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I was riding my bike home from my friend Darrell's house
to see him and his family one last time before they took off for
the summer.  He and his family were leaving to spend two months
in Europe.  It was going to be a long summer for me, and probably
a boring summer as well, not having my best friend around.  It
was Monday, which started the first full week of summer vacation,
and I had no idea how my summer would go or how it would be
spent.  If anything, I'd probably get stuck doing chores around
the place again and only get paid ten dollars a week for it.  A
lot of kids I knew would have felt quite privileged to get ten
dollars a week, but dad made us work hard for it.
     On my way back from Darrell's, I cut through the supermarket
parking lot on the corner, which served as somewhat of a
shortcut.  Towards the end of the lot I saw this blue-colored 
package sitting on the ground.  As I rode closer to it I saw that
it was a pack of disposable diapers.  I thought about how it
wound up sitting in the parking lot, apparently unclaimed.  I
figured that someone probably set the pack on their car, and then
got in the car and drove off, forgetting the diapers were there,
causing them to fall off.
     Seeing these diapers brought out what had always been a
latent interest of mine.  It was an interest I never understood
why I had.  While there were probably other boys my age-- ten
years old--who had this interest, I knew it wasn't something most
kids would want to do, but I did. I wanted to wear diapers again,
just like a baby.  I not only wanted to wear them, but use them
as well.  Every now and then-- actually quite frequently-- I'd
get this fleeting thought about wearing diapers.  Like I said, I
never knew what made me think this way, but it sounded like it
would be fun to do it.  It remained a far-fetched fantasy in the
back of my mind that I figured would never happen.  Today, I
began to think that my fantasy may become more of a reality.
     Seeing those diapers lying on the ground gave me an idea.  I
rode my bike past the point where the diapers were left.  I
couldn't just leave them there.  I thought of how good of an
opportunity this was to get a hold of some diapers.  Sometimes my
fantasy of wearing diapers again would go so far as to envision
watching mom grab some diapers off the shelf as we went through
the baby section of the supermarket.  I'd ask her "what are the
diapers for?", and she'd say "they're for you, Randy.  I know
you'd like to wear diapers again, so I'm getting you some, and when
we get home, you can put one on!"  Then I'd say "Oh thank you,
mom! "The only problem I had with this fantasy was how my older
sister Tina would react.
     Actually, Tina does know a little bit about my interest in
diapers.  She's caught me going through mom's women's magazines a
few times.  She also saw that I would stop leafing through the
pages when I got to a diaper advertisement or any picture of a
baby or toddler in diapers and then I'd look at it for a little
while before moving on to look for the next diaper picture.  All
Tina ever said to me was "you must like looking at diapers
because that's what you look at in mom's magazines."  I didn't
know what to say to her, so I said nothing and put the magazine
down.
     Just once I wish I could have gotten some diapers. I always
wanted to sneak them into mom's shopping cart like I did with
candy bars and cookies, but with diapers I certainly would have
been caught, of course, and mom would question me as to why I
would ever want diapers in the first place.  Tina, on the other
hand, would have understood why I wanted them, but she probably
wouldn't have known how to explain it to mom. 
    I had no younger brothers or sisters and none of my friends
had any brothers or sisters young enough to be wearing diapers. 
I had no easy way to get some diapers of my very own, until now. 
Now, at long last, was my chance to get of some diapers, but I
knew I would have to act quickly, or let this rare opportunity
pass me by.  I certainly didn't count on ever finding diapers
just sitting in a parking lot again, so this was my only chance.
     I turned back around and stopped to look at the package. 
They were the extra-large "walker" size diapers, so I knew that
they were the largest ones I could ever get a hold of.  I looked
around to see if someone was coming back to claim them.  It
didn't appear that anyone was, so I bent down and picked them up
with the intention of taking them home with me.  If anyone saw me
carrying the diapers, they'd probably figure I was running an
errand for my mom and getting diapers for my "little brother".
They were boy's diapers, hence the blue packaging.
     I got home with the diapers with no problems.  The problem I
had, however, was getting the diapers into my room upstairs. 
I had my mom and my sister Tina to contend with, but I was mostly
concerned about my mom seeing me carrying the package into the
house.  I didn't want Tina to catch me, either as this would only
confirm what she has suspected all along.
     I looked around to see where everybody was.  Both my mom and
my sister were out in the garden in the back yard, so I knew they
wouldn't see me go into the house.  Having determined the coast
was clear, I picked up the package and carried it into the house.
     What I didn't know was that Tina was coming up right behind
me as I went into the house.  Just as I got to the stairs in the
house, she saw me carrying the package of diapers.
     "Randy!", she exclaimed.  "What are you doing with those
diapers?"
     I was frozen in my tracks.  What else could I tell her?  "I
found them in the parking lot on my way home", I told her.
     "What do plan to do with them?", she asked, just staring at
me.
     I actually didn't mind telling her since I knew that she
knew.  "I just found them and thought I'd just try wearing them.
I figured that you sort of knew I wanted to try wearing them,
so I hope you can keep it a secret and not tell mom or dad."
     "Sure, I can keep it a secret, but, it's no secret to me,
Randy.  I know you've wanted to wear diapers for a long time."
     "What about you, Tina?", I asked her out of curiosity.
     "What?  Wear diapers?"
     "Have you ever thought about it?"
     "No!  I haven't!", she responded firmly.  "I've never
thought about such a thing!"
     It seemed reasonable to assume that most children probably
have thought about wearing diapers at least once after being
toilet trained.  Apparently my sister wasn't one of them.
     "You mean, you've never thought about what it would be like
to go back to diapers?  Just once?"
     "I said no, I haven't!  But I do know you have.  I've seen
you going through mom's magazines.  I've seen you stare at the
diapers in the store.  I've seen you stare at other kids in
diapers.  I know more about you than you thought, Randy.  Where
do you get such crazy ideas, anyway?  I'm glad you've finally
brought this out in the open!"
     "I dunno, I just thought it might be fun to wear diapers
again.  I just don't know why, but when I found these diapers,
I couldn't resist."
     "You actually want to try wearing diapers again?", she asked
me, acting as if she were questioning my mental well-being.
     "Uh huh", I uttered.
     "And use them, too?"
     "Uh, yeah.  That's one reason I'd like to try wearing them."
     "You're weird, Randy!"
     I was disappointed that Tina didn't accept the idea that I
wanted to wear diapers.  I couldn't wait to get upstairs to try
on one of the diapers.  Finally, I was in my bedroom.  I closed
the door and ripped open the package.  I had a supply of 22
diapers.  Assuming I wouldn't get any more diapers for awhile, if
ever, I knew I would have to ration them and not get carried away
with using them up too quickly.
     I stripped off my shorts and then my underwear.  The mere
thought of putting a diaper on got my heart racing.  It was so
exciting to do this, to actually act upon my fantasy.  At the
same time I was nervous as I didn't want mom to walk in and catch
me. I took one of the diapers and wrapped it over my butt and
around to my front side.  As I expected, they didn't fit me.  The
only way they could stay in place was for me to wear my underwear
over them.  After the diaper was in place I stuffed the package
of remaining diapers under my bed to hide them.
     I walked over to my mirror to see what it looked like on me. 
As I looked at my butt, I enjoyed seeing the bulk of the diaper
sticking out beneath my white underpants.  From the front, I
enjoyed a similar view of the diaper bulging the fly front of my
underwear outward.
     I wasn't planning to leave my room for awhile, so I decided
to leave my shorts off while I lounged around reading comic books
in my underwear/diaper.  A couple hours later my mom came up to
my room and knocked on my door.  Thinking she would walk in, I
threw my bed covers over me.
     "Randy!  I need you to come with us!", she shouted through
the door.  "We need you to help us pick up some furniture!"
     "Okay, I'll be right down!", I shouted.  Summer chores, here 
we go again.
     I knew that I was taking a chance of getting caught wearing
them if I left them on, but I had just put the diaper on and
didn't want to take it off so soon.  Leaving the diaper on
beneath my underpants, I slipped my shorts back on and met up
with my mom and Tina, who were waiting for me in the pickup
truck.  As I climbed into the seat, I could hear the diaper
crinkling beneath me.  Tina must have heard it as she looked at
me strangely.
     A few miles later we got to the place, a thrift store, where
we loaded some old tables and chairs into the back of the truck. 
When mom was away from us, Tina turned to me.
     "You're wearing a diaper now, aren't you?", she asked.
     "I told you I was going to try one on!", I replied.
     "I don't believe it!", she said.  "Now you're actually
wearing a diaper!  Just don't ask me to change you!"
     Back home we unloaded the furniture and set it in dad's
workshop where he planned to fix up the furniture and resell it,
something he liked to do on the side of his job working as a
carpenter.
     The four of us had dinner just as dad got home.   Afterwards
I headed back upstairs to my retreat.  As I liked being able to
see the diaper underneath my underwear, I took my shorts off
again.   I started to work on a jigsaw puzzle when I had to go to
the bathroom.  My natural inclination after having been toilet
trained was to get up and go to the bathroom.  This time I
thought I'd try using the diaper instead.  I got up off of my bed
and sat down on the hardwood floor of my room (it was an old
house).  In case the diaper leaked, I wouldn't get my bed wet,
and anything that leaked would be easier to clean off the
hardwood.
     It seemed funny to just sit there and start wetting in my
room, so it took me a little while to actually do this.  I got
myself relaxed and let it out.  Within seconds I had just wet the
first diaper.  As the diaper was intended for the bladder of a
three-, maybe four-year-old and not someone who was ten, my pee
was enough to completely soak it, and yes, it did leak.
Fortunately, the floor's surface made it easy to wipe up, which I
ended up doing by using my underwear as it was soaked anyway.
     I never knew how fun and gratifying a diaper could be!  It
gave me a pleasure that I would not come to understand until
puberty would strike a few years later.  Complacently, I knew I
still had 21 diapers left and didn't think much of rationing them
at this point. Immediately I reached under my bed and grabbed
another diaper and put it on along with a clean pair of
underwear.  Again, I left the shorts off and just wore my
underpants and the accompanying diaper.
     Now I had the problem of disposing of the used diapers.  I
couldn't just let a bunch of used diapers pile up in my bedroom. 
I knew that it would get to smelling bad in a big hurry,
especially since it was summer and my bedroom was right at the
apex of the house where it always got hot.  I looked out my
window.  Down below were the garbage cans, two of which had their
lids off.  It was a long ways away and I had poor aiming skills,
so I decided not to chance it.  The only way I could dispose of
it was to sneak out there with it in the middle of the night.
     After playing in my bedroom for an hour, I decided that I
was too hot and I needed to cool off in the downstairs where the
air conditioner was running.  I pulled the diaper out from
beneath my underwear before going downstairs.  I didn't mind
being seen in my underwear, but I didn't want anyone, my parents
in particular, to see me with a diaper beneath my underpants. 
Tina was in the house, but my parents were sitting on the porch
out in the back.
     I sat down on the couch by the air conditioner.  Tina, who
was sitting in the chair across from me, said "I see you're not
wearing the diaper."
     "I thought mom and dad would be down here and I didn't want
them to see me."
     "What would it matter if they did?  You found some diapers
and decided to try them on.  I wouldn't be surprised if mom
knows you've wanted to wear diapers again."
     "Yes, but they'd probably ground me if they found I out I
had any."
     "They'd probably send you to a doctor to get your head
examined!  Why don't you mind that I know?"
     "Because I feel I can actually trust you on this one.  I
figured that you knew anyway."
     "I could still tell mom and dad if wanted to!"
     "Please, Tina, I'd rather they not know."
     "I don't know how I could tell them if I wanted to!  You,
wearing diapers!  How absurd!"
     I didn't even want Tina to know that I sneaked some diapers
home in the first place, but since she caught me with them today, 
I had no choice but to tell her what I was up to.  After I got 
cooled off, I walked out to see mom and dad.  After talking to 
them for a few minutes, mom told me there was a new carton of ice 
cream in the freezer and offered it to Tina and me.  I ran back 
into the house and dished it up.  I went back out to the couch
and sat down with it.
     "That looks good", said Tina.  "Wanna get me some?"
     "Sure."  She was being pretty cool about the fact she knew I
wanted to wear the diapers-- not telling mom or dad-- so I felt
obliged to honor her request.
     Mom and dad came back in just as it got dark.  I watched the
news with them and then went back upstairs to bed.  I slipped the
diaper back on again and went to bed wearing it.  I didn't have a
problem with wetting the bed, but I began thinking and wishing I
was a bedwetter so I'd have to wear diapers all the time.  I
decided to become a bedwetter overnight, literally.
     Even with a fan blowing the cool night air in from my window
it was still stuffy in my room.  I tossed and turned awhile,
switching to the other side of the bed which had cooled off. 
Just as I finally got comfortable I needed to pee again.  As I
didn't have to go as much, I felt that the diaper could more
adequately  hold my urine.  As I lied there I wet into the
diaper.  It only  leaked a little, though the diaper itself was
maxed out.  I wanted  to lie there in the wetness and enjoy it,
which I did for a few  minutes.  Then I decided that I'd better
get rid of the used diapers before they stink up my bedroom.
     I got the wet diaper off and immediately replaced it with
another diaper.  I decided to put two of them on since they
didn't have much capacity.  I grabbed two more diapers from the
bag, which still left 18 of them.  Rationing was still not a
concern yet, though I realized that they would be gone in less
than a week at the rate I was going.
     I picked up the wet diapers, including the first one I wet,
and tried to sneak downstairs quietly after mom and dad had gone
to bed.  It didn't help that my bedroom door squealed so loudly. 
I started to open it slowly, but the sustained squeak it made
would have awakened Tina, whose bedroom was opposite of mine.  I
finally just threw the door open, making the squeak much shorter
in duration and high-pitched.
     The stairs proved to be a challenge in keeping quiet.  Each
step was accompanied by a creaking sound.  I walked along the
side of the stairs where they didn't creak so badly.  I was
finally downstairs.  I wanted to go out the back door, but mom
and dad's bedroom was on that side of the house, so I ended up
walking out to the front door and taking the long way around to
the back of the house where the garbage was.  I dropped the two
diapers in the trash and covered them with some other refuse that
had been tossed in there.
     I tip-toed back through the house, and went back up the
stairs cautiously and quietly.  I went into my room, leaving the
door open.  I discovered the air flowed through the room more
freely by leaving the door open, anyway.  I climbed into my bed,
which had cooled off completely.  I lied down on my bed, with no 
covers over me, and finally dropped off to sleep.

I was late to get up this morning.  In fact, my sister had
to come wake me up as we planned to go to my uncle's farm to pick
blackberries.  I was lying on my stomach. My butt, padded by two
diapers beneath my underwear, was facing up.  Tina came in and
slapped me on the butt, making a soft "whomp" sound. "Get up! 
We're leaving right away!"
     I grabbed my shorts and slipped them on over my underwear,
leaving on the shirt I wore to bed the night before.  I wanted to
sneak along a couple of extra diapers in case I needed to change
the ones I was wearing already, but I had no place to hide them
on me while we were out picking blackberries.  I decided that I
would just have to make do with what I was wearing.  I walked
downstairs to grab a quick gulp of orange juice before heading
out to my uncle's farm.   The drive was about a half hour away. 
We got there at around 11:00 in the morning.
     We had just started picking when I felt the urge to go to
the bathroom.  My mom was just down from me and I didn't even
want her to know I had diapers on, much less intended to wet
them.  The blackberry bushes were down near the creek that ran at
the back of the farm-- a long ways from the house.  I usually
just ran behind a tree when I needed to go to the bathroom while
out at my uncle's farm picking blackberries.  Even Tina opted to
do this rather than to run back to the house.  It was early in
the day, and it would be at least three hours or so before we
planned to head back home.  I didn't want to use the diapers so
early since I had none to change later on.  I decided that this
time I'd better just go behind the tree, and then use the diaper
towards the latter part of the day if needed.
     Tina noticed that I stopped and went back into the trees. 
She knew that I was wearing diapers and probably wondered why I
still was going back into the trees.  As I returned, she asked me
about it.
     "You're still wearing those diapers, aren't you?"
     "Yeah, of course I am."
     "Why did you go back into the trees then?"
     "I didn't want to use the diapers until we were ready to
leave."
     "Oh, I see."
     "I didn't bring along any extra diapers like I wanted to."
     We went back to picking the blackberries and kept going
until about 2:00 when we finally decided to head back for lunch. 
My aunt always fixed us a hearty and truly authentic country-
style meal of fried chicken, corn, and mashed potatoes.
     We spent the rest of the afternoon picking some of the other
fruits and vegetables that my uncle grew.  I was standing right
out in the middle of the field when I needed to go to the
bathroom again.  This time I had to poop.
     I knew we would be leaving soon, but I debated whether I
should try to dump into the diapers and ride back home sitting in
my poop and taking the chance of having my mom smell it, or if I
should waste this opportunity to use the diaper like I did
earlier.  
     I knew that I was taking a chance, but the idea of pooping
into the diapers and having to stay in them until we got home
sounded like a fun idea.  I set my bucket down and squatted down. 
Tina was standing two rows over.
     "Are you getting tired?", she asked.
     "Uh, no, I'm...".  I started to say that I was going to the
bathroom, but mom was too close and she would have heard me.  Tina
stepped across the two rows and came over to me.  "You're not
*pooping* in those diapers, are you?", she asked me quietly.
     "Well, yeah, I just did."
     "You do know that you have to ride back that way now?"
     "Oh yeah.  I just thought I'd try it."
     "You'd better hope mom doesn't smell it.  I can smell it
already."
     It was another half hour that we spent in the field before
we wrapped things up and headed back.  I kept going around the
field feeling the weight of my mess in the diaper.  I felt so
naughty doing it, but it was fun.
     We went back into the house to get some water as we were all
thirsty from working in the hot field.  I took a few extra drinks
for "good measure", so to speak.  Tina also used the bathroom
before we left;  I had already taken care of my bathroom needs.  
I hoped that my aunt and uncle wouldn't detect the smell
emanating from my diaper.  If they did smell it, they never said
anything  about it.
     It was time to go home now.  I sat down in the truck and
felt the mess press up against my butt.  As the truck had no air
conditioning we left the windows down, which helped to reduce the
smell, though it wasn't enough.
     "Something sure stinks in here!", said mom.  "Check your
shoes, guys; see if you stepped in something."
     Even though I knew what the source of the odor was, I still
checked my shoes.  Other than some mud, my shoes were clean, as
were Tina's. We told mom we didn't have anything on our shoes.
     "Whatever it is, it stinks!", said mom.
     Right as we got back home I went straight upstairs and into
the bathroom to see what my diapers looked like.  The poop had
smeared around the entire rear of the diaper and it was smeared
all over my butt.  A lot of it had leaked out and spread to my
underwear.  I ended up using an old rag to clean myself up.  I
went back into my room and pulled out two more diapers from the bag.
This left 16 of them, still a good supply, but this was only the
second day I had them.  I realized that I may have been using them
too quickly, but since I started wearing them I got to where I
enjoyed them very much, a lot more than I expected.  I knew that if
I used the toilet more often then the diapers would last longer, but
I wanted to see if I could use them all the time, at least during
the remainder of the summer.  I couldn't imagine wearing them in
school, much less using them.  I slipped my underwear and my shorts
back on.
  I took the dirty diapers and tried tossing them down to the
garbage.  One of them made it, but the other one missed!  Right
on the ground near the back door was the diaper that missed! It
was sitting there, poopy side up, too! "Shit!", I thought as I
knew that I'd have to run down there fast in case mom saw it. 
Just as I started to make my mad dash downstairs, the back door
was opening. I was hoping it wouldn't be mom.  It was Tina. 
"Whew!", I thought.  She picked up the diaper and threw it in the
trash.  She then looked up at me standing at my window ledge.
     "You missed!", she said.  "Better hope mom doesn't see these
in the trash!"
     I had to go to the bathroom again, so soon after I just
changed the diapers before.  I decide that I'd wet them, but I
would stay in them the rest of the day.  I peed in them and
soaked them up, but I let them stay in place as I continued to
work on my jigsaw puzzle.  Thirty minutes later I was still in
wet diapers when mom came upstairs.  She opened the door and
reminded me about getting the lawn mowed today.  She was also
able to detect the odor.
     "Phew!  Where is that smell coming from?  It's everywhere!"
     I wasn't sure whether to say anything or not.  Mom then
closed the door.  Her face had a puzzled look as she was trying 
to determine the source of the stench.
     I went downstairs, feeling more self-conscious since I still
hadn't changed the diaper and was nearly caught with it.  From
what I could see on me there was nothing that would give away the
fact  that I had wet diapers on.  My shorts will still dry and
there  wasn't enough of a bulge for the wet diapers to be
immediately noticeable.
     As I pushed the lawnmower around the yard I thought about
how nice it would be to do all of my outside chores without ever
needing to go into the bathroom.  I didn't want to try wetting
into the diapers any more, at least until I was back in my
bedroom.
     Later in the evening, after dad had returned home from work,
we had our family dinner.  I was still wearing the same, wet
diaper that I changed into several hours before.  It had soaked in
by then, becoming more of a damp diaper.  I felt that I should have
changed it, but I just couldn't take it off yet.
     As I was dirty from the day's work I needed to take a bath. 
As I sat in the water I could feel that my skin in crotch was
more sensitive to the warmth of the water, and it was barely warm
as the weather was quite hot.  I realized that I had gotten a
rash from wearing wet diapers.
     I went through the medicine cabinet and found some baby
powder.  I applied it to my affected areas, leaving the bathroom
with the aroma of the powder.  I still had to put the wet diapers
on again in order to sneak out of the bathroom with them.
     I went back upstairs and finally took the wet diapers off. 
I slipped on a clean pair of underwear and went back downstairs
in just my white briefs.  Mom then asked me about the baby powder
smell in the bathroom.
     "Randy, you didn't use baby powder, did you?"
     "Uh, no I didn't."
     "Why do I smell it in the bathroom?"
     "It, uh, fell out of the medicine cabinet when I opened it. 
Some of it spilled so I tried putting it back in the bottle."
     "Oh, that's okay.  I was just wondering if you used it."
     I looked down and discovered that there was a visible trace
of the powder on my upper thigh near the place I applied it on
me.  I quickly rubbed it off before mom would notice it.
     After I told mom and dad goodnight I went back into my room.
I left the door open to allow the air to circulate and to keep
the room cooler.  I went back to my diaper stash beneath the bed
and grabbed some more diapers.  I decided I'd try three of them. 
I liked wearing two of them better than I did just one, so I
decided that three of them would be even better, and I could drop
more loads into three.  This left 15 in the bag.
     It wasn't as hot as it was last night, and I did have my
door open, so I slept better.  That was until about two or three
in the morning, when I was woke up by a bright flash and a very
loud KABOOM!  A thunderstorm had rolled in.  A hard, heavy rain
then started to fall.  The wind was blowing and bending the tree
boughs back and forth.  Tina was terrified of thunderstorms and 
she always ran into my room whenever one struck.
     "Randy!  I'm scared!", she said after having turned on the
light.  She was standing there in her nightshirt looking
terrified.
     "The storm won't hurt you, Tina.  You're in a safe and dry
house."  I tried to assure her she was safe, but she was still
terrified.  Another loud crash rumbled.  It was loud enough to be
felt through the wooden floor.
     "Let me sleep in your bed!", she cried as the wind started
blowing fiercely.   I had no choice but to let her climb into bed
with me.  I didn't exactly care for her to share the bed with me,
and this fear was something she needed to get over. For now, the
best thing was to let her crawl into my bed.
     As I lied there, her knees pressed up against my butt with
three diapers covering it.
     "How many diapers are you wearing now?", she asked.
     "Three."
     "Three?"
     "I liked wearing two of them so much, so I thought I'd try
three of them."
     "At least you won't have any leaks", she said, assured that
the bed would stay dry.  As the storm continued to rumble, she
clutched onto me, as if somehow I was lightning-proof.  A few
minutes later the thunder was quiter and less frequent.  The
winds had subsided to a light breeze.  The rain had turned to a
light sprinkle.  Lightning that was once flashing directly 
overhead was now off in the distance over the hills.  The storm 
had passed.
     "Tina, the storm is over with", I said, "do you wanna go
back to your bed now?"
     "Well, what if another storm comes through?", she asked. 
"Can I come back?"
     "Just don't wake me if you come back in."
     Tina returned to her bedroom after she looked out my window
and was assured that the storm was gone.  I don't know how late
it was, but I estimated 3:00 A.M.  At last I could get some
sleep!  Or so I thought; Tina was back already.
     "I can't sleep in my bed, it's all wet", she said, standing
at my door in the dark.
     "Wet?  How is it wet?", I asked.
     "The wind blew the rain in through my window and got the bed
all wet!"
     "Oh, brother!", I thought.  What else could I do?  I let her
climb back into my bed.  She went asleep right away. I continued
to lie there awhile, annoyed over being kept awake like this.  By
some miracle I managed to fall asleep.

