DJ's Diaper Diaries: Part Nine- The Freshman
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Chapter 1

September

	"So, DJ, what do you have planned for the summer?" Mark 
asked as we walked home from our last day of school.
	"Not much. I'll be spending a good portion of it in St. 
Louis getting the metal plates out of my legs, and getting 
over that. Other than that not much. What about you?"
	"Mom's sending me, and my brothers out to California to 
stay with my grandparents for the Summer. They asked us too 
since we don't see them as much as we used to before they 
moved."
	"Sounds like fun to me. You want to trade places?" I 
laughed.
	"Not hardly. You want to have one last sleep over 
before we leave?"
	"I don't have any problems with it, though lets make 
sure it's the weekend my dad takes Donn and Paul camping."
	"Is your dad still hung up about that?" Mark asked with 
more than a little disgust.
	"Yeah, he is," I replied, thinking back to scene my 
father made when he found out that Mark told me he was gay.
	"Okay, I'll let you know later then, and we can get a 
date set up." By this time we had reached Mark's house, and 
went inside. Since I knew my brothers would be over here 
already I wasn't at all surprised to see them, but what did 
startle me was the fact that they were running around in 
just a T-shirt, and some thick cloth diapers.
	"Now what would mom say if she saw you two running 
around like this?" I said coming up behind Paul.
	"Wha!?" came his screeched reply. I just started 
laughing as Paul turned around to face me, and I noticed a 
yellow stain appear though the plastic pants he had on.
	"Hey Mark, you better call your mom over, looks like 
one of the toddlers needs to have his dydee changed," I 
called, still chuckling.
	"No thanks to you." Paul stated as he hit me in the 
stomach. This caused me to start laughing even harder.
	"Who needs the diaper change?" Mark's mom asked a few 
minutes later.
	"Paul does, Sherri," I chuckled in response.
	"So I see," she said looking at the front of Paul's 
diaper, "And I bet you need one, too, don't you?" I just 
turned red in response to this since I knew full well that I 
was needing a change, also, but was wanting to handle it 
myself.
	"That's what I thought."
	"Okay, both of you head up to the nursery. I'll be 
there in a moment." Paul started laughing himself when he 
saw that I was also going to get my diaper changed as well. 
This was probably the one twist of wearing diapers that I 
wasn't too fond of, and that was having others handle my 
diaper changes.
	Sherri came into the room a few minutes later and 
helped Paul up onto the changing table. I was surprised to 
find that Paul had not only wet himself, but had also messed 
his diaper as well. Luckily for him she was used to little 
surprises like this from Bryon and John. Paul was cleaned up 
quickly, and after a re-diapering was sent on his way back 
out to play. Then it was my turn.
	"If you don't mind, Sherri, I can handle this myself," 
I told her.
	"I'm sure you can, but I told your mom that I would 
handle all of your changes when you come over. Now hop up on 
the table before I pick you up and put you there myself." 
Seeing that this would be a losing battle I sighed as I 
dropped my shorts and hopped up on the table as requested. 
Just like my brother, I too, found myself in a new diaper, 
but unlike him Sherri had used one of the Attends I had 
brought home from school earlier that day.
	"Okay, you're all done, now get outside, and have some 
fun." Sherri said with a soft slap to my diapered butt. I 
just smiled at that, and bent over to retrieve the shorts I 
dropped a few minutes before.
	"Don't worry about those, I'll take care of them for 
you." Sherri added with a smile. Catching the drift of what 
she was meaning I headed outside wearing nothing but a 
diaper, a T-shirt, and my shoes.
	"Hey DJ, I think you forgot something," Donn laughed as 
I came out the door.
	Don't tell me, tell Sherri. She's the one that told me 
to come out like this. I guess she didn't want me to feel 
overdressed," I said with a smile. With this the subject was 
dropped, and the rest of the afternoon was spent playing in 
the sprinkler that Mark had set up while I was getting 
changed. It did kind of shock us at first when he stripped 
down to just his underpants to play in the water, but nobody 
said anything given that the rest of us just had diapers on. 
Of course the fun ended all too soon, and it was time to 
head home.
	The next couple of weeks went by quickly, and both mine 
and Mark's departure was drawing closer.
	"You already for tonight, DJ?" Mark asked as we were 
coming out of the movies the weekend before we left.
	"Ready for what?" I asked, a bit confused as to what he 
was talking about.
	"The sleepover tonight, remember? Your mom talked to my 
mom earlier this week about it."
	"Oh, Sorry, my mom never told me about it. I guess she 
was wanting to keep it a secret from my dad."
	"What time do you want me to come over?" I added.
	"We planned on having you over for dinner, so you may 
as well come over now."
	"Sounds good to me."
	The walk to his house took a bit over 30 minutes. We 
were both soaked in sweat by the time we got there.
	"You know, boys, we could have come out to pick you 
up," Linda said as we walked into the house.
	"I know, but it was so nice out I thought it would be 
better to walk home," Mark answered. Linda just nodded at 
this and turned her attention to me.
	"Are you needing a change?" She asked me bluntly. I was 
still trying to get used to all this and having a hard time 
of it.
	"Yeah, but I can handle it myself," I told her.
	"DJ, we've been over this before. While you're here we 
handle the diaper changes; it's just like at your house." 
With this said, Linda herded me upstairs, and had me lie 
down on the changing table while she got things ready for my 
diaper change. Just as Linda finished putting the last pin 
into the cloth diapers I now had on, Mark's brothers came 
into the room. Looking at the condition of their diapers and 
faces, I could tell they must have just gotten up from a 
nap.
	Bryon took my place on the table after Linda pulled my 
plastic pants up, and gave my butt a swat to send me on my 
way. I headed downstairs to watch a little TV while the 
changes were going on. I was a bit startled to see that Mark 
also had decided to get diapered, but decided that he did 
this to avoid having to do so later on. Dinner was a normal 
sleepover affair in that pizza had been ordered in, along 
with several bottles of pop. After dinner we put in several 
movies, and Mark and I both ended up not getting to bed to 
around 2 A.M.. Much to the disapproval of Linda, and Sherri. 
They were at least nice enough to let us sleep in the 
following morning. Mark's brothers, on the other hand, were 
another story. Frankly, I have a feeling that it was Sherri 
that put them up to it, but never said anything about it.
	"So, do you guys do this every weekend during the 
summer, or am I just lucky?" This question seemed to have 
come out of nowhere, but we soon saw John, and Josh both 
standing on Marks's back porch.
	"How long have you been standing there?" Mark asked.
	"About five minutes. I wanted to see how long it would 
take you guys to notice us standing here," John said with a 
chuckle.
	"Well, don't just stand there. Come down and join us," 
I said. John and Josh did just this, and soon we had 6 boys 
running around soaking wet in Mark's back yard. I can only 
guess what the neighbors thought of all this since four of 
us were running around in just diapers.
	"Uh, John I have a problem," Josh said a short while 
later.
	"What is it?"
	"I need to be changed, but forgot to bring some clean 
diapers with me."
	"That's just great! Didn't I tell you not to forget to 
bring some with you?"
	"Yeah, but you were in such a hurry to leave I forgot 
to bring the bag with me."
	"All right, just a minute. Guys, we're going to have to 
leave now. Josh needs to be changed, and he forgot to bring 
some extras with him," John told us disgustedly.
	"You guys don't have to leave. I'm sure my mom wouldn't 
mind Josh using some of my brother's diapers," Mark said.
	"C'mon Josh, let's go get you cleaned up," Mark added 
as he lead josh towards the house. Josh came back out 15 
minutes later sporting some fresh cloth diapers in lieu of 
the disposable he was wearing. I also noticed that Mark was 
holding one of his Molicares in his right hand and had a 
malicious gleam to his eyes. I knew what he was up to when 
he pointed at John, and held up the diaper he was holding. I 
just smiled at this, and nodded.
	John barely knew what was happening. when I tackled 
him, and sat down on his chest.
	"DJ!, Whot in the Bloody Hell are ye doing!!?" John 
yelled from his position under me. That was the one I have 
always noticed about John every time he got mad, or 
disturbed in some way he would always revert back to 
speaking with an Irish accent.
	"I'm not doing anything," I laughed.
	"Josh, would you, and John mind holding your brother's 
legs down, and Bryon, please remove John's shorts. Both 
sets, please." All the younger boys started laughing at this 
since they guessed what was going to happen. By the time 
Byron had John stripped from the waist down Mark was 
kneeling down, and had the diaper open. With all of us 
working together it hardly took two minutes to get John 
diapered. The extra twist Mark added was a pair of locking 
plastic pants that he had gotten as an early Birthday 
present from me since I was going to be in the hospital when 
he had his party.
	"There, now you don't look so out of place," Mark said 
laughing as we let John up.
	"What the hell are these things?" John sputtered as he 
tried pulling the plastic pants down.
	"Just a little gift I got from DJ, and don't try taking 
them off. It won't happen without the key to the lock," Mark 
chuckled, as he put the key into his pocket. John stood 
there a few more moments tugging at the pants before he, 
too, started laughing.
	The rest of the afternoon was spent having a water 
balloon war. All too soon it was time for John, and Josh to 
head home. While Josh was changed into a fresh Attends 
diaper, John had the lock removed from the plastic pants he 
had on, and removed the very wet diaper he had on. After 
doing a quick wipe down he put his shorts back on. Luckily 
for us, his shorts had taken several hits, and were as wet 
as John was. We figured this way he wouldn't get into any 
trouble at home.
	The rest of the weekend went quickly, and I soon found 
myself heading back to the Shriners for what I hoped to be 
my last surgery.
