard by the fact that the boy was just a boy. "What if he can't remember being Carol?" Helen said not believing for a minute that this boy would. "Just means the memories are too deep, too new and given his age that could definitely be something to expect. It won't change what I already feel, because I feel it too strongly. That is the very nature of my faith. Same as yours, I should add. However, it will leave me wondering when or even if Cindy will be capable of reviling herself," Carol noted. "So if nothing happens, you're not going to go off the deep end then," Helen asked patting Carol's hand. "Helen! My dear sweet Helen! Something has already happened and, if you hadn't noticed, I did go off the deep end. Fact is, right now, I'm swimming back as we speak," Carol said laughing. "Right! OK, so I'm in love with a nut, but I knew that going into this relationship I suppose. So, what's next?" Helen asked. "Well, I need to contact Marcy Stern and see if she's willing to do this and, if so, when. We can talk with John after he's comfortable here, and settled in," Carol said. "Comfortable! Are you kidding! I'll bet if I walked in there with a baby's bottle the boy would take it happily. Never seen someone that age so wonderful calm over getting diapered and with pink diaper pins no less," Helen said and added, "Even the girls that had to wear their diapers hated them." "Cindy," Carol said with a slight touch of conviction. "What?" Helen asked. "Cindy was like that," Carol said. "Cindy was like what?" Helen asked. "When I babied Cindy, Cindy easily became a baby. The more I regressed her, the more she regressed," Carol said. "OK, I'm going to stick my neck out on this, but you might be right in that regard. Actually, and I'm not admitting anything by saying this, but I got the very real feeling that John would do the same," Helen said. "Wow listen to us admitting this to each other. OK, so it's my turn as well then. Believe it or not, that isn't inconsistent with someone's, anyone's child if they haven't had much nurturing. It could be that John himself is reacting to that nurturing process itself and he's really not Cindy," Carol said. "Really?" Helen asked and added, "How so?" "He's suffering from amnesia. Given that, he could only have access to those deeper feelings going back a ways. A long ways actually. He's scared, that's obvious and he could very well be regressing because of that fear. A sort of defense mechanism if you will," Carol said. "You could be right about that," Helen noted as she took up her tea to sip at it. "Then again, John could be driven by Cindy without having the capacity to know that," Carol said smiling. "Like I noted earlier, you're going to give me an ulcer over this. Meanwhile, that boy is hungry and I'm not doing anything about it, so enough is enough for now," Helen said slapping her ample hips as she moved to the refrigerator. Carol got up, smiled at Helen at least for her effort, deciding to look in on the young man now in their care. It was a remarkable likeness and she couldn't help but think he was somehow connected to Cindy in some way. Carol moved towards the room, stood at the door for a second and found John comfortably on his back sleeping soundly. John looked so peaceful laying there in the crib with only his tee-shirt and diaper under the baby pants. The soft brace on his leg made him look vulnerable, hurt, enhancing those feelings Carol had to suddenly nurture John. If he had a dress on, one of Cindy's baby dresses, he'd be the spitting image of her former lover. Carol turned back towards the kitchen. "No need to hurry, he's fast asleep," Carol said. "Sleep is good for now. I'm make his lunch and put it in the refrigerator," Helen said as she coated a piece of bread with mayonnaise. "Good idea, meanwhile, I'll give Marcy a call," Carol said and added, "Wonder why he wets when he's awake? I mean he's got to be aware of the urge, and the doctor couldn't find anything wrong with him physically, so what's driving it?" "Honey, you know as well as I do it could be any one of a dozen things causing it. He could even be attached to those diapers of his. Funny thing is, I also got a little sense of that. I mean I felt that a little diapering him a bit ago. We've seen that before and, as I think about it, it's common enough with children experiencing traumas," Rose said as she paused for a moment. "You could be right," Carol said. "Like I said earlier, and the thing I find so fascinating, is his lack of conflict over wearing them. Most children, boys and girls, but boys especially, and at his age are at least embarrassed over the fact they wear diapers still," Helen said as she added baloney and a slice of cheese to John's sandwich. "Marcy could most likely tell us that as well," Carol noted adding another benefit to using her friend for John's sake rather than for Carol's, although it would definitely be for Carol's sake as well. Carol was working on those ramifications when she dialed Marcy's number. 