As it was late June, the sun was coming up very early.  At
6:00 A.M. I was awake in spite of getting little sleep.  Tina was
lying there sound alseep and snoring.  I lied there and thought
about how every summer Tina comes running into my room whenever a
thunderstorm strikes overnight.  I knew that she'd be doing it
all summer as evening thunderstorms were frequent in this area. 
     I needed to make a BM.  It wasn't easy to do with Tina
sleeping there on the other side of my bed.  I had to get on my
back and spread my legs apart to poop while lying down.  As I got
into position my left foot brushed Tina in the back.  I hoped not
to wake her.
     I released the big, smelly load into my diapers. I had hard
stools coming out, so I had to grunt and push harder to get it
out.  I didn't realize how much I was shaking my bed until I
jostled Tina awake.
     "Randy!  What are you doing?", she asked groggily.
     "I'm taking a crap!"
     "What?  Randy!  Are you really?" The smell was starting to
fill the air.  She immediately jumped out of the bed.
     "I don't believe it!  Why don't you just use the toilet?"
     "I don't use the toilet, anymore."
     "You're going to wear diapers every day from now on?"
     "I'd like to."
     "Where are you going to get more diapers?  Are you going to
ride around town and look for dropped packages?"
     "I dunno.  I might buy my own."
     "I hope you know that those cost at least $8 a package.  Can
you afford to spend that much of your allowance each week?"
     "They do?  Gee, I didn't know they were that much.", I said
in a surprise.
     "You'd have to really kiss up to dad to get your allowance
raised.  I'm going back to my bed, it stinks in here!"
     There, she finally left, which is what I wanted her to do. 
I tried to fall back asleep, but the sun was already up and I
was too awake now.  I just lied in bed in three dirty diapers. 
I knew I'd need to get rid of them soon.
     I knew that dad had already left for work.  Mom, however,
would probably still be asleep.  I decided to sneak downstairs
and out to the back to dispose of my diapers.  I managed to slip
through the back door without waking mom, who was still asleep. 
I stood at the garbage cans, looking up at the back door and
hoping mom wouldn't come out, or look through her bedroom window
which I also kept an eye on.
     Leaving my underwear on, I pulled the dirty diapers out of
my underwear and stuffed them into the trash.  Again, I concealed
the diapers by covering it with other trash.  So far, so good.  I
went back into the house.
     Just as I was coming through the back door, mom was up.  She
was staring at me as I stood there in my underwear.
     "Randy!  What are you doing out here so early?"
     I had to think quickly.  "Uh, I thought I heard a noise."
     "A noise?  Like what?", mom questioned.
     "It just sounded like somebody was out here", I said, though
it knew it was too contrived to sound convincing.
     "Well, the only `somebody' out here is you, Randy.  Now get
back in the house."
     Just as I walked in, mom looked at my rear end, covered only
by my underwear.  The mess also left some conspicuous stains that
showed prominently.  Mom could see and smell the large mess I 
made.
     "Randy!  Did you have an accident?"
     Oh boy.  I knew I was caught.  "What?"
     "Your underwear is soiled!  You had an accident!"
     "Yes, I did, mom."  It wasn't actually an "accident", but
as far as mom knew, it was.
     "I had a really bad dream and must have done it last night." 
Again, this sounded too contrived.
     "Well, it's morning now.  Get yourself cleaned up before you
do anything else."
     I went into the downstairs bathroom and cleaned myself up
the best I could.  Mom handed me a clean pair of underwear
through the bathroom door.  After I got myself cleaned and my
underwear changed I went back upstairs.  Just as I went into my
bedroom I heard Tina.
     "Mom almost caught you, huh?", she said.
     "Almost.  She saw me outside and then saw my dirty underwear."
     Back into my room I immediately stuffed three more diapers
into my underwear.  While the morning had started some time ago,
I was feeling tired again and took a short snooze before getting
on with my day's activities.  It was about 9:00 before I was out
of bed.  I was in my shorts-- with diapers underneath-- and ready
to go do today's big chore, to haul the trash to the dump.
     Tina and I spent awhile loading some of the wood scraps from
dad's shop along with the trash, which I knew contained several
dirty diapers.  Mom was already sealing the bags and pulling them
out of the trash cans before I could get to them as I intended to
do.  As mom was closing up one of them she said "there's that
awful smell again!  Where is that coming from?", she said.
     I knew where it was from, and so did Tina.  We just kept
working, loading scraps of wood and other debris from dad's
workshop into the back of the truck.  I kept looking back at mom,
hoping she wouldn't start sifting through the garbage to find out
where that smell was coming from.  There was so much other stuff
tossed in there that she probably thought it was the aggregation
of the refuse-- rather than one particular element-- that
contributed to the stench.
     As I was still tired, I decided to take a break.  In dad's
shop was a stack of old, weathered wood that we hadn't yet moved. 
I sat down on it, only to discover that I had sat on a nail. 
While the diapers did well to reduce the impact, I still felt the
nail push through the diapers and into my butt, enough for it to
cause pain.
     "Ouch!", I yelled.  I got up and realized what had happened.
     Mom, who was nearby, heard me.  "What, Randy?  What did you
do?"
     "I sat on a nail!"
     "Oooh", mom winced.  She then looked at the large nail
sticking up.  "Let's take a look at it."
     "But, mom, I'm uh, I'm  okay."
     "How can you be okay, Randy?  Come on, I don't want you to
get tetanus."
     "Mom, tetanus doesn't come from rusty nails", Tina said with
such authority.  "I read it in a book at school.  It comes from
manure and other contaminents that might be on the nail. Besides,
look at the nail; it's not even rusty!"
     "Well, I'm not taking any chances", mom insisted.  "Drop your
shorts so I can take a look."
     I just sat there.  First and foremost, I didn't want my mom
to see my diapers.  Tina was also still standing there, and I
wasn't one to bare my buttocks in her presence.
     "She needs to make sure you didn't get brain damage!", Tina
remarked as she laughed.
     "Tina!", mom scolded.  "Now that wasn't very nice!"
     "It was just a joke!", Tina defended.
     "Randy, I need to see if you need to go to the doctor!  Now
just let me look!"  Mom was getting impatient.  I still
hesitantly sat there, knowing what would be revealed if I pulled
the shorts down.
     "Randy, I've changed your diapers, so it's not like I've
never seen your bare bottom before."
     How strange she mentioned diapers!  I couldn't just expose
my diapers to her.  I had to at least get them out from under my
shorts.  I made a quick escape as I got up and ran out of the
workshop.
     "Randy!  Come back here!", yelled mom.  I quickly ran behind
the shop and quickly pulled the diapers out from beneath my
shorts.  I just tossed them on the ground to get them off of me,
hoping mom wouldn't walk back there.  I then ran back into the
shop where mom was waiting with her hands on her hips.
     "Okay, go ahead and check", I said.
     "What was that all about?", she asked.  I knew I was close
to getting caught for sure.
     "I wanted you to go back there where nobody would see us.",
I said.
     "We can do it right here; no one will see us", said mom. 
Even without the diapers I was embarrassed to have to expose my
bare butt to my mom.  Tina got up and said "I'll leave so he
won't be embarrassed."  I turned around and saw her walk by the
window on the side of dad's shop, going towards the back.  I
figured that she knew what I did and took my diapers so that I
could put them back on later.
     With my shorts pulled down, mom examined my left buttock,
where I told her where I sat on the nail.
     "All I see is a small red spot.  I don't know how such a
nail didn't do more than it did.  Well, you look okay.  Pull your
shorts back up. There!  That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
     It could have been had I not gotten the diapers off!
     Mom walked over to the board and examined the nail.  She ran
her finger along its point.  "Ooh!", she said, flinching from
apparently underestimating it's sharpness.  "That is strange",
mom remarked.  "It must have been the way you sat down on it,
Randy;  it's a sharp nail."
     In a way, it was how I sat on it.  This was a close one!  I
began to wonder how much longer I could wear diapers before some
other incident gave away the fact that I was wearing them.  I ran
back into the house where Tina was waiting.
     "Randy! You need to get back to work so we can get off to
the dump!", mom hollered.
     "I'm thirsty!", I said as an excuse to go in the house. 
Actually, I really was thirsty so I did get a drink of water to 
justify my going into the house.
     "Tell Tina to get back out here, too!", mom yelled.
     Tina was sitting in the living room.  She knew I wanted my
diapers back.  "I hid them under your bed upstairs", she said. 
"You're lucky I'm covering for you!"
     I immediately ran to my room and rediapered myself with the
three diapers Tina tossed under there for me.  I needed some kind
of protection against sitting on nails, I thought somewhat
jokingly.  It turned out that the diapers spared me from a lot of
pain and possibly a trip to the doctor.
     Just as I was coming back down the stairs, mom was standing
there.  "Randy!  Stop dawdling and get the rest of that wood
loaded!", she commanded.  "And watch out for nails!", she added
as some sort of a reminder.
     We finally got all of the wood and other debris loaded as we
got into the truck.  I didn't particularly like trips to the
dump, especially in the summer when the heat caused the trash to
smell at its worst.  We got to the big rubbish pile where are
noses were assaulted by a such a sickening stench.
     The three of us quickly unloaded the back of the truck.  Mom
tossed one of the garbage bags onto the pile.  The tie on the bag
came loose and spilled garbage as it hit the ground.  Mom noticed
that a diaper poured out with the other trash.  Its light-blue
surface clashed brightly against the other trash.  It was one of
the diapers that I had soiled quite heavily.
     "Is that a diaper?", mom asked rhetorically.  "How did that
get in our trash?"
     Mom then looked at me as if she suspected something.  I had
to say the first thing that came to mind.  "I think those noises
I heard this morning was someone using our trash cans."  It
wasn't a lie.  After all, I was the "someone" making the noises
and using the trash cans to dispose of the diapers.  Mom just
stared at me, as if she knew more than I wanted her to know.  I
turned and looked at Tina.  She held a straight face and said
nothing. We then finished unloading the rest of the trash.  I
took the "precaution" of grabbing the other garbage bags and
dropping them on the pile more gently to avoid a repeat of what
happened with the first garbage bag.  As I continued with the
rest of the stuff, I remembered how much I hated the dump.
     "Mom, why don't we just have the garbage men pick up our
trash?", I asked in protest of going to the dump.
     "For one, it's too expensive.  We'd have to pay extra since
we live in the county and not the city limits.  We also needed to
get rid of all this old wood anyway."
     I hated the fact that we lived just beyond the city limits. 
I wished the trash collectors would have made an expection since
we lived so close to city limits, but it didn't work that way.

I was glad to get back in the truck and out of that place! 
Just as we left the dump, I needed to pee.  After having two
close calls today, I debated whether to use the diapers with mom
in my presence.  I managed to hold it until we got home.  I
immediately ran upstairs and went into my room.  I sat on the
floor and wet the diapers.  After I finished wetting I
immediately started changing out of the diapers.  When I had them
completely off I reached under my bed to grab three more diapers. 
I knew the risk of getting caught was as high as ever, but I
didn't want to give up my diapers.  I was completely naked from
the waist down when my mom knocked on my door.
     "Randy?  Do you have your laundry ready?"
     "Shit!", I thought.  I stood there motionless, thinking how
and why this was happening, how I was suddenly subjected to so
many close calls with my mom in one day.
     "Randy!  Are you in there?", she yelled.
     "Yes, mom.  I'm changing."  I was changing diapers, but I
didn't want her to know that.  I slid the pile of wet diapers
under my bed with my foot just to get the diapers out of mom's
sight.
     I just had my underwear on, which was good for now.  Along
with the three wet diapers, I slid the three clean ones under the
bed.  I opened the door.
     "Is your laundry ready?"
     "Yes."
     I handed her my basket of dirty socks, shirts, shorts and
underwear.
     "Why are you changing?", she asked.  Here we go again.
     "The air at the dump made my clothes stink."
     "So why do you still have your shirt on?"  I think mom was
finally onto something, or I was just being apprehensive.  I
couldn't think of anything plausible now.
     "Randy, what's going on?"  Now what could I say?  I was at a
total loss for words.
     Mom started sniffing the air.  "It smells like someone peed
their pants in here", mom said.  She then looked down at my
underwear.  The three diapers still didn't hold all of the urine
as some of it leaked into my underwear.
     "Did you wet your pants, Randy?", mom asked.
     "Uh, yes, mom.  I did", I confessed.
     "You've been acting strange lately, Randy.  Especially
today.  Now I know why."
     Mom then turned around and left the room with my laundry,
saying nothing more. I dashed across the hall to Tina's room,
where she had retreated since we got home.
     "Tina!", I yelled through the door.  She opened her door and
said "what do you want?"
     "Tina!  I think mom knows about my diapers!", I told her.
"What do I do?"
     "I dunno, what do you think?  They're your diapers, you
found them, you wanted to wear them.  I dunno, Randy.  I'm afraid
that's your problem."  She then closed the door. "No, Tina! 
Wait!  I need to talk to you!  You've been covering for me!"
     She opened the door back up again.  "What do you want me to
do?  What can I do?"
     "Well, what should I say if she finds out?"
     "Tell her you found some diapers in the parking lot and you
thought you'd try wearing them!  It's the truth!  She'll probably
just tell you that you're too old to wear them!"
     It wasn't much help.  I never prepared myself for what I'd
tell my mom if I got caught.  I never anticipated how my mom
would react.  I mean, I knew that she wouldn't approve of it, but
how she would actually respond, I just didn't know.  I went back
into my room and retrieved the wet diapers that I slid under the
bed.  In a desperate attempt to quickly dispose of them, I
dropped them straight down from my window. There was a large
shrub directly below my window.  If I could drop them behind the
shrub, they would be hidden there, where I could later sneak them
over to the nearby trash cans.  I managed to execute my plan
successfully.  I feared that getting caught was so imminent I
didn't even want to wear my diapers at this point.  I decided
that I would wait until I went to bed tonight to wear them. 
Without wearing diapers, I slipped a pair of shorts over my
underwear on and went downstairs.
     Mom called me into the wash room.
     "I went through your underwear.  It looks like you've been
wetting your pants quite a bit.  I even noticed you've also 
pooped in some of them.  Why are you doing this, Randy?"
     I finally had to confess to what I was doing.  "Mom, I don't
know how to tell you this."
     "Take your time. I'm listening."  Mom just stood there,
putting the laundry on hold as she stared at me.
     "I was riding home from Darrell's one day and I found some
diapers in the parking lot."
     "You found some diapers?"
     "They were just sitting there in the parking lot and I
picked them up and brought them home.  I've been putting them in
my underwear...and using them."
     "Why, Randy?  Why would you do such a thing?  I don't
understand."
     "I just thought I'd try wearing them.  I was just wondering
what it would be like to wear them again."
     "You're ten years old now, Randy.  You don't need diapers
anymore.  I thought something was strange about finding dirty
diapers in our garbage.  Now I know why everything stinks all of
a sudden!  Do you still have any diapers in your room?"
     Feeling guilty enough already-- too guilty to lie any more-- 
I said "yes.  I'll go get them."
     A few minutes later I came back downstairs, carrying what
remained of my diaper supply.  Halfway down, it occurred to me
that I should have at least grabbed a few of them and then handed
mom the rest.  I mean, she didn't know how many I had anyway.  It
was too late to turn back upstairs.  Instead, I reached into the
package and grabbed several diapers, ready to toss them up the
stairs where I could retrieve them later.  Mom, who was waiting
at the bottom of the stairs, saw what I was trying to do.  "No,
Randy! I want ALL of them!", she demanded.
     I hated to do it, but I handed the entire package over to
mom, along with the diapers I had hoped to save for myself.  "I'm
sure Mrs. Lane's boy could use these", mom remarked.  Mrs. Lane,
incidentally, was a friend of my mom's who had a three-year-old
boy still wearing diapers.  "Great, their just his size, too!  I
think they're a tad bit small for you, Randy."  Mom patted me on
the butt as she said that.
     I went back upstairs, already having realized that I gave up
the diapers that brought me so much pleasure to wear.  The rest
of the night passed as it usually did.  By the time it was dark I
was in bed in my underwear-- no diapers-- just my briefs and a
shirt.
     I just lied there, mentally kicking myself for handing my
diapers over to mom.  I missed wearing diapers to bed!  I wanted
to just mess my underwear while lying in bed, but that wouldn't
have been the same as doing it in diapers.
     I couldn't stand it any longer.  Mom and dad had already
gone to bed by the time I got back up.  I went downstairs and out
to the laundry room.  I groped around to find the flashlight that
was usually kept on top of the dryer.  After I found it I looked
around for the diapers, hoping to find them there.  I looked on
the shelves and in the cabinets and just about everywhere else. 
Finally, demonstrating Murphy's Law-- that something will always
be in the last place one looks-- I turned around and looked
behind the door.  Ah, yes!  There it was!  The blue package with
which I had so regretfully parted!  I grabbed three diapers and
tip-toed my way back upstairs.  I wanted to grab more, but mom
probably had at least a vague idea of how many were in the pack,
so I didn't want her to notice that any were missing.
Delightfully, I put the diapers on underneath my briefs.  I
didn't need to go to the bathroom so I didn't use the diapers
right away, but at least I had them on.  I peacefully and happily
went to sleep.
     The next morning I woke up in diapers as I had recently
gotten accustomed to, only to quickly remember that these were
the only diapers I had. I needed to pee. Should I use them now? 
Why not?  It was Friday, and I would get my allowance paid the
next day. Then I could buy another pack of diapers!  I'd just
have to be more careful with them!  For now, I could sneak more
diapers out of the blue package to get me through the day.  I
hoped that my mom didn't pay that much attention to how many
were in the pack.
     Before I actually used the diapers, I wanted to make sure I
would have diapers to get me through the day.  I first checked
to make sure that mom was outside.  I went to the blue package 
awaiting Mrs. Lane's boy and pulled three more diapers out. I 
hoped that mom didn't see how many diapers were in the package 
before I handed them over.  I knew I was taking a chance now, 
but I couldn't help it.
     Now I had six diapers, enough for today. I realized that if
I only wore two at a time, they would last longer.  I pulled out
one of the three diapers from my underwear and included that
diaper with the other three I had re-claimed.  I ran upstairs and
stashed the four of them under my bed, making extra sure that
they were out of view.
     With two diapers on, I wet into them.  I took my shorts off
first to avoid getting them wet, too, plus to get the visual
appeal of seeing the diapers on me.  I had to poop a little too,
and had done so.  I didn't want to risk sneaking the diapers out
to the garbage and decided to leave them on, in spite of being
wet and poopy.
     It occurred to me that I forgot about the other diapers I
tossed down behind the shrub.  I slipped my shorts on and ran
down to grab them.  Just as I headed out the back door, mom was
coming into the house.
     "Where are you going in such a hurry?"
     "Uh, uh, I'm going for a bike ride."
     "Where are you riding?  You're not going far, are you?"
     "Uh, no.  Just along the creek."
     "Okay.  Be careful!", she advised.  Whew!  The way I thought
of that last-second excuse, I figured she'd get me for sure!
     Mom was back in the house, where I could safely retrieve the
diapers behind the shrubs.  I quickly seized the diapers and
deposited them in the trash at once.
     I then walked towards the back of dad's shop where I parked
my bike, pretending to be leaving for a bike ride along the creek
as I had told my mom.  I just started going down the driveway
when mom came back out and stopped me.
     "Hold it!  I want to check something!", said mom. "Get off
your bike!", she said.  I just stood there waiting to find out
what she wanted to check.   She went behind me and pulled my
shorts down.  "Ha!  Just as I thought!  I figured you'd sneak
some of those diapers before I took them to Mrs. Lane!  Now get
those diapers off!  I can tell you've used them already!"
     I went into the downstairs bathroom to remove the diapers
and to clean myself up.  I came back out a few minutes later
carrying the dirty diapers.  I went out to the trash and disposed
of them.  Mom knew I was wearing them, so there was no point
trying to sneak them out this time.  Once again I was un-
diapered, which was something I now didn't like.
     "I'm going to Mrs. Lane's", said my mom, taking the blue
package of diapers with her.  "I had better not see you wearing
any diapers when I get back."  She then left.  Tina came
downstairs and saw me standing there disappointed.
     "So mom took away the rest of your diapers?"
     "She did."  I didn't even want Tina to know I still kept a
few for myself.
     "Mom is right, you know.  Most ten-year-olds don't wear
diapers."
     "Maybe they do, Tina.  They just don't tell everybody.  I
don't go around school and tell everybody."
     "Okay, ten-year-olds aren't *supposed* to wear diapers;
how's that?"
     "I wish most kids like me would wear them, then maybe I
could wear them because I like to wear them."
     "Only you, Randy", Tina said as she sighed.
     Mom came home about an hour later.  Right as she came in
through the door she was on me.  "I want you to take your shorts
off right now!", she said sternly.
     "What?"
     "I said take your shorts off!"
     Obeying mom, I pulled my shorts down and stood there in

front of her in only my underwear.  I didn't understand what was
going on.  I was just minding my own business when mom approached
me like I was in trouble again.  As far as I knew, I wasn't doing
anything wrong. 
     "Good, you're not wearing any diapers!  I want you to stay
in your underwear so I can see that you don't wear any diapers! 
I know you've sneaked some out of that bag.  I'm just making sure
you don't get to use them!"
     I spent the rest of the day in my underwear.  Mom even went
upstairs and took away all of my pants and shorts so that I
couldn't wear them to conceal any diapers I may have put on. 
"Where are the rest of the diapers you took?", she asked.
     "I don't have them, mom!"
     "Don't you lie to me, young man!  Give me the rest of those
diapers!"
     Once again she had me.  I reached under the bed and gave her
the last four diapers.  Now I didn't have any more diapers!
     Mom then had me bend over on the bed.  She had me pull my
underwear down as she smacked my leather belt across my behind. 
"This is what you get for lying! ", she yelled as she
administered a dozen or so whacks.  I was crying as the stinging
pain afflicted me.  After I calmed down I looked at my butt in
the mirror, noting the reddish-colored marks where the belt
struck me.
     Dad came home that evening and was surprised to see that I
was "ready for bed" so early.  So far, dad had absolutely no idea
of what was going on with my diapers.  Mom told him that I was in
trouble and by taking my pants away, I couldn't leave the house. 
In other words, I was grounded, for two weeks.  She didn't tell
dad the primary purpose for making me go around in my underwear
all day.
     I was also sent to bed early, which only made matters worse. 
I planned on spending my time in bed wearing the diapers that I
kept.  I didn't have any idea what mom did with the diapers that
she confiscated so I had no idea where to look for them.  As I
was feeling upset, I said "screw the diapers, I'll go in my
underwear!"
     I knew that I would regret doing this later as I would
probably get caught and get in more trouble.  I knew that I was
in an irrational mode of thinking, but I was upset and I just
wanted to do it, just for the sheer sake of naughtiness.
     I did, however, lie on my floor so that I could keep my bed
clean and clean up the mess from the floor. It took me awhile
to start wetting.  I even stopped for a moment, momentarily
thinking of what I was doing in a realistic sense, only to
quickly return to doing what I had intended.
     I began wetting my briefs.  It felt exciting to feel the
warm urine pouring all around me, but something just was not
there, the bulk of a diaper.  Having just a pair of underpants
on did not produce the same kind of feeling that a diaper did.
I got up and wiped up the mess, a fairly large puddle, off of
my hardwood floor.  I used my underwear, already soaked with
urine, to wipe up the puddle.  I had to grab another pair of
dirty underwear to wipe up the rest of the puddle.  I put on
a clean, dry pair of underwear and went into the bathroom to
wash my hands.
     While I was washing my hands, it occurred to me that I
could wear more than just one pair of underwear.  If I put on a
few extra pairs, then it would feel thick, somewhat like a
diaper.  I got back to my room and opened up my underwear drawer. 
It looked like I still had a dozen clean pairs left.  I figured
the more I put on, the thicker and more diaper-like it would be. 
I started putting on the extra underwear, one pair at a time,
until I was wearing nine or ten pairs.  There were three left in
the drawer when it got to where my underwear was getting too
thick for any more pairs to fit.  I was satisfied with what I
had.  I never tried doing this before and I wasn't sure how
effective of a diaper it would create.  I hoped that I would need
to go to the bathroom before falling asleep to test it out. 
Instead I ended up falling asleep.  The next morning, when I woke
up, I looked down and remembered what I did.  My underwear, now
in multiple layers, was bulging out from it's thickness.  I
needed to pee really bad, too.   Now was my chance to try out my
improvised "diaper".

