Daisy’s (Perfect?) Summer

Hi guys!

This story is based on Tara’s Perfect Summer. I don’t seem to find the story anywhere anymore, so I thought I would write my own version. I’ve changed most of the story, but the plot is similar, a girl wants to be a baby again and her neighbor helps her with. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter One – Mrs. Johnson’s Offer

Daisy looked out her bedroom window. It was a beautiful summer Friday morning and the kids next door were playing outside. They seemed to have not a care in the world, just focused on having fun. At nineteen, Daisy wishes she didn’t have to worry about school or finding a job. Things weren’t easy for someone her age and the pressure was truly pushing her down. That’s why, as she watched the kids play, she wondered what it would be like to be so carefree, even if it meant having no say in her life. 

She had babysat for those kids many times. Mia was only two and Caitlyn was about to turn four. Mia was not potty trained yet, and Caitlyn was having a hard time moving from pull-ups to big girl panties. The day before, Daisy had promised the girls’ mother, Mrs. Johnson, that she would help her with her daughters’ potty training. 

And so she got ready and left her room. 

“Where are you going?” asked Daisy’s mother, Charlotte, a severe woman with severe eyes. 

“Just next door, I promised Mrs. Johnson that I would help her with the girls today.”

“One of these days you’re going to have to think of a better job than babysitting.”

Daisy just smiled thinly at her mother and left her house. 

“Daisy!” both girls shouted in unison as she reached Mrs. Johnson’s house. They were playing in the yard with the many toys her mother had bought them. Mrs. Johnson was rich, and not just I-have-a-well-paid-job rich. Mr. Johnson had left his wife a fortune in property investments and market shares. The house was a testament to that wealth. 

“Hi girls!” said Daisy with a gentle smile on her face. 

“Come play with us!”

“She will,” said Mrs. Johnson, appearing behind Daisy, “But first, can you get the girls change, sweetheart?” 

Mrs. Johnson was just ten years older than Daisy, but she didn’t look the part. Elegant and slender, the woman was everything Daisy wished she could be. 

“Sure will,” answered Daisy, “Come on girls, you listened to your mother.” 

Caitlyn was dry, so she was allowed to stay, but Mia’s diaper was full. So Daisy carried her up the stairs and into the nursery. It was a pastel kingdom full of toys and stuffed animals. “All right, kiddo. Let’s get you clean.”

Sucking on her own thumb, Mia didn’t even notice what was happening as Daisy changed her wet diaper and put her on a new one. “You know, you are so lucky,” said Daisy as she dressed Mia, “You don’t have to worry about boys, or cars, or careers, or jobs. Nothing. I wish I could go back to being your age sometimes. It would make things so much easier.” 

Daisy saw one of Mia’s extra pacifiers and without even thinking it twice, she reached for it. Although confused by her own thoughts, she placed the pacifier in her mouth and began sucking. It was oddly soothing.

“You know,” said the voice of Mrs. Johnson and Daisy’s heart stopped, “It looks good on you.”

“Mrs. Johnson! What? Why? It’s not what it looks like.” 

“It’s okay. I actually overheard you just then.”

Daisy blushed. 

“Sweety,” said Mrs. Johnson to her daughter, “Let’s get you back outside with your sister, okay?”

Mia nodded enthusiastically. 

“Wait for me here, Daisy.”

After dropping Mia back with Caitlyn, Mrs. Johnson came back to the nursery. Daisy had not moved and she was still embarrassed about what had happened. “Do you really want to go back and be a baby?”

“I don’t…” she paused, if she was honest with herself, she kinda wished that could happen, “Yes.”

“Diapers, bottles, cribs, and all?”

“I mean, that’s what it means to be a baby, right?” 

Mrs. Johnson smiled, but not in a taunting way. It was a motherly smile that felt real and caring. “You know, the girls are leaving in a few hours. They will spend the weekend with my parents. Why don’t you come stay here and be my baby while they are out?”