	My time in the hospital went without incident. What was 
even funnier was that John from the summer before showed up 
about two weeks after I had gotten there. Only this time he 
was a great deal quieter, and didn't spout the Bible all the 
time. I guess getting a taste of his own medicine the summer 
before had calmed him down a lot. One very pleasant surprise 
I did get on returning home was that my brother ,Dan, had 
gotten connected to the Internet while I was gone, and even 
set me up with my own Screen Name to use when he wasn't busy 
on it himself. Of course one of the first things I did was 
look up diapers and bedwetting on it just to see what would 
happen. It was a shock to see how returns I got from this. 
One such site was Deeker's Diaper Page. I would have never 
guessed at the time how much I would end up visiting this 
site over the next couple of weeks before I started chatting 
with Deeker himself. This did help pass the time till the 
new school year was to start, and needless to say I wasn't 
at all looking forward to it.
	The first month of school had been going well. I was 
beginning to get into the swing of high school well enough. 
I was lucky enough so far that nobody had found out about my 
having to wear diapers. Of course this was to change all to 
soon.
	"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled as I came through the door 
after school.
	"Hi DJ," came a reply from behind me. On turning around 
I was surprised to see Donn standing behind me.
	"Hey Donn, what are you doing home so early, and what 
happened to your eye?" I asked, noticing the black eye Donn 
now sported on the left side of his face. About this time my 
mom came back in from the garage, and saw Donn standing by 
me.
	"What are you doing out of your room, young man!?" Mom 
asked sternly
	"I was just coming down to tell DJ Hi," Donn replied in 
a soft voice.
	"Fine. you've told him Hello, now get your butt back up 
into your room before I decide to paddle it again." Without 
another word Donn turned, and ran back upstairs.
	"What was that all about?" I asked as I sat my books 
down.
	"Your brother got suspended from school today for 
fighting," Mom told me in a tired voice.
	"I take it that's where he got the black eye?" Mom just 
nodded at this.
	"What started it anyway? Donn's not the kind to go off 
like this."
	"From what the principal told me some kids started 
making fun of the fact that Donn wears GoodNites to school. 
He apparently got fed up with it, and hit one of the kids, 
breaking their nose in the process." While I kept my face 
neutral to hearing this I was happy that Donn had done what 
he did. Without saying another word I went upstairs to start 
on my homework.
	"DJ! Dinner's ready!" Paul screamed from the stairs. I 
just smiled at this as I closed my books since I knew how my 
parents felt about us yelling in the house. I was proven 
right as I entered the dinning room I heard mom finish 
talking to Paul about yelling in the house.
	"How's the homework coming, DJ?" my dad asked as I sat 
down.
	"Just fine, all I have left to do is some science 
problems." My parents just nodded at this. I felt this was 
as good as time as any to spring the question I had.
	"Mom, Dad, if it's okay, I was wondering if I could go 
to the lake this weekend with Mark, and his family?" My 
dad's face started to cloud over when I mentioned Mark's 
name, but luckily he didn't say anything.
	"We'll talk about it later," Mom answered. I just 
nodded at this and let the subject drop. The rest of the 
evening went smoothly. After finishing my homework I changed 
my extremely wet diapers and went downstairs to watch a bit 
of TV before bed time. I noticed my mom grinning a bit as I 
came down wearing just a T-shirt that covered only about 
half of the thick night time diapers I had on. All too soon 
I was being run off to bed. I was kind of embarrassed when 
my mom came in a few minutes later to tuck me in, and give 
me a night time bottle. This was one of the things she had 
started to do on a regular basis after being told by my 
doctor to make sure I drank a lot of fluids during the day 
to help keep my Bladder flushed out.
	"You all ready for the weekend, DJ?" Mark asked me at 
lunch on Friday.
	"You better believe it! I'm just glad that I don't have 
any homework so far," I said with a laugh.
	"I know the feeling, You all set for tonight?"
	"Yep. It ought to be pretty nice going down to the 
lake, though you haven't told me what to pack yet."
	Don't worry about that. It's all been taken care of. 
Just be ready to go after you get off work," Mark replied 
with a smile. For some reason I was getting the feeling that 
this was a set up, but I couldn't place in what way. Scott 
and John soon joined us, and we all started talking about 
what was being planned for the weekend.
	Mark and his family were waiting for me outside work 
right as I came out the door a bit after seven that evening. 
As usual, I was more than happy to be getting out of work.
	"How was work, DJ?" Linda asked as I climbed into their 
van. I just groaned and shook my head in response to this 
question, which caused everyone else to start laughing.
	"Where's Bryon and John?"
	"They decided to spend the weekend over at my 
grandparents' place," Mark replied. I had to smile at this 
since now I wouldn't have to be bothered by them this 
weekend.
	The rest of the 3 hour trip down to the cabin went 
quickly. We stopped only for a quick bite to eat on the way 
down.
	"Okay, boys, time to get, up we're here," Linda 
announced while shaking us awake.
	"Huh?" I mumbled still half asleep.
	"Time to get up. We're at the cabin," Linda said again. 
I just nodded at this and stumbled out of the van. I then 
headed around back to help unload the car.
	"Don't worry about the other stuff. We'll get it in the 
morning," Sherri told me while guiding me towards the front 
door. I didn't respond to this and just followed her 
prodding.
	I hardly even remembered being led into Mark's room and 
being changed into one of his thick Molicare diapers. I 
figured this is what must have happened because when I woke 
up the next morning all I had on was a very wet purple 
diaper. Instead of getting out of bed I just lied there 
listening to the birds and the water lapping up against some 
nearby rocks. Mark started stirring a short while later.
	"Hey DJ, you awake?" Mark asked quietly.
	"Yeah." I replied, stretching out some.
	"How's the diaper?" Mark asked with a slight chuckle.
	"It's in about the same condition as yours," I laughed 
back. Mark chuckled even more at this. We lied there talking 
for about another 30 minutes before Sherri, and Linda came 
in to get us up.
	"C'mon you two, it's time to get up now. It smells like 
you guys really need a changing here," Sherri announced as 
she came into the room. We both just grinned at her. With a 
laugh, Sherri and Linda came over to our beds and started to 
untape our diapers. With a swiftness developed over years of 
changing older boys' diapers, Sherri and Linda had both Mark 
and I stripped down and wiped off in a matter of moments. 
After getting my nuts and butt lotioned and powdered Linda 
had me lift up, and placed a new diaper under me. I sighed a 
bit, as it was pulled up between my legs, and snugly 
fastened around my waist. both Mark, and I followed his mom 
down to the kitchen for breakfast while Linda laid out our 
clothes for the day. I was a bit surprised when Sherri 
handed us both a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and 
told us to go watch cartoons while she got breakfast ready.
	"What's with all the toddler treatment?" I asked Mark 
as we sat down and turned the TV on.
	"Well, my mom thought you looked kind of stressed out 
when she saw you last week, and thought that this would help 
out some." I just smiled at this, mainly because Mark's mom 
was always so good at reading my moods. I just settled down 
to drink my bottle and watch TV. I was glad that none of the 
people at school saw me like this, or I'd never hear the end 
of it. Linda called breakfast a short time later, and we got 
up to enjoy the pancakes and sausage we had smelled being 
made for the last twenty minutes.
	All right, boys, let's get you upstairs and ready for 
the day," Sherri said as she herded us back up to Mark's 
room. I was a bit taken back when I noticed what Linda had 
laid out for us. On Mark's, and my bed was a onesie with a 
toddler style design on it along with a set of snap-crotch 
coveralls. I heard Mark chuckling at this.
	"Sherri, not wanting to sound impolite, but you don't 
honestly expect me to wear these things, do you?"
	"I don't expect you to do anything you're uncomfortable 
with, but since your other clothes are in the wash, and 
we're going into town for the day, it's either wear those, 
or just wear your diapers. Now as cute as I think you look 
in them, I don't think everyone else will think so," she 
replied, reaching for the onesie that was on my bed. I knew 
then why Mark was smiling. They had set me up on this, 
knowing full well that I'd have no choice but to wear the 
clothes they brought along.
	"I'll get you for this, Mark," I vowed to him as Sherri 
dressed me.
	Thirty minutes later Mark and I were heading into town 
dressed like a pair of extremely over-grown toddlers. I soon 
got used to all the looks that people were giving us, and 
figured that this wouldn't matter anyway since nobody I knew 
would see me like this, or so I thought. I had no idea that 
this weekend would come back to haunt me just over a month 
later.
	We ended up spending most of the weekend inside due to 
a storm front that came through the area. All too soon we 
were packing things up and heading back home. I just smiled 
when my mom mentioned how much more relaxed I looked now 
than when I headed down to the lake. Before going to bed 
that night I got online, and wrote Deeker a short note of 
what had happened that weekend. I knew that he'd get a kick 
out of this and wanted to tell him about it before I forgot 
all the really juicy details.
	"Hey Scott, have you ever noticed that the two new guys 
in our English class don't seem to talk very much?" I asked 
at lunch one day.
	"Yeah, I have noticed that. I just assumed that it was 
because they're new to the area, and all."
	"Yeah, you could be right, but I think it might be 
something else."
	"What might that be?"
	"Well as strange as this may sound, I think they may 
wear diapers."
	"Oh jeez, not that again! I swear DJ, you've got to be 
the only guy that I know that could run into a diaper wearer 
in his sleep," Scott said with a laugh.
	"How about we go over and introduce ourselves?" I 
suggested.
	"Why not, and even if you're wrong about them it 
wouldn't hurt."
	True, but I don't think I am." With this, Scott and I 
went over to introduce ourselves to the new guys.
	"Excuse me, are these seats taken?" I asked, coming up 
to the table they were sitting at.
	"No, help yourselves," the slightly taller of the two 
said. Scott and I sat down, after thanking them.
	"I'm DJ," I told them, extending my hand.