As I lied there cozily in my bed, I listened to a steady
rain falling outside.  The temperature outside had dropped to
what felt like fifty degrees, perhaps only forty-five degrees,
making my room, with the window open, feel just as cold.  I
needed to go to the bathroom, but I didn't feel like getting out
of my warm bed.  I had my "diaper" on-- some ten or twelve pairs
of underwear worn together-- so I decided to try using it right
there.
     As the underwear was so tight, it was hard to get myself
started, but after allowing myself to relax, I let it pour out. 
I could feel it running all around the inside of my underwear,
getting soaked up by the many layers of cotton.  This was so
exciting to me as I felt like I as wearing a full-size diaper
that fit me, not just a bunch of baby diapers stuffed inside of
one pair of underwear.
     It took awhile for the last of my urine to stream out, but
as I stopped peeing, I felt it soak all the way through to the
topmost pair.  Then it started to leak out.  I stopped for a
moment and got out of bed  I before getting the sheets any more
wet.
     I got out of my bed and felt the initial blast of cool air
against my legs.  I stood there and let the rest of my pee out,
letting it drip onto the floor.  I grabbed an old bed sheet that
was stashed in my closet and laid it down on the puddle that I
created. I pulled the soaked and messed "diaper" off of me and
wiped the excess wetness off of me using a dirty T-shirt from my
laundry.   
      Right away I put on another dozen or so pairs of underwear
and went downstairs to join Tina, who was watching Saturday
morning cartoons.  I went into the living room and sat down on
the couch next to her.  After a half hour or so at a commercial
break, I got up to pour a bowl of cereal.  That's when Tina
finally noticed that I had a dozen pairs of underwear on.
     "Randy!  What's with all the underwear?"
     "I'm surprised you didn't notice earlier!", I told her.
"Since mom took away my diapers, I decided to use my underwear
instead, at least until I get some more diapers."
     "What?  You're putting on extra underwear, for a *diaper?*"
     "It worked for me last night!"  To an extent, it did, but I
didn't want her to know that it leaked on me.
     Tina looked at me straight in the eyes and said, "You don't
give up, Randy, do you?"
     "Not very easily."
     "Are you going to let mom see you like that?", Tina asked.
     "Of course!  What can she say?  I'm not wearing diapers,
am I?"
     "No, but she'll get the idea anyway."
     Mom and dad had left to attend an auction where dad was
selling some of the furniture he had been building.  I expected
them to be gone until at least noon, so I knew that I had awhile
to roam around the house in my thickly-layered diaper-like
underwear, perhaps even make a mess in it before they got home. 
     At around 11:30, while Tina was fixing lunch, I needed to go
to the bathroom.  I knew that I would get in big trouble for sure
if mom ever knew I had resorted to using my underwear to fulfill
my wishes to wear diapers.  There was such a rush that went
through me as I anticipated dumping my load into the underwear. 
I sat at the kitchen table waiting for Tina to pour me my bowl of
soup and put a couple of sandwiches together.
     The rush was so great and I had to act upon it.  I remained
in the chair as I got on my knees and felt my padded rear end
plant down on the heels of my feet.  I pushed the load out and
felt it spread and cover the entire seat of my underwear.  It was
even more of a rush to do it while Tina was standing at the
kitchen counter, the feeling of doing it in her presence but
without her knowing.
     Just as I sat myself back down Tina was ready to serve
lunch.  I felt the squishy, sticky mass of poop smeared all over
my buttocks as I sat back down in the chair.  A couple minutes
later Tina stopped eating and looked up at me and taking a whiff
of the air.

     "Phew!  Randy, did you just shit in your undies?"
     The rush feeling was overwhelming.  Nervously, I said "yes".
     "Hurry up and eat!  You'd better get yourself cleaned up
before mom and dad get back from the auction!", she advised.
"They usually get home at around noon after the auction."
     I ate the rest of my soup and my sandwiches before getting
up to get myself cleaned off.  Just as I was finishing my glass
of milk, mom and dad came home, entering through the back door
which led into the kitchen.
     "Hi Tina!  Hi Randy!", mom greeted us.  "Boy is it raining
out there!", mom commented.
     "How was the auction?", Tina asked.
     "Your dad got over $500 for all his furniture!  They were
really bidding on his stuff!"
     "That's great!", I commented.
     Tina had since gotten up to start on the large stack of
dishes that had accumulated over the last few days.  She and
mom kept talking about the auction and other things while I sat
there and waited to have a chance to at least go upstairs. Now
that mom was standing there, I didn't want to get caught
wearing several pairs of underwear with a big mess in them.
Without the mess, I could easily just get up and explain that
I wasn't wearing diapers, but having a mess in my underwear,
such an excuse was void.
     "Randy, give your sister a hand with the dishes", mom
told me.  I hesitated before getting up, but I couldn't just sit
there.  As I pushed my chair in mom noticed that I was wearing
several pairs of underwear.
     "What are you wearing Randy??", mom asked, surprised to see
me dressed in such a manner.
     "It's underwear", I said.
     "I see that, good gosh!  How many pairs do you have on?!"
     "Probably ten or twelve", I said.
     Mom walked closer to me and pulled back on the waistbands
to see how many pairs I was wearing.  Of course mom smelled the
mess hidden underneath all of it.
     "You messed in your underwear!", she said.  "I can smell
it!"
     I knew that I was in trouble.
     "Why do you do this, Randy?", mom asked.
     "I don't know mom.  I...just always wanted to wear diapers,
and when you took away my diapers I found I came up with this
idea."
     "You really want to wear diapers?"  Mom looked disgusted.
     "Uhh...yes."  If I said "no", mom would have known I was
lying.
     "Come on, Tina, I've got an errand to run!", mom said.
     "Can I go?", I asked.
     "No!  You march into that bathroom and get yourself cleaned
up right now!"
     Mom and Tina put their coats on and left for the "errand"
they needed to run.  In the meantime I went into the bathroom and
pulled the messy underwear off.  I stepped into the shower and
sprayed off the mess that was smeared all over my backside. After
I was done cleaning up I went upstairs and put on the last of my
clean underwear, about eight pairs.
     About thirty minutes later mom and Tina came back from their
errand.  They came in carrying some large bags.
     "Get upstairs and get that underwear off!", mom shouted.
     I had a feeling that I was about to get put into diapers.
Mom and Tina both came into my bedroom behind me.  Mom was
carrying a stack of diapers.  Tina had a pair of rubber pants
in her hands, plus some baby powder and oil.
     "Thanks, Tina", mom said.  "Just set those things on his
dresser for now."
     "Randy, from now on you will be wearing diapers", mom said
with very little tone or inflection.  It was merely stated as
to be a fact.  "Get on your bed."  Again, not much tone, just a
direct command.
     I couldn't believe this!  I was getting to wear diapers. I
didn't even show any signs of objecting to having to wear them. 
I said nothing and let mom do her thing.
     Mom asked Tina to hand her the oil and the powder, which mom
applied generously to my bottom.  Next were the diapers. I turned
my head and looked at the stack of four diapers that had been
placed on my bed next to me.  Each one looked to be very thick,
soft, and absorbent.  I knew that in a few seconds that I would
be wearing one of them, or at least I was thinking it would only
be one of them.  Instead, mom picked up all four of them and
folded them together.  She slid the thick diapers underneath me
and then wrapped them around me.  "Hand me the pins", mom told
Tina.  I didn't even know why Tina had to be there.  All she was
doing was standing next to mom observing what was going on.  She
looked to be amused, yet surprised that mom was actually going
through with this.
     Mom secured each pin, ensuring that the diapers were tightly
in place.  Last were the rubber pants.  They were translucent
white and very big.  I didn't think they would fit, but after mom
got them over my diapers, they fit quite snugly.
     "Okay, you're done, Randy!"
     Before I got up I became aware of just how thick the diapers
were.  I couldn't close my legs at all!  They were much thicker
than twelve pairs of underwear!  I also wasn't used to the feel
of rubber pants on top of them.  "Come downstairs after you get
used to them", mom said.
     I walked over to my mirror to see what they looked like on
me.  I was blown away at the sight of how much they bulged
outward.  They were hardly discreet!  Anyone who saw me would
know that I was in diapers, big, enormously thick diapers!
So far I felt pretty good about getting put into diapers.  I
hoped it wouldn't be long before I had to use them.
     When I went downstairs mom told me to have a seat on the
couch across from the recliner in which she usually sat.  Tina
was sitting next to me.
     "You wanted to wear diapers, Randy, now you're wearing
them", mom began.  "You may think this is all great, but you may
think differently after awhile.
     "First, you won't be wearing any pants.  They don't fit you
anymore, and you really don't need them anyway.  Second, you have
to let Tina change you when I'm not around.  Third, you can't
change them yourself;  that's my job.  Now what do you think?"
     Even knowing Tina may change me a few times I was still
pretty cool about it.  "That's fine", I said, accepting the
conditions to which I was to be subjected.  I did have some
concerns.  "What about when people come over?  Will they se me in
diapers?"
     "Yes."
     "Even Tina's friends?"
     "Yes, Randy.  Are you having seconds thoughts about this
already?"
     I was feeling that rush again as I anticipated Tina bringing
her best friend Debra over.  I said "no".
     "Okay, then I'll just call Debra over right now", Tina said. 
She got up and invited Debra to visit right away.
     "What about school?"
     "Tina, hand me the other bags please", mom instructed her to
do before making her phone call.
     Mom reached into one of the bags and pulled out what looked
like a pair of boys' briefs, but thicker, more like training
pants.
     "You'll be wearing these", mom said, "but only at school. 
You still have to wear your big diapers at home."
     I thought that mom was going too far to make we wear
absorbent underpants to school.  "Can I just use the toilet at
school?  I don't want all the kids to know about it."
     "Too bad, Randy.  You chose to wear diapers, and I would
make you wear your big ones to school if it weren't so
impractical.  I'd have to buy you bigger pants and I decided to
at least allow you to be more discreet at school, not that others
won't find out anyway."
     Mom then went through the rest of the stuff in the bags. 
There were more diapers, absorbent underpants for use at school,
plus more pairs of rubber pants and more supplies of powder,
pins, and oil.  As mom put the diapers and plastic pants back
into the bags, she gave them to me and told me to empty out my
underwear drawer and replace them with the diapers.  I was to
come back with all of my underwear in the bags.  Since I had worn
the last of my clean underwear the drawers were empty anyway.  I
filled up the drawers with the diapers and the plastic pants and
then returned to the downstairs with two empty bags.
     "Didn't you have any underwear up there?", mom asked.
     "Yeah, but it's all dirty."
     "Well, go get it.  I'll wash it and then figure out what to
do with it.  Maybe your friend Darrell can use it when he gets
back, he's about your size."
     If Darrell knew what I had done in some of that underwear he
may not want to wear it.  What was of more concern to me was how
Darrell would respond when he got back from his vacation, only to
discover that his best friend had been put in diapers over the
summer.
     While I was sitting there on the couch dad came in. 
Apparently he had been told what was going on.  "You happy now,
son?  Your momma got you some diapers, I see."
     "Yeah, dad."
     "I guess you don't wanna be a big boy, do you?"
     "I want to wear diapers", I responded.
     "Well, you got 'em!  That makes you a baby  A ten-year-old
baby boy!  Ain't never heard of no ten-year-old in diapers!  What
does that tell you, son?"
     "That most kids don't tell their parents they want to wear
diapers."
     "Are you tellin' me you kids all want to wear diapers?"
     "There's probably a lot of kids that do, dad."
     "I don't 'magin' there's too many, but I guess if I wound up
with a kid that does, then you're probably right-- there prob'bly
are other kids, I just can't think of my own boy as bein' one of
them.  I was hopin' you was gonna grow up and be a strong, hard-
working boy like your dad, but I guess that ain't gonna be."
     Dad went back out to his shop.  He didn't seem to be in
strong disagreement, other than that I may have violated his
expectations of me.
     A lot of changes-- diapers aside-- lied ahead.

So there I was, wearing diapers just like a little kid.
It had only been about a half hour since the diapers had been
put on me.  The baby diapers that I found in the parking lot,
and even the dozen pairs of underwear I was wearing, were
nothing compared to the diapers I was wearing.  Even if they
were only half as thick would they seem much bigger and heavier
than what I had on before.
     I was unable to close my legs.  The crotch of the diapers
stuffed tightly in between my legs forced me to waddle.  Every
time I sat down I felt like I was sitting on a pillow.  It
took awhile to get used to the rustling of the plastic pants.
     I had to get accustomed to knowing that every time that
Tina, or mom or dad, or anybody saw me, the first thing they
would notice is the thick diapers I was wearing.  The way they
bulged out made them highly conspicuous.  I stopped and asked
myself if I was ready for this.  I didn't feel like I was
being punished, after all, I did more or less ask for it.  I
was becoming aware of how wearing diapers would involve more
than what I anticipated.
     There was one other thing I had to get used to, and that
was no more toilet!  The upstairs bathroom was now exclusively
Tina's, which she didn't mind.  At least now the seat was
always back down and she no longer complained when I forgot
to flush.  Whenever I peed or pooped, I would have to go to
mom-- or perhaps Tina if mom wasn't available-- to change my
diaper.
     Debra, as per Tina's invitation, stopped by as I expected.
I stayed in my room, thinking that I wasn't ready for all of
this.  When Tina knocked on the door I said nothing, pretending
to be asleep.
     "Randy, I know you're in there!", Tina yelled.
     Pretending that I had just awakened, I used a groggy voice
and said "what do you want?"
     Tina then opened the door and came in with Debra right
behind her.
     "Oh, I'm sorry to have disturbed your nap", she said,
thinking that I had been resting.
     "That's okay", I replied, going along with it.
     "You're not just going to lie there all day, are you?"
     I knew she wouldn't buy it if I told her I was feeling
sick.  She knew I was avoiding allowing Debra to see me in
diapers.  I figured that sooner or later Debra would catch
me wearing diapers.  Might as well get it over with.
     I pulled back the covers and got up from the bed.  Debra
looked at me with her mouth and eyes both wide open.  Then
she started laughing.
     "Are those DIAPERS you're wearing, Randy?", she asked.
     "Well, uh, yes", I said.
     "Do you just wear them, or..."
     "He uses them too", Tina added.
     "I've never seen anyone as old as you wearing diapers
before.  Well, I guess there's always a first time for
everything."
     "What did you guys come up here for?", I asked.
     "Nothing.  I just wanted Debra to see you in your new
diapers", Tina answered.
     "They look really cute on you, Randy.  No need to be
embarrassed", Debra "reassured" me.
     It continued to rain on and off throughout the day, so
Tina and Debra were indoors all day long.  There wasn't
much of anything else to do but to sit in my room and read
comic books and played with my race cars.  My wooden floor
made for a perfect race track; the surface was great for
pushing Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars on.  Saturday afternoon
television, especially without cable, offered little to
watch.
     Debra and Tina helped mom shuck some of the corn that
they picked earlier in the week.  I got bored in my room
and went downstairs to join them and help them.
     "You need a change yet?", mom asked.
     "No.  I'll let you know."
     "Okay, you know that you'll get a rash if you go un-
changed for too long."
     "Yes, mom, I do", I replied.  Debra looked like she was
holding back a giggle.
     Towards the latter part of the afternoon I needed to use
the diapers for the first time.  I only needed to pee,  My
inclination was to get up and use the toilet, but I knew that
this was no longer.  It took me awhile to let my bladder
muscles relax so that I could start peeing into the massive
diapers.  Finally I began peeing.  I felt the warm liquid
fill up the front of the diaper and trickle down to the
crotch, spreading the wetness all around.
      I wanted to feel the wet sensation before asking for a
change.  I waited about ten or fifteen minutes before going
up to mom and quietly telling her that I was wet.  I felt like
a little kid again, reminiscing of the times when I reported
accidents to my mom:

     "Mommy!  I go poo poo!  I go big poo poo!"
     "Randy!  When are you going to start using the toilet?"
     "I not use the toilet.  I go poo poo in my dia-per!"
     "I guess so, until you start using the toilet..."

