The Hotel Owner’s Daughters

Every year when I was a kid, my parents would take me along with them as they went on a trip to visit relatives. I would always have to stay in the same motel room with them, and I always hated it. Finally, when I was 15, I was able to get them to allow me to have my own room next to theirs. I thought at the time that they finally realized my need for privacy – of course it never occurred to me that perhaps they were missing their privacy just as much, if not more, than I. Besides, what kid or teenager wants to think about their parents having sex? ::Shudder:: I’m sure you see my point.

So anyway, that was how this whole screwed up trip started. I was supposed to be more grown-up like, since they were “trusting” me with my own room and all. But, what I wanted to do with this new found freedom of having my own room was anything but grown-up. I had also noticed another strong need in my teen years, stronger even than a need for privacy, and that happened to be a yearning to dress and act like a baby. Right down to wearing diapers and drinking from a bottle.

Yeah, I know what you are thinking. “That’s pretty screwed up, dude.” Well, I look at it this way. I’m not out getting boozed up or doing drugs or having wild unprotected sex like some guys my age, so what’s the big deal anyway? And too, it’s not really any of your damn business. I’m only telling you so that you can understand the story, so don’t give me any of your “holier than thou” attitude. Who’s it gonna hurt if I pretend to be a baby? And NO, it has nothing to do with me wanting to have sex with babies. That’s just sick, and perverts who get off on that shit ought to be castrated.

So anyway, you know the secret now. Well, so does somebody else. Only she wasn’t supposed to find out.  Nobody was supposed to find out. That was why I was so pleased to have the private room. Well, let me start the day before the trip, so you can get a feel for the whole thing.

I hopped on my bike and rode it five miles out so that I could make my purchase in a store not too close to home, and hopefully without running into anyone I knew. I sat in the parking lot, watching people come and go for awhile, waiting for the Drug Mart parking lot to be pretty empty, so I wouldn’t have to be seen by too many people. All the employees would see me, but that couldn’t be helped. A few customers would have to see as well, since I could not see a point when there were none at all. Hell, if the cops had seen me, they probably would have thought I was casing the joint for a robbery. Finally I got up my nerve and went in the store.

It would probably help if I explained at this point that I had never actually bought diapers before. I had laboriously searched through our house, and found old cloth baby diapers that I had pinned on myself, and had simulated plastic panties by pulling a trash bag up over the diaper, but I longed to get the feeling of wearing a real disposable diaper. Of course, I wouldn’t do it at home. Usually one parent or the other was there, so I might get caught. Plus, how would I get rid of the used diapers? And what if they could tell I was wearing one? So all in all, having diapers at home seemed not a very good idea. But, this trip would provide me with plenty of time, every night, to get into a diaper and maybe experience a few other baby things as well.

Anyway, I looked around and the store looked pretty empty. Acting like this was something I do every day, I tried to look nonchalant as I went down the aisle of baby supplies first. This was always my favorite aisle in a store. I would look at all the items, and think about what I might get for myself. Now I finally was going to do it. I grabbed a baby bottle first, one with a nipple that said it was a quick flow for older babies. I also grabbed the largest size pacifier they had, and some baby powder and baby wipes. I decided that was really all I needed, but as I was walking away, one other thing caught my eye. A baby thermometer?  You mean the kind they stick…I turned it over and looked at the back of the package. Yep.  That’s where they stick it all right! I was about to put it back, but curiosity finally won out, and I threw it in my basket with the other items. As an afterthought, a grabbed a travel size Vaseline as well.

Now I only needed diapers. I about had a heart attack as I went down the main aisle and passed a lady customer. She just passed on by and went about her business. I had to laugh at myself – of course she just passed me by. What did I think she was going to do, have me arrested for having a shopping basket of baby care items? She didn’t know why I had them. Nor did she care.

