If You Act Like A Baby (Chapter 8)

"Jamie! Hurry up! We need to head over to the Steinbergs!" Jamie's mother's voice echoed up the stairs, a note of urgency in her tone.

Jamie was in his room, lost in thought about what it was going to feel like to be back in diapers, when his mother's shout snapped him back to reality.

He quickly abandoned his daydreams, in favour of the reality that awaited him and ran downstairs with a burst of enthusiasm.

"I'm ready, Mom!" Jamie announced, his excitement palpable.

His mother smiled warmly at him. "Great, Jamie! Hazel and I won’t be back till at least 11pm and both your sisters and Dad are busy tonight. Are you sure you’ll be ok with Leo?"

Jamie's eyes lit up. Everything was set up for him to have one last chance at embracing a world of babyhood and indulgence that he secretly cherished.

“Sure Mum, I’ll be fine.”, he replied confidently.

As Jamie and his mother prepared to leave, she reached into the cupboard, retrieving an object that caught Jamie's attention. He eyed it curiously. "Hey, Mom, what's that you've got there?"

His mother's lips curved into a secretive smile. "Oh, it's just something for Hazel. Don't worry about it, Jamie."

Jamie's curiosity was piqued, but his mother's next words brought him back to the task at hand. "Come on, sweetie, let's get moving. We don't want to be late."

Without further ado, they headed over to the Steinbergs' house. As they arrived, Hazel greeted them with a warm smile.

"Hey, Jamie! Thanks for doing this," Hazel said appreciatively.

Jamie nodded enthusiastically. "No problem at all, Hazel," he replied. “I’m always excited to spend time with Leo."

His mother looked at him with doubt in her eyes, causing Jamie to swiftly avert his gaze, hoping to evade her penetrating stare. Aware of his mother's suspicions regarding his activities with Leo, he tried to appear innocent, knowing that she lacked concrete evidence to prove otherwise.

"Jamie, Leo is upstairs and ready for bed," Hazel mentioned, her tone tinged with concern as she spoke about leaving her young son for the evening. "I've changed him for the night and read him a story, so hopefully, he'll be well-behaved for you. Should I come with you just to bid him goodbye and make sure everything is alright?"

“Sure.”, Jamie responded, as he followed Hazel upstairs to Leo’s room.

While Jamie was occupied upstairs with Hazel, his mother took the opportunity to go into the living room. With a subtle smile, she placed the small object she had brought from home on a shelf tucked away in the corner of the room, and hid it amidst various items that were on display.

She stepped back, assessing the object from a distance, her satisfaction evident. Retrieving her phone from her trouser pocket, she tapped a few times, briefly inspecting the screen before returning the device to her pocket.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs signalled Jamie and Hazel's return. She retreated back to the front door, preemptively offering an explanation to avoid revealing her real reason for entering the living room.

"I was just admiring what you've done with the front room," she remarked. "The new carpet looks wonderful. I'm sure you're thrilled with it.”

"Thank you, I am very pleased with how it turned out. Although, I can't help but wonder if it was worth it. Just a day or two after we had the carpet fitted, Leo had an accident and ended up leaking all over it so there's already a huge pee stain on it," Hazel said with a mix of exasperation and humour.

Unbeknownst to Hazel, the true culprit behind the incident wasn't Leo. Rather, it was Jamie who had inadvertently caused the carpet mishap. He had forgotten to put on a pair of plastic pants, leading to his diaper succumbing to the substantial wetting he had subjected it to.

He wasn’t sure why but he found the conversation very amusing. Jamie attempted to suppress the urge to burst into laughter, feeling his facial muscles twitch into a smile. Fully aware that it wasn't a suitable moment to laugh, and not wanting to raise suspicions with Hazel or his Mum, he clenched his teeth and tightened his cheek muscles, striving to conceal any trace of amusement that might betray him.

Hazel turned to the stairs and grabbed her coat. With that, Hazel was ready to leave for her evening out with Jamie's mother. As they headed to the door, Hazel turned to him. "Okay, Jamie, do you have everything you need? Any problems, you have my number so just give me a call. Ok?!"