     That was when I was about four years old when my mom was
still struggling with toilet training me.  Six years later and
I was saying much of the same thing.
     "Mom, I wet my diapers", I whispered to her.
     "YOU WET YOUR DIAPERS?!", mom exclaimed, knowing that I
would feel self-conscious.  "Well, let's go change your *wet
diapers* and put you into some *DRY DIAPERS!*"
     I went upstairs and lied on my bed.  Mom pulled off the
rubber pants and the soaked diapers.  After cleaning me up
she grabbed another four diapers and put them on in much the
same fashion she did earlier in the afternoon.  Ensuring that
I was pinned into them tightly, she pulled on another pair of
rubber pants, ensuring they were well in place.  She gave me
a pat on the bottom and sent me off to go play again.
     Other than being in diapers, and constantly thinking
about the fact that I was wearing them, it was a lot like any
other evening.  Dad kept looking at me strangely.  It was
hard for dad to get used to the idea that his son was wearing
diapers again.  Dad was a firm, well-disciplined man who
learned the virtues of good, honest hard work when he grew
up and wanted his son to follow his example.  Diapers just
didn't seem to fit into helping to develop this work ethic
very well, according to dad.  I don't know if he was more
disappointed in me because I wanted to wear them, or if he
was disappointed in mom for letting me wear them.  Dad
didn't say much at the dinner table that evening.
     Later that evening I had my first bowel movement in the
diapers.  It was one of those times when I suddenly had to
go and was given little warning.  I was used to crossing my
legs to hold it back until it receded and I could get to the
toilet, but the diapers were just too thick to allow me to
restrain the flow, so it just came out, right into the
diaper.
     Again, I went to mom and told her that I needed another
diaper change.  Back upstairs we went.  Mom started taking
the diapers off and saw that I had pooped in them this time.
"Boy, are you a messy one!", mom commented.  She got me all
cleaned up and rediapered before going to bed.  Only this
time it wasn't four diapers, but six!  Mom explained to me
that night diapers needed to be thicker, even though I
felt that four were plenty thick as it was.
     I was surprised that the rubber pants still fit over
them!  They were tight, but certainly secure.  I went
back downstairs and had a bowl of ice cream with Tina.
     "So when do I get to change you?", she asked me.
     "You won't", I replied.
     "I will", she countered.  "When mom can't change you,
I get to do it instead.  They're going over see Uncle Jack
and Aunt Beverly tomorrow to take them out to breakfast."
     "Do we get to go?"
     "No, and you don't want to go, anyway.  They're going
to that restaurant that you and I both hate.  I don't know
why they like that place, but I think it sucks.  Then,
you know how mom and dad like to visit with Uncle Jack and
Aunt Beverly.  You'll be bored to death!  Remember last
time?"
     "Uh huh.  It drove me crazy."
     "You can't go anywhere in those diapers anyway", Tina
added.
     I liked to wear my diapers and enjoyed wearing them, but
I wished that I could at least be allowed to wear just regular
underwear and pants when I needed to, but mom said that I wasn't
allowed to wear pants anymore, except for school and when we
went to someplace public.  And then I would have to wear
special absorbent underwear so I could at least get my pants
on over them.
     "Look, I'll invite Debra over tomorrow and I'll make a
big breakfast for all of us, and then we'll play some games and
have fun, how's that sound?"
     "Sounds fine", I said.
     I went to bed that evening and had a hard time getting used
to having such enormously thick diapers underneath me all the
time.  Lying in bed in diapers proved to be a challenge for
getting into a comfortable position.  I had to keep my legs
apart and get used to sleeping this way.  I used to sleep on my
side, but with my diapers on this was no longer an easy position
in which to sleep.
     The next morning upon waking up I quickly remembered, as I
rolled over, that I was now wearing diapers, real diapers that
fit me, diapers that were meant for serious wetting and messing.
I got up and went downstairs.  I was enticed by the aroma of
the coffee that mom and dad had brewed.  I never could figure
out why coffee smelled better than it tasted.  I went ahead
and poured a glass of orange juice.
     "Good morning, Randy", mom greeted me as she patted me on
the behind.  "How's the diapers?"
     "Uh, they're dry still", I replied.
     "Mornin' Randy", dad said as he kept his face buried in his
newspaper.
     "You know that your dad and I are going to be gone awhile",
mom said, "so when you need a change, you need to let Tina do
it."
     "I know", I said.
     "Okay, because I don't want you waiting for me to get home.
You can't leave those diapers on too long after you've used
them, so since Tina will be here to change you, let her change
you."
     "Okay", I said as I sat down with my orange juice and
grabbed
the comics page.
     A few minutes later dad closed his newspaper.  "Well, better
get goin'", he said.  "Now you stay outta trouble while we're
gone, hear me?", dad always said whenever he and mom left.  I
certainly wasn't going anywhere, so how could I get in trouble?
It was one of those things dad had a habit of telling me.
     Tina came downstairs and joined me at the table, taking
the comics page which I had already read.
     "G'morning, Randy", she said sleepily.
     "Oh, good morning, Tina", I replied.
     "How did you sleep in those diapers?", she asked.
     "They're hard to get used to", I replied.  "They're so big
and thick that have to change my sleeping position now."
     "I'd be afraid of rolling out of bed with those on!", she
commented.
     I started reading other parts of the paper when Tina got up.
     "I'm gonna shower and then call Debra over for breakfast",
she said.  I went through the weekly TV programming guide,
looking at all the good TV shows that I was missing because we
didn't have cable.  I expected to be inside a lot more from now
on, so I wanted to at least have some good programs to watch.
There was certainly nothing of interest on right now on Sunday
morning.  I decided to peruse the ads for all the big retail
outlets in the city.  Around here, the "city" was a town of
60,000, some thirty-five miles away.  It was all relative.
     Tina came out of the shower and went upstairs to get
dressed.  Upon her return she called Debra over for breakfast.
In about twenty minutes Debra showed up.  "How's ol' diaper
boy?", she greeted me.
     "I'm fine", I replied, which implied I accepted her
calling me that.  Not that I did or didn't, it was just small
talk anyway.
     Tina was frying up some bacon and eggs and making toast.
She really did make a good breakfast, better than the rest-
aurant mom and dad went to this morning.  I helped Tina with
setting the plates and the silverware.  After everything
was ready, we all sat down together and had a pretty good
meal, and made by my sister, nonetheless.  I wasn't too shy
to tell Tina she was a good cook, and she knew I meant it.
     I was glad to have Tina for a sister.  She didn't make
a real big deal out of the fact that I was wearing diapers.
She'd tease me about it every now and then, but most often
she just understood that I was a diaper-wearer and left it
at that.
     I helped Tina with the dishes afterwards.  Debra stayed
there and joined us in a game of cards.  Tina taught me how
to play Gin Rummy last week.  She also showed me a couple
other games.  It was still cool and windy outside, so there
wasn't much we could do.  I was in my diapers, but it would
have been okay to play in the back yard.  There were fields
to two sides of the yard, and there was a high fence
between our house and the neighbors next door, so we had
enough privacy that nobody would probably see me.
     After a couple hours passed by I needed to go to the
bathroom.  Both Number One and Two.  Tina and Debra were
sitting opposite of me as we worked together on another
jigsaw puzzle that Tina had been working on.  I took a
moment to sit back to do my business.  I tried to be
inconspicuous about it, hoping that at least Debra
wouldn't notice.  I slowly let it out, my pee filling
up the front of the diaper.  Having to also poop, I sat
up on my heels and let it pour out.  I felt funny to
be doing it right in front of Tina and her best friend.
I just acted like nothing had happened as I sat there
and tried to show no facial signs that would indicate that
I was making my diapers messy.
     I was hesitant to tell Tina that I needed to be changed.
I was hoping that she would have noticed that I was going in
my diaper and she would discreetly hint that she knew.
About fifteen minutes later I was still sitting in my mess.
It had since then cooled off as I felt a cold, mushy sensation
pressing up against my butt as I scooted around on the floor
changing my position.
     It had been a half hour.  I needed to get my diapers
changed.  Finally, I quietly asked Tina if she could change
me.  Debra held back a snicker as I looked at her.
     "Okay, Go upstairs and I'll be right there."
     I went up to my room and lied down, knowing that it would
be Tina-- not mom-- changing me this time.  Would she be as
cool about it as she had been all along, or would she make
smart comments since Debra was there?  Would she do as good
of a job as mom?
     Tina came into the room, as did Debra.  I didn't think
Debra had to be there.  I asked Tina if she could leave while
I got changed.
     "I'll just turn my head", she said.  "I won't look if you
don't want me to."
     I think Debra was just curious what it would like for her
best friend to be changing the diapers of her ten-year-old
brother.  But curiosity or not, I wished that she had respected
my need for privacy and not to have come in my room in the first
place.
      Tina stood before me as she bent forward and reached for
the waistband of my rubber pants, pulling them off.  Next she
unpinned the diapers and removed them, revealing to her the big,
stinky mess I made.
     "Whew!  You might want to tell me what you did in them so
I know what to expect, Randy!  This is nasty!"
     "I'm sorry", I apologized, even though there was nothing
I could do about it.  I didn't feel like reporting the con-
tents of my diaper before each change.  She just had to accept
the fact that sometimes there'd be a little more for her to
clean up.
     "Don't worry about it", she said.  "I guess I'll just have
to get used to the smell of your shit."
     "Yeah, you will", I added half-jokingly.  "I can't make it
smell any better."
     Next she grabbed the wipes and cleaned me off.  It felt
like she was doing a good, thorough job of cleaning me up.
It made me uncomfortable to know that she could see parts of
me that she probably hadn't seen since mom changed my diapers
as a four-year-old.
     Next she grabbed some clean diapers.  I noticed that she
was putting six of them on me, just like mom did last night.
     I wanted to tell her that mom only put four of them on me
in the day, but I let her go ahead and put the six thick, soft,
fluffy diapers on me anyway.  It wasn't worth bringing up, and,
besides, I like them thicker anyway.
     She pinned them tightly into place, just as if she had
done this sort of thing before.  Next were the plastic pants.
She pulled them up, ensuring they were all the way in place.
     "Have you ever put diapers on anyone before?", I asked.
     "No, Randy, you're the first one!", she answered.
     "You...uh...you do a good job", I told her shyly.
     "Oh, thank you, Randy.  It must come natural to us girls."
     I glanced over at Debra, who was giggling lightly.
     "Okay, you're all done!", Tina said.
     That wasn't so bad.  Tina just took the diapers off, got
me all cleaned up and diapered up again, just as if mom had done
it.  There wasn't any reason for me to be afraid to let Tina
change my diapers, although I still had to get used to letting
her see me with nothing on below the waist and cleaning me in
such areas.
     Debra stayed for about another hour and then said she needed
to get back home.  Mom and dad were still another hour beyond
that before they got home.  It was about 3:00 in the afternoon
by the time they returned.  I was glad not have spent all this
time bored out of my mind at Uncle Jack's.
     Mom walked over to me and asked me if Tina changed me.
     "Yes, she did, mom", I said in a way to tell mom that I
didn't even mind if she did change me.
     "That's good", mom replied.  "I think I'll have her do all
your diaper changes now."
     Now Tina was the designated diaper-changer.

Not only was Tina expected to do my diaper changes, but I
was to be checked on several times a day.  At least by leaving
Tina to be in charge mom didn't have to go upstairs all the time. 
Tina didn't mind this extra duty and even offered to wash the
diapers.
     Every morning I was to lie down on the bed and let Tina
change my diapers.  While she was supposed to drag me into my
room every couple of hours or so, she trusted me to tell her when
I really needed a change.
     Since it had been established that I was not going to be
using a toilet for awhile, an extra effort was taken to ensure
that I would, in fact, *never* use the toilet.  By the following
Wednesday, Dad finally agreed that if I was going to wear
diapers, then diaper it is.  Not only did dad finally agree with
mom, but he expressed this agreement by bringing home two new
doorknob sets to replace the ones on the doors of the two
bathrooms in the house.  These doorknobs each had a lock with a
key.  The key-holders would be dad, mom, and Tina.  For the very
reason the locks were installed, I did not get a key. Only when I
took a bath or needed to brush my teeth would I be given any
access to the bathroom.  They thought about having Tina supervise
me while I was taking a bath, but Tina felt that since I wanted
to wear diapers that I probably wouldn't want to use the toilet
anyway, even if I had free access to it, so she talked mom and
dad out of having to supervise me.  Like I said, Tina was pretty
cool and she knew I would have been uncomfortable for her to sit
in the bathroom while I took a bath.
     So why the locks then?  Why, if I voluntarily decided not
to use the toilet, were locks installed to prevent me from using
the toilet?  I asked dad this question.
     "Because you might change your mind about all this, Randy",
he answered.  "If you do, well, you ain't gonna go back quite
so easy.  This is somethin' you'll have to think about awhile if
you ever want to stop wearin' them diapers!  Just to let you
know, Randy, I ain't takin' them doorknobs back out again!"
     "Okay", I said, excited at the thought of being completely
forbidden from the toilet.  Now I had no choice!  I needed to pee
and wasn't the least bit hesitant to do so.  Had I needed to poop
I would have certainly messed the diapers while thinking, "I'm
locked out of the bathroom!  I'm locked out of the bathroom!"
     The next day was July 4th.  Dad had the day off from work
and spent the day catching up on the chores that had been piling
up because of the weather, and the fact that I had been in
diapers for the last few days and not going outside to do them. 
I was enjoying the time off, playing solitaire, working on jigsaw
puzzles, watching TV when there was something good on. As we
didn't have a VCR, I often had to miss some shows if mom or dad
had me doing something while such shows were on.  I was watching
a live broadcast of the Fourth of July parade being held in the
city.
     Dad then came in from the back door and into the living
room.
     "Randy!", he yelled.  "Git your lazy butt out there and help
us get some work done!"
     "But dad!  I can't go outside in my diapers!"
     "You can too!  Now don'cha get to thinkin' that them'
diapers gets you outta workin' around here!  Ain't no different
then wearing your shorts, now is it?"
     The diapers were, in fact, quite a bit different from
wearing shorts, but I wasn't about to argue with dad given the
mood he was in.  I said "no, it isn't."
     "The grass is gettin' so damn tall out there, so you get
to mowin' it!"
     Dad then went back outside.  I went upstairs and slipped
some shoes on.  I felt silly knowing that I was outside in my
diapers.  In the back yard there wasn't much of a chance of the
neighbors seeing me because of the tall fence.  In the front,
however, there was a greater chance that someone may see me.  We
lived on a road with moderate traffic in a semi-rural area. A lot
of kids from the nearby subdivision were often seen walking or
riding bicycles by our house.
     I wanted Tina to at least mow the front yard.  I wasn't
about to allow passing traffic and maybe a few pedestrians
to see me with diapers on as I was pushing the lawnmower.  I
looked around for Tina, noting the she had apparently left. I
went up to dad and asked where she was.
     "She went with your momma to get some fireworks.  Now you
gonna get that lawn mowed or do I have to take that diaper off
and swat you a good one on the behind?"
     This was a genuine threat.  "Yes, dad."
     I normally did the front yard first as it had less shade and
I enjoyed finishing the job in the cooler shade of the back yard. 
Today, I didn't want to do the front yard at all. I started
mowing the back yard, hoping that maybe Tina would get back by
the time I finished so that I could hand the job over to her.
     I fired up the lawnmower and went about cutting the lawn
in the back yard as I normally did.  While I didn't feel like
anyone would see me in my diapers in the back yard, I still felt
vulnerable.  There was the feel of having a couple more inches of
my legs exposed and having thick diapers bunched up between my
legs as I walked around the yard with the mower.
     I kept looking out toward the driveway hoping to see mom
and Tina pull in.  I finished up the lawn and as I looked
again, they still had not yet returned.
     I was hesitant to venture into the front yard, watching
several cars go by on the road and knowing that everyone going
by-- if they were looking-- would see me.  I decided that I would
minimize the amount of time I would spend along the frontmost
portion of the yard by mowing the lawn in strips perpendicular to
the ditch that ran along our yard, mowing each strip from the
back to the front and pulling the mower back towards the house as
I moved over to the next strip. I figured that this would work
well enough to keep me out of view.
     As I was in the middle of mowing the lawn I saw three boys
on their bicycles pass by.  As I was dragging the mower back they
looked at me and one of them pointed.  I couldn't hear what they
said over the noise of the lawnmower, but I knew very well that I
had been laughed at.
     Just as I finished up mom and Tina came back.  I wheeled the
lawnmower to the back yard again and went into the house to see
what fireworks we had.  Mom mostly bought us sparklers,
fountains, and a few other miscellaneous items.
Bottle rockets, firecrackers, cherry bombs, and many others are
illegal in our state, although everybody else seemed to get a
hold of them anyway.
     As I was hot from working in the nearly shadeless front yard
I had worked up a sweat.  Tina and I sat next to the air
conditioner, each with a cold soda to cool off.  Dad came in and
came up to me.
     "You didn't finish", he said to me.
     "What did I miss?", I questioned defensively.
     "You didn't get that strip of grass between the road and the
ditch."
     No!  I wasn't going to get that close to the road and let
everyone see me there!
     "Can Tina get it?", I asked.
     "No, that's your job, Randy!", he said.
     I stood up, pulling on the legbands of my plastic pants.
"I can't go out by the road like this!"
     "You changin' your mind about this already?", dad said.
"Remember what I said about them locks on the bathrooms!"
     I hated to do it, but I had no choice.  I pushed the mower
up to the road where the strip of grass between it and the ditch
lied.  As I walked along the length of the yard, several more
cars went by.  I knew that the thick, white diapers on my butt
stuck out like a sore thumb and dozens of drivers and their
occupants saw me!  As I was finishing up the last strip, a girl
on their bike road by me, moving slowly as she stared at me.  I
pretended to ignore her, but then she stopped and just stared at
me.  I shut off the mower and started pushing it back to dad's
shop where it was kept.
      "Hi", I said to the girl nervously.  She looked familiar,
as if I had seen her at school.  In fact I knew she was a
girl in my school.  I couldn't remember her name, just the
face.
     "Hi, she said.  Then she rode off laughing.  She was looking
back at me as I pushed the lawnmower back to dad's shop.  I was
nervous as I thought of what just happened. This girl may have
known me from school, and she was sure to tell every kid on the
first day!  I went through the afternoon with this thought in my
mind.
     Later in the evening as it got dark we went out to the
driveway and lit off the fireworks.  I still enjoyed watching the
fireworks show and running around with sparklers, but I couldn't
cast the thought out of my mind, the thought of instantly
becoming known to the entire school as a diaper-wearer.
     Another three weeks of summer passed by.  The weather
remained hot and dry.  There had been plenty of good days for
having summertime fun.  I would have been out riding my bike, or
possibly swimming in the nearby creek, going into town with Tina
to waste an afternoon, just having fun.
     Wearing diapers severely restricted my freedom.  I couldn't
venture beyond the yard wearing just diapers, and much of the
time I spent outside was doing chores, including the front lawn,
and yes, the strip of grass right out in front on the roadway.  I
was sure that by now people who passed by our place often enough
knew about me, the boy who was always seen mowing the lawn in his
diapers.
     It didn't stop there.  While I was never taken inside of
public places in my diapers, I did have to go with mom and Tina
to the dump one day to help unload several bags of garbage and
debris from dad's shop.  I felt so awkward standing in the back
of the truck in full view of other people as I heaved the heavy
bags of trash onto the large pile of rubbish.  Most of the people
there were grown men and a lot of them didn't seemed to be paying
any attention.  A few of them looked at me strangely for a
second, but still minded their own business for the most part.
     That same day we stopped at a drive-through for lunch. As
the girl came to the window she looked across the seat to me,
where I was sitting there with my diapers in plain view.  She
went about her business taking money and giving change, but after
she went back to get the drinks and the food, I saw her walk up
to another girl to get her attention.  Then she pointed at us
through the window as I observed the two of them giggling.  She
was probably saying "you see that truck?  There's a kid in there,
he's probably about ten years old, and he's wearing diapers!  You
gotta go take a look!"
     The other girl walked over towards the window to dispense
some drinks.  As she stood there I could see her eyes turned to
one side as she stared at me.  Even though they didn't know who I
was and would probably never see me again (unless they were still
working there on our next visit), I still felt embarrassed to
have them see me in the first place.  I'm just glad mom didn't
take us inside!
     I was starting to get restless around the house having to
spend all of my time at home.  The weather had remained mild, and
all I could do was sit on my diapered butt all day or go outside
to do the chores.  I was still paid my allowance, but I didn't
get to go out and spent it on anything.  This was good as it
allowed me to save more, too.  Before I realized it I had saved
my money to over a hundred dollars.  That made me feel rich.  I
contemplated what I would spend it on when and if I were allowed
to go out again.  At this rate I could save a full $520 a year
(assuming a steady allowance of ten dollars a week).  This was a
good thought for rationalizing having to stay home all the time.
     Even with thinking about some of the long-term benefits of
staying at home all diapered up (which obviously included getting
to wear diapers), I was still getting bummed out over missing out
on summertime activities.  On the other hand, I was getting to
where I actually enjoyed getting my diapers changed by Tina. 
There was something in the gentle, nurturing way she handled my
diaper changes that made it so appealing to me.  Tina didn't seem
to mind-- perhaps she was enjoying it-- even when I presented her
with my messiest and smelliest changings.  I didn't even mind
when Debra was there.  By this time it was the second week of
August, the final stretch of summer vacation before school began.
I hoped that I would get at least one chance to go out and do
something summer-oriented before it was all over for nine more
months.
     The only other time I got to leave the house was when Tina,
mom and I went back out to Uncle Allen's house to pick corn from
his fields.  Of course Aunt Beverly was surprised to see me in
diapers when we arrived.  She knelt down to me and tugged on the
rubber pants.
     "Well, what have we here?  What's with the diapers?",
she asked.
     "Randy wanted to wear them", mom said, giving no further
explanation as to why.
     Aunt Beverly just smiled and said "well, at least you don't
have to take any bathroom breaks, Randy, and, nobody will see you
wearing them in the tall corn, except maybe for the cows, and
they don't care one way or the other."
     I expected to see Uncle Jack, wondering what he would think
when he saw me.  Asking where he was, Aunt Beverly said, "he's
out irrigating the fields; he'll be gone awhile."
     We spent the next hour going through the stalks of sweet
corn and picking off ears.  As Aunt Beverly mentioned earlier, I
wouldn't need to take any bathroom breaks.  Right as I stood
there in the field I wet the diapers, knowing that until I got
home I would have to be wearing those wet diapers.  Tina didn't
think to bring along any extra diapers, either.
     It was another hour afterwards that we spent shucking the
corn.  As a reward for our efforts, Aunt Beverly gave each of us
a bowl of ice cream.  I also needed to poop before we left. It
was harder for me to poop in my diapers in someone else's home. 
I knew that when I did it that it would still be awhile before
getting changed and that the smell of it would still leak out.
     Having no choice-- other than removing the diapers first and
using the toilet-- I went ahead and soiled the diapers.  It felt
like a good-sized mess that Tina would be spending awhile with
cleaning up.  Mom stayed and visited for about twenty minutes
afterwards as Tina and I impatiently sat there waiting to get
back.  The contents of my diaper became stickier and more spread
throughout the confines of the diaper.  I hoped that I would be
home soon and in fresh diapers again.
     We never did see Uncle Jack that day, and that was just as
well.  Uncle Jack was a lot like dad in his mannerisms and he
probably wouldn't have taken to my wearing diapers very well,
either.  Uncle Jack had been a hard-working man for his entire
life and held the same philosophies as dad did when it came to
being a "big man".  This was why dad and Uncle Jack, who each
came from different sides of the family, got along so well.
     It felt good to get upstairs and have my long-overdue
diapers changed.  I asked Tina if she could bring along a change
of diapers next time we went someplace where we would be gone
awhile.  She mentioned that she forgot to grab some for me before
we left for Uncle Jack's place and assured me that she would
remember next time.  I even got a rash from wearing the wet and
soiled diapers for too long.  Luckily mom thought ahead and also
provided some cream for treatment of such problems. Again I was
cleanly and freshly diapered as we gathered around the table for
dinner enjoying some of the fresh corn we picked that day.