	"I'm Scott," Scott said, also extending his hand.
	"I'm Tyler, this is my brother Ryan," Tyler told us, 
taking our hands.
	"How do you like your classes so far?" Scott asked 
after we got done with the introductions.
	"It's not bad, but I still wish I was back in 
California with all my other friends," Tyler told us. Scott 
and I both nodded at this thinking of how hard it must be to 
have this happen. By the end of lunch, Scott and I had 
learned that Ryan's, and Tyler's mom was a trauma nurse at 
one of the local hospitals, and that they had moved out here 
for a change of scenery after the death of their father.
	Over the next week, Scott and I joined Ryan and Tyler 
for lunch, and I was constantly asking if they wanted to 
come over to my house after school, but they kept brushing 
it off. This all but confirmed my suspicion about them 
wearing diapers, but didn't say anything. I finally got them 
to agree to come over one Wednesday afternoon.
	"We're home!" I heard Donn yell as he came through the 
door.
	"Hey guys," I said when they walked into the kitchen a 
moment later.
	"Hey DJ, where's Mom?" Paul asked.
	"She called saying that she was running a bit late, but 
should be home any time now," I told him. He just nodded at 
this and followed Donn up to their room. From the faint 
smell of pee I caught from Paul I knew what they would be 
doing. Normally I would have told them I had guests, and 
have them tone down their diaper level, but this time I 
thought it might be helpful to my guests for them to see it.
	Ryan, Tyler, and I were playing video games in my room 
when Donn and Paul came walking in wearing just their 
diapers. I started laughing when I noticed that Ryan, and 
Tyler were both staring at the Power Ranger Plastic pants 
that Paul had on. It took all my willpower to calm down 
enough to make the needed introductions. My brothers weren't 
a bit fazed at having some of my friends see them in their 
diapers, and they just sat down to join in our game.
	"Hey Ryan, the bathroom is down the hall. It's the 
second door on the right," I said when I saw the urgent look 
on his face.
	"Thanks," He mumbled, and headed out the door. I was a 
bit surprised that Tyler got up as well, and followed his 
brother out the door carrying a small duffel they had with 
them. This all but confirmed my suspicions about them 
needing diapers. My confirmation of this came a few moments 
later when I heard Ryan break out crying. On coming out of 
my room, I saw my mom backing out of the bathroom 
apologizing to them.
	"I'm sorry about all that. I should have mentioned you 
were in there to my mom," I told them when they came back 
into my room. I noticed that Ryan was still sniffling from 
the "interruption" they received.
	"Hey Ryan, it's no big deal around here if you need to 
wear diapers," I told him.
	"I know, but how many kids our age do you see wearing 
them?"
	"Several of my friends still wear them to bed, and 
you've already seen how my brothers are all padded up.
	"Yeah, but how many do you see wearing them all the 
time?" Ryan continued.
	"I can name one person right off the top of my head. 
That's me," I told him.
	"Right, you expect us to believe you just happen to 
wear diapers full time?"
	"I do, see?" I told him as I undid my pants, and showed 
them the wet diaper I had on underneath them. This made Ryan 
stop crying for a moment and take another look.
	"Why do you guys think I wanted you to come over? I 
figured it would help you to loosen up some if you knew that 
there were other teens around that wore diapers, too," I 
told them. This helped calm them down even more, and soon we 
were back to playing games. Only this time we left our pants 
off.
	"Ryan, Tyler?" Mom said as he stuck her head through my 
bedroom door. "I just got off the phone with your Mom's 
work. Something came up, and she'll be running late tonight, 
so you'll be having dinner over here." They just nodded at 
this like they were used to it happening.
	"Uh... Mrs. Morrison?" Ryan started.
	"Yes? Ryan?" she asked to which Ryan nodded.
	"I have a bit of a problem," he started nervously. Mom 
waited quietly for him to finish.
	"Well, I didn't think we were going to be staying over 
this late, and I didn't bring any extra diapers with me, and 
well..." he stammered
	"And you need to be changed?" Mom finished for him Ryan 
just nodded again looking like he was going to cry again.
	"It's okay, Ryan. This happens a lot around here," Mom 
told him.
	"Would you boys mind leaving for a few moments?" Mom 
said to me and Tyler. We nodded at this and left the room, 
as mom had Ryan lie down on the changing pad she had laid 
out. Ryan joined us a few minutes later sporting one of my 
Attends. As mom came down stairs she noticed that my diaper 
was also wet, and ran me upstairs for my own changing, 
though she put me into my cloth diapers instead of another 
Attends.
	The rest of the evening went smoothly, and Ryan's and 
Tyler's mom finally came to pick them up around 11p.m. that 
evening. Of course all of us boys were already in bed, and I 
didn't even know this had happened till the next morning.
	"Hey Tyler!" I called as I walked into school the next 
day.
	"I'm Ryan," Ryan answered as I got closer to him.
	"Yeah, Whatever." I told him, smiling.
	"I was wondering if you and your brother would like to 
spend the night this weekend?" I continued. This seemed to 
bring him up short a bit. I guess this is just because we 
just got to know each other, or that they had never been on 
a sleepover before.
	"Well, I'll have to check it out with my mom, but I 
don't see any problem with it. I'm not sure if Tyler will be 
able to make it since he seems to be coming down with some 
bug," Ryan replied.
	"That sounds good to me. Let me know what you find 
out," I told him as we split up to go to our classes.
	The rest of the day went slowly, as all my teachers 
decided to give heavy homework assignments. I should have 
figured that this was going to be a bad day when this one 
asshole Sophomore started calling me "diaper boy". While I 
knew it would get out sooner or later that I wore diapers, I 
was kind of hoping that it would be put off a bit longer 
than it did.
	By the time Friday rolled around I could tell that both 
Ryan and Tyler were a bundle of nerves concerning the 
sleepover, but I seemed to make them more nervous in trying 
to calm them down about it.
	"Mom, we're home!" I called as Ryan, Tyler, and myself 
walked through the front door of my house. Without another 
word I led my guests up to my room and started to step out 
of my pants.
	"You guys can use the bathroom if you need to change," 
I told them as I started to untape the old diaper I had on.
	"Okay, thanks," Ryan told me as they headed off for the 
bathroom.
	 I decided to put on my normal cloth diapers for the 
evening that had become habit by this time. I must have 
startled Ryan, and Tyler a bit when they came back into my 
room and found me sitting on my bed wearing nothing but a T-
shirt and my diapers.
	"Uh, DJ? Are you forgetting something?" Ryan asked.
	"What, you mean my pants?" I asked. Ryan just nodded at 
this.
	"Sorry, I guess I forgot to mention that I hardly ever 
wear pants at home. They just seem to get in the way during 
a change," I told them.
	"We aren't going to be expected to do this, are we?" 
Tyler asked nervously.
	"Not at all. You guys do whatever you're most 
comfortable with." This seemed to help them relax some. 
After about an hour Ryan, and Tyler decided to join me, and 
removed their pants as well. We ended up playing Nintendo 
till mom called us for dinner.
	Ryan, and Tyler both did a double take when they saw 
that Donn, and Paul were dressed exactly like me. We all 
just laughed at this Dinner was simple affair of burgers and 
chips since mom didn't want to try anything fancy.
	"Ryan, I want you to go up and change after dinner," 
Mom told him when she noticed that the wetness strip on the 
front of his diaper had changed color.
	"Uh, That might be a problem. We forgot to pack extras 
with us before we left home this morning, and these were our 
last ones," Ryan told us.
	"That's okay. You can borrow some of DJ's," she told 
them. The rest of dinner was spent catching up on how 
everyone's day went. this included my guests so they 
wouldn't feel left out.
	"Okay, boys, everyone upstairs, and hit the showers," 
Dad told us as mom cleared the table. There was a collective 
groan from the table as he told us this.
	"Don't give me that bit. Just do as you're asked," my 
father replied with a chuckle. With one final groan we got 
up, and headed for the stairs.
	Twenty minutes later Ryan, Tyler and myself walked back 
into my room. It was almost comical with how Ryan and Tyler 
jumped behind me to cover themselves when they saw that my 
mom was laying our diapers on the bed.
	"Don't worry, you two. I don't bite, besides you don't 
have anything I haven't seen on my own boys. Now hop up here 
and we can get you ready for the night," mom told us.
	"Guests first," I told Tyler with a wave of my hand.
	"Thanks a lot," he mumbled as he walked past. I just 
started chuckling at this. It only took mom about ten 
minutes to get both Ryan, and Tyler diapered up. I could 
tell that them wearing cloth diapers was a new experience 
from them with the way they kept feeling them. I expected 
mom to have me diaper myself has she had been having me do 
for the most part since I was thirteen. So what happened 
next really floored me.
	"Well, C'mon DJ, you're next," mom told me. I almost 
leaped over to the bed mom was using as a diapering station 
since I knew this wasn't going to be offered very often. 
This caused everyone else to start laughing. I too soon 
found myself densely diapered for the night, and found out 
why the others were rubbing themselves. My mom had 
apparently warmed all of our diapers up in the dryer while 
we were in the shower.
	Dad put in a movie he got on his way home from work as 
soon as we all got settled in.
	"Time for bed, everyone," Mom called several hours 
later. As before, this was met with a collective groan. Mom 
just laughed at this and gave each of us a pat on the rump 
to send us on our way. Though Ryan and Tyler didn't know it, 
this was one of the ways mom used to check and see if we 
need one last change before bed. Since I was diapered a bit 
more heavily than my guests I didn't need a change, but I 
could tell that both of the brothers did. Again, mom did the 
honors of changing them.