"Thanks! I'll be just fine," Jamie replied confidently, wishing for them to leave as soon as possible so that he could descend back into babyhood."

“Goodnight, Jamie. Behave yourself and keep in mind our earlier conversation," his mother advised, her cautionary words nudging Jamie's conscience and causing him to momentarily reevaluate his intentions. However, his fleeting moment of reflection was swiftly overshadowed by his overwhelming yearning to return to wearing diapers.

As Hazel and Jamie's mother departed, Jamie waited at the door to see the car turn out of the street. As soon as it was out of sight, he was straight up the stairs to Leo's room, where the diapers and plastic pants were kept. He had expected Leo to still be awake but he was relieved to enter the room and find the toddler fast asleep, leaving him with free rein to act however he wanted without anyone seeing.

Leo looked very peaceful as he lay in his crib, with just a diaper on, contently sucking the pacifier in his mouth. Hazel had double diapered him which was not something that Jamie had seen before but then again he had never been with his little friend at nighttime. He drew the conclusion that Leo was still heavily wetting through the night which was good news for Jamie as it meant that his supply of diapers might last longer than originally anticipated, if Leo continued to wet the bed and need diapers, even if he was dry during the daytime.

With Brad wearing his nighttime double diapers, Jamie opted to go one better and put three diapers on himself. He wanted to feel just like a baby who had to waddle down the stairs because of the thickness of the padding in his crotch area. He pondered whether Hazel might question the additional three soiled diapers, but a quick glance at the diaper pail and the ample diaper supply led him to believe she would probably not connect the dots.

Determined to immerse himself fully in the baby experience for the night, Jamie climbed onto Leo's changing table. With a sprinkle of delicate baby powder, he prepared for the diapering process. Gazing at Leo, he couldn't help but wish for a moment that their roles were reversed. He longed to occupy the crib like his little friend, yet for tonight, he resigned himself to a diaper change on the changing table and utilising the various baby items at his disposal.

Having adeptly secured the pinned diapers, Jamie proceeded to draw a pair of plastic pants up his legs, ensuring a snug fit to avoid a recurrence of the carpet incident. He harboured grand intentions of soaking his diapers tonight, as babies do—after all, babies can’t control themselves and that’s why they need diapers and tonight he was determined to apply that same logic to himself.

He looked down at his clothes that were now scattered across the floor. If Leo was only wearing a diaper then that’s what Jamie would do too - he wanted to emulate the appearance of an actual baby and feel as little as he possibly could.

In view of recent events, he knew that he needed to be prepared for unforeseen visitors though. He took his clothes downstairs with him, just in case he had to quickly get dressed. He also checked that the front door was definitely locked.

Executing the final step of his plan, he embarked on a strategic crawl from the hallway to the living room. Although crawling served as another infantile gesture he was fulfilling tonight, it was actually a plan to minimise the risk of being spotted by passersby should they happen to peer into the living room, as he was preparing to draw the curtains and secure the privacy he desired. The curtains were too heavy to be drawn from the floor and felt like they could rip so he knew that he would have to momentarily stand up to pull them together.

In a sensible state of mind, Jamie would have readily put on some clothes for the fleeting seconds his diaper might be visible to passersby outside the house. However, tonight he had no inclination to adhere to rational, adult behaviour.

His aim was to emulate a baby's actions, rejecting any semblance of grown-up attire. The thrill of potential exposure also delivered an unconventional rush. While his biggest fear was being caught, a peculiar excitement coursed through him at the thought of the danger of being seen wearing just a diaper by a passerby.

After crawling into position, Jamie cautiously peered out the window to ascertain if anyone was walking by —he knew that any onlooker would undoubtedly have an unobstructed view of him. Confident that he couldn’t see anyone outside and that he had a window of opportunity, he braced himself for action, fully aware that he would need to draw the curtains as quickly as possible to limit the risk of being seen.

As he rose to his feet, ready to yank the curtains shut, his eyes bulged as he realised that there was someone walking past the window, looking directly at him. They could obviously see him, standing there wearing just a diaper.

As he looked more closely, he froze in shock as he realised who was looking back at him…