It was Monday afternoon, just two weeks before school was
ready to start.  Mom wanted to make one trip, and only one trip
into the city to do back-to-school shopping.  After spending
almost the entire summer in diapers only, mom told Tina to undo
the diapers and to give me my underwear, which referred to the
special underwear she got me with several absorbent layers sewn
into it.  I hadn't worn this underwear since the day mom got it
for me and had me try it on.
     While it wasn't anything like wearing diapers with plastic
pants, the underwear still felt like a diaper, and looked much
like one except for that it wasn't pinned or otherwise fastened
at the sides.  It had thick, padded panels at the front, the
rear, and in the crotch.  I expected it to be so that I could
easily pull it down like underwear in case I wanted to use a
toilet, but the way this underwear went on made it more difficult
to easily pull down.  The front of it didn't stretch outward so
easily like it would on a regular pair of briefs. It seemed to be
designed so that the person wearing it could not easily
circumvent the very purpose for which the underwear was made.
     Next I was given my shorts.  They went on quite tightly over
the underwear.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  I could tell
that there was enough of a telltale bulge that a casual observer
would notice that I had diapers or something similar beneath
those snug-fitting shorts.
     About forty-five miles of driving led us to the mall, which
was a big thing to those of us who had lived in a small town for
most of our lives.  I marveled at the sight of four-lane streets,
pedestrians all about, traffic, and the general atmosphere of a
"big city", so it seemed to us anyway.  
     Even though we mostly visited clothing stores and an office
supply store for school stuff, I enjoyed being in an urban-like
setting.  It was such an exciting change of pace from the daily
life I trudged through back home.  Mom also gave us time to play
a few video games at the arcade.  I wished that I could spend
more time at the mall and get a chance to see the city than I
got to.
     While we were at the arcade, I saw a boy about my age just
sitting on a bench staring at me.  Between plays, I glanced over
at him.  He seemed to have noticed that I was wearing diapers. 
He wasn't staring at me scornfully nor contemptibly, but rather,
with a sincere look of interest, and perhaps envy. I was tempted
to go over to him and start talking to him, but I knew I'd never
see him again, so there wasn't much of a chance of forming a
friendship.  Mom came by and told it was time to go anyway.
     As we went home, I kept thinking about that boy, wondering
what he would do, if anything, to wear diapers.  I wish that I
could have talked to him and gotten his address so that we could
be pen pals and perhaps discuss this topic.  It would have been
fun to have the chance to write to him.  It was too late as the
city was fading away in the background and we were headed back to
our little boring town nestled in the hills.
     I wished that Darrell and I could share the joys of diaper
wearing, but I didn't know whether or not to even tell him about
it right away or let him find out accidentally.  At any rate he
was bound to see something that gave me away.  I guess I would
find out as soon as he got back from Europe, which I was
expecting to be soon.  School was less than two weeks away.
     Two days later I learned that Darrell had returned from
his trip to Europe.  While I was in the middle of getting my
diaper changed the phone rang.  As mom was outside, Tina had
to run downstairs to get it.  She then came running up thestairs
and said, "it's Darrell, Randy!  He's back!"
     Of course I wanted to get up and run downstairs, but as I
had nothing on, I had to lie there and wait for Tina to puta
clean diaper and plastic pants on me.  She worked quickly to
finish me up as she knew I was eager to talk to him.
     I ran downstairs and picked up the phone.
     "Hi, Randy!", he said.
     "Hi, Darrell!  Glad you're back!"
     "Yep!  We got in yesterday morning, but I needed a day to
rest up."
     "So, uh, how was it?", I asked.
     "I had a lot of fun!  I'm glad to be home, though.  Why
don't you come over and I can show you some of things I brought
back and some of the pictures I took and all of--"
     "Well, I can't", I said.
     "You can't come over?", he asked.
     "Uh, no."
     "Why?  Are you busy today?"
     I didn't want to lie to him, and I didn't want him to think
I didn't want to see him after over two months.  I said, "no, I
just can't leave the house."
     "Are you grounded?", he asked.
     "Well, sort of, I am", I said.
     "Can I go over there?", he asked.
     If I said "no", he would have thought I was no longer
interested in having him as my best friend, and I couldn't do
that tohim.  I said "well, yeah, you can come over here", knowing
that he would see me in diapers.
     "Okay, I'll be right over!", he said.
     I went up to Tina and asked her if I could get some shorts
on.
     "I don't know where mom puts them", she said.  "See if mom
can get them."
     I ran outside where mom was relaxing in the shade of the
large tree on the other side of the yard.
     "Mom!  Mom!  I need my shorts!", I yelled as I ran to her.
     "What for?  Where are you going?"
     "Nowhere, Darrell's coming over!"
     "So?"
     "Mom, I can't--"
     "You can, too!  If Darrell is your best friend you should
trust him to allow him to see you wearing diapers!  Or, you can
just not invite him over again, it's up to you, but don't you
EVER think of asking for your pants or shorts AGAIN!!!"
     I knew that I was at a dead end, so I ran back into the
house.
     "Tina!  Got something that will fit me?"
     "I'd have to gain twenty pounds to wear something that would
fit you over your diaper!  Just relax, Darrell's your best buddy.
He'll understand when you explain it.  Who knows?  Maybe he'd
like to try them, too!"
     It wasn't long before Darrell came into the house.  Tina
greeted him at the door.  As he came in he was carrying a duffle
bag full of what I presumed were his souvenirs.  I tried to act
as nonchalantly as I could as he walked over towards me sitting
on the couch.
     "Hi, Ran-- Randy?!", he exclaimed.
     He knelt down and took a closer look.  "What are you
wearing?", he asked.
     "Uh, would you believe...diapers?"
     "Why?", he asked as he sat down next to me.
     "I got in trouble", I said.
     "Is this why you couldn't come over?", he asked.
     "Yeah."
     "How did you get in trouble?  And why are you having to wear
diapers?"
     "Well, uh, you see...okay.  Promise-- and I mean *promise*--
that you will *not* *tell* *ANYBODY!*"
     "I'm your best friend, Randy, I promise not to tell."
     "Just you and me!", I reiterated.
     "Yes, Randy, now why the diapers?"
     "Okay", I started, then paused.  "When I was coming home
from your house on the day you left for Europe, I found a pack of
diapers in the supermarket parking lot.  I...I picked them up and
brought them home..."
     "And?", Darrell asked.
     "Well...I tried one on and then used it."
     I looked at Darrell.  He was listening patiently and
attentively.  He was wanting to know the rest of the story.
     "...so I started using them, and then one day I was caught. 
Mom took them away from me and told me not to ever bring home
diapers again or use them.
     "...so I started putting on extra pairs of underwear and
started peeing and pooping in them, like a diaper.  Well, I got
caught doing this, too, so...my mom and dad started making me
wear diapers."
     Darrell sat there stunned.  I knew that several questions
were rolling through his mind and he was probably trying to think
of which one to ask first, or how to ask that question.
     "Do you have to use them all the time?", was Darrell's first
question.
     "Yep!  I don't ever get to take them off."
     "What about school?", he asked suddenly.
     "I don't have to wear these, but I do have to wear some
special underwear that's kind of like a diaper.  This is so I can
get my pants on over them", I explained.
     "Why don't you use the toilet at school?  Who's gonna make
you use diapers at school?"
     "Well, because I...I don't want to", I said.  I paused for a
moment and said, "I...I'm glad I wear diapers."
     "You're weird, Randy!", Darrell said.
     "What?", I said as I got on the defensive.  "You said you
were my best friend!  You--"
     "It's not that, Randy, but, why would you want to wear
diapers?  That is just unheard of", he said.
     "It's probably more common than you think, Darrell.  I'm
just an average kid living in an average town, so I'll betcha
there's a lot of others out there.  You may think it's weird, but
I can't help it. I hope I can trust you enough to tell you this--
I have always wanted to wear diapers.  Call me weird if you want,
but..."
     "I'm sorry, Randy", Darrell apologized.  "I probably
shouldn't have said you we're weird, although it is unusual to
see anyone as old as you wearing diapers.  I mean, I didn't
expect it.  I just got back yesterday, I come over, and here you
are, wearing diapers!  It just blew me away!  I can understand
that maybe some kids would like to try wearing them again.  I
don't tell anybody this, except you, but I do sometimes think
about it, perhaps more than I realized.  I see a diaper
commercial on TV, or I see a kid at the store wearing just a
diaper and...I..."
     "You wish you could wear them again, right?"
     "Well...now I see why you don't talk about it, because I
even think it's weird."
     He was starting to open up, but then he abruptly changed the
subject.  "Let me show you some of the things I brought back", he
said as he unzipped his bag.  He started with his pictures that
he had taken and had developed while he was there.
     "This, as you probably know, is Big Ben.  It's not a really
good shot though, but that's because..."
     As he went through and described the pictures I tried to
listen as attentively as I could.  Tina then came upstairs and
told me that she and mom were getting groceries.  "We'll bring
back some ice cream", she said as she went back downstairs.
     After he showed me the last picture he got up and told me
that he had to go to the bathroom.  When he got to the upstairs
bathroom door he realized that it was locked.
     "Hey, your bathroom's locked!", he said.
     "It's not my bathroom, anymore; it's Tina's!", I shouted
through my bedroom doorway.
     "I'll use the one downstairs then! Gosh, do I ever have to
go!", he said as he ran down the stairs.  I got up and followed
him down.
     "You can't go in there, either!", I shouted.  He kept going
and got to the door, realizing that it, too, was locked.
     "Told you so", I said as I caught up to him.
     "Hey!  Why are they locked?  Nobody's here!"
     "I forgot to tell you that I'm locked out of the bathrooms
now", I said.
     "Dammit!  I gotta go...somewhere!", he said.
     "Go outside, like behind dad's workshop!", I suggested.
     "I would if I only had to pee, but I have to poop, too, and
it feels really runny!  Don't you have a key?", he asked me
desperately.
     "Nope!"
     "Shit!  I mean, literally, shit!", he exclaimed.  "That's
what I'm about to do in my pants!"
     "Go behind dad's shop!", I suggested again.
     "Not to take a crap!"
     "Okay, then you have to do it in your pants because I have
no way of getting into the bathroom!"
     "Ah, screw it, I'm going outside!"
     He started to run for the back door when suddenly, he
stopped.
     "Shit!  Dammit!", he exclaimed.  "I just messed in my pants!
I can't go home like this!  You got something I can wear?", he
asked.
     "Uh...diapers."
     "No, Randy, seriously!  You got some pants, some clean
underwear?  Something?  I'm a mess!"
     "I am serious!  I have no pants!"
     "You have no pants?  At all?!"
     "I do, but I'm not allowed to wear them unless mom lets me."
     "So that's all you get to wear, ever?"
     "Yep!"
     "Don't you even have any underwear?"
     "Yeah, in fact my mom was going to give it to you since I
don't wear it anymore."
     "This is unreal", he said.
     "Let's get your pants in the wash, and then they'll be ready
before you leave", I said.
     Darrell stripped off his soiled pants and threw them in the
washing machine with his underwear.  He then went upstairs,
walking through my house completely naked and with a messy
behind, and went upstairs.  I followed him, hoping his mess
wouldn't drip too much as he walked.
     "My ass is all shitty!", he yelled.  "What can I wipe up
with?"
     "Use some of my wipes", I said, pointing to the wipes that
Tina used on me.  "Drop them in the pail", I told him.
     He seemed to get himself clean as he wiped up the mess,
looking back at his own butt in the mirror to see what he needed
to wipe still.  I then told him what drawer my underwear was in.
He grabbed a pair that was stained badly from a recent
"accident".
     "I'll wear these", he said.  "If I have to go again, well,
so what, they're ruined anyway", he said as he slipped them on.
     "You sure you don't want to try a diaper? I mean, if you
have the runs, and you can't get in the bathroom, well..."
     "I'll just run outside next time!", he said.
     I was hoping that I could at least persuade him to wear
diapers under the circumstances, not just for the sake of wearing
diapers like I did.  Even though he admitted to thinking about
wearing them, and getting "that feeling" when he saw a kid in
diapers, he wouldn't wear one.  It was peculiar to me, but he
just didn't seem to accept the fact that he had these interests
as well.  The next time he felt the runs coming on he went out
the door as he promised.  He ran behind dad's shop with only
underpants on and did what he needed to do back there.
     Mom and Tina returned shortly afterwards.  I went downstairs
and checked on Darrell's pants.  They were still in the spin
cycle and needed to be dried still, but at least the mess had
been washed out of them.  I pulled them out, still damp, and
carried them up to my room where Darrell was waiting.  I was
also carrying his underwear underneath his pants.
     Mom saw me walking by and asked, "where did you get those?"
     "They're Darrell's, mom."
     "Darrell's?  Why are you washing his pants?"
     "Uh...he got them dirty", I said.
     "And how did he do that?"
     "He had an accident!", I said honestly.  "He had to go
really bad, and he couldn't get in the bathroom because you
and Tina were gone so I couldn't get a key for him, so..."
     "Does he have anything to wear?", mom asked.
     "He's wearing my old underwear", I said.
     "He'll be fine like that", mom said.
     "What do you mean?", I asked.
     "His pants are still wet!  Here, I'll throw them in the
dryer.  It'll just be an hour."
     I handed mom Darrell's pants and his underwear.  "These
are Darrell's, too", I explained as I handed her the underpants.
     I went back upstairs and explained to Darrell that his
pants were in the dryer and it would be about an hour.
     "So now what do I do?", he asked.
     "You'll just have to sit around in your underwear until your
pants are dry."
     "What about your sister?", he asked.  "I don't want her to
see me!"
     "Darrell, I said, putting my hand on his shoulder, "Tina has
seen me in my underwear hundreds of times, and look what she sees
me wearing now!  You don't look any different.  They're just
underpants, it's not like you're naked or anything."
     He went downstairs, walking behind me and joined Tina and I
at the table with the ice cream.  As he entered the kitchen Tina
looked at him, acknowledging that he was dressed in only his
underpants (well, my underpants), but she didn't say anything to
him.
     It wasn't until he got up from his chair that Tina saw what
I didn't see.  As he had no way to wipe himself after he crapped
out behind dad's shop, his underwear was very much skid-marked.
     "Darrell, your underpants are a mess!", she exclaimed.
"Maybe a diaper would be better for you", she suggested jokingly,
although Darrell didn't take it that way.
     "No, I'll just go change", he said, feeling more embarrassed
after having realized what his underwear looked like from the
rear.  He immediately ran back upstairs.
     "I asked him if he wanted to wear a diaper earlier, and he
said no", I said to Tina.  "He's got the runs", I explained.
     "If that's the case then he should get a diaper on!" I was
just kidding with him when I said that, but maybe he does need
one.  Seriously!"
     "He'd probably like to use the bathroom if he could!", I
said.
     Darrell then came back downstairs and went out to the dryer
and got his pants.  They were still damp, but Darrell didn't
seem to care.  In fact, he hurried out of the house with his
bag.  What was wrong?  I think he was either overwhelmed by
everything that was going on, or he was too embarrassed after
Tina saw that his underwear was so badly soiled.  I didn't
get a chance to ask him before he was out the door and on his
way home.

Darrell was over at around 11:00 the following morning. 
After thinking he may never come back, I was glad to see that he
came over.
     "Sorry I left the way I did yesterday", he said somberly.
     "Why did you leave?", I asked.
     "I was so embarrassed that I just couldn't be there.  I
wasn't too comfortable with having your sister see me in my
underwear anyway, but when she pointed out that it was dirty,
well, I..."
     "I understand.  Perhaps my mom should have just let you wear
your pants, even if they were still wet."
     "I probably should have waited a couple more days before
coming over.  You see, I think that it's late in the afternoon,
in fact, going into the evening now because of the time zone
difference that I got used to.  I feel really tired now.  I get
back, eager to show you what I did all summer, and you're wearing
diapers and there's locks on your bathroom doors.  It may have
just been too much for me.  Please forgive me for just leaving
the way I did."
     "That's fine, Darrell.  Come on in.  Tina said she'd like
to see some of your stuff."
     "I'll have to bring it over again", he said.  "I also have
the rest of my pictures developed anyway then I can show them all
to you."
     "That's fine", I replied.
     Tina came down the stairs and saw Darrell sitting there.
     "Oh, hi, Darrell.  I'm sorry if I embarrassed you
yesterday", Tina said sincerely.  "I guess I never thought about
Randy having friends over since you were gone all summer, so I
didn't think about others needing to use the bathroom."
     "That's okay", he said quietly.
     Later on, Darrell and I were both back in my room.
     "Can I ask you something?", Darrell started.
     "Yeah, what?  Ask", I said.
     "Why *do* you like to wear diapers?  I'm just asking."
     "I really don't know, Darrell.  I was hard to toilet train,
I know that.  I always liked something about diapers.  I don't
know.  I saw the commercials and the kids at the store running
around in diapers like you did and wanted to wear them.  I kind
of like how they look, and what it feels like when you go in
them."
     "What are you going to do when you go to school?", he asked.
     "I have to wear special underpants that are kind of like a
diaper, you know, training pants.  At least they won't be as
noticeable when I'm wearing them."
     "What if somebody finds out you wear those?"
     "I'll make sure they don't", I said.
     "If they do, they'll laugh at you and me both", he said,
"and I couldn't have that."
     "Are you saying that you won't be seen with me at school?",
I asked.
     "No, but I'd just hate to get laughed at if anyone saw me
hanging out with someone who would be known for wearing diapers."
     As the afternoon went on we talked more about diapers and
other things.  As he sat there on the bed next to me I could
sense somehow that Darrell was jealous over the fact that I wore
diapers and he didn't.
     The county fair had started today and Darrell and I wanted
to go to it like we did each year.  It was always the last thing
we did every year to enjoy the last days of summer vacation.  I
asked mom if Darrell and I could ride our bikes to the fair
grounds.
     "If you get Tina to go with you", mom said, "then you guys
can go.  I don't want you guys riding by yourselves yet."
     "Okay", I said.  "Can I have my shorts?"
     "Yes, let me get them.  Have Tina take you out of that
diaper, too.  Your underwear is in your bottom drawer."
     Of course mom meant was  my new, padded underwear, not the
old kind I used to wear.  I told Tina what we were planning.
     "Well, I was hoping Debra and I could go later, but if you
guys are ready, then I'll go.  Maybe Debra can go with us now.
I'll give her a call."
     After Tina called Debra and confirmed that she could go with
us now, I went upstairs to have the bulky, heavy diaper taken off
and replaced with the underwear.
     Before we left mom gave Tina a bag so that we could carry
around anything we may buy or win at the carnival.  She also
told Tina to grab an extra two pairs of my underpants in case I
needed to change.  She went to my room, grabbed two pairs and
stuffed them into the bag.  Now we were set to go.
     "Try not to poop in these", Tina told me. "I don't want to
have to carry these around if they're all messy."
     We got on our bikes and started riding towards town.  As I
pedaled along I could feel the extra thickness of the underwear
between my crotch and the bicycle seat.  We stopped off at
Debra's house to have her join us and then continued riding until
we reached the fairgrounds, nearly three miles away.
     As we were all hot and thirsty the first stop we made was
for a big, ice cold drink.   We found a table in the shade of a
nearby tree and sat there as we sipped away on our refreshments.
After that we headed straight for the carnival.
     I tried to save my money and not get drawn into playing too
many of the games, most of which were rigged, according to Tina,
so that they looked easier to win than they were.  I did win a
small bear at one game, but there was nothing worth blowing the
remaining twenty dollars I had with me on the games.
     Instead I saved my money for ride tickets.  We all agreed to
go on the ferris wheel first, then venture onto some of the less
tame rides afterwards.
     We had been there a little over an hour when I suddenly
needed to pee badly.  I knew that it was from that big lemonade
that I quaffed down when we arrived.  The others in the group
also needed to go as Tina just said "I got to find a bathroom
somewhere."
     Everyone of us was in need of a restroom as well, everyone
except me as I could just wet into the underpants I had on.  In
fact, given the difficulty involved in just pulling the
underpants down enough to pee, I had little choice but to leave
them on and use them for their intended purpose. Tina and Debra
went in to the restroom facilities while I waited outside.  I
expected Darrell to go also in, but he stayed outside and waited
with me.
     "Don't you need to go, too?", I asked Darrell.
     "I do, but I hate going in there!  Those bathrooms stink!",
he said.  "One time they smelled so bad I threw up on the floor!
I think it was last year."
     "I hate going in there, too!", I said.  "If you had on what
I had on you wouldn't need to go in there at all", I suggested.
     As we sat there waiting for the girls I wet into the
underpants.  It was a large amount, soaking the absorbent padding
to its capacity.  I was afraid it might have been too much and my
shorts would get wet, too.  Moreover, a telltale wet spot would
appear on the front of my shorts, and I didn't want that to
happen in a such a large crowd.
     I needed to change out of the wet underpants right away, but
the only place to do that was in the dreadfully smelly bathroom! 
I went in there and endured the stench, remembering that the
stalls in the bathroom did not have doors!  I didn't want to
change where others could see me.  The only other restrooms that
I knew of were way the hell over on the other side of the fair
grounds in the exposition building.
     I came back out right away.  Tina and Debra were standing
there with Darrell waiting on me.
     "Did you have to change your underpants?", Tina asked me.
     "I still do, but I haven't yet."
     "Why not?", Tina asked.  "Do you need me to do it?"
     "No, not here!", I exclaimed.  "There's no doors on the
stalls!  The bathrooms in the expo building have doors, I think.
I'll change over there instead."
     "I hope they don't smell as bad, either", Darrell said.
"I really need to go!"
     "It's a long ways, but I guess we'll need to walk over
there", Tina said.
     Darrell started running ahead of us.  "If I don't hurry I'll
pee right into my shorts!", he said.
     When we got to the exposition building Darrell made a
beeline for the bathroom.  He was at one of the urinals when I
walked past him and went into one of the stalls, which this time
had doors!  I went into a stall and closed the door behind me.  I
then slid off my shorts and my soaked underpants.  I reached into
the bag and pulled out a clean pair of underpants and put them
on.  I put the wet underwear into a plastic grocery store bag
that was brought along for that very purpose to keep it and its
wet contents separated from the other stuff that was in the bag.
     We decided to eat at that point.  Again we ordered
large-sized drinks along with cheeseburgers and fries.  I knew
that drinking as much as I did would force me to wet my
underpants again within an hour or two.  It was almost three in
the afternoon and mom didn't want us to spend all day at the
fair.  We decided to walk around the exposition building while we
were over in that section. As we had just eaten we weren't ready
to go on any rides, and I was out of ride tickets anyway.
     We made one last stop for snow cones before leaving the
fair.  It was even hotter by mid-afternoon and we each faced a
long, sweltering ride ahead.  I was tempted to call mom to have
her pick us up, but I knew we could handle it, even as hot as it
was.  I didn't want to sound like a wimp in front of everybody,
either.
     About a mile or so from the fairgrounds Darrell complained
of needing to go to the bathroom again.  I needed to go, too, but
I had the convenience of having my absorbent underpants on.  I
would have to stop riding to pee in them as I wasn't able to pee
while pedaling my bicycle.  That is, I had never tried to do it.
     We were out of the business section of town, so there was no
place to go that had a public restroom.  We were riding through
a residential area approaching Debra's house.
     "You can use the bathroom at Debra's house", Tina suggested
to Darrell.  That would have been great, except for that by the
time we got to Debra's house it was too late-- Darrell had peed
into his shorts!  Tina and Debra had both gone inside, unaware
of what Darrell just did.  Still, he looked embarrassed as he sat
there on his bike with a dark, wet spot on the front of his
shorts.
     "Well, I guess you don't have to go in and use the bathroom
now", I told Darrell, trying to make light of the situation. 
While we were stopped I wet into my underpants, again giving them
a good soaking.
     "I can't go home looking like this!", Darrell exclaimed.
     "It's hot out", I said, "the wet spot will dry out by the
time you get home."
     "Yes, but my mom will still find out that I wet my pants!"
     "You can come to my place first and we can wash your
shorts", I suggested.  You'll have to sit around in your
underwear while they got washed.  Tina won't say anything, I
promise."
     "I guess I'll have to", Darrell said.  "It's better than
having my mom discover that I peed my pants!"
     "What would she do if she found out?"
     "I'd get in big trouble!  Look, uh, I've never told anyone
this...but I wet the bed until I was seven and mom was always
yelling at me for it!  I'd hate to have her yell at me again."
     "Did she ever make you wear diapers?", I asked Darrell.
     "No, I had to take medication and use an alarm.  I kind of
wished I could have worn diapers instead, though", he added
shyly.
     "Would you wear them now if you could?"
     Darrell looked around, making sure that nobody was nearby.
     "Don't tell anybody I told you this, Randy", Darrell
started, "but uh...yes, I would.  When I saw you wearing them, I
kinda got, you know...got jealous because you were wearing them,
and I wasn't."
     "I understand", I said.  "I'll let you borrow some of my
diapers", I offered.
     "No, I can't.  I don't want my mom to know I'm wearing
them."
     "You can try wearing these special underpants that I wear
sometimes.  They still show underneath your shorts or your pants
when you wear them, but not as much as the diapers would.  I
can't even wear anything over the diapers because they're way too
thick for anything to fit over them."
     "Not only would it be hard to wear them without my mom
finding out, but I couldn't use them, either", he said.
     "Then you can wear them while you're at my house.  Then, you
can wear the really big, thick diapers while you're there, too,
not just these underpants."
     "I'd probably want to be at your house a lot", he said.
     Tina then came out from Debra's house. She looked at
Darrell.
     "Aren't you going to use the bathroom before we leave?", she
asked him.  Then, a closer observation of the front of Darrell's
shorts revealed what happened.
     "Oh, I'm sorry, Darrell, I didn't see--"
     "I did it before we got here", he said, apparently to
clarify that he didn't do it while he was standing there outside.
     "Darrell's coming back to our place where he can get his
shorts washed", I told Tina.  "He doesn't want his mom to see him
like that."
     We then continued our bike ride out of the neighborhood and
towards home to the outskirts of town where we lived.  Darrell's
shorts had since then dried from the heat of the sun, so at least
there was no visual indication of what had happened.
     As we entered the house mom informed us that Darrell's mom
had called and told Darrell to get home right away.
     "Oh, no!", Darrell exclaimed.
     "What, what is it, Darrell?", my mom asked him.
     "I uh, I had an accident in my shorts and needed them to get
washed", he said humbly.
     "Again?  Sounds like you need to wear diapers more than
Randy does!", mom said.
     "I only wet in them this time", he stated.
     "Maybe you can call your mom and tell her you'll be a few
minutes.  I can even drive you over there."
     "I can't tell her why, though", he said.
     "I'd give you something of Randy's to wear, but all he has
is the shorts he has on now and one pair of pants for school. 
Maybe you can give him your shorts, Randy; they should fit, and
they look almost the same as his."
     "I think mine got a little wet, too", I said.
     I then slipped them off and handed them to mom.  She picked
them up and sniffed the front of them.
     "They're still okay", mom said, handing them to Darrell.
     "Randy's old underwear is still in his room, so go ahead and
use his", mom told him as he went up to my room.  "In fact, you
can take some of it with you since Randy doesn't wear them
anymore."
     Mom then looked down at me and noted that my underwear was
quite soaked from being peed in so heavily.
     "He's wet, Tina, really wet.  Get his diapers back on him",
mom told my sister.
     I got up to my room and waited outside my bedroom door for
Darrell to finish getting dressed.  I knew that he wouldn't want
Tina coming in with me, so I respected his privacy and waited
until he was done.  He seemed to be taking an unusually long
time.
     Finally, he exited the room.  I couldn't help but to notice
that there was a large bulge beneath his shorts, or my shorts,
which he was merely borrowing.
     "Gotta go, bye Randy!  Bye Tina!", he said as he ran down
the stairs.
     Tina then had me lie down on the bed as she prepared to put
my diapers back on.
     "You really soak these up, Randy!", she commented as she
pulled off the wet underpants.  You may have to wear two of them
at a time", she advised.
     "It's from those big drinks I had at the fair", I commented.
"I normally don't pee this much at a time."
     "Well, you wouldn't want to have an embarrassing moment in
your classroom, now would you?", Tina asked rhetorically.
     "Of course not!  I just hope nobody finds out I wear them."
     Tina finished diapering me and left me to go the rest of the
day in my diapers.
     I went over to my drawers, where Darrell had left one open
when he was changing into dry underwear.  I noticed that the
drawer in which my old underwear was stored was now half empty!
What happened to them?  Did mom get rid of them already?
     I went downstairs and asked mom if she had done anything
with my old underwear.  I told her that half of them were gone.
     "No, I haven't done anything.  I left them in there for
Darrell to take with him if he wanted them.  He must have taken
some of them with him.  He probably couldn't carry them all at
once so he might plan on getting the rest of them when he stops
by again."
     I stood there and thought for a moment.  He obviously wasn't
carrying them out with him as he left.  Then, I remembered the
big bulge beneath the shorts he had on.  He must have put on
every pair that was there!  There had to have been thirty pairs
in that drawer, so he was wearing at least a dozen of them!  That
also explained why it took him so much longer to change than I
expected.  He must have gotten the idea after I told him about
it.  I tried calling Darrell after I figured he would be home,
but there was no answer, remembering that his mom wanted him to
be home right away to go do something, so he would probably be
gone awhile.  I just wanted to know if his mom saw the tell-tale
bulge beneath his shorts, or if she noticed that he was not even
wearing his own shorts.