'Quod erat demonstrandum,' Carol mused as she counted each phone ring of Marcy's number. QED meaning 'which has to be shown'. Those with faith are often the ones who need proof of another faith, and never theirs, Carol noted just as Marcy said, "Hello?" Helen, allowing her partner to at least begin the process, stood moving to the bedroom and John. Joey sensing the movement before the light went on smiled at the silhouette back lit at the door. He was wet again and this time it had happened without him making it happen or, he decided, he'd most likely made it happen without realizing it. "Sleep well?" Helen said after turning the light on. "Like a ba... Yes," Joey said changing what he was going to say. Telling Helen that he had slept like a baby unnerved him slightly and so did the fact he was wet. "Wet honey?" Helen asked moving to the edge of the crib. Helen knew the instant she asked if John was wet by the change in the color of his cheeks. "Yes," Joey said blushing. "Well, let's get you changed and then put something in your stomach. You haven't had anything to eat since you left the hospital," Helen said moving to the dresser. She opened a drawer, pulling another contoured diaper from the stack and along with it a rather thick rectangle shaped diaper or what Joey thought was a diaper. "Might as well get you ready for bed," Helen said laying the diaper and the doubler next to Joey before returning to the dresser for another pair of baby pants as she added, "How does your leg feel?" "Feels good. Only time it hurts is when I forget and move it wrong but even then it's just a twinge," Joey noted as he watched, in a kind of bliss, Helen moving back with another pair of baby pants. He could get used to this very quickly, he mused, then smiled since that was already a given. "Well, let's not push it too fast. We can keep you off it another couple of days then try a little bit of time on it each day. Doctor says to let the pain itself manage how much you're on it," Helen said as she hovered over Joey's waist. She slipped the baby pants, he wore, down just enough exposing the pink tipped diaper pins unlocking one and removing it before the other. The pink plastic changing pad was draped over the foot of the crib and that went under Joey with his cooperation before Helen began to remove his wet diaper and baby pants together. Pink wasn't a bad color Joey decided. Babies don't mind about colors, he mused, as the diaper and pair of baby pants reached his feet as a bundle. Helen was slightly better with the baby wipes than his nurses, Joey also mused, as he spread his legs slightly more for Helen. She was slower than the nurses had been, slower and more careful it seemed. A good thing, Joey decided, as Helen tugged another wipe from the plastic container with that baby smiling on the front. Joey knew why that baby was smiling and he did the same. Joey's second diaper, as thick as the first was even thicker now with the added doubler coming up between his legs. A soaker Helen said fixing the long rectangle of cloth so it rested directly in the middle of the soft fluff of his regular diaper. That doubler was as soft as his diaper, he decided, when Helen tugged it all gently between his legs. Helen fussed with the wings coming out from the small of his back before she picked up the baby oil. Joey closed his eyes savoring the sensations of his diapering and Helen's hands. The image of her deep ruby red fingernails, such a contrast against the white of his diaper, lingered in his mind as she rubbed the baby oil in. Baby powder followed and after sprinkling a generous amount over Joey that too was massaged and lightly manipulated onto his skin. A mixture of that warm baby oil gathered together with the almost pungent smell of baby powder reached his nose just as Helen pulled the diaper and it's doubler between his legs. The process mixed his senses together and it made him smile. Joey was thinking of a pacifier or even a baby's bottle suddenly wishing he had either to nurse on as Helen diapered him. How weird that was, he mused, until he focused on the diaper again as Helen gathered the far side for the diaper pins. Those pink tips of his diaper pins were in the shape of bunnies, Joey noted as Helen closed the diaper carefully, expertly and slowly. She did the same with the second side causing the diaper to gather and move around the small of his back and across his stomach while cupping him in a soft embrace as well. Such an odd feeling and so wonderful besides, Joey mused as Helen closed the diaper. Joey lifted himself for his baby pants feeling the only pain in this when he put pressure on his leg and squinting slightly at that twinge. "Don't push on that leg," Helen said noting John's face twist into a slightly painful grimace. Helen tugged John's baby pants to the diaper then slipped a large hand under the back of John's leg, near the knee, lifting it firmly and just high enough to slip his baby pants over the diaper on that side. Helen did the same on the other side reminding Joey of a mother changing a baby. "There we go honey, all ready for bed. Now let's get you something to eat," Helen