	"You guys climb into bed. I'll be back in a moment," 
Mom told us. While I had a feeling of what was going to 
happen I was kind of hoping it wouldn't. I was proved right 
a few minutes later when my mom returned with three bottles 
in her hands. She handed each one of us one of them as she 
tucked us in. I did turn red when she pulled Kilroy out of 
the closet, and place him in my arms. I could see Ryan, and 
Tyler both smiling at this, but didn't say anything about 
it.
	"Time to get up, boys! Breakfast will be ready 
shortly," my parents said as they came into the room.
	"Morning." I mumbled as I woke up a bit. I was more 
than a little shocked when I noticed that my pacifier was 
laying on the pillow next to me.
	"When the hell did they find out about that!" I 
thought, and waited for the shoe to drop.
	"C'mon, shake it loose," My dad said, shaking all of us 
till we showed some sign of being awake. Before I even knew 
what was going on I felt my mom start to pull down my 
plastic pants.
	"Wha!?" I said starting to sit up. Mom just pushed me 
back down, and continued to change me. I could see that Ryan 
was getting the same treatment from my dad. Inside of 15 
minutes all three of us were sporting clean diapers, Ryan, 
and Tyler in some of my Attends, and me in my cloth diapers. 
With a final pat on our padded posteriors my parents sent us 
down to breakfast.
	"Morning, Dan," I said to my brother as I walked past.
	"Morning, DJ. Who are they?" he asked, looking at my 
guests.
	"Ryan. Tyler. I'd like you to meet my brother Dan," I 
said by way of introduction. I started laughing when I 
turned around and saw that both of them were taking a look 
at Dan then looking at me almost as if they knew what their 
eyes were telling them, but their brains didn't want to 
believe it. I just told them it was just one of the cosmic 
flukes. About this time my younger brothers and parents 
joined us. I have to admit that it was nice to be able to 
sit down to breakfast as a family every now and then.
	"You guys think you're big enough to take me down?" Dan 
asked after breakfast was done. With a smile on my face I 
tried to do just that, but soon remembered that this wasn't 
always as easy as it looked. I soon found myself being 
tossed onto the couch. Seeing my undignified flight, Ryan 
and Tyler decided to join in on taking my brother down. 
This, of course, brought Donn, and Paul in on it, siding 
with Dan. I'm sure it was all my parents could do to keep 
from laughing, seeing five obviously diapered boys, and one 
not so obviously diapered, forming a wiggling pile in the 
middle of the living room floor. Ryan almost had Dan pinned 
once, but lost his concentration when he felt the diaper Dan 
was wearing.
	"It's good to see you boys are having a good time," a 
voice said from behind us. This caused the wrestling to stop 
as Ryan and Tyler went over to greet their mom.
	"You guys go up and get changed, and dressed. We have 
things to do today," she told them. While Ryan and Tyler 
went up to do what their mom asked, we introduced ourselves 
to one another. I could tell that Ryan's and Tyler's mom was 
a bit surprised to see me and my brothers going around in 
just our diapers, but nothing was said about it. Ryan, and 
Tyler came back down about 15 minutes later, and after 
saying that the would see me at school Monday they left.
	I spent the rest of the morning, and early afternoon 
getting caught up on the homework I didn't do the day 
before, and relaxed for rest of the time after this was 
taken care of.
	"You all ready for the trip coming up, DJ?" Mark asked 
at Lunch on Wednesday.
	"You bet your ass I am. It sounds like it'll be an 
interesting trip," I replied smiling. About this time Ryan 
and Tyler had joined us at the table. I could see that they 
were a bit more open and relaxed than they were the previous 
Friday, and was glad to see that the sleep over helped them 
out some.
	"Well, look at this, we have all of the babies having 
lunch. Hey babies, where's you mommies?" A snide voice 
called from behind me. I saw Ryan and Tyler cringe at all 
this.
	Just from the voice I knew who it was, and replied in 
kind.
	"Fuck off, Patterson. I'm not in the mood," I told him 
without turning around. Luckily for me before it couldn't go 
any further than this as one of the teachers on duty came 
over and defused the situation that was brewing.
	"Man that guy is annoying," I announced a few moments 
later. this comment was met with general approval of 
everyone else at the table.
	"So, what should I bring with me to the lake?" I asked, 
as if nothing had happened.
	"Just clothes for a few days. Everything else is going 
to be provided." Mark answered.
	"Sounds like a plan to me," I said with a smile the 
rest of the lunch period went quickly. I ended up having a 
few more minor run-ins with Chris, and knew sooner or later 
things were going to really heat up.
	"How was work, DJ?" my mom asked when I got home that 
night.
	"About the same as usual, most of my customers were 
complete idiots. Other than this it was a complete 
madhouse," I replied.
	"Welcome to the real world."
	"I swear at times I have no idea how Dan was able to 
talk me into taking a job there."
	"As I remember it, it took your brother all of two 
minutes to talk you into taking the job. I believe all he 
had to do was mention free pizzas," my mom said with a 
smile.
	"What can I say, I must have been brain dead at the 
time. Oh well, too late now," I chuckled.
	"Well, I'm going to go take care of a little business."
	"I'm sure you are. I can smell it from here," Mom 
laughed. I just stuck my tongue out at her in way of 
response and headed for my room.
	The rest of my evening was spent getting all my 
homework done, and doing a little writing on my story.
	"Damn, Looks like it's going to be one of those types 
of days," I mumbled as I woke up to find that my diaper had 
decided to leak big time during the night. Without thinking 
I took off my wet diapers and dropped them on my already 
soaked bed, and headed off to take a quick shower.
	"What do you think you were doing dropping your wet 
diapers on your bed young man!?" My mom yelled as I walked 
into my room a little while later.
	"Morning to you too, mom," I cracked back at her.
	"Don't take that tone with me, DJ. Now you want to 
explain why you thought it was necessary to put your wet 
diapers on your bed? Look at how wet it is now."
	"Mom, would you mind cooling down a bit first. My 
diaper leaked last night so the bed was already wet. I 
didn't see the need to place the diapers in the pail since I 
was going to be taking the sheets down to wash them anyway 
before I left for school," I told her.
	"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it," mom 
huffed before leaving the room.
	"Right," I mumbled after she left the room, and 
preceded to get dressed for school.
	As expected, my day had been getting steadily worse 
from how my morning went. Several teachers had decided to 
drop quizzes on us at the last moment along with giving us 
heavy homework loads, but little did I know what was coming 
my way.
	"Hey look, the baby's diaper is showing," the voice 
said. It had its owner's hand slapped the locker next to 
mine.
	"Listen Chris, I've had a really lousy day, and I don't 
feel like dealing with this crap right now, All right? So 
just drop it," I said tersely.
	"What? Did I hear the baby trying to tell me what to 
do?" Chris said as he shoved me against my locker.
	"I mean it Patterson, back off before I really get 
pissed," I told him in a low voice.
	"Oh yeah, and what are you going to do, baby, if I 
don't, huh? You going to cry for your mommy, or something?" 
Chris laughed, and went to push me again. While normally it 
takes a lot to piss me off, all of the crap I had been 
taking off Chris since the year started came to a boil, and 
the next time he came to push me I grabbed his arm and swung 
him face first into a nearby locker, and bounced his head 
off it a few times. While he was still a bit dazed I turned 
him around, and without even thinking I hit him right in the 
mouth as hard as I could. I was just about to hit him again 
when a hand came down on my shoulder hard.
	"What the hell is going on here, DJ?" our vice-
principal asked as I let Chris drop to the ground, clutching 
his bleeding mouth.
	"Just a difference of opinions, sir," I replied, 
breathing hard from the adrenaline still going through my 
body.
	"Fine we can finish this in my office." With this he 
marched me off to the office, after having another student 
escort Chris to the Nurse's office.
	"Now DJ, you want to tell me what the hell that was all 
about?" Mr. Wink asked after closing his office door. In an 
eerily calm voice I told him about what had gone down, and 
about all the crap he had been giving me over the last 
couple of weeks.
	"I see. Well, DJ, I have no choice but to suspend you 
for the next week for this fight since you threw the first 
punch. I want to see you back in this office A week from 
Monday, and I better not have to deal with something like 
this again. Is that Clear!?" he told me sternly.
	"Yes, sir," I replied.
	"Good. While I call your mom, I want you to go get your 
things from your locker. Officer Ladd will escort you. Wait 
outside for him." I nodded to this and got up.
	I made it back to the office just as my mom got there, 
and to say she was pissed would have been a major 
understatement.
	"Don't say a single word, DJ. We'll talk about this 
when we get home," Mom told me as I opened my mouth when I 
saw her. Twenty minutes later, I was getting read the riot 
act by my mom at home.
	"I don't know what's gotten into you, DJ. What do you 
think you were doing?"
	"I was taking care of something that should have been 
taken care a long while back," I told her. I could tell this 
wasn't the answer she was looking for.
	"No, this isn't how you should have handled it. What 
you should have done it tell me, or your father, and let us 
handle it!"
	"Mom, for your information I did tell you, and dad 
about it, remember! You told me not to worry about it, and 
to just ignore him. Well Let Me Tell You It Didn't Work!, 
and FRANKLY, I GOT FUCKING FED UP WITH IT!!!" With this I 
turned around, and headed to my room.
	The rest off my afternoon went by slowly, and I stayed 
up in my room for most of it. I got to go through all of 
this again after dinner with my father, and like before had 
me heading off to my room in a majorly pissed way. The next 
morning I was informed that I was to be confined to my room 
for the entire time I was suspended from school. Later that 
afternoon with everyone out of the house I sneaked into 
Dan's room, and wrote out a quick note to Deeker about what 
had happened.
	The rest of the week went by slowly since I had very 
little to do. My mom had arranged it with the school that I 
would have my homework picked up each afternoon so I could 
stay caught up with my classes even though I wasn't going to 
receive any credit for the work I did.