Daisy gulped, “You mean it?”

Mrs. Johnson nodded, “I will treat you just like a baby. Diapers, feeding, and more. It will be fun.” 

“I don’t know…”

Mrs. Johnson held her hand, “I insist.” 

“But what about my mom?”

“You leave her to me.”

Daisy nodded with butterflies in her stomach at the thought of finally being babied. “Mrs. Johnson…”

“Please, call me Mommy this weekend.”

Daisy blushed again, “Mommy, I was curious, what age will you be treating me like?”

“Well, do you think you’ll be big enough to be treated like Caitlyn?”

Daisy blushed and shook her head.

“What if I treat you like Mia? You’d be two for the weekend.”

Daisy blushed again and shook her head.

Mrs. Johnson smiled, “Would you like to be a one-year-old baby this weekend? No talking. No walking. You’d depend on me for everything.”

Daisy was so red, that she could’ve passed for a Marvel villain, but nodded. 

“Very well then. Come back here at five and I will have everything ready.” 

Daisy nodded and left for her home, thinking all the way about Mrs. Johnson’s offer and how perfect her weekend would be.

Chapter Two – Daisy’s Baby Weekend Begins

As the afternoon sun began to dip below the horizon, Daisy couldn’t shake the mix of excitement and nerves bubbling inside her. She had spent the day trying to distract herself, but her mind kept drifting back to Mrs. Johnson’s offer. Could she really spend the weekend as a baby? The idea seemed absurd, especially for someone her age. Daisy should be looking for internships and job opportunities. According to society, she should already be looking to make a career for herself. Yet, the idea of spending the weekend as someone else’s baby felt right and comforting.

“Mrs. Johnson called,” said her mother when Daisy made her way to the front door. 

“Yeah?”

“You’ll be babysitting for the weekend, right?”

Daisy nodded.

“You know, I hope you can find a proper job for someone your age after that. Those girls won’t need a babysitter forever. And then what will you do?” 

“I don’t know.”

“Well, use this weekend away to think about it,” said her mother with the harshest of tones. She didn’t say anything else, and Daisy left her home. 

At exactly five o’clock, Daisy stood at Mrs. Johnson’s front door. She couldn’t stop smiling. She couldn’t fight the excitement. It was going to be a perfect weekend!

Mrs. Johnson greeted her with a warm smile. “Right on time, Daisy. Come in.”

Daisy stepped inside, feeling the butterflies in her stomach intensify. The house was quiet, a stark contrast to the usual sounds of Mia and Caitlyn playing chaotically. In fact, the house felt different that day. It felt more warm and welcoming, more so than Daisy’s own home. Mrs. Johnson led her to the living room, where a playpen and various baby items were already set up. 

“The girls already left with my parents,” Mrs. Johnson said, her voice gentle. “Are you ready to start?”

Daisy nodded, her heart racing. “Yes, I think so.”

“Good. Just remember, babies don’t talk so as soon as we begin, you won’t talk unless I allow it. Okay?”

Daisy nodded. 

“I’ll get you ready and then we’ll go through the rules for this weekend.” 

Mrs. Johnson took her hand and led her upstairs to the nursery. The walk there felt longer than usual. Even if Daisy had been in that room many times before, the moment Mrs. Johnson opened it, she felt a surge of adrenaline as her heart started beating faster and faster. 

“It’s okay,” said Mrs. Johnson, pulling something from her pocket, “Why don’t you put this in your mouth, it will help with the nerves.”

Daisy opened her mouth to receive a brand-new pacifier big enough for her. Mrs. Johnson then opened a drawer and pulled out a thick adult-sized diaper. “Lie down on the changing table, sweetie.”

With trembling hands, Daisy did as she was told. Mrs. Johnson worked efficiently, removing Daisy’s clothes and placing the diaper under her. The sensation of the diaper being taped snugly around her waist was strange but not unpleasant. It was softer than she had expected, more comfortable than she had expected. 