said slipping her large hands under John. One under the knees and the other near his neck under his back. She lifted his nearly ninety pounds effortlessly bringing him to her chest as she straightened. Helen's ample breast covered Joey's arm under her silky dress and thoughts of nursing flashed into his head as she turned for the door. It was an exceptional feeling flowing through Joey as that image blended with the sensation of his diapers growing more pronounced when Helen lifted him. "Hey, he's awake," Carol said looking at John with an affectionate smile that was made warmer when she ran a hand over his forehead while adding, "So how do you feel?" "I feel wonderful," Joey said to Carol's question as her hand reached the back of his head in that stroke beginning at his forehead. Carol was amazed at how striking the similarities in this boy and Cindy including his hair which was definitely as thick and as long as Cindy's had been. For a moment Carol almost dared ask if John might consider allowing her to put him into one of Cindy's toddler dresses. Cindy had so loved those dresses Carol had made for her as part of their role playing. Which was funny in a way. Funny because Cindy had shocked Carol after their initial meeting telling her she had to sleep in diapers. Carol had never known a bed wetter Cindy's age, but allowed it to pass quickly enough. There was another shock a couple of weeks later when Carol invited Cindy to come live with her. That second shock came when Cindy admitted that she liked her diapers and baby pants and those baby clothes that came out with Cindy's confession. Cindy was an adult baby, a toddler actually with a strong inner-child that had been there for a long number of years before they met. Carol had no idea what an adult baby really was nor why an adult would want to be, but she found herself warming quickly to the role of a parent or nurturer. A few days exploring this life style on the Internet, soon after Cindy's confession, answered most of Carol's question. It was odd at first but not too given that Carol found herself slipping easily into the role of a mother with a child as Cindy became that child. With the exception of those playful beginnings in their role playing their function as lovers was just the same as any other couples. Carol warmed quickly to her adult "keeper" role, as a nurturer, and as easily as Cindy, as that inner-child and both looked forward eagerly to those moments together. It wasn't too long after those first few weeks that Carol began having Cindy's dresses made. Toddler dresses, adorable confections that Cindy loved wearing as much as Carol did seeing her in them. It was a remarkable three years that ended one night after Cindy complained of a minor headache laying in Carol's arms as Carol began to give her the last baby bottle of milk before they went to bed. An autopsy two days later concluded that Cindy was struck silent by an cerebral aneurysm. Cindy had simply closed her eyes and never opened them again. That was sixteen years ago. "What," Carol asked as she caught herself drifting back to those days with Cindy. It was Helen that had said something. "I said he's getting a bit heavy," Helen said again as she urged Carol to step aside so she could put John in one of the kitchen chairs. "Sorry about that. I'm glad you're feeling better though," Carol said moving quickly to a chair to pull it out for Helen. Helen lowered John into the seat lightly before she made her way to the refrigerator and John's sandwiches. "Did you talk with Marcy?" Helen asked sitting John's sandwiches down in front of him. Joey's focus on his diapers was replaced by the noise his stomach was making as he realized just how hungry he was. Helen sat a large glass of milk down and that was followed by a bowl of fresh cut apples, orange slices and grapes picked from their stems. "I did and she's more than willing to help," Carol said. Helen nodded to Carol who sat as Helen did. Both women now sitting as Helen cleared her throat. "John, we think there is someone that might help you remember who you are," Helen said smiling. "Really?" Joey said trying to sound enthusiastic over that bit of news. Since he didn't need to know who he was that wasn't as exciting for Joey as Helen thought it would be. "She's a therapist that specializes in deep hypnosis and she's worked with a lot of trauma patients in your same set of circumstances," Carol noted. "Hypnosis," Joey said almost choking on that last bite of his sandwich. Hypnosis meant someone in his head without him being there. Joey considered that realizing he could easily be discovered if he went along with this. Helen was patting him on the back as Joey coughed his food clear. "Are you OK?" Helen asked. "Yes, went down the wrong pipe," Joey said still coughing in short burst but definitely now OK. "It's a simple procedure, completely harmless and very effective," Carol said and she meant it given that it really was harmless and very effective. "Hypnosis," Joey said again but lowering his voice this time. There was a hint of