     It wasn't until the next day that I heard from Darrell.  He
called and told me what he did when he left my house the day
before.
     "I put on about half of all your underwear when I left", he
started.  "It sounded like a good idea when you mentioned it and
it was the perfect time and the perfect way to get it, since you
said I could have your old underwear, anyway. I figured that if I
just wear my underwear like you did then my mom wouldn't
accidentally see a diaper lying around in my room."
     "Did she notice?", I asked.
     "Notice what?"
     "That you were wearing all those underpants?"
     "No, because I ran straight into the bathroom and acted like
I was in a desperate need to go, then I just took them off and
hid them and sneaked them out of the bathroom and into my room
later that night."
     "Did she notice you were wearing my shorts?"
     "Nope!  In fact I'm wearing them today!  I'm also wearing
about five pairs of your underwear.  It's about all I can wear
without anyone noticing, and I like the feel of wearing it, but I
probably won't pee or poop in them much."
     "Don't try peeing in them unless you have plastic pants on",
I advised Darrell. "They really leak.  You can poop in them okay, 
I've done that lots of times.  Its better when you have a lot
more underpants on.  You feel like you're wearing a really thick
diaper and, it's just a lot more fun."
     "I probably won't use them unless I'm at home where I can
wear more than just five pairs.  And I'll have to make sure I can
get them in the wash before my mom sees them."
     "Maybe I can stay over tomorrow and then I can try them out
at your place."
     "Yeah, that would be cool!  I'll ask my mom!"
     I set the phone down and asked mom if Darrell could stay
over.  Mom decided it was okay, since it was the last weekend
before summer vacation ended.  Darrell's mom also agreed, so we
both looked forward to an evening of diaper-messing fun!
     Darrell was dropped off at my house that evening, complete
with a bag full of my old underpants, which were now his,
apparently designated solely for making messes in.   It was all
given to him for free, so why not?  If I had been given an extra
supply of underwear for free, I would have done the same thing
with it.
     When it was time to go to bed, Darrell stripped of his
shorts, revealing the five pairs that he now wore regularly.  As
I was bigger than he was, my underwear was a size larger than
what he wore. so when he wore my underwear, it looked a little
big on him.  After he had on about twelve pairs, it fit him just
fine, if not a tad bit tightly.  He then climbed into the
sleeping bag and the cot that dad used whenever we went camping.
We didn't have any extra beds for overnight guests, but a cot was
certainly more comfortable than the hardwood floor.
     We turned out the light, but kept talking for awhile.
     "Are you gonna poop in your undies tonight?", I asked
Darrell bluntly.
     "I might", he said.  "I just don't know if I can do this at
your house, either.  I don't have any brother or sisters, but I'm
afraid my mom would find out if I did it at home. Here, my mom
won't ever know, but you have a sister, and I'd be embarrassed if
she found out."
     "You got a choice", I stated, "if you do it at your house,
your mom will probably find out, and if you do it here, Tina will
likely find out before too long."
     "Does Tina even have to know?", Darrell asked.
     "No, of course not.  Of course you'll have to find a way to
get rid of your dirtied underpants since Tina does come in here a
lot to change me, you know."
     "I can drop them out the window", Darrell said.
     "Nah, too risky.  Somebody will find them down there."
     "Okay, I can just hide them in here and sneak them out to
your trash later in the morning."
     "Well, again, there's the risk, mainly the smell, and
besides, you waste a lot of good pooping-in underwear if you
throw it out before at least using it a few times."
     "That's true", Darrell said.  "I guess can just keep it on
until I can change when nobody's around."
     Good idea, I thought, but I had to shoot this one down, too.
     "There's no telling how long you'll need to wait to do that. 
Why don't you just wear one of my diapers instead?"
     "Really?"
     "Yeah, then after you've used it you can just throw it in
with mine.  Tina will never notice that there's one more dirty
diaper!  Problem is, you have to sneak it downstairs first where
my dirty diapers are kept for washing."
     "What am I gonna do?  I can just wear them and not use them,
but then, that kind of misses the point, huh?"
     "Yeah, it does.  Do whatever, Darrell,  but if anybody finds
out, don't blame me", I added.
     "I know", Darrell acknowledged my disclaimer.
     Darrell agreed with that idea.  He got up and pulled all of
his underwear and pulled one of my diapers out of the drawer.  He
unfolded it and tried to get it around him.  He decided to sit
down and pull the diaper up on his body.  He got it securely
pinned in place and then put the plastic pants back on.
     "This is much better!", he exclaimed as he climbed back into
his sleeping bag.  "I wish I could wear *these* all the time!"
     "Let yourself get caught with them and maybe your mom *will*
make you wear them like my mom did!"
     "Not my mom!", Darrell argued.  "She'd throw me into a
mental institution and think I was weird!"
     "You know what, Darrell? I *know* I'm weird for doing this
and everybody in my family thinks that, but I'm not down at the
psyche ward!"
     "I'll just wear them when I stay over", he said.
     As Darrell and I lied there and talked Tina came to my room.
     "Hey, Darrell!  I left the bathroom door unlocked for you",
she said.  "It didn't occur to me that you may need to go in
there until I just did and thought about you."
     "Okay", Darrell said, as if he felt glad he at least had the
option to use the bathroom if he decided he wanted to.  He was in
the diaper now, but still uncertain about using it. I was tempted
to tell Tina to leave it locked, forcing me to explain why, but I
didn't want to do that to Darrell.  He wanted his interest in
wearing my diapers to remain a secret only between him and me.  I
just told Tina that was fine and left it at that.
     After Darrell and I finally quieted down and decided to go
to sleep I continued to lie awake.  I kept thinking about Darrell
wearing one of my diapers and possibly using it.  I couldn't wait
until morning to find out what he had done, if anything.  I felt
that I would be disappointed if he told me he "chickened out" and
used the toilet.  That would have been no fun!  I wanted to hear
him talk about *using* his diaper, not just wearing it!
     I wanted to make damn sure Darrell would need to use his
diaper and not be able to get to the toilet, which Tina so
considerately left open for him.  I got up very quietly,
pretending to go downstairs, which I really did, just so Darrell
wouldn't know what I was up to.  Before going back to my bedroom
I went to the bathroom and unpropped the door (it always locked
whenever it closed), thereby preventing him from using it if he
needed to.  There was such a rush that had come over me, knowing
that I had pretty much forced Darrell into making use of his
diaper!  His only other option was to go outside.
     The next morning arrived with a cool breeze blowing through
my window.  It almost felt like an autumn breeze as it hinted at
the approaching change of seasons.  I lied awake with excitement.
hoping that Darrell would have something good to say about his
diaper.
     "Psst!  Darrell?  You awake?", I whispered.  Apparently he
wasn't as he remained motionless and said nothing.  I decided to
get up and go downstairs.  I was quite wet and messy myself,
having just messed the diaper while excited over the thought of
Darrell using his diaper.  I made a big mess, adding to a good
soaking I made in my diaper the night before. I was in an
immediate need of getting a change, I felt so messy, and so
naughty at the same time!
     Tina was sitting on front of the TV watching cartoons.  She
said "good morning" to me as I sat down next to her. I knew she
was well aware of my immediate need for a diaper change when she
took a whiff and said "you really smell, Randy, I think I'll
change you now."
     We went up to my room where I lied back down on my bed. I
told Tina to try to be quiet as Darrell was still asleep. As I
lied there on my bed I saw Darrell still lying there asleep.  His
bag had become unzipped as he moved around, enough that his
diaper was exposed to view.  I could see it showing in its
entirety, and as Tina was changing me, she could see it, too.
     "Is Darrell wearing a diaper?", she whispered.
     "Yes, but don't tell him you saw him wearing it", I answered
back quietly.
     "I won't", Tina said.
     Tina had to work awhile on my bottom to get the big mess
cleaned up.  Darrell started to squirm around, as if he were
about to wake up.  In fact, just as Tina had my plastic pants
pulled into place Darrell had his eyes open.  Realizing that his
diaper was not concealed, he quickly threw the sleeping bag over
him, hoping that Tina didn't see him.
     I stayed in the room after Tina left to go downstairs.
     "Man, do you sleep late!", I said to Darrell.
     "Yeah, and I think I'm going to go back to sleep again", he
replied.  "What was Tina doing in here?"
     "Changing my diaper, what else?"
     "Now?  Why so early?"
     "It was dirty, and I mean, *dirty*!  How's your diaper?"
     "I pissed in it", he said.  "I had to!"  The bathroom door
was locked!  I thought Tina was going to leave it open!"
     I had to think quickly.  "Well, uh, she must have gone in
there overnight and, and she just closed it behind her, you know,
force of habit, that sort of thing.  She must have forgotten to
leave it open for you!"
     "How am I going to get this diaper downstairs without Tina
seeing me with it?"
     "It looks like you're stuck.  You can't put your shorts on
over it since they won't fit."
     "I'll take it off now and hide it so you can get it later",
he said.
     "But it'll smell", I said.  "Of course, the wind is blowing
through the window and that's keeping the smell down, so maybe
you'll be alright."
     Darrell decided that this was as good of time to change out
of his diaper as any.  I still didn't know what he had done in
it yet, just that he used it, having no choice, just as I
intended.
     He took it off, revealing the mess underneath.  He only told
me that he wet in them, but he had also pooped as well!   It was
filled with stinky, smelly poop and the front was all soaked! I
felt that big rush flow through me as I saw that Darrell used it.
It was even more of a rush when I thought about how I more or
less forced him to use it, as he would have used the bathroom
otherwise.
     "You said you only peed in them", I said.
     "Well, I also had to go the other way", he said quietly,
perhaps feeling overcome with embarrassment.
     "Here's some of my wipes", I said, handing him the
container.
     Now there was another problem that neither of us had thought
of.  What would Darrell do with his dirty wipes?  As Tina kept
two pails in rotation, there was always a pail ready for the next
dirty diaper and any dirty wipes that were used to be transported
downstairs with the other pail brought up with her each time she
changed me.  Darrell threw the wipes into the pail, hoping that
Tina wouldn't see them or think much about them being in there.
This wouldn't have worked, however.  Tina was always good about
remembering to take the pail down with her, and it always came
back empty.  If I left the dirty wipes in there, then how would I
explain them?  I didn't want to say I tried to clean myself as
this would have gotten me in trouble.  My only other option was
to drop them out of my window, which was also a bad idea.  The
wind would have blown them to who-knows-where before they landed,

most likely in the vicinity of the yard where somebody would spot
them.
     I realized that there was no point in trying to smuggle
Darrell's dirty wipes past my sister since she already saw that
he was wearing one of my diapers.  I also decided that Darrell
had pretty much painted himself into a corner in a figurative
sense, so there was little else to do but to tell him that Tina
saw him wearing the diaper.
     "I hope you don't mind that I tell you this", I started.
     "Tell me what?"
     "That Tina saw you with a diaper on when she changed me
this morning, so you might as well--"
     "She what?"
     "Your sleeping bag was unzipped and she saw you lying
there, your diaper in full view!"
     "Oh, no!", he exclaimed.
     "It's too late, Darrell.  She already knows."
     He stood still, stunned for a moment, wearing only his
underwear now.
     "No!  Oh my...shit!  I am so embarrassed!", he said as he
cringed.
     "So she saw you!  Look, now you don't have to be afraid to
wear diapers around here!  Go ahead and put one back on if you
want."
     "No, that's okay, I think I'm gonna leave now."
     "That's a long ways to walk, Darrell."
     "I'll be alright.  See you in school Tuesday."
     Darrell didn't say another word.  He just slipped on his
pants and left, leaving behind his other underwear and his other
belongings he brought over.
     I followed him downstairs and watched him walk out the door. 
I felt upset that he felt upset.  Darrell just didn't know how to
handle his feelings over wearing diapers.  He liked wearing them
of course, but he was afraid of anyone else knowing. I'm
surprised he even opened enough to tell me he wanted to wear
them.  I hoped that he could sort this problem out and return to
his normal self by Tuesday, following Labor Day, marking the
first day of fifth grade for us.
     "What's with him?", Tina asked after Darrell had closed the
door.
     "I told him you saw him wearing one of my diapers."
     "Why did you tell him?", Tina asked.
     "Well, he was trying to figure out a way to change his dirty
diaper without you knowing.  I figured that he had no way out of
it, so I told him.  I was afraid he might be more embarrassed if
he thought you had found out later on.  He's really sensitive."
     "He always has been, Darrell.  He'll be alright when we go
back to school Tuesday."
     Tina fixed us some breakfast later on.  I didn't say much as
I sat there eating and thinking about how I had upset Darrell
over small things in the past and it always bothered me that he
was so sensitive, even though I knew he always got over things
that upset him.  Getting caught wearing one of my diapers was not
what I considered a "small thing".  I worried that he may not
talk to me at school on Tuesday, perhaps never again.
     Mom and dad then came home unexpectedly early.
     "Mom!  Dad! Why are you home so soon?", I asked.
     "The auction got out early, they didn't have much this
time", my mom said.
     "We saw Darrell walking home and we picked him and drove him
the rest of the way."
     "What did he say when you picked him up?", I asked mom,
concerned over what he may have told her.
     "He told us he left because he wasn't feeling good.  I just
couldn't see him walking all that way.  It's getting cool out
there, and it's so windy!  I think we're getting an early autumn! 
I don't know why he didn't just stay and wait for us to come
home, there's no reason he should be out walking like that if he
isn't feeling well."
     While mom was going off on this I silently asked Tina if we
should tell mom why Darrell really left our house.  Tina shook
her head and whispered "no", so I decided to keep it as much as a
secret as I still could.
     I knew that I would worry about this all day today,
tommorrow, and Monday.  Did I lose my best friend over the fact
that my sister caught him wearing one of my diapers?  Darrell was
the type of kid whom I considered to be, in all fairness, weak. 
He didn't have any other friends besides me and he was always
afraid to try new things.  He wasn't an outgoing, adventurous kid
and probably appreciated what solitude he could get.  I knew he
liked to stay overnight but often longed for getting back home
before it got very late in the day.  He was my friend, but was I
still his friend?