“There we go,” Mrs. Johnson said, helping her off the table. “How does that feel?”

Daisy blushed, looking down at herself. “It’s… different. But I think I like it,” said Daisy, blushing.

“Now for the final touch,” said Mrs. Johnson. She dressed Daisy in a soft pink t-shirt that had a teddy bear design on the front, “You look so cute.”

The shirt barely covered the top of Daisy’s diaper, making her feel exposed and vulnerable. And yet she knew that babies had no shame, and no one would see her but Mrs. Johnson—her new Mommy. 

“Now, we have to set some rules. But that’s only to make it easier for you to settle into your new role. The first one you already know…no talking. You chose to be a one-year-old, and you will be one this weekend.”

Daisy nodded, still sucking on her pacifier. 

“Good. The other rule is that you’re not allowed to use the bathroom. That’s what your diapers are for…don’t worry, I’ve dealt with many stinky presents before, so that won’t be a problem. Understood?” 

A bit shocked at the rule, Daisy took her time to nodding this time. But she still agreed. 

“Good. There’s one more thing, and you can say no to this one,” Mrs. Johnson said, “Mia being away for the weekend doesn’t mean my breasts stop producing milk. So, if you accept, this weekend you will be breastfed just like a one-year-old would.”

Daisy’s jaw dropped. 

She wanted to have the full experience, but…she didn’t know if the breast milk part was her thing. After all, even if she didn’t have a boyfriend, she always thought of herself as straight. Sucking on another woman’s breast wasn’t that straight…

“You can say no to that one, but that means I would have to leave you alone while I pump.”

“I’ll do it,” said Daisy through her pacifier, and she was surprised by her own words. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to break the rules.”

Mrs. Johnson chuckled, “It’s okay. We’ll start now. Let’s head downstairs. I think it’s time for my baby to have some dinner.”

Daisy blushed and allowed herself to be led downstairs. 

“Ready?” Asked Mrs. Johnson with a motherly and gentle smile. 

Daisy nodded with butterflies in her stomach as she sat on top of Mrs. Johnson’s lap. She could tell Mrs. Johnson was also nervous. Her heartbeat was going like crazy. Daisy got comfortable before Mrs. Johnson opened her shirt, exposing two huge breasts and beautiful round nipples. 

“Here we go,” said Mrs. Johnson. 

She offered Daisy one of her round nipples, and the nineteen-year-old accepted it. Daisy began sucking with such gentleness that Mrs. Johnson couldn’t help but feel a tingle between her legs. It was a perfect moment, a moment of deep intimacy neither of them thought they would ever enjoy. And it kept going for minutes until the first breast was dry. “Why don’t we move on to the next one, baby girl?” Asked Mrs. Johnson as she helped Daisy accommodate to enjoy the second round of sweet sweet milk. 

Daisy sucked on Mrs. Johnson’s breast, the warm milk soothing her nerves. As she drank, she felt herself relax more and more, the stress of her adult life melting away—and a familiar pressure began forming in her bladder. She thought none of it, not at first, but as her meal came to an end, Daisy couldn’t help but fixate on her bladder. 

“Is everything okay?” Asked Mrs. Johnson as she cleaned around Daisy’s mouth.

Blushing, Daisy thought about asking her new Mommy what to do. But then she remembered the rules given not an hour ago. She was a baby, and Mommy had already explained the rules. No more bathrooms. She breathed deeply before allowing the gates of her bladder to let loose. It was an intoxicating feeling, the warmth spread through the thick padding almost immediately. It was such a rush of excitement, that the poor girl let out a soft moan as she enjoyed the feeling of a full and soaked diaper. 

Mrs. Johnson giggled, “I think I have a wet baby.”

Daisy smiled and giggled too. The weekend had only just begun, but Daisy knew she was in for an unforgettable experience.