anguish in his face matching his tone or so Helen believed. Helen sensed something definitely wrong. "OK, tell you what, it's not something we need to decide now, nor do anything about right away. Let's drop it for a later time and focus on getting you past that bad leg of yours," Helen said surprising Carol suddenly. Carol was as sharp as Helen though and she immediately decided that Helen was thinking of something else. They would take this up later when they were alone Carol decided as she said, "That exactly right, leg first, then the head." The relief in John's face was obvious to Helen and Helen hoped just as clear to Carol. From Carol's look it was, as John began eating his sandwich again... this time happily. It hardly seemed possible the boy could put both sandwiches to rest and nearly all of the fruit but he did and clearly, like a baby might, his eyes grew heavy. "You ready to turn in?" Helen asked. "Definitely," Joey said looking down at his stomach almost sure it would sound like a ripe watermelon if he thumped it. That had been such a close call, that suggestion about hypnosis, he mused till Helen decided against it... thank the stars. "Come on then, we can decide your fate in the morning," Helen said smiling. "My fate?" Joey asked nervously. "School sweets. Like it or not, there is still school and you've missed nearly a week of it already. We can home school till you can kick a ball at least," Helen noted. "School! Right! I'd hoped you'd forgotten that part," Joey said smiling more from the relief he felt again. Helen was talking about school and not literally his fate. "Not likely," Helen noted. "But what grade?" Joey asked. "Let's see? My guess is that it's got to be at least the seventh, but we can adjust that by a year one way or another if need be," Helen said and added, "I've got all of the material for home schooling in a cabinet in my office and I'll check to make sure it's updated for your grade." "Seventh? I guess that's as good a place as any," Joey said as Helen bent to pick him up. "Good heavens, you've gained at least ten pounds from your snack," Helen said cradling John in her arms once again. Joey smiled meekly as he said, "It was the fruit." "Let's also consider a diet if I'm going to be lugging you around for a while," Helen noted with a mischievous tone in her voice as she carried John to his crib. John only grimaced once when she caught the foot of his bad leg on the cribs side. The cribs side was down but she began to lower him too soon apologizing instantly as she slipped her arms from beneath him. Joey felt like he was resting on a folded blanket with the extra soaker, but between his legs that fullness made him comfortably aware of his state. His diapers puffed the baby pants into a soft bellowing, but slightly wrinkled, mound of white before Helen lifted the baby blanket to cover him. It was pink, but Joey didn't care as the wide satiny nylon edge touched his chin. Pink is OK so long as it's on a blanket, he mused, as Helen ran a finger along his left cheek as she said, "Sleep tight John and we will start fresh in the morning." Joey was thinking of his diapers when she said that part about fresh, smiling at what he thought was a cute play on words. Helen was, in fact, thinking about his reaction and how to find out why he'd reacted that way. "Goodnight honey," Helen said at the doorway. "Goodnight Helen... Helen?" Joey asked. "Yes honey," Helen answered. "Thank you," Joey said softly. "You're welcome, I think," Helen said with that last part a whisper before switching the light off. Joey closed his eyes, one hand resting on his baby pants under the baby's blanket, the other clutching the satiny edge of it. It could have only been seconds before his breathing slowed. "So what was that all about, although I'm guessing it was because of his reaction," Carol said sitting on the coach with her legs under her. That days newspaper was open next to her as she folded the part she was reading when Helen came in. "It was his reaction. That boy nearly choked when we mentioned discovering who he was," Helen said. "OK, so I saw that. One of the reasons I joined in with you, but why? I mean why would he be so worried over finding out who he is," Carol asked. "Don't you see? It's because he already knows," Helen said after a few minutes thought. "What? No! I mean how can he? He's been diagnosed with amnesia by the doctor," Carol noted. "Because the doctor was told John can't remember and by John," Helen said with a far off look. "But how do you know that?" Carol said. "I don't. I mean not for sure I don't, but think about it, it's the only logical explanation for his reaction. He already knows who he is and he's afraid of us finding out. What that really means is that he doesn't want to be found out nor does he want his parents or guardians to know he's here," Helen said. "You think he's been abused or something," Carol said suddenly feeling a twinge of guilt that she had scared John even a tiny bit. "Could be. Could be why he's so happy being mothered as well," Helen said as she picked