	"Boy DJ, you wouldn't believe how fast the story of you 
taking Chris out has gone around school, Mark told me with a 
chuckle.
	"Yeah, I bet I'm really popular right now, I replied in 
a bit of a sarcastic voice.
	"Actually you are, Mark told me seriously.
	"You did something a lot of the people at school were 
wanting to do for quite awhile."
	I just nodded at this, not thinking to much of it.
	"The best part of all this is, Mark added with a laugh, 
"was that you knocked out three of his teeth when you hit 
him."
	"What, are you serious?"
	"Hell yes, It was the funniest thing to happen all year 
so far."
	"There's only one downside to this."
	"What's that?"
	"Because of the fight, I'm on ground, and it's highly 
doubtful that my mom will let me come to the lake this 
weekend," I said glumly.
	"You don't really think your parents will keep you from 
coming down, do you?" Mark asked in a shocked voice. The 
look I gave him in reply to this was all the answer he 
needed.
	By the week's end I was going batty with boredom. The 
only real highlight came the day before when Mark told me 
that Chris had be expelled from school for pulling a knife 
on a teacher that tried to break up another fight he 
started. To be honest this was a big relief to me since I 
knew he would have tried to start another fight with me to 
make up for the last one. The one good thing was my parents 
decided to let me go on the trip to the lake since the 
weather looked good enough for them to go camping.
	"DJ! Mark's here!" Donn yelled from the stairs.
	"OK! I'll be down in a moment!" I yelled back, as I 
finished stuffing some clothes into my bag. With this 
finished I flung the bag over my shoulder and headed 
downstairs.
	"Hey Mark." I called as I reached the bottom.
	"Hey DJ, You all ready to have some fun in the sun?" 
Mark answered with a smile."
	"You better believe it. Especially having to spend most 
of my time in my room over the last week." Mark just smiled 
at this. As we headed out to Linda's van I could see that 
they had already picked up Tyler. Ryan had to drop out at 
the last minute because his appendix flared up the night 
before. After a quick round of hellos, we all got it set up 
that Linda would drive one van with Mark, Tyler, and I while 
Dan, and Sherri would follow in the second Van with Bryon, 
Jon, Donn, and Paul. One thing that did shock me was that 
before we left the house Sherri, and Linda changed Paul, 
Donn, and I into a diaper that looked a lot like a Molicare 
diaper the only difference was that these were white instead 
of purple.
	"You guys ready for lunch?" Linda asked a few hours 
later. She started chuckling at the response we gave her. 
With this she got on the van's CB and called back to Dan in 
the other van.
	"DV1 to DV2 come in over?" Linda called.
	"DV2 here. What'cha need Linda?" I heard Sherri reply.
	"The babies are getting a bit hungry how about we stop 
off at the next exit and grab a bite?"
	"Sounds good to me. We'll fill up the cars as well."
	"It's a plan. DV1 out."
	I was kind of hesitant at first for stopping to eat 
like we were. I figured they would just do a drive-thru sort 
of thing, and not want to actually sit down to eat, but my 
hunger soon won out.
	"OK, guys, out of the van," Linda told us when we 
pulled up to the restaurant. As we filed out of the van 
Linda gave us each a discreet diaper check to see if we 
needed a change. I was a bit wet, but not enough for a 
change.
	"You guys head on in and get us a couple of tables," 
Sherri said coming up to us. With a nod I herded my younger 
brothers ahead of me. Our name was called a couple of 
minutes later, and I could feel the eyes of the other 
customers following us as we passed by. I knew they would be 
taking a second look to see if they were actually seeing 
what they thought they were. I guess it wasn't every day 
that they see seven kids ranging in age from 11 to 15 all in 
diapers. We were back on the road an hour later. I guess the 
heavy meal must have made me sleepy since the next thing I 
knew Linda was telling us it was time to get up.
	"OK boys, it's time for your naps," Dan told us after 
we finished unloading the vans and putting our bags in our 
rooms.
	"But I'm not sleepy," Paul said with a barely stifled 
yawn.
	"Yeah, right. Well, you're going to be taking one 
anyway." With this Dan headed us upstairs. But first we 
stopped off in the room that all of our changes would take 
place in. From the looks of it I would have had to say that 
this was originally set-up as a nursery. The walls were done 
up in a soft pastel blue with pictures of Pooh Bear, and 
Tigger all over it. In one corner of the room I noticed that 
they had placed a 30-gallon trash can. this told me that we 
would be using disposables the entire time we were there. In 
the middle of the floor were several gym mats set out as 
changing pads, and along the wall nearest the pads were 
several cases of the same thick diapers we had on now. 
Without any preamble Dan had us each lie down on a pad, and 
started to pull off the pants we had on. Soon Mark, Tyler, 
and I were had just our diapers on from the waist down, and 
Dan was soon pulling these off as well. It was a good thing 
that Dan had chosen to change us first because all three of 
us were extremely wet and messy. Dan of course proved to be 
as proficient as usual when it came to changing multiple 
diapers as it took him less than ten minutes to get all 
three of us changed into some clean diapers. As we headed 
out the door Linda met us, and took us into our room. This 
one was set up much like the changing room only this one had 
four toddler style beds in it along with a couple of 
dressers. We soon found ourselves being tucked into bed, 
handed a bottle, and being handed a stuffed animal. In my 
case it happened to be my teddy bear Kilroy. All three of us 
were fast asleep inside of two minutes of our heads hitting 
the pillow.
	I woke up several hours later, and thought that since 
Linda, Sherri, and Dan were wanting to treat us like 
toddlers all weekend I would play my part to the hilt. So 
with out a second thought I started to cry. Sherri came in a 
few moments later.
	"What's wrong, DJ?" she asked softly.
	"Diaper wet." I said with a fake pout. Sherri just 
chuckled at this, and helped me out of bed. As soon as I was 
out of bed she noticed that my diaper had leaked, and that 
the sheets on my bed were soaked.
	"Don't worry about that. You just head into the 
changing room while I take care of this," Sherri told me 
when I tried to apologize. Once Sherri had the bed stripped 
I saw that the bed had a plastic sheet on it. On seeing this 
I went ahead and headed to the changing room.
	I was already lying on a pad when Sherri came in from 
changing my bed. With out a word She knelt beside me, and 
started to untape my diaper. I got a bit red when "Willie" 
decided to make a showing as Sherri was cleaning me off.
	"Don't worry about that. It happens to Mark all the 
time." Sherri laughed as she reached out and gave my penis a 
quick squeeze at it's base. In moments it was soft again, 
and Sherri finished putting a clean diaper on me. Just as I 
got up off the mat Dan came in with Donn, Paul, and Mark's 
brothers in tow, and from the look of their diapers I had to 
guess that their lunch had been processed while they were 
asleep. Inside of an hour everyone had been woken up, and 
changed into a clean diaper. I could tell that Sherri was 
treating this as a special occasion since we were having her 
lasagna for dinner.
	Once dinner was over, and the dishes were done Sherri 
decided to pull out Trivial Pursuit, and put on some music 
instead of turning the TV on. This was one thing I could 
always count on Mark's moms for, they would always take one 
day out of the week where the five of them would just sit 
around playing a board game, and actually talk to each 
other. This probably explains why they have such a good 
relationship with each other.
	"OK, boys, time for bed," Sherri announced to my 
brothers and her younger sons. This, of course, started the 
normal complaints about it being the weekend, and as 
expected it had no effect on any of the adults. While Linda, 
and Dan head them up to the bathroom for a bath and 
diapering, Sherri made some bottles for them. inside of 
twenty minutes they were all back downstairs, and being 
given their bottles. Paul acted a bit fussy by all this so I 
tried an old trick of rubbing his belly while humming softly 
in his ear. To my surprise it still worked on him. After 
they had finished their bottles we led them into their room, 
and helped them into their cribs. After tucking them in we 
left the room.
	"You know, Dan, it's too bad I didn't think to bring a 
camera with me. With how cute those two look back there it 
would have made great blackmail photo to show off to their 
future wives." I laughed. Dan just chuckled at this. It was 
now time for Mark, Tyler, and me to go in for our own baths. 
I was just glad that we were allowed to take it by ourselves 
since we ended up playing a round a bit. After being placed 
into a fresh diaper we too, got the bottle treatment. And 
like Paul Dan ended up using the same trick I used on Paul 
to get me to relax. Now I remembered where I learned it 
from.
	"Time to wake up, DJ," Linda said as she softly shook 
my shoulder.
	"Huh?" I mumbled
	"It's time for breakfast. You need to get up." It was 
about this time I realized that I was still holding Kilroy, 
and had my pacifier hanging out of my mouth. Linda laughed 
at the sight of this and commented on how cute I looked. On 
looking around I could see that Mark and Tyler were already 
up.
	We finished up breakfast about an hour later, and I 
told Dan that he had done a great job on it. As Dan helped 
Sherri clear the table Linda ran the rest of us outside 
wearing nothing but our diapers, and T-shirt, and our shoes. 
Dan joined us a few minutes later having been kicked out of 
the house himself. I bet we made a hell of a sight to anyone 
driving by, having seven kids running around wearing 
diapers. A short time later a couple kids from up the street 
joined us. One was about my age, while the other two were 
about Donn's, and Paul's age. These must have been the 
family that Mark was telling me about whose sons still wore 
diapers to bed since nothing was said about the fact that 
the rest of us were wearing them. With these guys coming up 
Dan decided to split us up into teams for a game of full 
contact dodge ball. we were called in for lunch several 
hours later, and after lunch we were dressed and headed out 
to the vans for a trip into town. It did get a bit 
embarrassing when Linda decided to change me in the middle 
of a mall we were at. I was just glad that the people who 
saw this had no idea of who I was, and would probably never 
see me again.
