Deja Vu
	
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This is a fictionalized story taken from events in the
author's life. Names have been changed to protect the
privacy of the people these characters portray. This story
will contain scenes of teen boys wearing diapers for
different reasons. If this doesn't appeal to you then please
stop reading now, otherwise enjoy the story.
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Part One
Mark's Boyfriend

	"C'mon DJ, Mom says it's time to get up." I heard my 
brother Donn say from the doorway.
	"Go away!!"
	"I'll take it from here, Donn." I heard my older 
brother Dan state.
	"You going to get up, or are you going to make me do 
this the hard way?"
	"All right! I'm up," I mumbled as I threw back my 
covers and sat up.
	"I'm glad you decided to be reasonable. Now you have 15 
minutes to change and get down to breakfast." I just nodded 
to this and sat up in bed. As soon as Dan left the room I 
pulled off the plastic pants covering my extremely wet night 
diapers, and started to clean myself off with some Huggies 
baby wipes. I noticed as I was pulling off my night shirt 
that the bottom third of it was wet. Looking over to my bed 
I saw a big wet stain covering almost half the bed.
	"Damn it!", I thought, "It looks like it's going to be 
one of those days." with that I tossed my wet shirt on the 
bed and finished putting on one the Small Attends that I had 
been forced back in to wearing since the previous May due to 
a considerable weakening of my bladder. After finishing 
getting dressed I made sure I had all my homework in my back 
pack, and that my "diaper" bag had been restocked with more 
diapers, wipes, plastic pants, and jeans.
	"Hey Mom, DJ's diapers leaked again!" my other brother 
Paul laughed as I walked by with my wet sheets.
	"So, yours did too, but at least DJ has the common 
sense to take his down to the laundry room so they can be 
washed," Mom replied from the kitchen. From this I could 
tell that Paul must have just left his wet sheets by his bed 
again this morning.
	"How bad did your mattress get wet DJ?" mom asked as I 
came back upstairs, and sat down to eat breakfast.
	"About a third of the sheets got wet, but the mattress 
is okay."
	"How could the mattress be okay if a third of your 
sheets got wet?"
	"Easy, I put a plastic sheet over it because of the 
chewing out you gave me last time this happened."
	"Oh, okay. You better hurry up DJ, or you'll be late 
for school." I just nodded at this while I scarfed down some 
eggs and toast. I was out the door ten minutes later.
	I was cussing up a storm when I got back home about an 
hour later.
	"DJ, What are you doing home already? Don't tell me you 
forgot something?" Mom said disapprovingly.
	"No, I didn't forget anything. The bloody school was 
closed because a transformer went out last night and started 
a small fire in the school. You could have let me know about 
this you know."
	"Don't take that tone with me young man! I didn't even 
find out about this till about 20 minutes ago. I know your 
mad about getting up there, and finding this out, but you 
had best cool your jets right now!"
	"I'm sorry, Mom, but you know how I am when I get short 
on sleep."
	"I know all right, but still. I left a small list of 
chores I'd like you to get done today before I get home, and 
I don't want to find them undone because you spent all day 
on the net. Okay?" I half-way nodded at this.
	"Donn, Paul, You have 5 seconds to get done here, or 
I'll leave without you, and you can walk to school," I just 
laughed as they came barreling down the steps, and out the 
door.
	"Have a good day, and remember what I told you about 
getting those chores done," Mom called over her shoulder on 
her way out the door. After making sure the door was locked 
I headed back up to my room to get some more sleep.
	I woke up several hours later to the sound of phone 
ringing in my parents room.
	"Hello?" I answered groggily.
	"Well it certainly took you long enough," came the 
distanced reply.
	"Hey Mark, What's up, and I mean besides the obvious." 
Mark's laughter could be heard clearly over the phone line.
	"Just thought I'd call, and see if you were doing 
anything today since we have it off."
	"Nothing much. Just have some chores to do. You can 
come over if you want."
	"Okay, sounds like a plan. I'll be over in about 15 
minutes.
	"I'll see you then," I told Mark then hung the phone 
up. I wandered back to my room and pulled on a pair of 
sweatpants. After doing this I went down to grab a bite to 
eat, and see what mom had planned for me to do.
	I found her note right away, and to my surprise it 
wasn't that bad.
	
	"DJ,
	I'd like you to get the following done(or at least 
started) before I get home today.
	Wash sheets(both yours, and Paul's).
	Get diapers washed(two loads), and hang up in back if 
not raining.
	Clean kitchen.
	Get some meat out for dinner.
	Don't forget to get the meat out! I'll see you tonight. 
If you go out be home by 6pm.
	Love, Mom."
	
	"I can live with this." I thought. While thinking over 
what I wanted to eat I went down to get the laundry started. 
Mark showed up just as I came back up from starting the 
sheets.
	"Hey Mark." I said as I answered the door.
	"Hey DJ, how's it going?"
	"Not bad. Where's your shadow?" I laughed, but the look 
that formed on Mark's face made me instantly regret I said 
it.
	"Okay, what happened?" I continued.
	"It's nothing."
	"Don't give me that, Mark. I've known you too long, now 
what's wrong?"
	"Randy broke up with me last night. He said it was time 
to look in some different directions."
	"I'm sorry to hear that, you going to be okay?" I asked 
as I gave him a squeeze on the shoulder. Several years 
before, Mark had shocked me when he came out and announced 
he was gay, but I had learned to accept it, and had no 
problem with helping him out emotionally during times like 
this.
	Mark just started crying at this. I helped him over to 
the couch, and let him get it out of his system, while 
listening quietly. He was back to normal a couple of minutes 
later.
	"I'm sorry about all that," Mark said, still sobbing a 
bit.
	"There's no reason to be sorry. It's better to get it 
out of your system quickly, so you can move on."
	Mark just smiled at this as he joked "You've been 
reading Dan's Psych textbook again, haven't you?" I smiled 
at this and nodded in confirmation on this.
	"So, what do you want to do today?" I asked.
	"How about going out to Oak Park, and seeing a movie."
	"Sounds good to me. Let me go down and switch some 
laundry over, and get the kitchen cleaned up."
	"Want any help?"
	"Sure. You can take a look in the paper for a movie 
while I get the laundry done." With that I tossed the paper 
to Mark and headed downstairs.
	"So, did you find one?" I asked, coming back upstairs.
	"Yeah, have you heard anything about `The Postman?'"
	"Not yet, but it just came out last Friday."
	"Well let's go get the kitchen cleaned up, and then we 
can go up and get on the Net for a while."
	"Cool. When did you go online?"
	"Last August. Dan was needing it for school, and he was 
nice enough to let me hook up to his."
	"That was nice of him. I might have to see about 
getting my mom to let me get online."
	With the two of us doing the cleaning it didn't take 
any time at all to get the kitchen done.
	"This is really cool," Mark said as I navigated my way 
around.
	"Here, let me show you the site of this one guy I've 
been writing to for a while."
	"Deeker's Diaper Page. What kind of name is that?" Mark 
laughed.
	"A pretty good one if you ask me. You should see some 
of the stories he has on this site."
	"You mean people actually write stories about wearing 
diapers, and put them on a web site?"
	"Sure, how do you think I get most of my diaper related 
stuff?"
	"I'll be right back. I need to go change before I start 
leaking all over Dan's chair. Feel free to read some of the 
stories, but don't move from that site. I don't want you 
blowing up Dan's computer," Mark started chucking at this 
since we both knew that he knew more about computers than I 
did.
	"Man, I think I lost five pounds during that change," I 
said as I walked back in to the room.
	"That wouldn't surprise me with how you were sagging 
when you left," Mark laughed.
	"Have you ever read this story called "DJ's Diaper 
Diary"? I think it's really good. It's amazing at how 
detailed it is. I almost feel like I'm living it. would you 
mind if I made a copy of this?"
	"How about, you have lived it, and I'll make you a copy 
of it before you leave today," I chucked back at this.
	"What do you mean, I have lived it?"
	"That sleep-over you and I had several years ago."
	"Oh yeah, now I remember. I still wish I could have 
gotten a picture of the look on your face when Linda gave 
you that bottle," Mark laughed.
	"Well just remember Mark, I still owe you for that. 
C'mon I need your help to hang up some laundry."
	"Hey DJ, do you think I could borrow one of your 
diapers for when we go to the movie," Mark asked as we 
headed inside.
	"They might be too small for you, but you can try if 
you want."
	"Cool , thanks." I had to laugh with how Mark ran ahead 
of me and up into my room to try on one of my diapers. While 
he was in getting his diaper on I decided to log back on to 
the net and send Deeker the latest update to my story. 
Though, I never considered myself a very good writer I was 
surprised how well it was turning out. Mark would probably 
be shocked to find out the reason the sleep-over part of 
"DJ" seemed so real. Well he would soon enough when he 
started to read the updated version I gave him to read at 
home.
	"Uh, DJ, I think I'm going to need to borrow some of 
your pants as well," I started chuckling when I turned 
around to answer Mark's statement, and saw him standing 
there with his pants only covering the bottom part of the 
diaper he had on.
	"You'd never fit into any of my pants, Mark. You're 
taller than me, remember? But let's see if maybe some of 
Dan's will fit you?" It took us a couple of minutes 
searching to find a pair that not only fit, but were baggy 
enough on him to conceal the diaper he had on underneath. 
With this taken care of I left a note for everyone, and 
headed out the door with my diaper bag over one shoulder.
	Mark and I talked about how we were doing in school, 
and our plans for the up coming summer. I purposely stayed 
away from the topic of girlfriends, or in Mark's case 
boyfriends, due to his recent break-up. Mark really floored 
me with one question he asked.
	"DJ, do you think I'll every find the right guy for me 
in life?" Since I wasn't sure of any intellectual way of 
answering this I choose to speak from the heart.
	"Mark, I'm sure you'll find somebody that's right for 
you. I don't know how or when this might be, but I think 
you'll know when this happens. Just do me a favor, and next 
time you get a boyfriend make sure it's because you care for 
them, and not because of sex." Mark nodded somberly to this 
knowing the reason behind this request.
	We got to the theater about 20 minutes later. I was 
surprised to see Erin standing behind the counter.
	"Hey Erin, what are you doing here? I thought you'd be 
up at school right now."
	"Hi DJ, I was, but they cut classes short because some 
idiot blew up one of the Chem. Labs this morning."
	"I hope nobody was hurt. Anyway, I `d like a student 
ticket to `Star Wars', please. I'm surprised John's not 
here."
	"He is. He's manning the snack counter. That'll be 
$3.50, please." I found it surprising how Erin still had her 
accent even after living in the US for three years. Mark 
followed me in after getting his own ticket.
	"Remember, Mark, John's already has a girlfriend so no 
making goo-goo eyes at him," I chuckled. Mark just gave me a 
jab in the ribs at this, but laughed as well.
	"C'mon, John, get to work!" Mark, and I said in unison 
as we got to the station he was working.
	"What are you two goldbricks doing here?" he asked.
	"Seeing a movie. What's your excuse?" I shot back at 
him.
	"Erin volunteered me to work today when she found out 
that school was canceled."
	"Ain't it just a bitch having to work for your sister?" 
Mark piped in.
	"So, John, your mom mad at you again, or something?" I 
asked smiling.
	"No, why do you ask?"
	"Because the top of you dydee is showing," I chuckled.
	"Man, I hate it when that happens." John mumbled, as he 
pulled his shirt down more.
	"Maybe you should borrow one of Josh's onesies?" Mark 
stated as he grabbed his snacks.
	Even though it was meant as a joke I could tell John 
was giving it some half-way serious thought.
	I could still remember that Sunday morning ,Three years 
ago, when John's mom came in to wake us up, and after 
throwing back the covers on John's bed realized that he had 
a wet diaper on. To this day I still don't know what shocked 
John more the fact the his mom caught him wearing a diaper, 
or that for the first time in his life he had wet the bed. 
John told me at lunch the next day that he had told them his 
desire about wanting to wear diapers again. I guess they 
took as one of the things that teenagers did every once in a 
while. He told me that they didn't mind it, but he would 
have to buy his own diapers. It's gotten to the point now 
that John actually needs them at night, but wearing them 
during the day was new twist. I had seen him wear them a few 
times during the day, but that was normally when his mom was 
mad at him for something.
	"That was a great movie!" Mark exclaimed as we walked 
home.
	"It was, wasn't it. I think this was a lot better than 
the original," I added. I had noticed that instead of going 
to my place we ended up at Mark's.
	"C'mon up to my room. I need to get out of this wet 
diaper." Mark said as we hit the front door.
	"MOM! I'm home!" he added at the top of his lungs a few 
seconds later.
	"Hello honey, hello DJ." Linda said coming out of the 
kitchen.
	"Hey Linda," I said in greeting.
	"Hi Linda, is mom home yet?" Mark asked.
	"Not yet, she called and said she'd be running late 
tonight," Linda told him.
	"So, DJ, what's new with you? I haven't seen you in a 
while." Linda asked turning to me.
	"I know, I've been kind of busy with work and school. I 
was hoping to have Mark over this weekend, but my parents 
are having my cousins over, and shot that idea down. Would 
it be okay if he stayed over the weekend after this?" I 
asked her.
	"Well, I'm not sure if he can sleep over with you, but 
if it's okay with your parents we'd like to have you come 
over here." she answered.
	"Mark, before you sit down or anything why don't you go 
get that wet diaper off," Linda smiled.
	"What wet diaper?" Mark asked, turning red at getting 
caught.
	"The wet diaper that's leaking all over your pants," 
she laughed.
	"Sorry about the pants, DJ, I didn't think I had wet 
them bad enough to leak."
	"Don't worry about them, it happens," I told him as I 
put the wet sweats into the my bag, and told Mark I'd see 
him at school the next day as I head for home myself.
	I was barely through the door before my mom was jumping 
my case about something.
	"Where do you think you were all afternoon!?"
	"I was out seeing a movie with Mark. I left a note 
saying where I was going to be, and what time I was going to 
be home. What's the problem?"
	"The problem is that I came home to find the kitchen a 
mess, and that you hadn't gotten anything out for dinner 
like I had asked. Now get up to your room while I try and 
figure out something for dinner."
	"But.." I stammered.
	"Don't `but' me, young man! I said get up to your room 
now, and don't come out till I call you!" and for the first 
time in almost four years she swatted my butt with something 
more than a playful pat. Without even trying to explain 
myself, I ran up to my room slamming the door behind me. I 
preceded to strip off my clothes and change my sagging 
diaper. After changing I climbed into bed, and cried myself 
to sleep while cuddling Tigger to my chest. I didn't even 
bother to go down for dinner when I was called because I was 
to upset to eat, even though my last meal was the small 
popcorn I had at the movie earlier that afternoon.