I went along reading the signs on the aisles til I came to the one that said “Incontinence”. Of course, the only two things in the aisle were adult diapers and feminine hygiene, not a regular place you would see a teenage boy. I went in, quickly grabbed a package of Attends Youth Briefs (diapers), and got back out as quickly as I could. I glanced once again at the package at the size to make sure it would fit. I was pretty small, so they would fit perfectly. I blushed as I thought I was only one or two sizes above regular baby diapers anyway.

Now I had to buy these things.  That meant being seen.  My heart beat rapidly, my throat was dry, and I felt like my face was on fire as I put the items on the counter of the boredest looking clerk. At first she barely looked at the items as she dragged them across the reader to total them up, but as she grabbed the package of diapers, a strange look came over her face as she looked back over the array of stuff I just bought. Inwardly I kicked myself as I realized how it looked. I should have bought the diapers and baby supplies at separate stores! She didn’t say anything, however. Just put it all in a bag and gave me a one raised eyebrow look as she told me how much it came to. I gave her the money, then grabbed the bag and all but ran from the store.

Back out in the parking lot, I waited a minute for my blood pressure and heart rate to go back to normal. There – that wasn’t so hard, I lied to myself. I mounted my bike and took my package of “new toys” home.

Chapter 2

Once home, I quickly packed all the things I had bought into an old diaper bag I found in the attic. From what I remembered of my toddlerhood, it had actually been mine. It was a little raggedy looking and dusty, and a spider had taken up residence in it, but all it took to get it looking like something you might really carry for your baby was a good cleaning and cutting some of the loose strings and frayed edges. Hidden inside I had found a few goodies – a travel case for baby wipes, a pack of diaper pins, and a changing pad – all in good condition. If I took my big suitcase, I knew I could easily hide the diaper bag down in the bottom of it.

After washing them (they were new, but heaven only knows what happened to them before I bought them), I slipped the baby bottle and pacifier down the side pocket. I literally filled the travel wipe case as full as I could, and slipped it along with the changing pad, diaper pins, and baby powder into the front pocket. The Vaseline and baby thermometer went into the other side pocket. Then I opened up the diapers.

That wonderful scent of a fresh package of diapers filled my nostrils for the first time, and I was hooked. It was heavenly. I reached in the package and drew out a diaper and unfolded it, looking at the thick padding, plastic backing, elastic legs, and tapes. Just like a baby diaper, except bigger. I really wanted to put one on right then and there, but I knew I ran the chance of getting caught if I did; it would have to wait. I slipped as many diapers as I could – about a dozen (remember, diapers were thicker then) into the main compartment of my now quite full diaper bag. Then I took the whole thing and put it in the bottom of my suitcase, wedged it in between two shoes, with the jeans above it, and a few shirts covering it.

I had one other thing hidden in the suitcase. A few weeks before I had been at a garage sale, and seen something that about made my heart pop up and stick in my throat. On one of the tables was a big blue one-piece footed sleeper. It had a zip to the waist, and the biggest surprise was the obvious roomy seat and snaps in the crotch! I picked it up and realized it was just the right size for me. Noticing the lady who was doing the sale looking at me, I laughed nervously and said, “Umm – I didn’t know they made them this big.”

“Oh, they don’t,” she told me. “I made those myself for my son a few years ago when he still wet the bed and needed to be diapered at night.”

“Ohh.” Her son was nowhere to be seen, so I did not know how long ago that might have been. I put the sleepers back down and moved on, and then when I thought she wasn’t paying attention, I grabbed them and stuffed them in with a few other things I was buying. They were only $3.00.

Of course she still saw when I paid. I guess I was hoping she would be in a hurry and not notice what I was buying. But she took the sleepers and folded them neatly and put them in a bag for me, with an amused expression on her face the whole time. She handed me the bag with a little wink and said, “Have fun.” Now what was THAT supposed to mean?? Whatever.

