By the time Jason got back from delivering the trolley Sandra was already in the front seat of the car and I was standing by the back seat door. I whispered in a voice that Jason could not be certain whether it carried to Sandra or not “Mummy wants to check your nappies darling before we leave the car park. I don’t want my little boy to be uncomfortable on the long drive home.” Sandra of course knew exactly what was happening. Screened by the open car door I quickly felt Jason’s nappy. Of course as I suspected it was by now very wet. “You can’t change me here, I’m all right honest I am Mummy” said Jason, desperately afraid that Aunty Sandra would see his nappy change
“Well I am not having my little boy in wet nappies for the next hour and a half,” I whispered. “When I get to one of those country lay by areas I will pull over and change you then. Now hop in the back little one. Where’s Teddy I thought you put him in the back?” Jason blushed and lifted Teddy out from under the car seat rug. “Oh there he is I said with a great big smile, has Teddy been hiding? You give Teddy a cuddle, that’s a good boy.” I then fastened his safety belt and got into the car, and we drove of towards home.

I paid Jason no more attention chatting away to Sandra about her trip and our holiday plans. I knew Jason would be sitting there with lots of conflicting emotions. On the one hand much to his relief Aunty Sandra had naturally accepted him as my little boy, on the other hand his attempts at relating to her as an adult had just been swept away before they had barely started. I knew Jason still had mixed feelings about what was happening to him. He had never been a little boy to anyone but me, then only part time, and on his terms. Now it was on my terms and he had another woman as well who was treating him like a toddler. No wonder he was feeling uncertain and shy. But the big thing that was occupying his mind right now, and which I knew he was feeling very anxious about, was his next nappy change. I knew his nappy must be feeling very uncomfortable and so he would want it changed, on the other hand the very thought of Aunty Sandra seeing his wet nappy would fill him with embarrassment. In addition he knew that when I rubbed baby oil on him at nappy change time and he would be unable to disguise how a grown man enjoyed wearing a nappy and being treated like a baby. Would Aunty Sandra laugh at him? He knows that if people at work saw him in nappies they would laugh at him and he would have to stop going to work.
I knew that the deep feelings of shame he was wrestling with came from the fact that at some level he still saw himself as a man. I’m confident that once he sees himself as we do, just a little boy, shame will not be such an issue.

It was about half an hour before I found a suitable lay-by. I pulled in and turned to Sandra, “I’ve just got to attend to Jason.”
“Sure thing” said Sandra”

I got out of the car, opened the back door and got Jason to lay down. Sandra got out her book ignoring what was going on in the back of the car. I pulled Joes trousers pants right of and then removed his wet nappy with out comment. Jason lay there very tense, afraid that Sandra would turn around. “I am just going to get your nappy bag from the boot of the car darling.” I whispered. Jason lay there totally exposed, scared that Sandra would turn around. He must have felt very vulnerable because when I returned with his nappy bag I could see that he couldn’t wait for me to put him in his nappy. I gave him a quick clean with the baby wipes and then rubbed the baby oil on. “There we go sweetheart, we don’t want my little boy getting nappy rash do we?” The shame of Aunty Sandra seeing him in wet nappies seemed nothing now compared to her seeing his penis helplessly erect but still pathetically small. I continued to talk to Jason in whispers as if Sandra was not completely aware of what was going on as I slipped his thick cotton nappy under his lifted hips pulling it tightly up between his legs and fastening it with his cute ducky nappy pins. “Feet through the tunnels” I whispered as I threaded his plastic panties over his feet and pulled his plastics up to cover his nappy. Sandra meantime continued to read her book paying no attention. Finally I whispered to Jason “What do you say to Mummy darling?”
Jason whispered back, “You forgot my trousers Mummy.”
I laughed, “Don’t be a silly billy, your trousers won’t fit over those, any way you are with Mummy and Aunty Sandra now and your quite safe.”
What do you say to Mummy darling?”
“Thank you Mummy.”
“Good boy, Mummys very please with her little one” I smiled warmly at him and
climbed back into the drivers seat.
Sandra put her book away, “All set” she said
“Yes he’s much more comfy now, he might even go to sleep, its been a big day for a little boy”
By the time we got home Jason was asleep with his teddy wrapped securely in his arms. He woke to the two the two of us turning around smiling at him saying “Wake up sleepy head.”

The interesting thing to me was that for the rest of that day Jason seemed to have given up even trying to have an adult conversation with Sandra. Mind you Sandra and I were talking flat out, and I think Jason who was quietly playing with his toys on the lounge floor or watching children’s cartoons that I had video taped for him was happy just to be ignored. Clearly he was still feeling very shy in front of Aunty Sandra. After I put him to bed Sandra and I had a quiet chat about how we thought things had gone. We had a small giggle about Jason and my whispered conversation during his nappy change in the car as if that would hide from Sandra what was going on. Given time we are confident that his shyness will evaporate. Its important that he learn that toddlers aren’t allowed modesty, that busy Mummy’s haven’t got time to for that kind of stuff from their little one.