Chapter 2

	I got up and went through my morning routine without 
saying a word to my mom. Since I had a Color Guard practice 
I skipped eating breakfast at home and decided to grab 
something on my way to school.
	"Hey, DJ wait up!" I stopped to see who was calling, 
and saw Mark and John running to catch up with me.
	"Morning, guys," I told them as they caught up to me.
	"You got your mind on something? We've been yelling at 
you for the last three blocks to slow down," John said while 
still trying to catch his breath
	"My mom started chewing my ass out last night about 
something, and I'm still a bit bummed about it," I answered.
	"This isn't about you going to the movies with me 
yesterday, is it?" Mark asked worriedly, thinking he was the 
one that got me in trouble.
	"Nah, it's about that last of chores my mom left for me 
to do," I told them.
	"Why should she be pissed about it, you got it done." 
Mark answered.
	"Yeah, I know that, but apparently when my brothers got 
home yesterday they wrecked the kitchen making themselves a 
snack, and placed the meat I got out in the microwave, so my 
mom thought I hadn't done it. She didn't even give me a 
chance to explain," I replied.
	"Man, that really sucks," John piped in. About this 
time this time we were walking by a McDonald's that was near 
our school.
	"You guys hungry?" I asked as I headed for it.
	"Nah, we already ate, but I guess we could join you for 
moral support," Mark answered with a grin. I had to laugh at 
this. For some reason Mark had always known just what to do, 
or say to get me to smile when I was in a bad mood.
	"You guys wouldn't mind if I came into see you 
practice, would you?" john asked as we entered the school a 
few minutes later.
	"I don't have any problems with you watching, but I 
can't let you join in," I told him.
	"That's okay, I heard that the Sargeant-Major chewed 
you out for it last time. I don't want you to get into 
trouble over it again." John said as we walked into the 
classroom.
	"Where's Scott?" I asked a few minutes later when I 
realized that the team commander wasn't here yet.
	"His brother came by a few minutes before you got here, 
and said that Scott was at the E/R because he fell down some 
stairs this morning," one of the cadets answered.
	"That's just great," ,I mumbled, "Well, Rich, I guess 
that makes you team leader for today then," I added, looking 
at another cadet.
	"What?" Rich said, visibly shocked.
	"Look Rich, your the Asst. Team Commander. That means 
you take over the team when Scott isn't, or can't be here," 
I explained to him. Mr.Yeater, our asst. instructor, came in 
about that time, and Rich let out a visible sigh of relief 
when Yeater told him he would be taking over this morning. I 
too, breathed easier because I knew for a fact Rich was one 
of our unit's worst officers.
	As we were putting up the equipment 45 minutes later, I 
felt my breakfast starting to stir in my guts, and before I 
could do anything about it I felt it unloading into the back 
of my diaper.
	"Mark, could you finish up here? Something just came up 
that I need to take care of." Mark just smiled at this 
because he knew by the look on my face what that "something" 
was.
	"Sure DJ, I'll finish up here," I just nodded my 
thanks, and grabbed my bags as I headed to the nurse's 
office.
	While I made my way to the office my thoughts went back 
to the doctor's appointment I had the week before. I 
remember how nervous I was as my mom and I waited for my 
doctor to come back with the results of the tests she had 
run on me.
	"Mrs. Morrison?" Dr. Harrison asked as she came into 
the room.
	"Yes, doctor." Mom answered getting up to shake hands 
with her.
	"I've just finished going over the results of DJ's 
tests, and I'm afraid the news isn't good," ,she told us, 
and explained, "The tests show a marked reduction in the 
strength of the muscles that control bowel control. Now I'm 
sure this is due to the fact that DJ has been in diapers 
since he lost control of his bladder last May. I will have 
to tell you that there is a very good chance that he will 
become completely unable to control either his bladder or 
bowels."
	"Is there any type of exercise he could do your 
something like that?" Mom asked.
	"I could give him some exercises to do, but to be 
honest, I doubt it would do any good. For the simple fact 
that DJ's body is adjusting to the fact that it no longer 
has any need to hold back any eliminations. I want to stress 
here that none of this is your son's fault. His body is 
acting of its own accord to his present situation." I just 
sat there, stunned through all of this. While I had come to 
accept having to wear diapers for my wetting problem, though 
I wasn't ready to accept that I would be totally diaper 
dependent at age 16.
	"Hello DJ." our school's nurse called as I walked into 
her office.
	"Morning, Mrs. Timmons," I replied.
	"Dropping off a new kit for the week?"
	"Yep, and I need to put it to use," I told here.
	"Okay, you can use the back room,", she said, "Is there 
something else?" I turned a bit red at my next statement.
	"Uh, Yeah. I'm going to need some help with this." She 
nodded knowingly at this and led me into the back 
examination room. While she was busy getting some gloves on, 
I undid my jeans, and pulled both them and the plastic pants 
I had on over my diaper down, then hopped up on to the exam 
table.
	"Blue today, huh?" she stated on seeing my plastic 
pants.
	"Yeah, I wanted something a bit different." Mrs. 
Timmons just chuckled a bit at this as she untaped my 
diaper, and pulled it down.
	"I can see why you wanted some help with this," she 
commented while pulling a box of wipes from my bag. I just 
nodded at this. I had prided myself on the fact that I was 
able to do my own diaper changes at school, but with my 
recently developed problem with bowel control I had found 
that I needed help with changing more often. This wasn't 
some much as from the fact that I was unable to change my 
own messy diapers, it was more that I lacked the speed to do 
it, and at school, speed was a requirement. I soon found 
myself all cleaned up, and Mrs. Timmons telling me to lift 
up so she could get the old diaper out from under me, and a 
new one in it's place. After getting the new diaper in 
place, I noticed Mrs. Timmons had picked up a bottle of Baby 
Magic lotion out of my bag.
	"I've noticed that you skin had been looking kind of 
dried out so I had your mom put some lotion in your bag," 
she said on noticing my surprise. With that, and before 
could ask her to go light on it, she poured a generous 
amount of lotion into her hand and preceded to rub it over 
my groin. Now, don't get me wrong I have no problem with 
using lotion, I just didn't like how much she was using 
because I knew full well that this would cause me to smell 
like a little kid most of the day, or at least till my next 
change. I made a mental note to ask her not to use so much 
next time. Just as Mrs. Timmons started to apply the powder 
to me the late bell rang.
	"Don't worry about that. I'll write you up a hall pass 
before you leave." she said while pulling my diaper up 
snuggly, and taping it closed.
	"You can do the rest yourself. I'll have your pass 
ready when you come out." I just nodded at this and hopped 
off the table so I could get my pants up. She handed me my 
pass as I walked back into the main part of her office.
	"Have a good day, and thanks." I said as I walked out 
the door.
	"So nice of you to decide to join us, Mr. Morrison," 
Mr. Allen, my math teacher, said as I walked up to give him 
my pass.
	"Thank you, sir. It's good to be here." I replied, 
though I noticed his nose twitching as he caught a wiff of 
me, and knew what was causing it. I also heard several 
people chuckling softly as I took my seat. I ignored this 
for the most part, but was still pissed off by it. I could 
tell Mr. Allen was also pissed off at this, though he's the 
type of teacher that hated any and all disruptions in his 
class regardless of how small. The rest of the class period 
passed quietly, and as the bell ran dismissing us rang Mr. 
Allen called out.
	"Mr. Morrison, could you please stay a moment longer?"
	"I'll catch up with you in a moment." I told Mark as I 
finished gathering my books.
