I put it off for a while. Some kids got baptised at 13 and maybe younger. We got some pressure, but my brother and I argued that we should be closer to adults so that it would be an adult decision. It worked. We managed to put it off until we were both about 18, but then the pressure was sure on. We both lived at home during the time and would keep getting asked about it.
When I finally did it, I can't really remember what was going through my mind. On the one hand, I felt I had to. I believed in the JWs, so it was something I had to do eventually. On the other hand, the more people tried to pressure me into it, the more it made me not want to - just to show them. I didn't feel right being pressured. But, the longer I waited, the more I felt I stuck out. Here were kids baptised at 13 and here I am all the way at 17 or 18. What was keeping me? Then there was the status and how people viewed you. At dating age, with that non-baptised thing hung over your head, some parents and even some girls wouldn't have anything to do with you. It was a red flag.
In the end, I think the pressure from parents (and I'm not saying I was forced, just pressure here and there), I gave in. I felt OK with it at the time. It was something I had to get past and I was doing it and getting it over with.
The wierdest thing was once I was baptised, it was a turning point. And it all started that very night. I was a pretty good JW up until that point, generally behaving, except for a little wine or beer now and then. That night we had booked a hotel with another friend from our old hall. He brought a 6-pack and some whiskey. We got a little drunk, met these four worldly girls and my brother and I went to their room and ended up making out with 3 of the 4. We even had this hilarious situation with hiding in the bathroom shower when one of their fathers came in. We held our breath and tried not to breath or make a sound when he came in to use the bathroom. Nothing x-rated happened, but probably could have. When one girl I was making out with got sick from too much alcohol, another volunteered to take her place. Up until this night, neither of us had ever made out before.
So, here I was. Somehow I thought baptism would protect me. I wound up with this odd feeling that because I was now a JW, Satan was trying to tempt me away. Before he didn't care, but now I was on his hit list and I had just failed a test. But damn if it wasn't fun! Nothing ever came from it. Never saw these girls again. Nobody ever spoke to the elders about it. Actually, at that time, if that's what baptism got you, I wanted to be baptised at every assembly!!!