The next day was a real downer.  It was Sunday and 
almost the last day of summer before school started.  I 
couldn't stop thinking about Darrell and what would become 
of him and me.  I really didn't have any friends besides 
him.  Oh, there was Joey, but he never talked much and  he 
wasn't a lot of fun to hang around with.  Doug was okay, 
too, but not a guy I'd make good, close buddies with.
     Today I was with my family as we all went together to 
the county fair again.  Mom was sure to bring along a couple 
changes of underwear for me.  It was always a drag when we 
went as a family.  Dad liked to look at all the farm animals 
and the tractors.  Mom liked to look at the arts and crafts.  
Tina and I wanted to have fun, which was the carnival.
     "You guys just went a few days ago", mom told us as we
whined about wanting to go to the carnival.
     "Look, we're going to eat in a little while, then we'll
go to the carnival."
     "But if we eat we can't go on any rides", I said.  I
think that was part of the plan.
     In spite of having eaten a cheeseburger, some fries and
a large cola, Tina and I still got in a few rides.  At that
point dad was tired and ready to go.  He didn't care much 
for the carnival and always wanted to leave once we got 
there.
     Before leaving I needed to go in my underpants.  While
we were sitting in the shade enjoying some lemonade I let
it out.  It was really messy and felt like it exceeded the
capacity of my underpants.  Everybody noticed it as I was
sitting in the grass with my legs open and my underpants
showing under my shorts at the crotch.  There was a big leak
that dripped fecal matter out of the underpants and spread
throughout my shorts.  We were nowhere near a restroom when
it happened, so getting to a place to change without 
embarrassment would be difficult.
     "Mom!  It leaked!", I exclaimed.
     "Goodness, Randy, you're a mess!"
     "If you didn't get yourself into this trouble, Randy, 
you wouldn't have had this problem!", my dad said.  "Now 
it's everybody's problem because we all have to wait for you 
to get your butt cleaned up!"
     "I suppose we'd better be finding you a bathroom", Tina
said.  But we're too far away.
     "Why don't you just go over there?", dad suggested as 
he pointed to a group of bushes and a tree with a fence 
running behind them.  It wasn't exactly my idea of privacy 
as I would have been in few of passersby from the other side 
of the fence.
     "No, he can't go in there!", mom said.  "Randy needs to
have a place to clean up, too!"
     "Whadaya think leaves are for?", dad said 
sarcastically.
     The tree didn't look like it had big enough leaves to
substitute for toilet paper, not to mention that I needed
so much of it that I would have defoliated the tree.  And
it would have been highly abrasive.
     "He needs a bathroom", mom said.  "Tina, why don't you
walk him over to the exposition building?"
     "Okay, Randy, we'd better go now", Tina said, taking
the bag with my clean underpants in it.
     "We'll wait right here", mom said.
     Tina and I got up and walked through the crowd to the
bathrooms.  I was so embarrassed as everyone must have seen 
the mess in my shorts which had now run down my leg. I was 
glad to have gotten to the bathroom, where I went into one 
of the stalls.
     All around me I could hear people coming in and out of 
the bathroom.  I hoped they didn't know what I was doing.  I 
pulled off my shorts, then the messy underpants! I had 
really loose stools as much of the underpants had become 
soaked in brown, smelly, runny poop.  I worked to get myself 
wiped up the best I could, which was harder to do since the 
hot sun had dried the poop that streaked down my leg.  I got 
the rest of my mess taken care of as I slipped on a clean 
pair of underpants.  I knew that if I put the dirty pair in 
with the other clean one, the clean one would rub up against 
it and become dirty as well.  I decided to wear both of 
them, which made it feel much thicker, and better, I might 
add.  Lastly I put my shorts on.  The poop stain was still 
quite visible, but I had to either wear them out of the 
bathroom or walk out of there in my doubled-up absorbent 
underpants.
     I dropped the dirty pair into the bag and carried it 
out with me, hoping nobody would notice.  As it was a just a 
plastic bag from the grocery store, the mess on the dirty 
underwear could be seen through the bag, no matter what way 
I put it in the bag.  Between carrying the bag and walking 
with poop-stained shorts, it was obvious of what I had done.
     Tina accompanied me back to the trees where my mom and
dad waited, though perhaps not so patiently on dad's part.
Tina must have felt embarrassed to be walking with me having 
dirty shorts on.  She was walking swiftly to get back to mom 
and dad as soon as possible.
     We continued walking out to the truck, which further
exposed me to other passersby on the way out.  Tina then
told me to take my shorts off.
     "Why?", I asked.
     "I don't want you sitting next to me with those poopy
shorts on!"
     "You won't get any on you!", I said.
     "They probably stink!", mom said.  Just take them off
and throw them in the back of the truck with your dirty
underpants!"
     I didn't want to do it right there in the parking lot,
but I had to take my shorts off and let everybody see me in 
my underwear, which was more than your average pair of Fruit 
of the Looms or Hanes.
     I climbed into the truck and sat wedged between Tina 
and dad.  Dad didn't seem to be in the greatest of moods as 
he was hot, tired, and impatient from having to wait on us.
     "You know, Randy", dad started.  "If you want to wear
diapers all the time, that's fine....but, don't expect 
everyone to wait on you.  You gotta go and clean up every 
time, I just don't get it.  It don't make no sense."
     I wanted to change the subject.
     "Did you like the fair this year, dad?"
     "Yeah, it was okay.  Too damn hot this year, though.
Also gettin' too damn commercialized anymore."
     This was the other thing I didn't like about going to 
the fair with dad.  He was always lively and spirited when
he got there, but irritable when he left.  I would have 
thought by now that dad would know what to expect.  The 
heat, the crowds, waiting for us to have our fun in the 
carnival, That's why I always liked to go without mom and 
dad at least one time.
     When we got home Tina told me to get upstairs so she
could get some regular diapers on me.  I must have been 
coming down with a bout of diarrhea as I lost another good
wet load into my underpants on the way home.
     Tina took care of the mess as she pulled off both pairs
of underpants that I had on.
     "Eww, you must be getting diarrhea, Randy!", she said.
     "I think I am."
     "Well, I'll just get you all diapered up then!", she 
said.  And she did!  After she got the mess taken care of
she put me in an even thicker layering of diapers than 
usual.  I didn't know how many diapers she put together, but
it was not a modest amount by any means.
     "How many diapers did you just put on me?", I asked 
Tina.
     "You have enough, believe me, Randy, you do."  When the
plastic pants were put on they were stretched out to their
maximum diaper-thickness capacity.
     For the rest of the day I continued to have frequent 
runny bowel movements.  I knew I was filling up the diapers 
fast, though the extra thickness of them made me feel more 
secure. Tina had to change me a couple more times before I 
went to bed that evening.  The diarrhea seemed to let up as 
I didn't have such frequent or runny bowel movements after I 
was in bed. Still, it was nice to know I was taken care of 
for it, just in case.
     The next day was Labor Day, which was always a drag 
since it officially indicated the end of summer vacation.  I 
was also bummed out over Darrell.  I kept hoping that he 
would stop by, but as the afternoon passed, there was no 
sign of him.  I tried calling his house, but I received no 
answer from anybody.  There was little I could do today 
except to sit on my bed feeling bored.  At the same time I 
was feeling anxious about school starting tomorrow.  I 
wasn't sure of what it would be like to be wearing my 
special underpants  and hoping nobody finds out I'm wearing 
them.  What bothered me the most was Darrell.  I didn't want 
to be stuck with nobody to hang out with at school. A lone 
kid on the playground was always looked upon as someone less 
popular and more vulnerable to being bullied.  The last 
thing I needed was for Tom Kaye, my worst enemy, to come up
to me and try to give me a wedgie or something, only to find
out he couldn't do such a thing as easily with underpants 
such as the ones I would be wearing.
     Later my dad came up to my room.
     "Son, are you just going to sit there all day?"
     "Yeah", I moped.  "There's nothing to do."
     "Well, get up, you've got something to do now."
     "Chores", I thought.
     "We're going out to your Uncle Jack's to pick some more
of his corn.  He's got some other goodies for us, too."
     Well, that wasn't so bad.  At least it would get me out
of the house for awhile, and I enjoyed going into Uncle 
Jack's corn field.
     "We're ready when you are", he said as he left my room 
and went downstairs.
     I wasn't exactly ready.  I was still in just my 
diapers. I tried to locate Tina to see if she would change 
me.  I got outside and discovered she was waiting in the 
pickup truck.
     "Tina!", I shouted to her as she was sitting there with
the window rolled down.
     "Can you change me before we go?", I asked her.
     "Do you need to be changed?", she asked.
     "No, but--"
     "Well, get your butt in here!", she said.  "Mom and dad
are waiting for you!  Oh, here they come!"
     "I can't go over there like this!", I said, pointing 
out what was already obvious.
     "You did last time, Randy.  Aunt Beverly didn't seem to
really care, remember?"
     "Yeah, but what will Uncle Jack say?", I asked.
     "Well, I don't know, Randy, guess we'll find that out 
when we get there!"
     Mom and dad then climbed into the pickup from the other 
side. Dad shut the door and shifted into gear as we left.  I 
knew there was no chance of going back to get changed into 
my less conspicuous underpants which would also allow me to 
wear my shorts.
     It was a long, hot trip.  Dad made it longer as he like 
to poke along at forty-five miles per hour.  Never mind the 
fact that dad always backed up traffic and was constantly 
passed, even honked at and given the bird a few times, much 
to my embarrassment.  Dad just wasn't the type to drive the 
speed limit.  Finally, we got to Uncle Jack's and pulled 
into his driveway.  Uncle Jack was outside and ready to 
greet us upon our arrival.
     I was hesitant to get out of the truck, but I knew I 
couldn't sit there all day.  I was just so afraid that Uncle 
Jack wouldn't understand why I was wearing diapers, so I 
couldn't get out just yet.  Tina was standing outside the 
truck waiting for me.
     "Let's go, Randy!", she hollered as she started to walk 
away.
     "I don't want Uncle Jack to see me!", I said.
     "Aunt Beverly told him about it, so he knows you wear 
diapers!"
     I finally got up and climbed out of the pickup.  We 
walked up to the house where my mom and dad had sat down 
with Aunt Beverly and Uncle Jack on the patio out back.  
They were all looking at us as we approached.
     "Hello, kids!", Aunt Beverly greeted us.  "Have a seat, 
I'll fix you all up a drink, how's that sound?"
     "That's sounds great, Aunt Beverly!", Tina exclaimed.  
I had to agree with her, but I was too nervous thinking 
about Uncle Jack's reaction to seeing me wear diapers.
     "What do you want?", Aunt Beverly asked.  "I have iced 
tea, lemonade, ice water..."
     "I'll have an iced tea, please", said Tina.
     "How about you, Randy?"
     "Uh, I'll take a lemonade", I said.
     Aunt Beverly then returned to the house and returned 
with a glass of iced tea and a glass of lemonade as Tina and 
I requested.
     "Thank you, Aunt Beverly", we said as she set our 
drinks down before us.
     We sat there in the shade and sipped away at our 
beverages as we listened to my parents visit with Aunt 
Beverly and Uncle Jack.  I kept waiting for Uncle Jack to 
turn to me and say something about my wearing diapers.  
After five minutes or so, he did.
     "So, Randy", he started.  "Just how old are you?"
     "Uh, I'm ten, Jack-- Uncle Jack", I responded 
nervously.  I knew that he wouldn't be too understanding of 
this.
      "I sure don't know too many youngsters who wear them 
diapers past the age of three!  You's the first boy I ever 
seen wearing a diaper, you know that?"
      I didn't know what to say, so I just sat there and 
listened to him go on about it.
      "You 'fraid of toilets or somethin'?", he asked 
rhetorically. "Your Aunt Beverly said that you had a dream 
one night, you was a sittin' on the pot, and a big ol' 
green-eyed monster came up and bit ya' on the butt!  So you 
was afraid to use the toilet!"
      Aunt Beverly jabbed him with her elbow.  "Jack, 
please! I never said that!  He's just a boy still, and some 
boys would just rather wear diapers!  I can understand that!  
Can you?"
      "Aww, I dunno", Uncle Jack said.  "He's gonna stay 
just a boy like that!  Ain't gonna grow up and be a man at 
that rate!"
      He sounded just like my dad!  It must run in the 
family.  Uncle Jack then turned directly to me.
      "You know, you outta feel mighty lucky you got 
toilets!  Man, all we had when I was growin' up was an 
outhouse out back!  I'd have to walk out there through the 
weeds, sometimes snow if was wintertime, and when it was 
dark, man, I tell you...Didn't smell no good, neither!"
      He then got up and went into the house.
      "I told you he wouldn't understand!", I said to Tina.
      "Oh, he's just like that", Aunt Beverly said.  "I 
explained it to him, told him you just like to wear diapers, 
and what's wrong with that?  Jack will never understand, so 
don't waste your time trying to get him to agree."
      After a few minutes, Jack came out with several bags 
and a couple of buckets.  He handed us all a few bags and 
told us to head towards the field and start picking.
      The afternoon sun was beating down on me.  It was so 
hot!  That lemonade didn't last very long as I was longing 
for another tall, cold glass.  I also felt the sun's rays 
burning on my legs, which had already been reddened from 
being at the fair.  I hadn't been outside much this summer, 
so my legs were still white and more vulnerable to sunburn.
To make matters worse there were bees flying all around.  I 
hated bees and was afraid of them.  I dropped my bag and ran 
out of the field to get away from them.  I stood at the edge 
of the row and waited until I felt it was safe before 
returning to my corn-picking duties.
     After we finished picking the corn we headed back to 
the porch and shucked it in the cool shade.  Aunt Beverly 
also offered us plenty of cold refreshments.  I took an ice 
water at first and then asked for a glass of iced tea 
immediately afterwards as my throat was quite parched. After 
awhile, when mom and dad got to talking with Aunt Beverly 
and Uncle Jack, Tina and I got bored, so we started running 
around their back yard, running through the garden, and 
going in and out of the various buildings on Uncle Jack's 
farm.  We played hide-and-go-seek from the back yard to the 
barn to the storage shed, Uncle Jack's workshop, all over.  
I just had to make sure I was well-hidden as my gleaming 
white diaper contrasted so much against everything I hid 
under or behind.
     All of this running around made Uncle Jack nervous.  He 
was afraid we'd either break something or get ourselves 
hurt, though he seemed to be more concerned about the 
former.  He always had a way of spoiling our fun.  While we 
were going through his workshop he came in and yelled at us.
     "I want you kids back at the house!  I don't want you 
in my shop here!  You got no business bein' in here!"
     "Yes, Uncle Jack.  We're sorry", Tina said as we walked 
out of his workshop.
     We walked back to the porch and sat down, feeling bored 
again.  I couldn't stand to sit there on my padded bum and 
listen to them visit. Tina was getting restless, too.
     "When are we going home?", I asked mom.
     "It'll be a little while.  Why don't you kids go play 
down by the creek?"
     Tina and I agreed that it was better than sitting with 
our thumbs up our butts, figuratively speaking, though 
literally, doing this was a bit difficult to do with diapers 
on.
     "Don't be long!  And be careful!", mom advised as we 
got up and headed towards the creek.  On the way I felt the 
ice water and the iced tea catch up with me.  I told Tina to 
stop.
     "What?  What is it?", she asked, but then she knew what 
I had to stop for.  "Oh, never mind", she said as she waited 
for me to wet my diaper.
     "Do you need to go back for a change?", she asked.
     "Nah, I'll be okay", I said.
     "Actually, if you wade in the creek your diapers are 
going to get wet, anyway, so let's just keep going."
     She had a good point.  We got to the edge of the 
cornfield and then walked through the tall grass and other 
growth that lined the creek.  Then Tina suddenly started 
removing her shirt, which surprised me until I saw that she 
had worn her swimsuit underneath.
     "You wore your swimsuit?", I asked.
     "Sure, I figured we'd probably be coming down to the 
creek sometime today."
     She stepped into the creek and waded out to the middle 
where it was about chest deep on her, a little deeper for 
me.
     "Come on!  The water's fine!", she said.
     I took my shoes and socks off, but I still didn't want 
to step into the water just yet.  I was never much of a 
swimmer and had always been hesitant to venture out into the 
water.  I just stood there and felt the warmth of the sun 
radiating off the rock beneath my feet.
     "Come on, Randy!  It feels good in here!  This is as 
deep as it gets!"
     I finally got brave and stepped into the water, 
stopping every few feet to allow my body to accilmate itself 
to the water.  I kept going farther and stopped just before 
the water was over the bottom of my diaper.
     "Gee, it's not like your diaper isn't wet already!", 
Tina said.
     I continued on until my entire diaper was submerged, 
then stopped at where it was up to my chest.  By then I had 
gotten used to the water.  It was a relief.
     Tina and I got ourselves into a splash fight and played 
tag in the creek's mild current.  We weren't so sure of the 
time, so we didn't stay too long. As I got out of the water 
I realized how heavy my diaper felt after soaking in so much 
water.  It was dripping of water everywhere as I tried to 
get my shoes and socks back on.  Tina was laughing.
     "I think you're due for a change now, Randy!", she 
said.
     We walked back, my diaper leaving a trail of water as 
it dripped. We got to the house, hoping mom and dad were 
ready to leave.  They were sitting there looking at photo 
albums!  "How much longer?!", I thought impatiently.
     "Uh, Aunt Beverly?  Is there a place in the house I can 
change Randy?", Tina asked her.
     "Oh, Tina just change him on the lawn", mom said.  
"Don't try going in the house dripping wet like that."
     "Boy, he must have really soaked them!", Uncle Jack 
said sarcastically with a hint of disapproval of having me 
wear diapers.
     Tina grabbed some clean diapers from the truck and led 
me out to the back yard.  She took me around the corner of 
the house so we would at least have some privacy.
     "I'm glad you *don't* wet them like this!", Tina said 
as she pulled away the waterlogged diapers.  It felt good to 
have clean, dry diapers on again as she pinned them into 
place and wrapped them up in the plastic pants.
     Everybody was standing up and stretching as we came 
back around the corner, which hopefully meant that we were 
getting ready to leave.
     "Get in the truck, kids", mom said.
     Yes!  We said goodbye to Aunt Beverly and Uncle Jack 
and then raced each other to the truck.  Of course Tina won 
as she had longer legs and didn't have a diaper to negotiate 
while running.  Nothing against Aunt Beverly and Uncle Jack, 
but just sitting there and visiting got so boring and I was 
always glad to leave because of that.  I wanted to sleep on 
the way home but the ride was too bumpy.  All I could think 
about was my bed, which I was so glad to see and lie upon 
after we got home.  I napped for about an hour and then ate 
dinner with the family.  I took a bath, got all my school 
supplies ready for tomorrow and went to bed, thinking back
upon my summer and how I spent it almost entirely in 
diapers. Then I thought about school starting and the 
challenges that I faced ahead of me.

It was the first day of school, and along with the 
usual anticipation and anxiety came my concerns over whether 
anyone would find out I was wearing diapers.  Even though I 
would just be wearing my absorbent underpants to school, 
they were close enough to being diapers that if others saw 
me wearing them they'd think that they were diapers.  Mom 
decided that if she got Tina up first that would give her 
time to get dressed so that she could come into my room and 
change me and also to wake me up if I forgot to set my 
alarm, something I was so often guilty of doing.  
        As the sun was due to rise a little after 7:00, it was 
still light enough in the early morning that I was usually 
awakened by it.  Tina came in and took off my wet diaper and 
cleaned me up, handing me a clean pair of underpants and the 
new pants that mom bought for me to wear to school.  
        After Tina got me cleaned up she left me alone to get 
dressed. I put my pants on to see how much of the absorbent 
underpants would show.  Examining myself in the mirror the 
underpants were easily in view above my pants.  Then it 
occurred to me that I still had my old underpants which had 
been more or less forgotten about.  I took the pants back 
off and grabbed a pair of my old, regular underwear, trying 
to find a larger pair that would go up over the special 
underpants so that if anything showed above my pants it 
would just be ordinary underwear with a red-striped 
waistband like most other boys wore.  At least at first 
glance nothing would be noticeable, though there was little 
I could do about the bulge underneath.  I went ahead and 
decided to wear the regular under- pants at least to 
disguise any immediate observation of what was showing above 
my pants.  
        Mom had some cereal and toast ready for us after 
brushing our teeth.  Our lunches were packed and we were off 
to the bus.  Tina and I went to the same bus stop, but we 
boarded different buses as Tina was now in junior high this 
year, and the junior high students rode a different bus.  
Her bus arrived first, followed by mine about ten minutes 
later.  
        It was pretty much the same kids I had ridden with 
since the first grade.  There were a few new kids, most of 
whom probably lived in the new subdivision they built up the 
road from us. I didn't know anybody on the bus so I just sat 
by myself until enough kids got on at other stops on the 
way, where I then had to share my seat with someone I didn't 
know.  
        We pulled into the school.  I looked around and noticed 
that most of the kids were wearing brand new clothes and new 
shoes that hadn't been broken in yet.  As I walked through 
the hall the familiar smell of the building came back to me 
along with the familiar interior of the building.  I found 
my classroom and took my seat, which was pre-assigned by the 
teacher. His name was Mr. Hines.  He was new at our school, 
so he hadn't yet established a reputation.  I sat and 
anxiously watched the kids file in, keeping my fingers 
crossed that I wouldn't have Tom Kaye in my class.  I never 
saw him enter the room, fortunately.  
        I did have Doug Stevens in my class.  Like I said, he 
was cool to talk to, but not a guy I'd feel like making 
friends with, although if Darrell wasn't going to talk to 
me, then maybe I should get to know some of these other 
people better.  Perhaps they would turn out to be better 
friends.  
        The bell clanged loudly, officially commencing my first 
day of fifth grade.  It took a couple of minutes for the 
class to get settled down as Mr. Hines started speaking.  
        "Good morning, class!", he greeted us.  "My name is Mr. 
Hines.  This is my first year at East Hills Elementary, so I 
hope that I can get to know all of you as well as all of the 
staff here.  Most of all, I look forward to teaching here at 
this school.  Everyone in the community has made me feel 
welcome..."  
        So far, so good, he seemed like a pretty cool guy.  He 
went on to tell us about the history of his teaching career.  
Then he started our getting-acquainted session, which he 
explained would be for his benefit as well.  
        "Why don't we all go around the room and, one at a 
time, stand up, state your name, and tell us a little about 
yourself."  
        I was assigned to the fourth seat in the far left row, 
so I was among the first to speak before the class, giving 
me little time to prepare for what to say.  The other three 
were not so prepared either as they stammered and paused 
trying to make a favorable impression on the rest of the 
class.  In less time than I needed, it was my turn to speak.  
I stood up and introduced myself.  
        "My name is Randy Clark...", I started, unsure of what 
to say about myself. "...and I like to ride my bike, build 
jigsaw puzzles, play games, listen to the radio...and watch 
TV...and sometimes I like to read books.  My favorite kind 
of music is rock...I like funny movies, and, and..."  
        I was struggling to come up with anything that may 
interest the class.  "Okay, Randy, good", said Mr. Hines.  
"You sound like you have a wide variety of interests."  He 
then signaled for the next student to introduce himself.  
Most of the kids probably didn't get to say what they would 
like to have said about themselves. In closing, Mr. Hines 
said that by later in the year we should all get to knowing 
each other better.  There was one particular thing I hoped 
nobody would find out, and I certainly was not about to 
volunteer such information.  
        We spent much of the morning previewing some of the 
things we should expect to learn in the coming year.  We 
also received our textbooks and got an overview of them.  
Then we went over Mr. Hines' classroom rules.  He was a 
pretty nice teacher and I had a hard time picturing him 
enforcing his rules, but I was sure he also had an ugly side 
of him that showed when he needed to discipline a student.  
        The first recess bell rang as we filed out of the 
classroom. I looked around the playground hoping to find 
Darrell.  I didn't see him right away, but he apparently 
wasn't too enthused about wanting to meet me.  About ten 
minutes later I spotted him with another kid.  His name was 
Scott, and I didn't really care for him.  Big troublemaker.  
        I walked up to Darrell and Scott and said "hey, guys!", 
acting like nothing had ever happened.  
        "Go away, Randy!", Darrell said.  What a slap in the 
face that was!  I knew that with Scott around I couldn't 
discuss the issue that separated us.  
        "Can I talk to you, Randy?  Just you?", I pleaded.  
        "No, get your own friends!", he replied.  Scott went 
along with him.  
        "Yeah, Randy, we don't want you!", he said.  
        I felt hurt and rejected.  The kid was my best friend, 
and now he refused to acknowledge my existence!  He was 
right; I should find some friends of my own.  There was 
little time left in recess to do that, so I just walked 
around the playground by myself.  All along I was fully 
aware of my thick underwear underneath my pants, hoping that 
Darrell and Scott didn't start going around telling 
everybody.  The bell rang as I headed back to the classroom 
immediately.  
        As I sat in class, I thought about turning to Doug.  He 
was the one I considered to be a good candidate for a 
friend.  Since he sat on the other side of the room I 
couldn't converse with him in class.  I would have to wait 
until lunch.  
        Later in the afternoon we were dismissed for lunch.  I 
entered the lunchroom and looked for Doug, who was sitting 
with a couple of other kids who I recognized by face but not 
by name.  I decided to sit down with them.  
        "Hi, guys!", I said.  
        "Oh, hi, Randy!", Doug said.  That's about all he said 
as he then turned his attention back to his other two 
buddies.  I wasn't much for jumping in and joining a 
conversation.  I waited for a break and then asked Doug how 
his summer was.  
        "I had a good summer, what did you do?"  
        "Oh, I stayed home mostly, went to the fair, did a 
little swimming..."  
        "Oh, okay."  
        Right away his attention was off of me and back to the 
other members in his party.  The boys then got up from the 
table, saying nothing to me nor inviting me to join them.  
It didn't look like Doug had much interest in doing anything 
with me.  
        I decided to look for Joey, who was nowhere to be 
found.  Just like at the morning recess I had nothing to do 
on my lunch hour. This was a terrible feeling!  I had no 
friends!  On top of that I needed to go to the bathroom.  I 
was feeling insecure as it was, and the thought of wetting 
my underpants at school only aggravated the insecure feeling 
I had.  I decided to do it the "big boy's" way.  I ran into 
the restroom and stepped up to the urinal.  I wasn't even 
thinking as I unzipped my pants and tried to pull my 
underpants down.  These underpants didn't just pull down at 
the front like regular underwear.  I would have had to drop 
my pants completely in order to get my absorbent underpants 
down far enough to use the urinal.  
        Pretending I had deposited something in the urinal, I 
flushed it.  I started to walk back towards one of the 
stalls, but then I realized how silly this would have 
looked, flushing a urinal and then going back into a stall.  
While it was unlikely for someone to observe me that 
closely, I didn't want to take any chances. Wearing these 
special underpants in school made me very aware of every 
action I took.  I left the restroom and entered the other 
one at the other end of the hall, where I could use the 
stall to pull down my underpants.  As the stall doors still 
left a wide space between the door and the door jamb, 
someone walking by could easily catch my bare butt in their 
peripheral vision.  I decided that from now on I'd just sit 
on the toilet as if to be taking a crap so nobody would know 
the difference.  
        Just as I left the restroom the bell rang.  I was close 
to my classroom, being among the first to be at his seat.  I 
looked over at Doug and wrote off any chance of making 
friends with him.  I decided he wasn't worth it.  
        I also began to build a feeling of resentment against 
Darrell. I began to think about some of the things that 
always bothered me about him, but was nice enough not to 
mention to his face.  For one, I envied the way he bragged 
about his parents being so rich.  Shit, he went to Europe 
for the summer!  My parents could never afford that! But 
that wasn't so much of a concern as much as the way Darrell 
acted!   He had a way of making me feel inferior to him 
because his family was wealthier than mine.  I didn't like 
his attitude towards a lot of things, either.  There were 
too many specifics to think about just one.  I was sensing a 
widening rift between Darrell and I.  
        All of these negative thoughts on Darrell were getting 
to me, so I thought about the possibility of being friends 
with Joey instead.  My mission at the afternoon recess was 
to locate Joey and see what he was up to.  I was desperate 
enough to try it. Maybe he would open up a little once I got 
to know him.  
        Just as the bell rang I left the classroom and looked 
for Joey.  He usually stood in the corner of the basketball 
court by himself watching the other kids play.  He was quite 
predictable. Sure enough, there he was.  I walked up to him 
and said "hi, Joey!"  
        "Oh, hi, Randy", he said.  "How was summer?"  
        "It was okay.  I didn't do much.  I stayed home most of 
the time. We went to the city this summer, if you call that 
going anywhere."  
        "Yeah, that's about all we did.  We went camping once, 
that was fun!"  
        Now he was talking!  Suddenly I felt a lot better.  
        "So do you want to go do anything?", I asked him.  
        "Nah, not now.  I just like to stand here and watch."  
        "Me, too", I said, not that I meant it.  I just wanted 
to agree with him so he'd get to like me enough to be his 
friend.  
        There was a dialog between us, even with him initiating 
some of it, so this was a good sign.  Before I realized it 
the bell was ringing.  I asked him to meet me there in the 
corner tomorrow morning as we parted ways and returned to 
our classrooms.  
        I felt better during the last part of the afternoon 
than I did all day, partly because the dismissal bell was 
due to ring soon. Mr. Hines excused us at the bell and gave 
us a reading assignment, too, right at the end of class.  
This bummed me out, but at least he was turning out to be a 
cool teacher in spite of that.  
        I was back home from school, feeling better than when I 
left. I had a decent teacher, I was optimistic about forming 
a new friendship, and nobody said anything about my diapers.  
Mom asked how my first day was.  I told her about Darrell 
first.  
        "I'm sorry, Randy", she said.  "Some friendships just 
don't last forever, people discover their differences later 
on in life and go their own ways."  
        "There's another kid I talked to today.  His name's 
Joey."  
        "Oh, that's good", mom replied.  "Maybe you and him can 
start doing things together.  Well, Tina will get you 
changed whenever you're ready."  
        Tina was already upstairs in her room doing some 
homework as I went to her door to tell her I needed to be 
changed back into regular diapers.  
        She and I talked about our first days at school as she 
pulled my underpants off.  She noticed that I had put on a 
pair of my old regular underpants.  
        "What are you wearing these for?", she asked.  
        "In case my underpants showed I didn't want people to 
see the thicker ones underneath."  
        "Randy, these bulge under your pants, there is no way 
to hide them", Tina said.  "If they see this, they'll think 
you're wearing about ten pairs of underpants like you've 
done before." She pulled off both the regular underpants off 
and the absorbent undies, noting that I had not used them.  
        "You're still dry", she said.  "You didn't go in these 
at all."  
        "I couldn't", I said.  "I was afraid to try using them 
in school."  
        "Well, you can leave them on until you use them, then I 
can change you", Tina said.  "That is, unless you'd just 
rather get into your diapers the minute you get home", she 
added with a smile.  
        "I want mom to think I used them, so you'd better 
change me", I suggested.  
        "I think you just want to get back into your diapers", 
Tina said, still smiling.  She was smart, and she was right.  
I didn't argue with her.  She put my real diapers on and 
pinned them up tightly.  
        I decided that I'd better get started on the reading 
assignment that Mr. Hines gave us.  It was easy and fairly 
short, thank goodness. I needed to pee while sitting there 
in my room reading the story.  At least I didn't have to get 
up and go to the bathroom, though having to stop to pee did 
disrupt my concentration, so it wasn't really much of an 
advantage to have diapers on while doing my homework.  
        After finishing the story I went back into my normal 
routine, watching TV, working on another jigsaw puzzle, 
munching on after-school snacks.  The rest of the evening 
went much like any other.  Things were a bit different with 
having to get changed before bedtime and whenever I needed 
to be changed throughout the evening.  
        The next day started much in the same way.  Again, I 
wore a pair of regular underpants over my absorbent 
underpants to conceal them from view.  At recess I met Joey 
right where he liked to hang out.  I knew standing in the 
corner of the basketball court would get old, not to mention 
that Joey and I would become known as permanent fixtures 
there.  
        "Let's go to the other side of the playground", I 
suggested, noting that a couple of the boys were staring at 
us.  
        As I walked out into the main playground I ran into 
Tom.  
        "Hey, Randy!  I hear you wear diapers now!", he opened.  
        "What?  I don't wear diapers", I denied.  
        "Your old friend told me you do!"  
        "Darrell?"  
        "Yeah, and he told me all about it!  Your *sister* 
changes you!  Ha!  Ha!  Ha!"  
        Joey and I both stood there paralyzed.  
        "I see you got a new friend!  I wonder what *he* 
wears!"  
        Joey then ran off.  I went after him.  
        "Going to get your diapers changed?", Tom laughed.  
        Joey kept running as I tried to get his attention. I 
caught up with him, where he told me he was afraid of Tom 
and that he was always threatening to beat him up.  We 
walked around for a little until I was accosted by some 
other students who had received the news.  I knew I was sunk 
as it seemed like the whole school knew about it.  I was 
very humiliated and wanted to cry, which I did upon 
returning to the classroom.  I didn't even say anything to 
Joey.  I just ran off.  
        "What's the matter, uh...", Mr. Hines started asking, 
not remembering my name.  
        "It's Randy", I sobbed.  "All the kids are making fun 
of me!"  
        "What for?", he asked.  
        "I can't tell", I said.  
        "Oh, okay.  Do you just want to sit here in class?"  
        "Uh, huh", I said, burying my face in my folded arms.  
        Just as the bell rang and the kids started filing in 
they attacked me, saying "hey, diaper-pants!" and other 
references to the fact that I wore diapers.  Of course this 
clued in Mr. Hines as to what was going on.  After the class 
was settled he came up to me and recommended that I should 
go see the school counselor. As I left the class I could 
feel everyone's eyes on me.  I heard them giggle, many of 
them probably taking note of the bulge beneath my pants.  
        I went to the office and asked to speak with the 
counselor.  
        "He's with another student", the secretary said, "but 
if your teacher doesn't mind you being out of class then you 
can wait a few minutes."  
        "Okay", I said.  
        It was about fifteen minutes later that he took me in 
to talk to him.  It was the first time I ever had to go to 
him for anything. It was hard for me to tell him what 
happened, and I couldn't really explain to him why I was 
wearing diaper-like underpants.  He told me that I could 
call my mom and have her pick me up if my teacher would 
excuse me from his class.  Having agreed with that option, I 
was cleared with Mr. Hines to be excused.  I gave my mom a 
call and told her I was feeling sick.  I wasn't ready to 
tell her what really happened, at least not just yet.  
Within ten or fifteen minutes mom was there.  I was so glad 
to get out of school today when I did!  I couldn't take 
another recess of being teased the way I was on lunch hour.