	"Yes, sir?" I said going up to the teachers desk.
	"DJ, I know all about your medical problems, and the 
steps being taken for it, and to be frank I could care less 
about it. But I will ask that in the future you not be quite 
so exuberant about the amount of lotion you use because it 
is a disruption to my classroom, and that I won't tolerate."
	"I understand how you feel sir, and to be honest I feel 
the same way, but it was Mrs. Timmons that went a bit to far 
with the lotion not myself. I will let you know now that I 
plan on talking to her about this later today." What I said 
mollified my teacher because he just nodded at this, and 
sent me on my way.
	"Damn, DJ. Do you think you used enough lotion and 
powder this morning" Mark asked as I came out of the 
classroom.
	"Believe me Mark, using this much powder, and lotion 
wasn't my idea," I told him as we headed for our next class. 
I was all too aware of the looks I was getting as we headed 
there.
	"I just hope we're in the pool today in R.O.T.C. so I 
can get some of this shit cleaned off." Mark just nodded at 
this. As we walked in to the ROTC room I found my luck was 
holding because on the board our teacher had written.
	"2ND, 3RD, AND 4TH HOUR CLASSES REPORT TO THE POOL 
AREA."
	"This is just great! I left my suit at home." Mark 
exclaimed on seeing the note.
	"Don't worry about it. I have an extra swim diaper with 
me if you want to borrow it," I told him. I could tell that 
Mark wasn't to thrilled by my suggestion.
	"Relax," I said. "This is a pair that I picked out, not 
my parents. It looks like a pair of regular Speedos." I had 
to laugh at how Mark relaxed at this. Not that I blamed him 
since my Mom still got carried away with her shopping for me 
especially when it came to things like my diapers. Luckily 
for me, nobody made any comments about my smell when I came 
into the pool area, though Capt. Lavin did give me a brief 
smirk as I walked by him. The rest of the morning went 
slowly, but without further incidents on how I smelled.
	As I walked in to the cafeteria I noticed Mark talking 
to a kid I hadn't seen before.
	"So, Mark, who was that you were talking to?" I asked 
after I had gotten my lunch.
	"Why? You getting jealous or something?" Mark said 
while resting his head on my shoulder.
	"Yeah right, smartass. I just had never seen him 
before, and was wondering who it was." I laughed while 
pushing his head off my shoulder. Mark just chuckled as he 
answered my question. "That is Tom Taylor. Him and his 
brothers moved into the area from New Mexico during 
Christmas break."
	"Tom Taylor. Tom Taylor," I thought aloud, "Wasn't he 
the kid that took out three of our defensive tackles back in 
January?" I asked in reference to an incident that had taken 
place several months before where several of our football 
players had been injured during an alleged Gay bashing.
	"Yep, he's the one." Mark laughed.
	"You know Mark, maybe you should start going out with 
him. At least that way you know you'd be safe," I said while 
jabbing him in the ribs to let him know I was just kidding.
	"You never know," came Mark's reply, though I could 
tell that he wasn't kidding about it.
	"Who's that next to him, though?"
	"That's his brother David. Why?"
	"I don't know I just get the feeling that I know him 
from some where. Plus that fact that he keeps staring at 
me?" I just shrugged this off, though in the corner of my 
mind something about Tom's brother was nagging me.
	"Mom, I'm home!!!" I called as I headed up to my room. 
Closing my door behind me, I started to pull off me jeans 
that had gotten wet during my walk home from school. After 
pulling a new pair of plastic pants, and several clean, 
cloth diapers from my closet I started to change myself. My 
mom surprised me by just walking in as I was placing my old 
diaper into the Diaper Genie I had picked up over the 
weekend.
	"Mom, no offense intended, but do you think you could 
knock next time before coming in?" I asked while standing 
there naked from the waist down.
	"Sorry, honey, but I feel we need to talk about 
yesterday," She answered.
	"What's to talk about. You blamed me for something I 
didn't do, and didn't even allow me to explain," I told her 
calmly.
	"Okay. Fine. I'll talk, you can listen," She said as I 
sat down on my bed.
	"I want to apologize about yesterday. It was wrong of 
me not to give you a chance to explain what was going on," 
mom stated as she reached for the diapers I had gotten out, 
and started to fold them together.
	"Why didn't you give me a chance to tell you my side of 
it?" I asked while lifting up so she could fit the diapers 
under me.
	"I had been having a bad day at work and coming home to 
the mess your brothers made in the kitchen made me lose my 
temper even more. I am sorry about snapping at you like I 
did. I want you to know that Donn and Paul will be covering 
your chores for the next to weeks because of this," I just 
nodded to this and let the subject drop.
	"How was school today?" mom asked as she rubbed some 
lotion into my groin, and started to powder me.
	"It wasn't too bad," I said, and told her about the kid 
you had been watching me during lunch.
	"Do you know who he is?" she asked as she pulled the 
diapers snugly up between my legs, and fastened the velcro 
on them.
	"No, and that's what's driving me crazy about it. He 
looks kind of familiar, but I can't place his face.
	"I'm sure you'll figure it out sooner or later." she 
said while handing me my plastic pants.
	"Do you have any homework to get done?" Mom added as I 
stepped into the pants, and pulled them up.
	"I finished all during study hall. I was just planning 
on writing some more of my story," Mom just smiled at this, 
and left the room.
	I had gotten worried several months before when I had 
come home from school one day to find her reading it. She 
told me that she had found it laying out on the end table, 
and started reading it to find out what it was. I thought 
she was going to blow her top over my having written it, but 
after talking it over for a while she told me that she 
thought it was really well done so far. From then on I 
started to let her proofread it, though I still had to make 
sure my dad didn't see it because I knew for a fact that he 
wouldn't understand my need to write it.
	The rest of the week went without incident, though I 
did notice that David Taylor kept staring at me during 
lunch. I did find it amusing when Mark had David, and Tom 
sit with us, and asked Tom if he wanted to go out that 
night. I could tell that Mark was taking my advice and 
asking Tom if he wanted to start dating. David found this 
funny as well when he started joking at what a cute couple 
they made. With the looks Mark and Tom were directing at 
him, David should be glad that looks couldn't kill, or else 
he would have been in some serious trouble.

Chapter 3

	"Do you have your room ready yet, DJ?" Dad asked when 
he got home that evening.
	"No, why do I have to clean it up, anyway?"
	"Because we're having guests over."
	"But dad, it's just Jacob, and Justin."
	"That doesn't matter. They are still guests in this 
house and will be treated as such. Now get up there and get 
it cleaned." I stomped up to my room while muttering about 
having to clean my room just because my cousins were 
spending the weekend.
	I heard them getting dropped off about 30 minutes 
later. Justin came into my room a few minutes later to see 
me finish making up my bed.
	"What?" I asked as he just stood in the doorway.
	"What's that?" he asked in a shocked voice while 
pointing to the crib I had set up against one wall of my 
room.
	"It's a crib. What did you think it was?" I asked 
sarcastically.
	"I know it's a crib, but what's it doing here?"
	"Holding the wall u,." I dead panned as he set his bag 
down.
	"DJ!" Justin pouted.
	"Oh, lighten up!", I laughed, "It's a gift from the 
Drama club at my school." Just as he was going to say more 
Dan shouted up that it was time for dinner.
	"Aren't you going to put some pants on?" Justin asked 
in a shocked tone as I headed out the door wearing just a T- 
shirt, and my diapers.
	"Why should I? My parents and brothers have seen me in 
just my diapers before. Besides it's more comfortable like 
this." I told him as I walked out the door.
	
