first ward - and how cool it would be to bring such a boy to her. Larisa laughed and said that if I so wanted to bring an older child to them, there would be no objection from her side. “Although all mothers will have to explain what makes us so big,” she added with a laugh.

Opening the next day my lichku, I found there a letter from Lena. As I expected, she persuaded her friend to try to hire a nanny for a week. I replied to Lena that I had already spoken with my fictional high school neighbor and she was very interested in offering to sit with a seven-year-old child. True, she can do it only in June, when the summer holidays begin.

Lena replied to me somewhere in an hour - she wrote that she had called the very friend and she finally agreed. June, she also arranged. All that remained was to transfer the phone of Marina - that was the name of Lenin's friend - to my fictional neighbor.

I looked at my watch — it was only seven in the evening. After waiting for decency for about twenty minutes, I dialed the Marinin number.

- Hello, I'm Olya, - I said into the phone when they picked it up, - Are you looking for a nanny for your child?

- Marina, - the woman introduced herself, - Aha, I need a nanny. For one ... er, experiment.

“I have already been told about your“ experiment, ”I said,“ Do you want to turn your seven-year-old son into a baby for a week? ”

“Yeah,” answered Marina. “Let the diapers be worn out for a week.”

She said it somehow hesitantly. It was immediately felt that the imagination of Marina was completely absent. I decided to take the initiative.

“Why just wear it?” - I smiled, - Let them use them for their intended purpose.

“Well, I don’t know,” said Marina uncertainly, “This is in my opinion too much.”

“Think for yourself,” I began to persuade her, “If the child will just wear diapers, what is the punishment.” He will quickly get used to them.

“Perhaps you are right,” Marina agreed. “Although I have no idea how to make such a big one go to a diaper instead of a toilet?”

“Very simple,” I said. “Do not let the toilet go.” I'd bought an external latch that locked with a key. You have one key, another one with me. And let the boy tolerate, is not yet described.

There was an awkward silence.

“Just don’t think that I’m pushing you,” I said, “I just once punished one child like that, so I’d have a little idea what to do.”

- Interesting, - Marina revived, - Also a boy?

- Yeah, - I replied, - A year older than yours. I also treated him for a week like a nursery.

I briefly described how I sat with eight-year-old Sasha a year ago - of course without saying anything that I did it without the consent of his mother.

“You see, absolutely everything should be like that of a baby,” I began again to convince Marina, “Bottles, nipples, a baby pot, clothing for children, age appropriate. Interestingly, he wears tights?

- A year ago, I stopped wearing, - said Marina, - Since I went to school. I doubt that the kindergarten pantyhose now fit on him. So this year has grown.

“So buy new ones,” I said. “Let's dress him up like a kindergarten.”

- Well, I'll buy it, - Marina agreed, - Dress it at home, as you see fit.

- Why only at home? - I smiled into the phone, - I'm not going to sit in the apartment with him, otherwise I will quickly get used to my punishment. We must walk in this dress around the city and go to visit. More to show it in this form to others.

- You know? - Marina hesitated, - You show your friends and acquaintances as much as you want, but please try not to shine in our yard. I don't want to explain anything to the neighbors. Children's tights on a seven-year-old boy probably will not cause any special suspicion - it is not such a rarity at school age.But the diaper just will not understand. Not to mention the bottles, nipples and other nursery paraphernalia.

“I understand,” I agreed, “but you live there.”

We discussed the punishment of a seven-year-old boy for another ten minutes. I had to argue with Marina, but still managed to convince her that the punishment for her son should consist not just in wearing a diaper, but in making the most complete transformation into a toddler with all the child-related procedures for this age: washing away, bathing, smearing child cream, etc. We agreed that she would buy several pairs of children's tights and of course diapers of the right size. I had everything else: baby bottles, nipples, various ointment creams and of course a pot.

- I can’t even imagine how to announce Vita about his punishment, - Marina sighed, - I have to think of something.

“Tell me that you lied to me, as he wets his pants,” I suggested, “And I pretend to believe.”

“Good idea,” Marina laughed. “I’ll do it.”

We went to the financial side of things. To my surprise, Marina did not bargain and immediately agreed to the amount I requested. We agreed that I would come to her in two weeks, when the summer holidays would begin.

On the appointed day, I went to the address dictated by Marina. I had to get up early, because Marina left at seven to work. Usually, the grandmother sat with the child during the day, but for the started event, Marina, under the specious pretext, sent her for a week to relatives in another city.

- Olya? - A pretty woman of about thirty who opened the door smiled warmly. - Come on. I am Marina. I'll show you your ward.

“Very nice,” I nodded, entering the hallway.

We went to the room that served as a nursery.

“This is Vitya,” Marina introduced me to a boy in bed.

- Hello! - I smiled at the boy.

He said nothing, only pursed his lips in a hurt manner.

“Let me quickly show you the apartment,” said Marina.

After devoting a five-minute tour of the apartment, Marina quickly gathered and ran off to work. I carried my large bag to the nursery and defiantly took out an enamel pot for children.

- Well, Victor, will we officially meet? - I turned to the boy lying in bed, - My name is Aunt Olya! Yes, yes, that's exactly what you will contact me: aunt, - I made a significant pause, - Olya.

Satisfied with the effect, I began to read the seven-year-old boy lying in bed.

- Mom told me everything about you, - I smiled sarcastically, - Shame on you! You pee and poke your pants like a little!

- It is not true! - Vitya resented, offended, deeply flushing, - Mom specifically said so ...

- Yeah, so I believed you, - I interrupted the boy, not allowing him to finish, - Probably every night you blow into bed. Therefore, you will wear diapers. At least, until you learn to ask for a pot.

I pulled the baby bottles out of the bag and went to the kitchen to wash them. When I returned, I didn’t immediately go into the room, but half a minute, I secretly watched the boy in the bed from the hallway. Vitya did not see me, because he was facing the window, not the door. Noticing the movement of the blanket in the Vitino groin area, I immediately understood what he was doing. I quietly crept up to the bed and yanked off the blanket from Vitya. So it is - the boy touched his farm. Even pull out your hand from your underwear ... Read more →