up her cell phone. "Who you calling?" Carol said. "His nurse," Helen noted as she began dialing the number of the hospital written on a paper now under a magnet on the refrigerator. John's case worker's number was there as well as was the detectives. "What for?" Carol asked. "I need to know if he was wearing a diaper or under shorts when he came in after his fall and if under shorts if he was dry," Helen said putting the phone to her ear as she finished punching in the numbers. It took a bit to reach John's night nurse and then to get in touch with the emergency room nurse who was on call that night John was brought in. Helen's suspicions were right when the emergency room nurse told her John was wearing shorts and there was no sign that he was incontinent. Diapering John was simply procedure at the time and then only because the doctor had guessed him to be under the age of a teen. It wasn't until later, when he was diagnosed as incontinent that they continued with the diapers, the nurse noted. Helen thanked the nurse, hung up and went to the bag of John's clothes that he carried out with him. She found the shorts. "He's not incontinent," Helen said. "What do you mean he's not incontinent? Helen, obviously he is because he's wetting..." Carol said before pausing suddenly as she added, "Right, him wetting actually doesn't mean a thing does it?" "Just that he wants to be incontinent for some reason or another," Helen said looking curious. "So you think he wants to wear diapers then and it's not because he has to," Carol asked. "Yes, yes I do. The question I have is why? Why would a boy want to wear diapers?" Helen mused. "Or not be found out," Carol added. "Right, or not be found out," Helen noted as well. "So what do we do now?" Carol asked. "Nothing about him at the moment. We do what we do best. We mother him to death first of all. Right now the reasons don't matter so much as making him feeling secure. We make sure he's healed both physically and, as much as possible, mentally, and when I find the right time, I simply ask him," Helen said. "What about the diapers?" Carol asked. "If those diapers and baby pants make him comfortable, he stays in diapers and baby pants and we let that part work itself out later if need be. Like I said, the first thing we've got to do is make sure he feels safe and secure and if pinning him into diapers a few times a day takes care of that, then so be it," Helen said. The soaker worked nicely Joey mused running his hands over his baby pants but not feeling as if he had wet even though he had. A soaker was a good thing he also mused moving his legs slightly which slightly moved the diaper around him. A diaper was a very good thing as well he decided once more yawning himself more awake and smiling. Dust motes danced in the sunlight knifing into Joey's room as he heard a toilet flush off in the distance. Joey wondered over how long he could keep his diapers and baby pants as part of this, weighing how old they thought he was and how old before bed wetting might stop. Joey didn't know the technicalities of bed wetting or over someone being incontinence but it seemed it didn't matter much to these two women. "Knock, knock," Helen's voice said as Joey's door opened quietly. "Morning," he said happily when he saw her. "And good morning to you," Helen said moving straight to the dresser for a fresh diaper and clean pair of baby pants before coming to the crib. Joey felt wonderful and that got better still watching Helen preparing to diaper him for the morning. His fresh start he mused. "How about a bath first, then breakfast and some time on the patio while I get your schooling issues taken care of?" Helen said moving to hover over Joey as she began to fuss with his wet diaper. "OK," Joey said softly as he watched the process he'd grown to enjoy as Helen edged his baby pants down to expose once again the diaper pins. Helen, as before, slid the mass of diaper, soaker and plastic pants down along his legs to his feet and then off in a bunch. Joey sat up for this tee-shirt realizing as he did so that he only had the clothes he'd come into the hospital with causing him to add, "I don't have any more clothes." "Actually you do, in a manner of speaking. I mean we do. As it happens, Cindy remembered she had some things in the attic and found a few items you can wear. At least around here for now. Once you're up and about we can shop for a few more things," Helen said. "Oh, OK," Joey said as Helen slid her arms under him before easing him up again. She carried him effortlessly and his leg only twinge slightly after Helen removed the soft brace that had been wrapped around the lower portion of his leg. Joey had no idea who the clothes belong to, but he guessed someone who had stayed there before, given they'd been here already. With that thought another as he suddenly paused. Joey paused realizing that Helen had mentioned only girls staying here before him. She couldn't be thinking of girl's clothes Joey mused with more than a little discomfort. "I'm off," Carol said as she walked past Helen