	Actually, my parents had asked that I, and my younger 
brothers go around the house in just our diapers because 
Justin's mom had said that he was still having trouble 
adjusting to wearing diapers all the time, even though he 
had been doing so since he was hit by a drunk driver the 
previous April. I didn't mind going around like this anyhow 
since I did it most of the time anyway. I was just wondering 
how Justin was going to take it when it came time for bed 
and found that he didn't have any PJ's with him.
	Jacob seemed just as shocked to see me coming down in 
just my diapers. Dinner conversation stayed mainly around 
how everyone was doing in school. About half-way through the 
meal I noticed that Justin was starting to fidget a little, 
and knew exactly what it meant.
	Leaning over to him I whispered in his ear "Just let it 
go. You'll only make it worse if you try to fight it." He 
turned a deep red when I said this, though embarrassing him 
wasn't my intention. My brothers, and Jacob started 
chuckling when Justin's pooping was preceded by a very 
audible fart, though they quickly shut up when they saw the 
looks on both my parent's, and Dan's faces.
	"Don't worry. It happens." I said while patting 
Justin's shoulder. He just nodded at this, but still looked 
like he was going to start crying at any moment. The rest of 
the meal was finished in silence.
	"Everybody upstairs and get ready for bed." Dan 
announced as mom, and dad cleared the table.
	"Do we have to!?" Donn, Paul, and Jacob whined as they 
got up from their seats.
	"Yes you do." Dan said as he herded them towards my 
brothers room. Justin and I just chuckled at this. I knew 
Justin wasn't going to argue this since he was needing to be 
changed.
	"Go ahead and lay down on my bed." I told him as I 
closed the door behind us, and reached for Justin's bag.
	"What are you going to do?" Justin asked as I pushed 
him onto hi back, and reached for his pants."
	"I plan on cleaning you up. What does it look like I'm 
doing." I told him as I pulled his pants down to his ankles.
	"Do you have to?"
	"Yes I do. Unless you'd like me to call my mom up here 
to do it."
	"NO! I mean. No, that's okay." I had to chuckle at 
this. I was a bit surprised in pulling down the from of his 
diaper that he had a thick patch of pubic hair covering his 
balls. The bad part of this was due to all the walking 
Justin had done most of the hair had a layer off poop in it.
	"Justin, this isn't going to work. Go use my parent's 
bathroom and grab a shower. That's the only way you're going 
to get all this stuff off you." I told him after several 
minutes of trying to clean him off. He seemed to take this 
in stride, and headed off without any arguing.
	"Mom, I'm going to need some help re-diapering Justin,"
	"Why?"
	"Because he has a full crotch of pubic hair, and you 
know how hard that is to work with." She nodded knowingly at 
this because it took several months, and more than a couple 
of very painful rashes before I decided to shave my crotch 
smooth.
	"You, go ahead and get yourself changed. I'll take care 
of Justin. Where is he?"
	"I sent him into get a shower. He's using yours and 
Dad's bathroom." I could see a plan forming in her eyes as 
we headed upstairs together.
	Justin was just coming out of the bathroom when my mom 
walked into the room.
	"Aunt Pat, What are you doing here?"
	"I've come in to help you get diapered for the night. 
Now just lay down on the bed and I'll be right back." Mom 
came into my room a few seconds later.
	"You're done already?"
	"No, I just needed to get some things." she told me as 
she grabbed a small stack of my cloth diapers and a pair of 
my plastic pants. I had also noticed that she took both the 
powder and lotion with her, and knew right away what she was 
going to do. I just smiled at this as I finished pulling up 
my own plastic pants and went in to watch the show.
	"I'm sorry Justin, I wasn't looking. Go jump back into 
the shower and wash off again." I heard my mom saying as I 
entered the room and saw Justin heading for the bathroom.
	"You pulled the `hair removal cream for the baby 
lotion' trick again didn't you?" I asked when I heard the 
shower start. Mom just smiled in the way of response.
	Justin came out of the bathroom a few minutes later 
crying. A quick look down at his crotch confirmed why. Where 
just 30 minutes before a thick patch of hair stood was now 
bare as the day he was born.
	"I'm really sorry about that, Justin. I just wasn't 
paying attention to which bottle I was reaching for," I was 
amazed at how sincere my mom sounded, especially since I 
knew she planned the whole thing.
	"It just kept falling out." Justin mubbled while 
looking down at his now bare crotch.
	"That's OK, honey, I'm sure it'll grow back," mom said 
while laying him down on the bed, and started running a 
diaper wipe over his crotch to remove the few hairs that 
still remained. He started complaining again when he saw mom 
reaching for the cloth diapers.
	"Why do I have to wear those? I brought some of my own 
with me." Mom surprised me by telling him the truth of this.
	"Justin, your mom asked me to use cloth diapers on you 
so you can get used to them. She told me your Attends are 
going too fast, so she plans on getting you some cloth 
diapers for you to start wearing at home."
	"But, I don't want to wear cloth diapers. Everyone will 
think I'm a baby if I use those."
	"Do you think DJ is a baby?" mom asked, knowing how 
Justin looked up to me.
	"Well, No."
	"Well he wears cloth diapers at home all the time. 
See?" she explained to him while pointing to me. Justin 
seemed shocked to see me standing there. Even more so when 
he saw that I, too, was wearing cloth diapers.
	"Wearing cloth diapers is no big deal Justin. You might 
even like how they feel," I told him simply. Justin just 
nodded at this, and let my mom finish diapering him.
	"Look, Justin's wearing cloth diapers," Jacob laughed 
as we entered the living room. Before any of us could 
respond Dan reached over and smacked him outside the head.
	"OW!!! What was that for?" Jacob yelled, while rubbing 
where Dan hit him.
	"For that comment you just made, and just remember it's 
not too late to change you into them as well," Catching the 
not so subtle threat Jacob shut up. Justin just looked over 
at his brother, and smirked.
	"So, who's ready for a movie and a snack?" Dad asked 
coming into the room.
	"We are," all of us yelled in unison.
	"I don't think I've seen a cuter looking set of 
toddlers in my life," dad chuckled, as he set the movie up.
	"Hey Honey," ,he added, "with all these toddlers here, 
I think maybe we should just bring out bottles of milk for 
them." My brothers and I just laughed at this. Looking over 
at Justin I noticed he was trying not to start cry at the 
playful comment my dad made.
	"He's just kidding. Don't take it so personally." I 
told him while giving his shoulders a bit of a squeeze. He 
seemed to perk up at this.
	"So, dad what movie we going to be watching?" Dan 
asked.
	"I, thought Justin, and Jacob would like to see "Young 
Frankenstein", and if either you, or DJ start following the 
lines I'll turn the movie off. Understand?" We just nodded 
at this.
	"Uncle Kevin, is there another movie you could put in? 
Me and Justin aren't supposed to watch horror movies," I 
started chuckling at this a little.
	"It's `Justin and I,' Jacob," ,mom corrected as she 
came into the room, "and don't worry, it's a comedy." Jacob 
just nodded at this, but seemed really surprised when mom 
handed him a bottle of milk.
	"What am I supposed to do with this?" he asked my mom.
	"Drink it, what else," she answered, as she handed out 
the rest of the ones she had.
	"I started chuckling when I noticed how Justin was 
trying to drink his.
	Leaning over to him I said "It works better if you use 
you tongue to flick the nipple a bit as you inhale., I could 
see Justin turn red in the dimmed lights at my advice, but 
he seemed to follow it.
	"C'mon you guys time for bed, Dad announced a few hours 
later. For once there was no grumbling about it we all just 
got up and headed to our rooms. Dad came in a few minutes 
later.
	"Either of you need to be changed?" I nodded that I 
did, and with how Justin started looking at the floor I 
could tell he did, too.
	"It's OK, Justin. I figured you'd need it." Dad stated 
while leading him over to my bed. We were both in clean 
diapers a few minutes later.
	"Now to figure who sleeps where. Heads, DJ gets the 
crib. Tails, you get it, Justin, and no arguments," Dad said 
while pulling a coin from his pocket.
	"Call it, Justin," he said as he flipped the coin up 
and caught it.
	"Heads," Justin said.
	"Tails, Justin you get the crib," Dad announced as he 
showed us the coin. Justin seemed like he wanted to cry at 
this, but was doing his best not to.
	"C'mon kiddo, let's get you tucked in here," With that, 
Justin was lifted into my crib, and the side raised after 
getting covered up. Justin was a bit embarrassed when he was 
handed his teddy bear, but that quickly faded when he saw me 
curl up in my bed hugging Tigger to my chest. We both fell 
asleep quickly after dad left the room turning the light off 
behind him.
	I was woken up a few hours later by Justin having a 
nightmare. He bolted to a sitting position the moment I 
touched his shoulder to wake him up.
	"Easy there, it was just a dream," I told him 
soothingly. Just all but jumped into my arms when I let the 
rails down on the crib. I led him over to my bed while 
holding his shoulders to comfort him.
	"You lay back down, and I'll be back in a moment." I 
told him as I handed him his teddy bear. With Justin 
somewhat calmed down in my bed, I headed to the kitchen to 
fix him a bottle.
	"Here, this will help," I said a few minutes later as I 
pulled Justin into my lap, and slipped the bottle's nipple 
between his lips. I spent the next hour rocking him and 
humming softly in his ear till he fell back a sleep.
	My mom found him curled up next to me with one of my 
arms draped over him protectively.
	"Is everything okay?" she asked softly.
	"Yeah, Justin had a nightmare last night, and it took a 
while before he calmed down enough to fall back asleep. I 
told her as I climbed out of bed. Mom covered her nephew up 
while shaking her head.
	"Poor kid. His still having nightmares about what 
happened to him."
	"I'm not that surprised. He almost ended up in the same 
place as the driver that hit him," I answered softly.
	"We'll let him sleep in a bit longer. In the mean time 
why don't you go get a shower, then come into Donn, and 
