Karen's Life - Chapter one I stood at the corner with my friend Amanda as we waited for the bus. She was babbling on about some guy she talked with in Biology class and I was faintly listening. Amanda was wearing jeans as usual with a small white T-shirt with some picture on it. I too was wearing jeans and a T-shirt as we usually did when the seasons started to heat up. As we stood there all I could think about was Emily Fairchild. She was a girl in my History class in High School and I found out from one of my friends that she was a lesbian. Now up until a few days ago I never really thought about it. I mean like having relations with another girl instead of a guy. Now I never really thought of myself as being a lesbian. I myself had had several boyfriends in my day but most were immature and they never lasted. Especially when they found out that I...well...that I have to wear diapers. You see I was born with weak bladder muscles that continually grow weaker over time. I wore diapers up until I was seven and then just switched to pads...and then guards...undergarments...and now as a sophomore back into diapers once again. Now I've always been used to having to wear some kind of protection the worst of which was always a undergarment which really wasn't so bad and was fairly grown up. But starting last week my leakage was bad enough that my doctor told my mom diapers would be the best. I wasn't really surprised to be back in them again. I knew I would eventually but now as I stood here listening to Amanda with the soft absorbent material encasing me knowing that fairly soon I would feel the warmth of my pee flooding the thirsty folds I felt very babyish. I knew that no guy would go out with me now. But my mind kept wandering back to Emily. Would she accept my diapers? What would it be like to make out with a girl? Two years ago I would have thought it was disgusting and wrong but the thought became more and more appealing. The bus came and we got on and sat in our usual spot. Amanda and I chattered on about this and that and after while I felt a little wetness seep through the bottom of my diaper. At first I was worried that I might be leaking but then I remembered the babyish diapers and that I was fully protected. School was boring but the first few weeks were never that bad. As I walked around the halls I expected someone to make a joke or something about my diapers but no one did. I think most people felt sorry for me or at least that's what I got from the rumors. One was that I came from a broken home with parents that beat me so hard I started to wet myself all the time, another was that my mother was a mean old witch who forced me to wear them everyday for humiliation. But no one ever said anything to my face or even within listening distance which was good I guess. All my friends know the real reason and they're real nice about it. Most pretend I don't even have a problem and that the diapers are not even there. I guess that makes it easier for them to accept me. By noon the wetness had spread through the rest of the diaper and it had become cold and clammy so after I ate lunch I went into the bathroom and changed into a fresh disposable. It was weird walking in the bathroom with my backpack with the faces staring at me knowing I wasn't here to go potty but to change my diapers. I felt very embarrassed but kept thinking about how it wasn't something I could help. The worst part was after I changed and walked out of the stall and had to throw the wet diaper in the garbage can right there in plain view. They did have sanitary napkin bins but they were too small for the diapers. The rest of the school day went same as usual. When I got home I heard my mom calling me. "Sarah...Sarah is that you?" "Yeah mom, its me." "Come on upstairs for a minute." "Okay" I hurried upstairs to find my mom, cleaning house as usual. "How was your day?", she asked "Okay, I guess." "Well don't worry it will get better." "Yeah", I said with a solem tone. "Oh, it can't be that bad. How bout we get you changed and then we can go shopping, a sort of girls night out...hmmm...will that help cheer you up?" Mom always had a way of making me feel better and so I gave a little smile and she took me by the hand to my room to change my diapers. My room was very big and just like any other High School girls room I guess except I still had a changing table. Even though I had been out of diapers during the day for a long time I always had to wear them at night. I got up on the table and laid back as my mom pulled out the baby powder and several very thick layers of cloth diapers. It is always much nicer to have someone to change you rather than having to change yourself. At home my mom would put me into thick cloth diapers which were much more absorbent and a lot snugger. I could wear them to school because for one they were huge, and two I couldn't change them and throw them away like the disposable. She pulled down my jeans and undid the tapes with a loud sqwrch sound and pulled down the front of my diaper. Mom always uses powder and oil and wipes when she changes me; I usually just rip off the old and put on the new. When I was in cloth they couldn't come off easily so I had to go number two in them as well but since my mom would change me it didn't bother me any. The cold wipes felt harsh and foreign at first but after a few wipes my diaper area felt clean and fresh. She then pulled out the old diaper and tossed it into the pail and slid the thick layers beneath my bottom. Then she rubbed baby oil all over my butt and crotch and a little around my waist. Then she sprinkled baby powder all over my loins. "The next time you take a bath make sure you shave down there, you know how hard it is to clean you up with all that hair." I only blushed as she said this. Shaving my crotch wasn't really something I enjoyed. I reminded me of just how babyish I was and while all the other girls were developing bushy, womanly hair down there, I was clean and shaven as the day I was born. She pulled up the front of the diaper and put several strong pins in securing the diaper tightly and snugly around my waist. "Okay, now lets get some plastic pants and get you dressed." I jumped down off the table as mom handed me a pair of crinkly plastic panties. I pulled them on over the thick diapers as she pulled out a pair of tights and a long white dress. By long I mean knee high, some of my short dresses were so short I only wore them around the house so mom could change me easier but here lately I was mainly just wearing a T-shirt to try and feel more grown up. I did have some onsies that I wore sometimes but mainly just to bed and on long hot car rides when I don't want passing motorists to see my diapers all though you'd still know that they're there. I put on the tights and was about to put on the dress when my mom handed me something else I usually had to wear. I put it on over my head after taking off my bra and my mom tightened up the corset around my waist. My mom and her family always had this thing with corsets. She wore one all the time as a kid and still did, so did my grandma, great grandma, and so forth. I usually never wore one to school but always at home. It did help straighten out my posture as I saw how other girls sat in class slumped over, or slumped back as if they were beached whales. After she tightened it I put on the dress and then she went off to get ready as I brushed my hair. As I brushed my hair I could feel myself wetting the diapers but knew in such thick diapers there was nothing to worry about. I could wet many times before even considering a change. After my mom got ready we went out to the car. She opened the passenger door and helped me up into the child seat. Mom had insisted on it since she had read all this research about kids getting killed while riding in the front seat and if a child is like under a hundred pounds they should be in a child seat when riding in the front. Unfortunately for me I was 93 pounds and not very tall so the car seat was bought. I really hated it, as you might imagine it is quite humiliating to have to be strapped in by your mom every time you go somewhere and have to be unstrapped as well. On top of that the somewhat babyish clothes and the diapers just made the whole situation worse. The child seat itself was even more uncomfortable than you might imagine and I believe that it was actually designed for transporting crazy or juvenile kids. It had a large locking piece of plastic connected at the crotch and around the waist and then another thick plastic breastplate that secured to the waist to crotch harness. It was quite bulky and did not allow for any movement other than hands, head, and feet. Once mom had me properly strapped in she got in and we headed for the mall.