and Joey in Helen's arms. Another moment to cause Joey another blush since he was naked in Helen's arms. "You going to be home for lunch?" Helen asked. "Yes, actually. I think there are two more boxes of Cindy's things to go through. In fact I'm sure of it because there were at least four pair of short all's besides those yellow ones," Carol said. "Great, I'll wait then before starting lunch. I'm going to plant John in the garden this morning then get his school stuff in the works," Helen said laughing as Joey rested comfortably in her massive arms. "See you two at lunch then," Carol said as she grabbed her purse and car keys from the small ornate bench in the hallway. Helen nodded, bending slightly to kiss Carol before walking with Joey to his bath. There was water already in the tub and bubbles still. "Cindy's clothes?" Joey asked. "I don't think Carol realized she'd even said that. Honey, Cindy is someone Carol knew and about your size, but she has some clothes that don't look too girlish that you can wear for now. We're not going anywhere and it beats sitting around in just a diaper and plastic pants, right," Helen said. "What are short all's?" Joey asked trying to figure out if those were meant for both girls and boys. He wasn't familiar with the term. Helen lowered Joey into the tub slowly with the water feeling hot at first then warm as his body got use to it as she said. "Kind of like bib overalls that are short, hence short all's. Like farmer's bib overalls more or less. Carol found some boxes of clothes she kept that should fit you. At least some of them." "Oh," Joey said trying to imagine those short all's and feeling relieved that they were overalls at least. Not long pants but not too girlish either before he noted them hanging on the door. Joey was looking at a bright yellow pair of overalls before he saw the yellow tee-shirt and sandals. "Girl's clothes," Joey said. "Boy/girl clothes actually. Carol's partner Cindy was a girl, yes, but short all's are not too gender specific and until you can hobble around on your own those are going to be easier to get you in and out of. The legs snap closed so they'll go over your head," Helen said handing Joey the Johnson's Baby Bath Gel, Baby shampoo and a soft white wash cloth. "Snaps?" Joey asked. "Snaps around the inside of the legs. Going to make it so much easier when I change you," Helen said as she stood and added, "Now, are you OK for your bath or would you like me to wash you?" "I can manage most of this I think. I might not get my left foot," Joey said smiling. "I'll get that foot when you're almost done and ready to get out. You stay sitting on your bottom till I come in, OK?" Helen said, laughing suddenly and adding, "Last thing I need to do is explain to Social Services how you broke a leg or arm just taking a bath." "I can do that," Joey said. "Then go ahead and get clean and I'll start the bacon and potatoes. I'll cook your eggs when I've gotten you dressed," Helen said. "OK," Joey said as Helen left the bathroom. "Toddler clothes," Joey mused as he took up the sweet baby powder smelling baby bath gel. It filled the room with a baby powder scent far stronger than before with just the bubble bath and Joey saw that on the sink. He'd remembered where he'd seen that style of clothes before and it was on toddlers. The smell of bacon filled the hallway and his room when Helen carried him to the crib again after drying him. Helen had drained the tub after asking if he was done which was after he said yes. He was dried after the water drained fully. Helen lifted him with the large pink towel draping her arms to catch the last of the water around his bottom. She laid him over the diaper before returning to the bathroom for those short all's, tee-shirt and sandals. Joey fingered the diaper happily before Helen returned and the ritual began again with his baby powder. He smelled so much like a baby laying there and felt so comfortable after his bath as Helen turned his loins nearly pure white with baby powder before tugging his diaper between his legs. Those short all's were draped over the end of the crib and Joey saw the small round daises sewn onto the pocket. Perhaps not exactly what a boy might wear, he mused. Definitely not a boy his age he also decided, but Helen was pinning him into his diaper and over that would go his baby pants and he was mesmerized by how wonderful it felt being babied right then. "John, do you like to read?" Helen asked as she deftly diapered him as easily as she would a baby and as casually as if she'd been doing this to him for ages. "Yes," Joey said feeling the softness of the diaper once again and that deep sense of comfort it gave him. "We've got a ton of books in the library. I've got a wheel chair I'll plant you in and you can search through them while I clean the kitchen after breakfast. The patio is designed for wheel chairs and it's a nice way to spend a day. In a few days, or when the doctor says it's OK, we'll let you exercise that leg of yours," Helen said. "OK," Joey answered as he watched Helen take up the b