Paul's room to get dressed I'll get some clothes for you." I 
just nodded at this and headed for the bathroom.
"Where's Justin?" I heard Jacob asking my mom as I entered 
the room.
	"He had another nightmare last night," she answered 
simply. I was surprised that Jacob didn't make a smart-assed 
comment about this like he normally did. He did give me a 
strange look when I walked into the room stark naked.
	"What happened to all your hair?" he asked, pointing to 
my crotch.
	"Jacob," mom said in way of warning.
	"It's OK, mom. I shaved it off, and it's none of your 
business why," I told him, anticipating his next question. 
With that I laid down on Donn's bed and started to diaper 
myself.
	"Mom, why does DJ get to handle his own changes and we 
can't?" my brothers asked.
	"DJ gets to handle his own changes because he's shown 
me he can do it without ending up leaking all over the 
place. You two haven't been able to do that yet." With that 
said and my help we had both my brothers and cousin stripped 
and changed in just a few minutes. Just as we were finishing 
up Justin walked in still holding my old teddy bear to his 
chest.
	"You feeling better?" I asked
	"Yeah, I'm sorry I was so much trouble for you last 
night."
	"Don't worry about it. These things happen." I told him 
as I herded Donn, Paul, and Jacob out the door and 
downstairs to give my mom some time alone so she could talk 
to Justin about the dream while she changed him.
	"I hope you guys plan on putting on some pants later, 
or you're going to really funny when we go to the mall 
later," Dad laughed as he finished making breakfast.
	"We'll get some on after breakfast," I answered. Just 
as dad set down the plates of pancakes, eggs, and sausage 
Justin and mom entered the room. Like the rest of us kids he 
didn't have any pants on, though he was still holding Kilroy 
to his chest so I knew he was still shook up from his dream.
	"When you guys finish I want you to put your dishes in 
the sink, and then go finish getting dressed." mom told us 
as she sat down.
	I was kind of amused when I walked into Donn and Paul's 
room after having finished dressing.
	"Is there something you're not telling us, Jacob?" I 
chuckled from the doorway. Jacob just froze in place when he 
heard my voice.
	"You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" 
he asked, the GoodNites pant only half-way pulled on.
	"No, I won't tell anyone," I said, laughing. With a 
sigh of relief Jacob finished pulling up the GoodNites, and 
pulled on a pair of loose jean shorts over them.
	"C'mon, you guys get a move on, we have a lot to do 
today," Dad called from the bottom of the steps.
	"We'll be right down," I yelled back.
	"So, how'd you guys like the movie?" Mom asked as we 
walked out of the theater. We all just grinned and stated 
how much we liked it.
	"Does `Friday's' sound OK for lunch?" my dad asked as 
we headed for the car.
	"Sounds good to me," I replied. Everyone else voiced 
their agreement except for Justin, who just nodded.
	"What's the matter?" I asked in a quiet voice.
	"Nothing."
	I just nodded and let the subject drop. We arrived at 
the restaurant a few moments later, and were seated 
immediately. Justin seemed even more edgy than before. 
"Okay, what's wrong?" I asked him again.
	"It's nothing," Justin replied. I started to lean back 
up when I caught a whiff of what was bothering him.
	"You need to change?" This time he nodded.
	"Then go do it, before you the whole place knows it."
	"I can't. I don't know how to do it," Justin told me 
embarrassedly.
	"It's OK. I have to change myself. Just follow me in 
and I'll help you."
	"We'll be back in a moment, mom," I said after giving 
the waiter my order, and grabbing the back pack I brought in 
with me. Mom nodded to this as we got up.
	We ended up being in luck since the bathroom was made 
for just one person at a time.
	"How are you going to change me? There's not enough 
room in here for a person to lay down," Justin asked as I 
closed and locked the door behind us.
	"I'm not going to change you. You're going to do it 
yourself with me telling you how," I answered as I started 
pulling my pants down. Justin seemed scared at what I was 
having him do, but I figured he had to learn how sooner or 
later.
	"Okay, first, take off your old diaper, and set it on 
the floor," I told him as I undid my own diaper. "Now, take 
these and clean yourself off," I added handing him a travel 
pack of baby wipes.
	"Do I really have to use these?"
	"Your mom uses them on you at home, doesn't she?"
	"Well yeah, but that's at home."
	"You don't have to use them if you don't want to, but I 
don't want to hear you complain if you get a rash." This was 
enough to get him to use the wipes.
	"Now, place the wipes in the diaper, roll it up, and 
tape it closed."
	"OK, now unfold the back part only and place it against 
the wall. Holding it in place with your body." I said 
handing him one of the diapers from my back pack.
	"What about powder?"
	"I powdered them before we left the house."
	"As well as you can make sure the diaper is in 
position, and pull it up between your legs as tightly as you 
can, and unfold the front," I told him while demonstrating 
with my own diaper. "Now, while holding the front up, reach 
back and pull the back flap over the front, and fasten the 
bottom tape as tightly as you can with out it feeling too 
loose or tight. Now do the same with the other side, and 
repeat it with the top tapes." After Justin finished with 
the second top tape I went over and checked it. I was 
surprised at how well he did it, and told him so. We got 
back to our table just as our meals were brought out.
	"What took you guys so long?" mom asked after the 
waiter left.
	"I was having to show Justin how to change himself," I 
replied.
	"Oh, OK. Just so you guys know, I expect all of you to 
go down for a nap when we get home," Mom told us while 
giving Jacob, and my brothers the look so they wouldn't 
argue it here. The rest of lunch went quietly, and inside 
the hour we were back home getting ready for our naps.
	"Jacob, What are you wearing those for?" Mom asked 
while changing my brothers.
	"What? I always wear shorts to bed," he answered.
	"Not around here you don't, young man. Now take them 
off."
	"Do I have to?"
	"Yes, you do. Now take them off before I come over 
there and remove them for you," Mom told him while turning 
back around to finish diapering Paul.
	"Why do you have those on?" Mom asked in a surprised 
tone in seeing the GoodNites Jacob had on.
	"I just like to wear them to the movies so I don't have 
to get up and miss any of it," Jacob stammered.
	"Well, it looks like you've put them to good use," mom 
chuckled noticing the yellowish stain on the front. " Come 
over so I can change you, too." Mom soon had Jacob out of 
his GoodNites, and into a full diaper. I guess he had come 
to enjoy wearing them over the last three years since he 
hardly put up any fuss about it. Without any of them seeing 
me, I went back into my room.
	"Well, Justin looks like you just got your baby brother 
back," I laughed on entering my room.
	"Why's that?" Justin asked while pulling off his 
shorts.
	"Because my mom just caught him wearing a pair of 
GoodNites, and put him back in a diaper since he had used 
it," I answered while undressing myself.
	"That's nothing new. Mom does that all the time at 
home. What's really funny is that he likes wearing them more 
now that he doesn't need them, than when he did." With that, 
Justin started to untape his diaper.
	"If you're not wet you can just keep wearing it," I 
told him.
	"Yeah, but I don't want to leak all over your bed if I 
wet too much."
	"Here, put this on over the diaper it'll hold most of 
it in if you leak," I said, tossing a pair of plastic pants 
to him while pulling on a pair of my own.
	"You boys get into bed now," Mom said, sticking her 
head into the room.
	"I'll be back to tuck you in just a moment." We both 
just nodded to this.
	Justin did shock me by climbing into my crib without a 
word of complaint. Mom returned a few minutes later caring a 
couple of bottles, and Justin's teddy bear. Her eyes seemed 
to widen a bit on seeing her oldest nephew laying in my 
crib, but said nothing about it.
	"You guys have a nice nap," she told us while pulling 
the covers up over us and giving us our bottles. Justin and 
I talked a couple of more minutes before falling asleep.
	I woke up a few hours later, and just laid in bed 
finishing my bottle while rubbing the front of my wet 
diaper. I got so caught up in it that I didn't even hear 
Justin wake up.
	"Enjoying yourself?"
	"Wha!?" I said shocked at being pulled from my thoughts 
just as I shot off in my already soaked diaper.
	"You know, that's not very polite," I told my cousin.
	"Don't worry about it. I do it all the time myself," 
Justin laughed.
	"Yeah, I bet," I joked back. Just about that time Donn, 
Paul, and Jacob came in, and as usual with out knocking.
	"Don't you guys ever knock!?" I asked, annoyed.
	"We just wanted to know if we could borrow a couple of 
games?" Donn asked.
	"Yeah, but next time knock first." As they were walking 
out Jacob finally noticed that his brother was in my crib, 
and stopped short causing Paul to run right into him.
	"What are you doing?" Jacob asked.
	"Talking to you," Justin answered smiling.
	"No, I mean what are you doing in a crib?"
	"Sleeping, what else?"
	"The real question though," ,Justin said with a wink to 
me, "is what are you doing in a wet diaper?"
	"Or is it that you started wetting the bed again?" he 
added. Jacob ignored the barb, and walked out. Justin and I 
started laughing with how his brother seemed to waddle more 
than walk.
	Mom came in a second later asking if we needed any help 
changing. Since we were both messy we consented to her 
helping us. Within ten minutes we both were in fresh cloth 
diapers.
	The rest of the weekend was normal. With all of boys 
spending most of our time playing out back. Mark even 
stopped over for a while and we got a game of three on three 
semi-contact football going. I can only imagine what anyone 
would have thought at seeing five boys ages 12 through 16 
running around in diapers. I could tell that Justin was 
still uncomfortable about having to wear diapers because, 
try as I might I couldn't get him to lose his pants and just 
go around in his diapers and a shirt like the rest of us 
were doing. this was definitely something I would have to 
work on in the future, but knew that Justin had to come 
around and accept having to wear diapers again first.