	The rest of the weekend went by in a blur of diaper 
changes, and naps. I had to admit that I was glad that my 
parents let me go. This was one trip that I didn't want to 
miss.
	"So, Mark how was the party last night?" I asked him 
the following Monday at lunch.
"Not bad. I mostly got clothes, and such," he responded with 
a smile. judging from his smile I knew what the "and such" 
was.
	"I'm just sorry I had to miss it, but my parents came 
back early from their camping trip so I had to go back on 
ground," Mark just nodded at this.
	"How did things go with Capt. Blood this morning?" John 
asked, referring to my meeting with Mr. Wink.
	"About to be expected. He read me the riot act about 
fighting, and told me that if it happened again that I 
wouldn't see the light of day again till hell froze over," I 
said with a roll of my eyes showing what I thought of the 
last line he fed me.

Chapter 2
October/November

	"Mom?" Donn called in a weak voice.
	"Are you OK?" come the concerned reply.
	"I don't feel too well," Donn said right before he 
doubled over in pain.
	"UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!"
	"DONN! What is it!?" Mom called running over to his 
side.
	"My...Stomach.." Mom started feeling around my 
brother's belly when he said this asking if it hurt when she 
pressed down. Just as she pressed down over where is 
appendix would be he let out a blood-curdling scream then 
passed out.
	"Shit!! DJ, Go call the ambulance. Tell them that we 
have a possible ruptured appendix," mom told me, still 
muttering under her breath.
	I came back a few minutes later saying the ambulance 
would be here in just a few minutes. Don just started to 
come around when the ambulance crew came rushing in. After 
getting Donn's medical history they loaded him on a gurney, 
and rushed off.
	"DJ, I want you to leave a note for your father. Tell 
him what's happened, and that I've taken Donn to the 
hospital. Then I want you to head over to Mark's, and call 
Dan at work, and don't argue with me on this!" Mom said 
hurriedly. I just nodded dumbly to this not yet really 
understanding just yet what had gone on. Little did we know 
that just about the same time Paul had collapsed at the mall 
where he and my dad had gone for a little while.
	"DJ, what are you doing here?" Linda asked when she saw 
me standing on their front porch. I explained haltingly what 
had just happened a few minutes earlier as she guided me to 
their living room couch. I completely broke down about this 
time as I got overwhelmed by what was going on. Sherri 
promised to call Dan, and let him know what was going on. 
After doing this she just sat with me, and let me get it out 
of my system.
	About 30 minutes later Sherri got a call from my mom 
telling here that Paul to had come down with an 
Appendicitis. I would have laughed at hearing this if it 
wasn't so serious in Donn's case.
	"C'mon boys, it's time for bed," Sherri told us about 
an hour later. While Mark and his brothers complained at 
this I just nodded at this and followed the directions. 
After getting a quick shower Linda lead me into the nursery, 
where I saw that Sherri was just finishing up getting Bryon, 
and Jon diapered up for bed. Without even thinking I hopped 
up on the changing table once Jon got down.
	"Don't worry about all this, DJ. I'm sure everything 
will be fine," Sherri told me softly as she got me diapered 
for bed. After having some plastic pants pulled up over the 
cloth diapers I had on I was lead over to one of the cribs. 
Once I was in the crib Linda closed the gate behind me, and 
said she would be right back. A couple of minutes later she 
reappeared holding a bottle of milk with her, and placed it 
in my mouth. I sucked on it gently as she tucked the covers 
in around me. She then went over to the closet, and pulled 
out one of Mark's old teddy bears, and placed it in my arms. 
Without even thinking I pulled it securely to my chest with 
one hand, while I held the bottle with my other. Linda then 
gave me a small kiss on the forehead before turning the 
lights off, and leaving the room closing the door softly 
behind her.
	I awoke with a start the next day. I was still slightly 
out of it because I couldn't remember quite where I was, or 
how I got here. I started to call out softly.
	"How are you doing, DJ?" Sherri called when she came 
into the room a moment later. With how quickly she got there 
It confirmed my thought that the had the baby monitor set up 
so the could keep an ear on me in case I had a nightmare or 
something during the night.
	"Not bad, considering. Have you heard anything about my 
brother's condition?" I asked sleepily.
	"I'll bring you up to date in a bit, but first let's 
get you out of those wet diapers, and into a bath," Sherri 
replied. From how she evaded my question about my brothers I 
knew something was wrong, but was still to sleepy to really 
argue it.
	Thirty minutes later I found myself freshly bathed, 
diapered, and sitting at the kitchen table.
	"Sherri, will you please tell me what's going on?" I 
pleaded. Sensing my desperation for any information 
regarding my brothers she told me about the phone call she 
got last night.
	"DJ, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but 
Donn's condition is serious. Apparently his appendix burst 
just as the doctors started to tie it off. His condition 
will be touch and go for the next couple of days while they 
monitor for infections."
	"He's not going to die is he?" I managed to choke out.
	"I would like to promise you he won't, but it's just 
too early to tell." She told me softly while she held my 
hand.
	"What about Paul?" I mumbled while on the verge of 
crying.
	"He's doing fine. They'll be keeping him overnight, but 
this is normal." I just nodded at this, and started crying 
again. While I knew I was never perfect when it came to how 
I treated my younger brothers, but the thought of losing one 
before I could tell them how I felt was to much for me to 
handle. Sherri came around the table to comfort me, and I 
practically leapt into her arms when she placed them around 
me.
	As promised Paul was released the next morning, and my 
parents brought him over to Mark's. After a quick 
conference, Sherri told my parents that they would look 
after Paul, and I while Donn was still in the hospital so 
the could spend as much time as they could with Donn.
	The following week while Donn was in the ICU ward 
Sherri, and Linda took to babying both Paul, and myself 
while we were there. I think that Mark, and his brothers 
were a bit jealous of this, but under the circumstances they 
didn't say anything about it. It was a great relief when my 
mom called to say that Donn had improved enough to be 
transferred to a regular ward. Donn spent another week in 
the hospital just to be sure about his condition, but he was 
soon headed home, and in a short time was back to his usual 
annoying self.
	The rest of the month went by slowly. The one thing I 
did learn that had me broken up a bit was that Ryan, and 
Tyler were going to be home-schooled after several hazing 
incidents and poor grades because of this. I was glad at 
least to hear that I would still be able to keep in touch 
with them.
	The rest of October, and most of November went without 
incident. Little did I know of the excitement that was going 
to be happening on Thanksgiving.
	"Hurry up, DJ, They're going to be here any minute!" 
Dan yelled.
	"Keep your shorts on, Dan. I'll be down in a minute I 
have to make a diaper change," I called back.
	"Of all the lousy times to have my diaper leak it would 
have to be now." I mumbled to myself as I stripped off my 
wet pants. I had just started to untape my old diaper when 
Dan came into my room.
	"Mom sent me up to change you since you seem to be 
taking so long," Dan told me as he started reaching for the 
tabs I still had fastened on my diaper.
	"I think I'm perfectly capable of changing myself," I 
shot back.
	"Tell that to mom," About this time the front bell 
rang.
	"Shit! Go ahead, and finish it." Dan just smirked at 
this. I didn't pay any attention to what Dan was doing until 
I happened to notice him reaching for some of my plastic 
pants.
	"I thought you were just going to put another Attends 
on me," I complained.
	"I think you look cuter this way," My brother commented 
as he pulled the pants up my legs. Out of habit I 
automatically lifted up so he could fit them around my 
diapers. I then noticed that Dan had also used some of the 
print diapers mom had just recently ordered for me from an 
old friend of hers.
	"Dan, not these please," I whined when I saw that he 
had chosen the diapers with the teddy bears on them.
	"Too late, kiddo, these are on for a while now," he 
said with a chuckle. The one bad thing about these diapers 
was that none of my regular pants would fit over them. With 
some finely colorful comments to Dan I followed him out of 
my room, and down to see our aunts, uncles, and cousins.
	"What the hell," my uncle Jim commented when he saw me 
coming down the stairs. This, of course, got everybody 
else's attention, and as expected this stared all the 
questions about why I was wearing diapers now during the 
day. I got used to the questions after a while, and largely 
ignored the comments made by my cousins. The only cousin 
that didn't give me a hard time, and this was because he was 
back in diapers full time as well due to the accident he was 
involved in back in April.
	"Dan, would you mind changing Justin while you change 
DJ?" Aunt Cathy called a few hours later.
	"That won't be a problem. C'mon Justin," Dan replied.
	"That's OK. I don't need to be changed yet. I'll have 
my mom do it later."
	"No, Justin, it's not OK. I can smell you from here. 
Now let's go get you changed," Dan replied while walking 
over, and placed a firm hand on Justin's shoulder.
	"NO!! I don't want to."
	"Fine. We'll do this the hard way." With that Dan 
picked Justin up, and flung him over his shoulder, and 
carried him up to my room, after stopping to get Justin's 
diaper bag.
	Once in my room Dan dropped Justin on my bed like a 
sack of potatoes. Justin of course was crying by this time. 
It took me about ten minutes to get Justin calmed down 
enough that Dan could change him with out worrying about 
getting kicked.
	The rest of the evening went by quickly, and soon all 
of our guests were leaving. I was happy to get to bed that 
night with how tired I was from the days activities.

Chapter 3
December

	"DJ? could you stay after class for a moment, please?" 
Mrs. Bond asked.
	"Yes ma'am," I replied. "I'll catch up with you at 
lunch, Mark." I added before turning back to my teacher.
	"Thank you. I wanted to talk to you about the Winter 
play the Drama Department is putting on later this month."
	"What about it?"