I had also hid this sleeper in the suitcase, and I intended to wear it. It was summer, but hotels have air conditioning. After a once over to make sure I got all the clothes I needed in, and other essentials like toothbrush and deodorant, I zipped the suitcase closed, and locked it (hey, I was no idiot) with a small key that I was keeping in my pocket. Then I dragged it out to the Living Room.

“Honey, do you have some extra room in that suitcase?” my mother asked, walking toward me with a few items. Uh-oh.

“Umm – nope. Don’t think so, Mom,” I said, trying to keep cool.

“But, you’re taking your big suitcase, and it’s just a few days,” she said, perplexed.

“I got a lot of clothes!” I said, defending myself. “Besides, we’ll be in two different rooms.” I never missed a chance to point that out, as though I was afraid they might forget, even though the reservations had already been made.

“My goodness. You pack almost as much as a girl,” she said, walking away and shaking her head. As she did this she gave me a love-pat on the bottom.

“Mom!” Jeez – she acted like I was still five sometimes.

“Sorry!” she said. She didn’t SOUND very sorry. Good thing I wasn’t wearing one of those diapers!

Chapter 3

The whole ride in the car, all I could think about were those diapers in the suitcase. How I wished I could have worn one for the car ride.  I even fell asleep as we were traveling, and dreamed that my mother was getting me ready for the car trip, and that she was actually putting me into diapers for the car ride so that I wouldn’t “have an accident”. In another dream, one of my young girl cousins was looking down at me over the bars of a crib, which I apparently had been placed in, calling to my mother and saying she thought I needed my diaper changed. In the dream, I heard my mother call back and ask her to change me. I woke just as she was about to undo the diaper. I woke from that one pleased and frustrated at the same time – pleased I had been able to have the dream, and frustrated that I woke before she got to my diaper change.

We finally got there, to the hotel, and my parents signed in and got our room keys. I went to my room, and unable to wait any longer, I opened my suitcase and drew out the diaper bag. I went into the bathroom with it and smiled as I drew a breath and smelled the scent of the fresh diapers when I opened the bag, the ran my fingers over the outside covers of the diapers.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I frowned as I lay the diaper down on top of the diaper bag and walked from the bathroom to the door. I opened it, and standing there was one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen up to that time. She had a stack of towels.

“Umm – hi,” she said. “My Dad runs the hotel, and he sent me to make sure you have enough towels. Sometimes Melissa – that’s the maid – forgets to put new towels in the room.” Wordlessly, I stepped out of the way and let her in the room before thinking about the fact that towels go in the bathroom – where I had just left all my newly acquired “interesting” items. “My name is Sydney, by the way,” she said, as she slipped by me into the bathroom.

“Good thing I came by. You needed towels,” she said from the bathroom. I said nothing, numb from embarrassment. There was no way she could miss the diaper bag – it was sitting right on the counter. She came back out of the bathroom and looked at me a minute, with a somewhat bemused expression on her face. “Umm – you ARE the only one staying in this room, right?” she asked.

I nodded. “Then, can I ask you a really personal question?” she said, with a bit of a sparkle in her eyes. I thought about saying no, of course. But then she would have just drawn her own conclusions, or she may have said something to my parents – who knew what she might do? I nodded again.

“Are you a bed wetter?” she asked. Well, there was a nice twist. She had actually just given me the excuse I needed. Of course, it was still embarrassing, but better than having no excuse at all. I blushed and stuttered out something just intelligible enough for her to take it to mean she was right. “So, I guess you have to wear diapers for it, huh? You must really hate it…”

That sounded about right. Obviously, if someone wet the bed and wore diapers for it, they would hate it, so I agreed with her. “Gee, that’s too bad,” she said to me. “I was rather hoping you enjoyed diapers.” With this and a smile, she left my hotel room, pulling my door closed behind her, and leaving me with my mouth hanging partly open in shock.

Copyrighted by sparkles.

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2 thoughts on “The Hotel Owner’s Daughters”

  1. That you started hu when I started diapers was I was 49 now I’m 54 before I like filling my underware with poo I like doing that so you like me

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