Chapter 4

	"So, DJ, how are you feeling this morning?" Mark asked 
with a smile.
	"I'd be felling a hell of a lot better if you hadn't 
clothes-lined me during are game yesterday," I relayed a bit 
crossly.
	"What can I say, it seemed like the thing to do at the 
time," came his grinning response.
	"Whatever, just be more careful next time," I told him.
	"By the way, stop by the bridge after school today, 
there's a couple of people I want you to meet."
	"OK, I'll see you then." I told him as I walked off to 
my first hour class.
	The rest of the day seemed to drag by, as my teachers 
piled on more work each hour. The only breaks I seemed to 
get were in Study Hall, and Lunch. The one kid I noticed 
looking at me a couple of weeks ago was in his normal spot 
glancing at me every once in awhile. It still drove me crazy 
at how familiar he looked, but I just couldn't place his 
face. I did notice that Mark was sitting with them today, 
and figured he must have taken my advice about asking Tom to 
go out with him. I had to admit that they did make a cute 
couple.
	"Hey, DJ, Over here!!" Mark yelled as I walked on to 
the bridge.
	"Hey, Mark, How'd your day go?" I asked coming up to 
them.
	"About normal."
	"That bad, huh?" I laughed.
	"You could say that. Anyway, I'd you to meet my new 
boyfriend, Tom Taylor, and his brother David. Tom, Dave, I'd 
like you to meet my best friend DJ Morrison." Mark said in 
the way introduction. I saw Dave's eyes go wide in 
recognition for a split second which told me we knew each 
other, or at the very least he knew me from some where.
	"They just moved here from New Mexico, at semester," 
Mark was saying.
	"Nice to meet you," I told them as I shook their hands. 
I noticed Dave looking at me even more intently than he had 
before.
	"David, not wanting to come off like a hard-ass, or 
anything, but what the hell do you're looking at?" I told 
him. Getting shocked looks from both Tom and Mark.
	"Oh, nothing, but tell me DJ, do you still have to wear 
diapers to bed?"
	"Yeah, I do.", I said without thinking, "How could you 
possibly know that?" I said, looking at him even more 
closely.
	"How're your brothers doing" Dave said smiling while 
brushing off my first question.
	Both Tom, and mark started looking at him strangely at 
him asking all these questions.
	"They're fine, but who the hell are you and how do you 
know all this stuff?" I asked looking at him even harder.
	"Do you remember a kid back in grade school that 
everyone called `Gizmo?'" he asked, smiling. This last 
question is what brought all the others together for me.
	"Gizmo?" I asked softly. David nodded to this. my next 
response shocked everyone.
	"You son-of-a-Bitch!" I laughed loudly, while throwing 
a punch at his head. David laughed as he dodged the punch.
	"Why the hell didn't you ever write and let me know 
what was going on!?" I went on.
	"Things were just happening too fast. Besides, I was so 
messed up for a while I thought it would be best just to cut 
all ties and start over," David told me honestly.
	"Would somebody please tell us what is going on here?" 
Tom asked confused.
	"Tom, I knew your brother here about seven years ago, 
when he was known as David Haynes," I told him, and Mark.
	"Are you guys waiting on a ride, or anything?" I asked 
Tom and David.
	"No, we do have to get walking home though, or our mom 
will start to wonder where we are," David said.
	"Don't worry about that. I'll give you guys a lift 
home, but first were going to go out and have a small 
celebration to get caught up on things," I told them while 
leading them out to my car," I told them. Over the next 
ninety minutes David and I started to get caught up on what 
had been happening over the previous eight years.

Part II
Flash Back
Chapter One

	"Welcome home stranger," mom said as I walked through 
the door.
	"Sorry, I'm late. Mark introduced me to his new 
boyfriend, and his boyfriend's brother after school today, 
and I offered to give them a lift home." I answered.
	"Oh really? Who's the lucky guy?"
	"Tom Taylor. His family moved into the Ladd's old house 
back in December."
	"I know who you're talking about now. Their twin sons 
are in the same grade as Paul."
	"The really funny part of this all this is who is older 
brother is."
	"Who's that?"
	"You remember David Haynes, don't you?"
	"After what happened when you slept over at his house 
last I doubt I'll ever forget about him, though I have to 
admit he was a very nice kid."
	"Well, he's Tom's older brother."
	"You're kidding, right?"
	"No, I'm not." I then preceded to tell her about all 
that happened to David over the past eight years.
	"I'm glad to hear everything worked out for him. He 
definitely deserved better than what he started with."
	"Christ!!" I breathed, as I bolted up in bed realizing 
I was soaked in both sweat and pee. This had been the third 
time in the past week that I had the nightmare concerning my 
first sleepover with David. It seemed to all have started a 
week ago when David asked if I would be interested in 
spending the night at his house. Since we both wore diapers 
to bed I knew there was no logical reason for me to decline 
the invitation, and I really wanted to do so. All this went 
through my head as I got up to change the soaked T-shirt and 
diapers I had on.
	"Everything OK in here, DJ?" My older brother Dan 
asked, quietly sticking his head in the room.
	"Yeah, I just had a nightmare," I replied.
	"I thought you would have outgrown dreams about the 
Bogeyman by now," Dan laughed.
	"It wasn't the Bogeyman."
	"You want to talk about it then?" he asked, seeing how 
shaken I was. Knowing that I wasn't going to get back to 
sleep anytime soon, I nodded that I did.
	"Okay, meet me in the kitchen then, once your done 
changing," he said, closing the door behind him while I 
finished changing.
	"So, what's going on with the nightmares all of a 
sudden?" Dan asked as I sat down next to him, accepting the 
drink he made me.
	"You know about David asking me to sleep over, right?"
	"Yeah. Mom, and Dad both think it's a good idea."
	"I know. I think it is, too, but ever since I accepted 
the invitation I've been having flashbacks about what 
happened last time."
	"I don't see how something that happened almost eight 
years ago should be affecting you now."
	"Mom and Dad never told you the real story behind that 
sleep over, did they?"
	"No, all they said is that something happened that got 
you shook up, and to leave the subject alone unless you 
wanted to talk about it."
	"Well, I'm about to tell you what happened, and then 
maybe you understand a little better." Dan just nodded at 
this, waiting for me to start. After waiting for me to 
collect myself I began.

	"As you know, my getting asked to a sleepover was a big 
step for me because it was to be my first one ever, and 
since David and I both knew of each other's problem with 
bedwetting we didn't think it would be a problem if an 
accident did occur. Anyway, Since I was going to be going 
home with David, Mom dropped a bag off for me at his house 
earlier that day so I wouldn't have to worry about taking it 
to school with me. Looking back on it, when they say your 
first impression of a person is normally the right one, I 
would have turned around and headed for home right then. His 
mom was as nice as could be, and couldn't have been more 
helpful at putting my fears to ease about staying over. His 
dad, on the other hand had so much aggression coming off him 
it was almost tangible. The one thing that should have 
tipped me off was the fact he always had a drink with him, 
but being only eight at the time I didn't know any better.
	The evening went by quickly, and I was having lots of 
fun, till it was time to get ready for bed. I thought it was 
kind of odd about David's Dad telling him that he would be 
in to check on us later and that David had better be dry 
when he did. We stayed up a little longer to play after 
David's Mom got us both into our night diapers. The next 
thing I know David's Dad was flipping on the bedroom light 
and checking both of our diapers. He started yelling at the 
top of his lungs when he found that David's diaper was wet, 
and started slapping him. He really went off when he found 
that not only was my diaper was wet, but the bed and gotten 
wet as well. While he never slapped, or anything like that I 
was still terrified.
	"Without a second thought, David's Dad pulled me out of 
bed, and tossed my bag to me, yelling that he wasn't going 
to put up with a kid that wet his bed, and he was sending me 
home right then. I could barely speak when Dad picked up the 
phone, and asked him to come and get me. I figure he 
probably heard all the yelling in the background because he 
said he would be right over and hung-up. After telling 
David's dad that mine was on the way to pick me up, he 
escorted me to the door, just about pushed me out of it, 
then closed and locked it behind me. I stood there the 
entire time it took dad to show up. I about ran to the car 
when dad pulled up to the house.
	"I explained about what happened to Mom and Dad the 
next morning, and as you know I didn't go on another 
sleepover till the one with Mark several years ago."
	
	I could tell that my story had a profound effect on my 
brother.
	"I'm sorry, DJ, Mom and Dad never told me what 
happened. I would have never given you all that trouble over 
the years about sleepovers if I had known."
	"Now you know why I'm still a bit hesitant about going 
on this sleepover."
	"If it bothers you that much, why go on it?"
	"This is one thing that I have to get over because if I 
don't I'll never be able to face David again about why." Dan 
just nodded at this, and smiled a bit. I took this as a sign 
of approval from him.
	"Well, I have to get back to bed or I won't be worth 
shit at school tomorrow."
	"OK, DJ, sorry if I kept you up."
	"Don't worry about it. I'm glad I was finally able to 
get it off my chest. And Dan?" I called.
	"Hmm?"
	"Thanks for listening." He just nodded at this and I 
headed off to bed.
	"So, DJ, are you ready for this weekend?" David asked 
me at lunch the next day.
	"It should be interesting. Just as long as we don't 
have a repeat of last time I slept over at your house," I 
told him seriously.
	"Yeah, I know what you mean."
	"Why, what happened last time?" Tom asked.
	"It's classified, and I would appreciate if you don't 
press for an answer." Tom, catching the look his brother 
gave him, let the subject drop.
	"About what time would you like me to come over?"
	"Well, since Mom was wanting you to have dinner with 
us, I'd say about 5:30pm, but I'll have to get back to you 
on that." The rest of lunch went by with us talking about 
the usual things. I was happy when school let out since I 
knew I didn't have any homework to do, and I could just 
relax.
	Since no one was home yet when I got there I decided to 
get on the Net. One of the first sites I linked in to was 
Deeker's Diaper Page to see if any of the stories he posts 
had been updated. On seeing that no new updates had been 
made I decided to write him a short note and bring him up to 
date on what had been going on in my life. I had been 
writing with him since the previous August, and had come to 
look forward to his replies. I also took that time to send 
him the most updated version of the story I was writing. 
After sending my letter, I took a look at his links page to 
see if he had any new ones. When I opened the page I did see 
that he had a couple of new ones. One that sounded cool 
enough was JD's Teen Baby and Diaper Lovers Page. I became 
so engrossed in it I didn't even hear my brother Donn come 
into the room.
	"What are you looking at, DJ?" This cause me to jam my 
knee in to the bottom of the desk when I jumped.
	"Damn it! Donn, you know better than to walk in without 
knocking first," I mumbled angrily, while still rubbing my 
knee.
	"I'm sorry. I saw that your door was open, and thought 
it was okay. I was just wanting to see if any one else was 
home. What are you looking at, anyway?"
	"A new site Deeker had on his links page," I said as I 
moved over so Donn could see it. About this time Paul came 
into the room to see what was going on.
	"Cool, this a new site?" he asked just as Donn opened a 
picture from the gallery I was in.
	"Yeah, just found it. You guys need to be changed, or 
are you still dry?" They both stated they needed to be 
changed.
	"Okay, go into your room and strip down I'll be there 
in a moment." After they left I turned back around, and 
looked to see what stories he might have in the site, after 
finding the pickings a bit on the slim side I decided to 
send him the story I was working on.
	"You coming, or not?" Paul asked from my door way just 
as I finished closing down the AOL program.
	"I'm coming," I started chuckling when I turned and saw 
that all Paul had on was a pair of GoodNites pants, and that 
the front of then were mostly yellow.
	"C'mon, let's go get you changed before you start 
leaking all over the place," I laughed as I herded him back 
to his room. Don was already laying on his bed, and his 
GoodNites were in the same condition and Paul's. I had them 
both changed about 15 minutes later, and made a mental note 
to talk mom into letting them change themselves, but know 
that would be a waste of breath.
	The rest of the evening went quietly. I spent some time 
working on my story, and a little more "surfing" the net. 
From all the thumping I was hearing, and feeling trough the 
floor I could tell that Donn, and Paul were wrestling with 
Dan again, and probably losing at that. After a while I shut 
my computer down, and after showering, and putting on my 
night time diapers I crawled into bed. As I fell asleep, I 
thought of what it would be like this coming weekend.