	"Well, they're having a bit of a problem casting a 
person for the main character, and I thought maybe you would 
be interested in it."
	"Why? I don't know the first thing about acting."
	"That would be easy enough to change if you decided to 
take the part you would be switched over to the Drama 
Department for the rest of the semester."
	"What would I be doing?"
	"I'm not really sure. If you'd like I can arrange a 
meeting between you, and the Drama teacher."
	"I'll give it some thought, but I have to get to my 
next class." I told her just as the tardy bell rang.
	"Don't worry about that. Who's your teacher this hour?"
	"Captain Lavin." With this she picked up the room's 
intercom, and had the office ring the ROTC room. A moment 
later she put the phone down and turned back to me.
	"It's all clear. You won't get marked down." With a nod 
I thanked her, grabbed my books, and headed out the door.
	"So, what did the Battle Axe want with you?" Mark asked 
as I sat down at lunch a few hours later.
	"She wanted to know if I might be interested taking a 
part in the play the Drama department is doing later this 
month." I replied.
	"What did you tell her?"
	"I told her I'd have to think about it."
	"So, you going to do it?"
	"I might, part of it is that I get out of her class 
till the end of the Winter Break."
	"That just might be worth it right there." Mark, and I 
both laughed at that. Soon our conversation took other 
directions.
	"Mrs. Mclaughlin?" I asked while walking into the drama 
room a few days later.
	"Yes?"
	"I'm DJ Morrison. Mrs. Bond talked to me about the 
play." I noticed that almost all the conversation stopped in 
the room when I mentioned that I was there about the play.
	"Oh yes, DJ. Mrs. Bond was talking to me about you. Why 
don't step into my office here, and we can talk more about 
this." I was kind of nervous as we did this since I could 
feel almost everyone following me with their eyes.
	"Now DJ, did Mrs. Bond tell you about the part any?"
	"No. She told me that she didn't have any information 
on what the part was." My answer seemed to have come as a 
surprise to her judging by her reaction to it.
	"I take it she misinformed me about that?" I asked, but 
already knowing the answer.
	"Yes, I'm afraid she did."
	"Would you mind telling me what the part is about?"
	"The part is that of a toddler," I was told bluntly
	"A toddler?"
	"Yes, you see the pretense of the play is that the main 
character loses his wife and children in a plane crash on 
Christmas Eve. This causes him to start reflecting about his 
past Christmases as a toddler."
	"I see, and what would my part be if I decide to accept 
it?
	"You would be dressed and treated like a toddler for 
the entire play."
	"Okay, but why not use one of the people in the class 
already. I saw a couple of people out there that look 
younger than I do. So, what's the catch?"
	"You are straightforward about things aren't you?" Mrs. 
Mclaughlin stated with a hint of a smile.
	"Sorry if you disapprove, but let's just say I like to 
know where I stand on things like this."
	"Very well then, I'll be equally blunt. The catch is 
that in several scenes you'll be required to have only a 
diaper on. In fact you'll be required wear one during the 
entire play."
	"And this is why none of the others will take the 
part." It came out like a statement, but I got a nod in 
response to it anyway.
	"Well, to be truthful this is something I'll need to 
think about. When would you need an answer by?"
	"I'll need an answer by Monday before school at the 
latest, otherwise I'll either have to draw a name, or cancel 
the play." I just nodded at this.
	"I'll let you know by then, but I'll make no promises 
about what it'll be." Mrs. Mclaughlin just nodded somberly 
at this, and thanked me for coming by.
	"DJ!"
	"Huh, What?" I asked startled.
	"I said it was time for dinner."
	"Sorry mom, I guess I was a bit caught up on something 
from school," I told her sheepishly.
	"So, you want to tell us what's got you so caught up at 
school?" My mom asked a few minutes later.
	"It's nothing really. I've been offered a part in the 
Winter play at school, and I'm trying to decide whether I 
should accept the part or not," I told them, and went on to 
describe the part to them.
	"Well, what's to decide? Of course you'll do the part. 
I'll call up the teacher tomorrow, and tell them you'll be 
happy to do it, " came the sudden announcement.
	"Like hell you are!" I stated just as suddenly.
	"DJ!!"
	"I'm sorry mom, that's not exactly what I meant to 
say."
	"I should hope not."
	"It's just that this is something that I what to decide 
on for myself, and not have it decided for me," I told them 
strongly.
	"OK DJ, if this is how you feel about it, we'll respect 
your wishes on the matter," mom said, but something in her 
voice told me that she would probably agree for me anyway, 
but I was willing to give her the chance to prove me wrong.
	 Over the next couple of days nothing was said about 
the play. This all changed on Friday.
	"Mom! I'm home!" I called as I came through the door, 
and headed up to my room for a quick diaper change. I came 
back down a few minutes later in nothing but a T-shirt, and 
some of my cloth diapers. I got a major shock when I walked 
into the kitchen for a snack. Sitting at the kitchen table 
was my mom, and Mrs. Mclaughlin. Like a deer caught in a 
car's headlights I froze for a moment.
	"Oh shit!" I muttered when I saw the drama teacher 
sitting there. Without another word I spun on my feet and 
run back up to my room. I made my second appearance a few 
minutes later, only this time I had some sweat pants 
covering up my diapers.
	"Sorry about that," I told them as I came back into the 
room.
	"I want to thank you now for agreeing to take the part, 
DJ," Mrs. Mclaughlin said as I was beginning to take a seat 
at the table. Needless to say that this statement brought me 
up short.
	"It was no problem." I told her without missing a beat, 
though my eyes were saying "What the hell are you talking 
about."
	"Your mom was telling me on the phone earlier today how 
excited you were when told them about the part, and she 
wanted me to know all about it. Well, I figured I'd come 
over, and thank you in person for accepting it. I was kind 
of worried there for a moment that you wouldn't want to do 
it," my new teacher told me.
	"I have to say that with what I just saw you'll be a 
natural for this part," she added with a smile. I just 
turned red at this. We spent the next half-hour going over 
what my part would be again, and what I would need for my 
costume. I did get one concession on the part for the 
costume, and that was I got to supply my own stuff for it.
	"I thought I'd asked you to stay out of this?!" I told 
my mom after Mrs. Mclaughlin left.
	"I felt that this would be a good thing for you. 
something to help you get used to having to wear your 
diapers," Mom told me lamely.
	"Mom, I'm perfectly adjusted in having to wear the 
diapers now, and even if I wasn't I would hardly call having 
to wear them in front of several hundred strangers a good 
way of easing into having to wear them! And another thing I 
will kindly ask that you respect my wishes when I ask you to 
let me make a decision concerning my life! I was planning on 
declining the part, but due to your jumping in on this I 
have to do it now. I hope you're happy!" I turned, and 
headed back up to my room with out even letting her get a 
word in on her behalf.
	"Come!" I called when I heard the knock at my door.
	"DJ, Dad wanted me to come up and tell you it's time 
for dinner."
	"Thanks, Paul. I'll be down in a moment. I told him as 
I finished up the math problem I was working on.
	"All right, will somebody tell me what the hell is 
going on here?!" My dad said twenty minutes later.
	"I'm about to get frost bite with how cold it is in 
here," he added.
	"DJ?"
	"There's not much to tell. Mom decided to tell my 
teacher that I would be happy to do the play, after I asked 
her not to do so. The problem is that I was planning on 
declining the part, but she didn't take time to find out 
what my decision on this was. So to keep her from looking 
like a fool I went ahead and agreed with what she told my 
teacher. I'll let you know now that I'll do my part to the 
best of my ability, but in the future I will ask that I be 
allowed to make my own decisions, unless I ask for your help 
with it," I told them coldly.
	"DJ, I am sorry about all this. I just thought that 
this would be a good experience for you," My mom said 
softly.
	"I know you did, and maybe I didn't have the right to 
come down has hard as I did on you, but you were just as 
wrong to agree to something on my behalf without finding out 
how I felt about it first," I told her a bit more warmly 
than I had a moment before.
	As I climbed into bed later that evening I couldn't 
help but wonder what changes I would go through this time 
because my mom decided to make up my mind for me again.
	Walking into the Drama class the following Monday was a 
real experience. I didn't really know what to expect, but 
what I saw wasn't it. Most of the people were just standing 
around talking, or going over previous plays.
	"DJ, so glad you could make it," Mrs. McLaughlin said 
when she saw me come through the door.
	"Sorry. I've never been into this area of the school 
before," I stated lamely. My teacher just laughed at this.
	"O.K. everyone settle down. This is DJ Morrison. He's 
agreed to help us out with the play. I'd like everyone to 
take the time to introduce yourselves," Mrs. McLaughlin 
announced. The introductions took a few minutes. Most of the 
younger cast members seemed relieved that I was there and 
willing to take the part. A few of them looked younger than 
I did, but I understood their reluctance to take the part.
	By the week's end I had to admit that this was actually 
going to fun to do despite my initial reluctance about 
taking the part. Of course the drama teacher had one more 
surprise to pop on me, and I found this out when I came into 
class that Friday.
	"DJ, after you drop your books off I'd like you to 
follow me." My teacher said with a halfway concealed smile. 
Judging from the chuckling going on around me, I could tell 
the rest of the class was in on whatever it was she was 
about to spring on me.
	"Are you going to tell me what all this is about, or do 
I have to guess?" I asked as we walked out of the classroom. 
As we headed up the hallway I saw Shelly Hendrickson, our 
school's head cheerleader, and the person that was going to 
play my "Mommy" in the play, coming our way.
	"Hey Shelly," I called as we got closer to each other.
	"Hey DJ, Hello Mrs. McLaughlin," she replied in 
greeting.
	"We're headed to give DJ his little surprise." Mrs. 
McLaughlin told Shelly
	"Cool! Mind if I tag along?" she asked with a smile.