"Are you really sick?", mom asked me as we walked to 
the car.  
        "Well, I'm not feeling well", I said, which was no lie.  
        "The day's almost over, Randy.  Couldn't you stick it 
out until then?"  
        "No, mom, I need to go home."  
        "Okay.  It's not good to get absences so early in the 
year, especially since they've reduced the number of days 
you're allowed absent", mom informed me.  
        "I'm feeling sick", I said.  I did have a big headache, 
which I felt was sufficient for being sick.  
        "Okay, just stay healthy from here on out."  
        As we got home I went straight up to my room to take a 
nap. I took off my pants and looked at what I was wearing, 
thinking how all of this trouble started with a package of 
diapers that were dropped in the parking lot.  Was it worth 
it, I pondered.  At home it was, but at school, I just could 
not deal with it, and now that everyone was aware of it, 
there was no way of turning things back. Even if I never 
wore anything but regular underwear (and pants, of course) 
to school, everyone would forever remember the fact that I 
was wearing them.  On the other hand, nobody ever saw that I 
was wearing diapers or anything similar to it, other than 
the fact that there was a bulge beneath my pants.  
         I continued to lie there, uncertain about what would 
happen in the coming days.  My reputation was forever 
tarnished, and all because of Darrell.  Once my best friend, 
now I was set to get even with him.  But how?  I was up 
against him and several other kids who were becoming his 
allies, many of whom I didn't like.  I tossed around several 
ideas in my mind, but they would have been too obvious.  
Perhaps if I waited and devised a plan to get revenge then 
it would be worth it.  I still had to deal with all the 
taunts and teasing in the meantime.  
        Tina then came home from school and came up to my room.  
She knocked on my door gently and asked me if I was awake.  
        "Yes, come in", I said.  
        "Mom says you're sick", she said as she knelt down at 
the side of my bed.  
        "Well, I'm not really sick", I confessed.  
        "What?!  It's the second day, Randy!  Wait until it's 
later in the year when you have extra sick days left and 
then--"  
        "No, no, Tina!  It's not that!", I stopped her.  
        "What, then?  Why are you home early?"  
        "Don't tell mom this, but everybody found out that I 
was wearing diapers and they just all started teasing me and 
I just couldn't take it!"  
        "Well, you're going to have to deal with it, you wanted 
to wear diapers, after all", Tina said.  
        "At home, yeah, but not at school!"  
        "Maybe this has taught you something, Randy", Tina 
said.  
        "It wouldn't have happened if Darrell had kept his 
mouth shut! He went around and told everybody!  He even said 
that you have to change me all the time!"  
        "You and Darrell aren't friends anymore, huh?"  
        "No!  And I want to get back at him for it!  I just 
don't know how!"  
        "Well, don't get into any fights, because that'll just 
get you into more trouble", Tina advised.  
        "Darrell's got all these other friends now and they'd 
all just beat up on me!"  
        "Well, let's deal with Darrell later.  If I can think 
of something, I'll let you know.  I just hate to see you two 
be mad at each other now.  You guys used to be best friends, 
what happened?"  
        "Darrell just had a hard time with the fact that I wear 
diapers!  
         "Maybe he's just jealous."  
        "I don't know.  Darrell was weird, anyway."  
        "I suppose I'd better change you", Tina said.  "Mom 
thinks you're sick, and usually that means diarrhea for you, 
Randy, so I'd better diaper you extra thick just so it looks 
legit."  
        "That's fine", I said, again giving into my urges to 
wear diapers in spite of the problems it has caused.  
        "You might want to stay in here so mom won't get 
suspicious", Tina advised.  
        After Tina got me back into my diapers she left my room 
and closed the door.  "I'll come get you before dinner", she 
said.  
        I was still feeling lousy over the way things turned 
out today as I felt like doing nothing more than to lie in 
bed.  I couldn't get my mind off of Darrell.  I did have one 
thing to use against him, and that was the fact that he told 
me that he was once a bedwetter. This sounded like a good 
way to get back at him.  I thought of just going around 
telling people that he was a bedwetter, but it would only 
make me look like a copycat and the kids would probably not 
believe me.  It would be obvious that I was only trying to 
make Darrell look bad, which I was.  
        Finally I got tired of staring at the ceiling, yet I 
didn't feel like doing any of my usual activities.  I walked 
around the room and then sat down at my desk.  I grabbed a 
pencil and some paper and doodled for a few minutes.  I 
looked at my top drawer, which was overflowing with odds and 
ends, well, junk.  I decided to take the initiative to go 
through it, which is something I had been putting off for a 
long time.  
        I pulled it open and sifted through all the useless 
crap that was contained in it.  It had old, stubby crayons 
and pencils, cereal box toys, McDonald's Happy Meal toys, a 
pair of sunglasses with a lens missing, half of a pair of 
scissors, a yo-yo with the string broken, a broken 45-RPM 
record, the list went on.  
        I dug deeper and uncovered a few forgotten treasures as 
well, one of them being my old squirt gun.  I did a little 
bit of thinking and then, an idea was starting to form in my 
mind!  I did some more thinking as I sat there at my desk 
and held the water gun in my hand.  
        Then it came to me!  I could use this against Darrell!  
Now I had a plan of action to develop.  I thought that if I 
could somehow make it look like Darrell wet his pants then I 
could really make him look bad!  At first I thought of using 
water, but then, why not just use real urine?  I could 
collect my pee in a bottle and then pour it into the squirt 
gun.  It would be messy, I realized, but it would be worth 
it if I could do it somehow.  
        Now, the question was how to do this.  I couldn't just 
go up to him and start spraying the front of his pants!  For 
one thing, even squirt guns were not allowed at school, so I 
didn't want to be caught carrying it.  I still had to think 
some more, and just then, Tina came upstairs to tell me mom 
was about to have dinner ready.  
        I went downstairs and got a good whiff of the aroma of 
the roast beef that mom was cooking.  Dad was sitting in his 
chair looking at real estate ads from the city, which I 
thought was odd.  Maybe he was just curious about house 
prices.  Dad often times read such things even if they 
didn't pertain to him.  
        "How are you feeling now, Randy?", mom asked.  
        "Better", I said.  
        "Looks like Tina's got you diapered up pretty well", 
mom said, noting how thick she put them on me.  
        "He's still got the runs", Tina said, covering for me, 
so to speak.  "He'll need to wear them that way for awhile."  
        "I understand you had a bad day at school", mom said to 
me.  
        "I did, how did you know?"  
        "Tina told me.  She said Darrell's been telling 
everyone about you wearing diapers, and now everyone is 
teasing you about it."  
        Oh, no!  Now mom knows that I wasn't really sick!  
        "I suppose the fact that you were feeling sick didn't 
help matters, either", mom continued.  I looked over at Tina 
as she winked at me, assuring me that mom still thought I 
was truly sick as well.  
        "Yes, and now everybody knows and they're all laughing 
at me!"  
        "Well, Randy, maybe this has taught you a lesson.  Has 
it?"  
        "Uh, huh."  
        "Now you know that most kids your age don't wear 
diapers."  
        "I already knew that, mom", I replied.  
        "Yes, but did you know how everyone would react?"  
        "Kind of, sort of.  I knew that if anyone found out I'd 
get laughed at, but I didn't think Darrell would break off 
from me and start being a jerk!  Now he's got the whole 
school on me!"  
        "I didn't know what else to do, Randy.  I figured you 
were aware of the risks, which you were."  
        "If Darrell were still my friend he wouldn't tell 
anybody and nobody would ever know!"  
        "There's still a chance that someone could find out.  
They *do* show over your pants and they bulge out, you know.  
Well, dinner's ready, go get your dad."  
        I got up to get dad, who was still poring over the real 
estate ads.  He set the one he was reading down and joined 
us at the table. After mom had everyone served, dad spoke 
up.  
        "Kids, I suppose now is a good time to tell you this", 
he started. "We're thinking about selling the place."  
        "What?!", Tina and I both said in unison, quite 
surprised at the news.  
        "Yep.  Your mom and I have been thinking about it for 
awhile. We decided that the place is too much to keep up."  
        "But dad, we've lived here for a long time!", Tina 
said.  "Why are you selling it?  I like this house!  I like 
my room!"  
        "Me, too!", I said.  
        "We'll all miss it, kids.   We've had a lot of fine 
memories here. It was a hard decision for us to make, but, 
we did think about it, and we think it's time to move into 
another place that doesn't take so much upkeep."  
        We continued to eat dinner as mom and dad answered our 
questions and explained the sudden decision.  At least it 
was sudden to us as mom and dad had contemplated the idea 
far longer.  
        "Where are we moving to?"  
        "Stafford Lake", mom replied.  This was "the city", as 
we more often referred to it.  "Your dad's been doing some 
calling around, he's even made a few trips there during the 
day.  We think that your dad's furniture business will do 
better there.  He may even open his own shop, who knows?"  
        "That means I'll miss all my friends!", Tina said.  
"How will I tell Debra?"  
        "You can send her letters.  Maybe you can see her when 
your dad and I go to your Uncle Jack's.  We'd have to go 
this way anyway, and we'd be glad to drop you off.  I know 
Uncle Jack's place is pretty boring for you."  
        It took awhile for the news to set in, but after mom 
and dad explained how life would be better and easier, it 
didn't sound like such a bad idea after all, just that this 
was my home and it was, well, home.  On the other hand, a 
smaller place would mean fewer chores (hopefully), and maybe 
I'd get air conditioning in my room in the summer!  That 
sounded nice.  Moving had it's pros and cons, I decided.  
        This explained the real estate ads that dad was looking 
at. Now I had even more things on my mind.  There was one 
thing that was good, and that was if we were to be moving 
soon, I wouldn't have to deal with all the kids at my school 
for much longer!  Now there was some hope ahead.  I still 
wanted to strike back at Darrell, however, before leaving 
him and everyone else at East Hills Elementary behind.  
        I went back upstairs.  Tina came to my room where we 
discussed the anticipated moving between ourselves.  
        "I'll miss Debra", Tina lamented.  "I don't suppose 
you'll miss Darrell, not after what he's done to you."  
        "No, but I have a plan to get back at him!"  
        "You do?", Tina said, her eyes lit up.  "What?  What 
are you gonna do?"  
        I got up and picked up my old squirt gun.  
        "I want to make it look like Darrell wets his pants!"  
        "And how are you going to do that?  `Hey, Darrell, 
stand still while I spray you!'  I don't think so, brother."  
        "That's the part I need to figure out", I said.  
        "Get back with me when you think of something", she 
said.  
        We went back to talking about moving again.  It was for 
another half hour or so before Tina got up and told me that 
she'd better get started on her homework.  "I'll come change 
you in a couple hours", she said as she left.  
        I sat on my bed and had alternating thoughts focused on 
moving soon and on how I would get back at Darrell.  At 
least thinking of striking back at Darrell took my mind off 
of the thought of moving. I wracked my brain trying to think 
of a good way to get to the front of Darrell's pants without 
him knowing.  
         Let's see, if he goes into the bathroom he will need 
to pull his pants down, that is if he goes into the stall to 
take a dump. Now the gears of my suddenly-turned vengeful 
mind were turning like a well- oiled machine, clicking along 
ever so smoothly.  
        Here was the plan:  
        First, fill the squirt gun with my own pee before going 
to school.  This would mean I would either have to fill it 
the night before or in the morning, preferably around a time 
when Tina had my diapers off, obviously.  Maybe I could even 
be allowed to remove them when I needed to go as well as 
have access to the bathroom, where I could use the sink to 
catch any spills, and also so that I could wash my hands, of 
course.  
        Next, sneak the squirt gun in my jacket pocket.  As a 
precaution, I would put it on a resealable sandwich bag so 
that if the gun leaked I wouldn't have urine dripping around 
in my pocket.  The only trouble here was that I would have 
to wear my jacket at all times, even when it was warm in the 
afternoon.  It was September and hopefully the temperatures 
would be dropping here soon.  
        Now the hard part.  Follow Darrell around at a safe 
distance and wait until he goes into the bathroom, hoping he 
will use one of the stalls.  If he does, I can go into an 
adjacent stall, as long as one is vacant.  While in there, 
when Darrell has his pants pulled down to his ankles while 
he is seated, I could squirt the contents of the gun onto 
the crotch of his pants.  
        There was the obvious risk of being caught.  The sound 
of the squirting would be heard, even with the noise that 
the other kids created while in the bathroom.  There was 
also the good chance that Darrell may be looking down while 
he is seated, watching the urine stream from the adjacent 
stall spraying his pants.  He'd probably get up right away, 
even if he was in mid-turd, and have me cornered in the next 
stall.  Enter Joey.  
        I needed to enlist Joey in my scheme.  Joey and I had 
only been friends for two days, and after today, who knows 
what he may have been thinking.  Hopefully he was enough of 
a friend that he would help me pull this stunt off.  
        I needed Joey to create a distraction that would divert 
Darrell's attention.  He could stand in front of the stall 
door and knock on it loudly, or lean up against it, 
something to keep Darrell's attention such that he would be 
staring straight ahead instead of down.  I wished that I 
could have some other friends come into the bathroom and 
make enough noise to drown out the sound of the squirt gun, 
but that wasn't something I was counting on doing.  I would 
have to rely on other kids who happened to be in there at 
the time.  
        The idea here was to make it appear that Darrell had 
peed his pants, simply by squirting urine onto the front of 
his pants where it would then appear that Darrell just had 
an accident.  There was little he could do about it at the 
moment, forcing him to exit the bathroom with a wet spot on 
his pants, right where it counts. Most of all, it would give 
me the firepower to go around and call Darrell a bedwetter!  
The whole stunt would have to go as planned. There was no 
"plan B" here.  
        I sat down and wrote this all out.  I even made some 
diagrams to illustrate what would happen.  Now I was all 
excited and consumed in carrying out my revenge scheme.  I 
even peed in my diapers over the excitement of it, adding to 
the mess I deposited earlier.  
        I expected Tina to change me soon, but I couldn't wait 
to tell her about my plan, so I went over to her room and 
knocked on her door.  She wasn't in there.  I decided to go 
downstairs, where I needed to go to get a cup or a bottle, 
something to pee in besides a diaper were I could collect my 
urine.  I found a plastic cup and a sandwich bag.  While I 
didn't expect to be needing these items right away, I wanted 
to get them while I was thinking about it.  
         I then found Tina, who was out in the laundry room 
retrieving her clothes.  
        "I've got it, Tina!", I said.  
        "Got what?  The shits?  Ha! Ha!", she joked.  
        "No...I mean, I came up with an idea!"  
        "Wait till we get upstairs, then you can tell me!"  
        Tina also saw that I was holding a sandwich bag and an 
empty plastic bottle.  
        "What are those for?"  
        "It's part of my plan!", I said.  
        "Well, let's get upstairs and get you changed, then you 
can tell me!"  Tina was very excited to hear this plan.  
        While she was changing me and getting my stinky mess 
wiped up I explained to her that I would need to go into the 
bathroom to pee into the bottle and then transfer the 
contents of the bottle to the squirt gun.  She said that she 
would let me, but I'd have to be careful not to get caught 
in there as I was only allowed to use the downstairs 
bathroom, and that was only for brushing my teeth, washing 
my hands and taking baths.  
        "Okay, but, I think there's one thing you need to 
know", Tina said.  
        "What's that?", I asked.  
        "You'll need a fresh load every day.  It'll really 
stink if you don't use fresh piss each day."  
        "Good point", I said, knowing how vile smelling 
stagnant urine can be.  There was no way of telling how many 
days it would be before I had the right opportunity to pull 
off my stunt.  
        "Maybe you should do a trial run", Tina suggested.  
"Fill your gun with water, then slip your pants on, just to 
your ankles while sitting on the toilet and then I'll see if 
I can simulate things."  
        "Okay", I agreed.  "But then *my* pants will be wet!"  
        "We'll use *water*, silly, like I said to use!  
Besides, they'll dry out by morning."  
        Tina opened the bathroom and let me fill my squirt gun 
with water.  Then, as Tina suggested, I grabbed my pants and 
put them on, just to my ankles-- I couldn't pull them all 
the way up anyway as they could not have fit with my 
diapers.  Next, I sat on the toilet as if I were taking a 
dump in it-- purely a hypothetical situation in my case as 
this was only for testing my scheme.  Tina then stood off to 
the side and crouched down as if to be in an adjacent stall 
and aimed right for the crotch of my pants.  As I expected, 
the stream was fairly audible, but it was a good dose, 
nonetheless. It was enough that I was worried that my pants 
would not be dry by morning.  Nevertheless, it looked like 
it would work so long as all other conditions for the stunt 
would prove to be favorable. Even the weather had to 
cooperate since I would need to be wearing a coat to conceal 
the squirt gun.  Curious, I wanted to know what the forecast 
was, which I caught on the news.  They were predicting 
showers and much cooler temperatures by next week, so that 
gave me plenty of time to get with Joey to see if he would 
be an accomplice in pulling this off.  In the meantime. I 
still had to think about what the kids would say to me 
tomorrow.  Maybe Darrell would keep it up enough that I 
would be angry enough to be motivated to go through with my 
stunt.  I couldn't wait for the day to come when I execute 
my plan of action against Darrell.