Part III
Deja Vu.

	The rest of the week went quickly, and I found my 
feelings about the coming sleepover torn between excitement 
and nervousness, but it was too late at this point in time 
to try and back out. David had been telling me all week that 
his mom was planning a special meal to celebrate my staying 
over.
	"So, DJ, you ready for this weekend?" David asked as we 
were getting out lunch.
	"No," I told him stoically.
	"Why not?"
	"You haven't told me what time you wanted me to come 
over this evening," I said laughing.
	"Yeah, I guess that would make a difference." I just 
nodded at this with a smile.
	"How about 5:30. That way we'll have some time to screw 
around before dinner."
	"Okay, I'll be there." Tom, and Mark were already 
eating by the time we got there, and I saw Mark leaning in 
close to tell tom something, but decided to have a bit of 
fun with it.
	"All right, you lovebirds, enough of that," David and I 
both started laughing with how they jumped apart like they'd 
seen a snake.
	"Very funny DJ, very funny," Tom said as Dave and I sat 
down.
	"I thought it was," I replied. "So, what were you going 
to say, Mark?"
	"Oh, nothing," he replied, turning a bit red. At this, 
I knew what he was talking about.
	"So, who's ass were you looking at this time?" I stated 
simply, but with a hint of a smile.
	"Scott Johnson's," Tom replied, turning as red as Mark 
was at getting caught.
	"I don't think Scott's girlfriend would be too pleased 
to hear you talking about him like that," David joked to his 
brother. The subject changed after a few seconds of laughter 
on this.
	"You sure you have everything?" Mom asked as I finished 
packing the bag for David's.
	"Yes Mom, I'm sure I have everything," I responded, but 
not really sure why she seemed so nervous.
	"What about diapers? Are you sure you have enough of 
them>" she continued,
	"Mom, please. I'm sure I have enough of them. I can 
always swing back by here if I don't."
	"What about PJ's, did you pack any?"
	"Yes, I'm sure I packed some," I replied a bit stronger 
than I was meaning to.
	"Don't take that tone with me."
	"I'm sorry, but all these questions you're asking are 
starting to get on my nerves. I'm perfectly capable of 
packing a bag for a sleepover."
	"I'm sorry. It's just after what happened last time I'm 
still a bit nervous."
	"I can understand that, but I doubt it'll happen this 
time, or David wouldn't have asked."
	"Okay, but if you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable 
I want you to come straight home." I just agreed to this as 
I zipped the bag up and headed out of my room. after a quick 
goodbye to everyone I headed out the door.
	"What took you so long?" David asked as I walked in, 
and was lead up to his room.
	"You wouldn't believe the 3rd degree I got from my Mom 
while I was packing."
	"Why?"
	"She thinks this will be a repeat of last time."
	Dave just laughed at this, and said " I don't think 
you'll have anything to worry about this time."
	"Hey DJ," Tom said in greeting as we came out of 
David's room.
	"Well, let me introduce you to the rest of the family." 
With that we headed downstairs.
	"Mom, I'd like you to meet my friend, DJ Morrison."
	"Well, DJ, it's so nice to finally meet you. David's 
told us what good friends you two used to be."
	"Thank you ma'am. that's nice to hear." About that time 
we heard a crash from upstairs, and then the rumbling of 
several pairs of feet. A few seconds later David's middle 
and twin youngest brothers came storming in the room.
	"MOM! Eric's bothering us a again."
	"I am not! You two went into my room without asking, 
and I was just getting my things back." I just leaned back 
against the counter, and smiled at all this. If they were 
wanting me to feel at home they were doing a good job of it.
	"All right! All three of you back upstairs, and we can 
sort it out up there." With that Eric and the twins turned 
around, headed back upstairs.
	"I'm sorry about that, DJ. I was hoping for once they'd 
actually behave themselves."
	"Don't worry about it, Mrs. Taylor. I'm used to it from 
my own brothers." She just smiled at this and headed up to 
take care of her three youngest sons.
	"By the way, those were my other brothers. The older 
one was Eric, and the two younger ones were Jared, and 
William," David laughed.
	"Well, I have to admit that if you were wanting me to 
feel at home you're doing a good job so far." David just 
chuckled at this.
	"C'mon, lets go up to my room and play some Nintendo 
before dinner."
	"Sounds good to me. Besides, I need to change anyway."
	Walking into David's room this time I paid a little 
more attention to what it looked like, and found it was like 
a normal teenager's room. He had two twin beds sticking out 
from one wall with a night stand between them. A computer, 
and desk took up the opposite corner. While his dresser, and 
an Entertainment center took up the wall in front of the 
beds. His closet took up the final wall.
	"I've cleared up some space in the closet it you'd like 
to put your things away," David said as he set up his 
Nintendo.
	"Sounds like a good idea, that way your mom won't think 
I'm a normal teenager." we both looked at each other for a 
moment at that, and then started laughing. I did get a bit 
of a surprise on opening the closet door, and found all of 
David's diaper supplies out in the open on the shelves. I 
just shrugged this off after a moment and set about 
unpacking. David didn't even bat an eye even I dropped my 
pants and started to change myself.
	"Is there anyplace I can put this?" I asked as I 
finished rolling up my old diaper.
	"Yeah, there's a Diaper Genie under the sink in the 
bathroom." I just nodded, and headed to throw the diaper 
away, after pulling my pants back up. David's mom didn't say 
a thing when we past each other in the hall, though I'm 
certain she saw the diaper I had in my hand.
	About an hour later Tom stuck his head in the room to 
tell us dinner was ready. Just as we came out of the room I 
bumped into a brick wall, which I found out a moment later 
was David's dad.
	"You okay there?" He asked, helping back to my feet.
	"Yes sir, Thank you," I told him.
	"Dad, this is DJ Morrison. The friend I was telling you 
about.
	"Oh, you're DJ. It's nice to finally meet you."
	"Let's get downstairs before your mom starts yelling," 
Mr. Taylor said to David.
	We found everyone else seated, and waiting for us.
	"So nice of you to join us," Mrs. Taylor said with a 
grin.
	"You know me Anita, I like to be fashionably late," 
James told his wife. With all this done Mrs. Taylor started 
dishing up dinner, which consisted of homemade Enchiladas, 
Spanish rice, and Salsa.
	"So, DJ, how do you like having to wear diapers all the 
time?" Jared asked with typical ten-year-old directness.
	"Jared! You know better that to ask guests questions 
like that," Mr. Taylor admonished his son.
	"That's okay, Mr. Taylor, I don't mind him asking. To 
answer your question, I don't mind it at all. To me they're 
nothing more than thick underwear." Jared seemed to accept 
this, and let it drop. Mrs. Taylor, though, seemed to take 
this time to poke a bit of fun at her eldest son.
	"Funny you mention them as being nothing more than 
thick underwear. I can still remember what it was like once 
David was able to regain daytime control. He was so used to 
wearing diapers that he would complain to no end when I'd 
have him just wear one pair of underwear. I finally got him 
to accept it though," I started chuckling at this, 
especially when I saw how red David got at this.
	"How did you manage it?" I asked just to have a bit of 
fun myself.
	"Oh, that was easy. I just started having him wear 
multiple pairs at one time and each week I'd take one pair 
away." she said. I started laughing in earnest at this. 
David however just turned even redder. The rest of dinner 
was spent with me and David getting caught up on old 
friends, and his family asking me about what had been going 
on with my life.
	I did notice one thing during dinner I was drinking 
more water than everyone else combined. My guess is that 
this was from the salsa Mrs. Taylor had over everything. I 
could almost swear that I wouldn't have any enamel left on 
my teeth after all this.
	"Okay, you boys go up and get ready for bed," Mr. 
Taylor announced as he helped his wife clear the dishes. We 
all just nodded, and headed upstairs to carry-out his 
request.
	"It's a good thing dinner ended when it did. I think my 
diaper would explode if I tried to put anything else in to 
it," I said as I pulled my pants off. David just laughed at 
this.
	Just as I was getting ready to untape my diaper Tom 
walked in.
	"You need any help changing?" he asked with a smile.
	"No, That's quite all right. I think I can manage. 
Thank you, though."
	"Well, OK, but just call if you need any help," Tom 
answered with a comically hurt look on his face, and walked 
out. David and I both burst out laughing after Tom left the 
room. I then started to take my diaper off and grab a fresh 
one.
	"You'll need you get a shower before you put that on," 
David told me. One look at his face told me he was serious 
about it. With a shrug I grabbed my shaving kit, and after 
pulling my PJ bottoms I headed for the bathroom. Without 
thinking, I walked right into the bathroom, and caught 
Jared, and William just as they were stepping out of the 
tub.
	"Sorry," I mumbled, and quickly stepped out, closing 
the door behind me. They both came out a few moments later 
with just a towel wrapped around them, but still dripping 
wet. I just smiled at this because it reminded me of Donn 
and Paul when they were that age.
	As soon as I came back into David's room he headed for 
the bathroom himself. Once he left I dropped my PJ bottoms 
and started to diaper myself. After pulling the bottoms back 
up, and pulling on a T-shirt I headed downstairs, David came 
out of the bathroom just as I walked by, but unlike his 
brothers he didn't have anything on. I just shook my head at 
this, and kept walking.
	I was a bit shocked when I walked into the family room 
because Mrs. Taylor was in the process of diapering William, 
and Jared was pulling some plastic pants up over his padded 
posterior.
	"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you," I said 
when Mrs. Taylor looked up. "Would you like me to leave the 
room while you finish up?"
	"No, that's okay, DJ. You go ahead and have a seat." I 
took a seat on the couch, and chatted with Mr. Taylor while 
Jared climbed up into his dad's lap. While I was chatting 
with Mr. Taylor, Eric came down and sat next to me. When I 
turned to acknowledge him, I saw that he had on a pair of 
GoodNites pants under his T-shirt.
	"You still wet the bet too, huh?" Though I knew it was 
a bit rude of me to be asking that question it just popped 
out before I could stop it. Eric handled the question with 
considerable grace with his reply.
	"Nah, I stopped last year, but I've grown so used to 
wearing diapers to bed my parents said it was all right for 
me to keep wearing them if I wanted to. Besides, they're 
really convenient in the morning when you have to wait for 
the bathroom to open up," Eric said with a laugh. I saw that 
Mr. Taylor was smiling at his son's response to my question.
	"Yeah, I know what you mean about that," I told Eric 
with a chuckle. About that time David, and Tom came down. I 
saw that Tom was dressed in just some PJ bottoms, while 
David just had on a T-shirt, and his own night diaper. 
Judging from the look on their faces, I must have surprised 
them by wearing PJ's, but I didn't feel right going around 
in just my diapers, like I do at home, in front of David's 
family just yet.
	Once David and Tom were settled into their seats Mr. 
Taylor got up, and started the movie. I was more than a 
little surprised to find that they had chosen "Starship 
Troopers" for the movie, especially since they were letting 
Jared, and William watch it as well. I just shrugged this 
off, and sat back to enjoy the movie. After the movie, Mrs. 
Taylor checked all of our diapers in case anyone of us need 
to be changed. While I knew I needed a changing, I found it 
a bit humorous that Eric was also needing a change, but I 
just figured that this was because he didn't want to miss 
any of the movie so he used his GoodNites instead.

