Chapter 4

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Ashton woke up confused and frightened, he was surrounded by pink bars, and was wearing a T-shirt that said "Vote for Pedro," that was way too big for him. He felt the now familiar sensation of a swollen Goodnite between his legs and saw much to his embarrassment it was on full display. It only got worse when he sat up in the bed and saw that he was in a baby's room. There was a crib, a changing table, a big pink plastic playhouse set. Slowly the memories from the last night came back, meeting Stacey, having an accident on the plane, losing his luggage and wearing his sisters clothes, and everyone thinking he was a girl. He had vague memories of coming into the house, but that was it.

Ashton saw that the low pink rails had an opening in the center of the bed and rolled himself up. Folded up neatly on a shelf near the bed was his Sister's clothes that he wore last night, but there was no underwear or a dry goodnite, so he put on the shortalls and strapped them over the oversized T-shirt. There was a body length mirror on the wall and Ashton took a moment to check himself out, he realized that the rear pockets on the shortalls were decorated with pretty stitched flowers. His hair was still braided and he looked like a girl.

Some strange feelings hit Ashton, he was tempted to put his Sister's blue top with ruffled sleeves back on, it was much prettier than the T-shirt, but he forced those stupid thoughts out of his mind. Looking around he saw that his baby cousin Lisa was asleep in the crib, peacefully sucking a pacifier. Overcome by curiosity Ashton walked across the nursery stepping around toys and a giant stuffed bunny towards the crib and the nearby changing table. He looked over his shoulder, the door was open but no one was there so he returned his attention to the changing table and the nearby stack of diapers. On the floor was a box of Pampers size 6 diapers. Driven by a curiosity he couldn't explain Ashton reached out to touch the diaper on top of the stack.

"Good morning sleepyhead," he heard and quickly spun around seeing his Mom standing in the doorway. "I see you're up and looking around," she said as she walked over and took a look at the sleeping girl in the crib. "Did Lisa cry or anything last night?"

"I guess not," Ashton answered.

"Nope she is a very good sleeper now, but she didn't used to be," Jennie said as she entered the nursery. "There's breakfast waiting for you Ash," Jennie said and then woke Lisa up and lifted her, "Oh, we're just soaked aren't we," she said as she tickled the girl who stretched and spit out her pacifier.

"Ashton, would you like to change your cousin's diaper?" Jennie asked.

Ashton froze, he found the idea of changing Lisa very interesting, but he also thought that as an 11 year old boy that diapers and baby stuff should not interest him, "No way that's gross," Ashton said.

"Ahh she's not gross, at least not now, she's just wet, not stinky," Jennie said and tickled her daughter's belly.

"Umm speaking of changing?" Ashton's Mom said, giving him a questioning look. He turned beat red and nodded.

"Oh hey Ash, bring your wet Pull-up back in here and I'll show you how to put it in the diaper pail," Jennie said. Ashton turned an even bright shade of red and nodded then walked to the bathroom.

"Mom that was so embarrassing," he said as she handed him a Princess Goodnite from the stack she held.

"You're in a house full of women and girls Ash, three of which wet the bed, it's not that big of a deal so get over yourself," Lori said. Ashton was confused until he realized she was talking about him, his sister and his baby cousin, then he was even more embarrassed that his Mom included him in the list of "girls'' that wet the bed, but before he could complain she opened a cabinet in the bathroom that had a maxi pads, tampons, and a half used package of goodnites. "Jennie said we can keep you and your Sister's Goodnites in here. When you get up just come in here and change, then take your wet one back to the Nursery."

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