Chapter 2

	"Hey DJ, it's time to get up," I heard David say 
through a fog of sleep.
	"OK, I'm up. I told him." The first thing I realized 
that my PJ's were wet.
	"SHIT! I don't believe this," I mumbled.
	"What?" David asked in concern.
	"My fucking diaper leaked last night." Even though I 
was mad about what had happened, David's reaction made me 
even more pissed. He started laughing.
	"You know, this is the exact same thing that happened 
last time. Talk about wanting to relive old times!" David 
managed to say through fits of laughter.
	"Yeah, haha, very funny." Just as I sat up to survey 
the damage David's mom came in to see if we were up yet, and 
saw me condition of my PJ's and guessed what had happened.
	"I'm really sorry about this," I told her, as I started 
to strip the bed.
	"Don't worry about it. The same thing happens to all of 
my sons every once in a while. I guess it's a good thing I 
put Tom's old Plastic sheet on the bed when I was making it 
yesterday," she chuckled. I just nodded to this, as I handed 
her the wet sheets.
	"I'll need your PJ's too, so I can wash then as well." 
I turned bright red at this because I didn't really like 
showing off my diapers to my friends parents. Especially the 
used ones. But seeing the look on her face made me decide 
not to even try and argue with her on it. I removed my PJ's 
as well, and handed those to her.
	After changing my diaper, I went ahead, and got 
dressed.
	"You know, DJ, you could wait till after breakfast 
before getting dressed." David told me.
	"I know, but I'd feel kind of awkward going around in 
just my diaper in front of your family," I told him.
	"Whatever your most comfortable with then." This said, 
David headed downstairs still wearing his night diaper. I 
soon understood why David didn't think it was all that big a 
deal in going to breakfast wearing his diapers, all of his 
brothers were still wearing their diapers as well, and 
judging from the yellow creeping up the back of them I could 
tell these were the same ones they wore to bed the night 
before. They did seem kind of surprised to see me dressed 
when I came into the room a few moments after David. I was 
pleased that none of them made any comment about my having 
gotten the bed wet. I guess this happened often enough that 
it wasn't that big of deal to them.
	After breakfast was done David, and his brothers were 
run upstairs to get dressed for the day, and thirty minutes 
later we were all sitting on the couch waiting for David's 
parents to waiting to be told what they were going to do 
that day. All of them started jumping around with excitement 
when They were told that they were going to be going to the 
local amusement park. As for myself I kept a straight face 
on hearing this, since I knew these plans probably didn't 
include myself. After the meeting broke up, David and I 
headed back up to his room where I packed my bags.
	"Hey David, I'd like to thank you for having me over. I 
had a really fun time"
	"I'm glad you had fun. You have to admit though it was 
a lot better than last time you did this."
	"Yeah, ain't that the truth. I'll swing by tomorrow to 
pick up my PJ's." With that I swung my bag over my shoulder, 
and headed downstairs. I found that his parents were waiting 
for me in the front room.
	"Mr. Taylor, Mrs. Taylor, I'd like to thank you for 
making me feel so at home this weekend, and again I'm sorry 
about that little `mishap' earlier."
	"Don't worry about it. That happens often enough around 
here that it doesn't bother us," Mrs. Taylor.
	"Thanks for your understanding anyhow. If it's okay, 
I'll just pick my PJ's up tomorrow." They both nodded at 
this. Just as I was about to leave Mr. Taylor spoke up.
	"DJ, my wife, and I were wondering if maybe you'd like 
to join us?"
	"I'd like that a lot. Thanks for asking, though I will 
need to get permission from my parents first."
	"We understand. You can use the phone in the kitchen." 
I nodded my thanks, and headed off to make the call. It took 
me about 10 minutes to finally talk my mom into letting me 
go. We were on our way a short time later, after making a 
stop at my house so I could drop my bag off, and get a 
diaper bag put together.
	"Hey David, you might want to readjust your shirt 
some," I said about 20 minutes later.
	"Why?"
	"Because, the top of your diaper is showing. If you 
don't mind my asking, why do you have a diaper on? I thought 
you didn't need them during the day."
	"Most of the time I don't need them, but I sometimes 
lose control during certain types situations, so I figured 
it would be safer this way." I could agree with his 
reasoning on this since I had done the same thing myself. 
The rest of the ride out to the park was filled with the 
normal chit-chat common on these types of drives. Once we 
got to the park, I noticed that all of us boys, except for 
Tom, had backpacks with us. We spent most of the morning 
doing the tame rides, and headed for the big rides right 
after lunch. I did find it amusing when after lunch Mrs. 
Taylor herded Eric, Jared, and William off to the restroom, 
but instead of going into the men's room I saw all of them 
go into the diaper changing area the park had set up between 
the restrooms. This did answer the question that was nagging 
me as to why those three hadn't headed off to the rest since 
we left their house.
	"C'mon you guys lets go get in line for the Mamba," I 
said a few hours later. We had already hit all the other 
rides several times over, but hadn't ridden this one yet.
	"I don't think I want to ride this one," Eric 
complained just as the cars started moving, and he got his 
first really good look at the first hill on the ride.
	"Too late now, Eric. Just hold on, and close your 
eyes," David said from next to me.
	I just started laughing at this. Until I saw the first 
drop. Then my attitude changed quickly.
	"Hey DJ, look at this," David said, pointing. When I 
looked at what he was pointing to, I saw how steep the first 
drop on this ride was. This was just as we reached the 
pinnacle of the climb, and started to drop off the other 
side.
	"OOOOHHHH SSSSSHHHIIIITTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled as 
our car started down the 205 foot drop. The one thing I had 
never noticed before was that the drop was some 205 feet 
high, and angled at about 75 degrees. I never did figure out 
exactly when during the drop I messed myself, but at the end 
of the ride I was really glad that I had a diaper on. 
Apparently, David did too, since we both had to change our 
diapers after that ride, along with Eric, and William. Mr. 
Taylor just laugh as we headed off to be changed. I just 
laughed along with him because when I looked at it this was 
a pretty funny this to deal with.
	The rest of the day was an seemingly endless stream of 
rides. All of us boys were completely worn out by the time 
we left, and I was glad that I had the foresight to take my 
car home when I went to drop off my duffel bag earlier in 
the day. I thanked the Taylors one last time before I headed 
in to my house.
	
	Conclusion
	
	The rest of my school year went quickly, and I was 
happy to have it behind me. I was kind of pissed to find out 
that due to all the days I had missed I would be required to 
take summer school if I wanted to advance with all my 
friends. In retrospect, this was a good thing for me since I 
was able to make some new friends, while still keeping in 
touch with my old ones. David, Tom, Mark, and I still got 
together on weekends, and on days that we didn't have to 
work.
	I have found myself becoming more at ease in having to 
wear diapers all the time. over the course of the summer I 
had found myself doing yard work wearing just a T-shirt, and 
my diapers. If any body had told me several years before 
that I would be doing this, or even that I would have to 
wear diapers full time I probably would have laughed at them 
for it.
	It is unfortunate though that my life hadn't been a bed 
of roses. On September the Seventh of this year my older 
brother Dan was involved in a car wreck coming home from 
work. He died three days later without regaining 
consciousness. While I will miss him greatly, his passing 
has shown me that our time on this plane of existence is 
brief, and we should make the most of whatever time we have. 
It is to him that I dedicate this story.
	
	                   DANIEL B. MURPHY
	            APRIL 10, 1970 TO SEPTEMBER 10,1998
	             YOU WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN
	
	
This story is complete.