	"Not at all. I'm sure DJ would like the company."
	"Shelly, would you tell me what all this is about?" I 
asked a moment later.
	"Now, now 'Bobby' if I told you what it was. It 
wouldn't be a surprise," Shelly told me in a slightly 
chiding voice. What really got me was the fact that she used 
the name I used in the play. We did some more small talk for 
the next couple of minutes till we got to where we were 
going. I was a bit stunned to see that we ended up at the 
Wood Shop class.
	Shelly and I stood off to the side while Mrs. 
McLaughlin went to talk to shop teacher.
	"So, this is the young man the item is for?" Mr. Long 
asked as he and my teacher came back up to us.
	"Well, I have to admit that this is going to be 
interesting. I mean, I've never made a crib this big 
before," He told my teacher. This, of course, got my full 
attention.
	"Excuse me, but did you say a 'crib?'" I asked 
cautiously.
	"Yeah, I make baby furniture on the side. I have to say 
I was a bit taken back when your teacher came to me about 
making one for this play," Mr. long told me. This, of 
course, explained all the chuckling the Drama class did when 
I came into the room.
	"Well, Let's get some measurements here so we can get 
started on this," Mr. Long added.
	"What do you mean by 'we?'" I asked
	"Since this is going to be a rush job. I decided to 
turn this into the Senior class Semester Project." On the 
outside I was just nodding at this, but on the inside I was 
thinking something entirely different.
	"Hey DJ, you already for your bed to get ready?" I 
heard called as I walked into the lunch room a few days 
later.
	"Why, you thinking of giving it a test run or 
something?" I shot back. This of course got the rest of the 
people at the hecklers' table laughing.
	"What was that all about?" Mark asked when I sat down 
after getting my lunch.
	"Nothing. Just some of the guys from the Wood class 
giving me a hard time," I replied.
	"I could tell that, but what was it about?"
	"I guess you guys haven't heard yet then, huh?"
	"Heard about what?" With a brief smile I filled them in 
all that had happened since I took the part in the play.
	"You're kidding, right?" John stated in shock as I got 
to the part about the crib.
	"I wish I was, but it's really being built," I told 
them seriously. Mark, and John started chuckling at this. I 
couldn't help but join them.
	"You going to be able to come over after school 
tonight?" John asked.
	"Sorry, John, but I have practice tonight." I told him. 
He just nodded at this, though I could tell he was upset by 
this. Mark changed the conversation after this, and we 
started talking about the up coming Christmas break.
	"I have to say, DJ, you definitely bring a new flare to 
your character. The last time we did this when I was a 
Sophomore the person they had doing your part was like a 
robot, and had no personality," Shelly told me as we walked 
out of the school after practice that evening.
	"Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment. I have to say 
that I was kind of nervous at first doing this, but now I'm 
glad I did," I said with a wink. Shelly just laughed at 
this.
	"Ah, shit!" I said as I looked around the parking lot.
	"What is it?"
	"It looks like my ride didn't show up."
	"That's no big deal. I can give you a lift home if you 
want."
	"I wouldn't mind it, but I don't want to take the risk 
of having them just being late and waiting for me when I'm 
not even here.
	"That's no problem either, you can use my car phone," 
she said as we headed towards her car.
	"That would be great, thanks," I told her.
	"Mom? Is Dad still there?" I asked when the phone 
picked up.
	"Yes he is, where are you?" She asked, slightly irate.
	"I had the play practice tonight, remember? Dad said he 
would pick me up."
	"Oh god, that was tonight, wasn't it. I'll be up right 
away."
	"It's OK mom, I was just calling to say that I got a 
lift already, and you don't need to worry about it. I should 
be home in about 15 minutes, or so."
	"OK, we'll see you then," Mom said before hanging up.
	"Thanks for the lift, Shelly. I'll see tomorrow. Drive 
safely," I said as I got out of the car.
	"It was no big deal. Glad to help," she replied with a 
smile.
	"I'm home!" I yelled a moment later as I burst through 
the door.
	"I'm sorry about having forgotten about picking you up, 
DJ," Mom said a second later.
	"Don't worry about it. These things happen."
	"Anyway, dinner's on the table waiting for you."
	"OK, let me go change, and I'll be right down." Mom 
just nodded at this.
	I was back downstairs less than 15 minutes later, after 
making a quick diaper change and climbing into some dry 
clothes. After dinner, I sat down and told my parents about 
what was happening with the play so far, and admitted that I 
was actually having fun with it. I then spent the rest of 
the evening getting caught up on my homework, and going over 
the play some more.
	The rest of the week went by quickly with me spending 
most of my free time in practice for the play.
	"OK people, This will be the last normal rehearsal 
before the play starts. After today they'll all be in full 
costumes. DJ, I'll need you to bring in what you plan on 
using during the play, so I can see if it'll work or not," , 
Mrs. McLaughin told us, "And DJ, Mr. Long wants to see you 
in the Wood shop now. He wants you to test the crib before 
they finish it to make sure it'll take your weight, and 
such." The rest of the class started chuckling at this. I 
just turned a bright red, and got permission to go up and 
check things out.
	"You wanted to see me, Mr. Long?" I called when I 
walked into the Wood shop.
	"Yeah, DJ. You're just the person I wanted see. C'mon 
over here, and we'll see how the crib works." I was a bit 
taken back when Mr. Long pulled the drop cover off the crib. 
I was expecting it to look like a simple crib with it just 
having some wooden slats, and such. Instead I was looking at 
a crib that had some serious thought behind it. It looked 
like it was made out of a high grade Cherry, and instead of 
simple wood slats for the head, and foot boards it had been 
cut from solid pieces of wood, and had teddy bear designs 
carved into it. The rails also had some very intricate 
carvings in them as well. What really got me though was the 
fact they had placed some building blocks on the foot board 
with my initials on them.
	"Well, hop on in there, and lets test the thing out," 
Mr. Long stated with a smile. I didn't have to be told 
twice. With a small boost I was soon in the crib with the 
gate pulled up after me.
	"Toss around some so I can see how sturdy this is." I 
did as I was told. After about thirty seconds of this Mr. 
long had me stop.
	"Well, everything looks OK. You can go back to class. 
now, and tell your teacher it'll be ready by Friday no 
problem.
	The rest of the day went by in a blur with most of my 
thoughts leaning back towards the crib.
	"Did you remember to bring the clothes with you, DJ?" 
Mrs. Mclaughlin asked when I entered the small theater the 
next afternoon.
	"Sure, I have them right here," I said with a little 
embarrassment.
	"Well, let's take a look at them." With this I opened 
the duffel bag I had with me. The smile my teacher had only 
got wider as she pulled more of the things out of the bag. I 
noticed that several of the other people in the play came 
over to watch this.
	"I must say DJ, these will be perfect for the play." my 
teacher announced while holding up one of my onesies. I knew 
of course that she wouldn't have any trouble with my 
selection of clothes. what she really got a kick out of 
where the several sets of cloth diapers, and plastic pants I 
brought along with me to wear over my disposable ones.
	"DJ, these look like they'll fit you like a glove." 
Mrs. McLaughlin commented when she held up one of the cloth 
diapers. I just chuckled at this thinking if she only knew 
the whole story behind the diaper she was holding.
	The rest of the afternoon went quickly, and the run 
through of the play went a lot smoother than I thought it 
would. I was pleased to learn that I wasn't going to have to 
bother with racing around like all the others in the play 
when it came to costume changes. I was told that the few 
changes I would have to go through were going to be carried 
out on stage, and Shelly would be doing the honors of this 
in most cases.
	"How did school go today, DJ?" My mom asked when I got 
home that night.
	"It was long, but wasn't too big of a bite." I smiled, 
and started to fill her in on what had been going on. I knew 
that because of all the fun I was now having my mom would 
become insufferable about it, and she proved me correct in 
this assumption.
	"Well, aren't you glad that I went ahead and said you'd 
do it?"
	"While I do admit that you were correct in that this 
would be a fun thing to do, it still doesn't excuse you from 
having gone behind my back on saying that I'd do it," I 
responded mildly. I got a frown in response to this as I 
knew I would, but I wasn't too worried about it.
	"Oh, before I forget about it, I think you might like 
these," I said smiling.
	"What are these?"
	"Tickets to the play, what else, or were you going to 
just stay at home during the play?" Mom just smiled at this 
and shooed me upstairs to change.
	"So DJ, are you ready for tomorrow night?" My dad asked 
at dinner a few hours later.
	"I think I am, but to be honest I don't think I've ever 
been this nervous in my life." This got a chuckle out of 
everyone at the table.
	"I'm sure you'll do fine. Just concentrate on your 
lines, and such, and you'll breeze though this." I just 
nodded at this. The rest of the dinner conversation centered 
around how everyone else's day went. I was glad for the 
change because it seemed the more they focused on the play 
the more nervous I got about it. What I was really dreading 
was the next day when we would spend most of the day 
rehearsing the play in front of people during lunch.
	I decided to go to bed early that night since I knew I 
would be a wreck the next day if I didn't.
	"OK everyone!" Mrs. Mclaughlin shouted over the noise 
of everybody talking.
	"I just want you all to know how proud I am of all of 
you. You've done a lot in the past few weeks, and should be 
commended on this. Let's try to make this one of our best 
plays ever." She continued once we all quieted down. After 
giving us some last minute instructions and pointers we 
headed up to the main auditorium to begin our day-long 
practice session.
	The next few hours were a blur to me as we went through 
getting the play even more refined than it was.
	"OK, that was our best run through yet. I want you all 
to take an hour to go get something to eat, and be back here 
in one hour," our teacher yelled. With this said all the 
cast members started heading towards the lunch room. Without 
even thinking I followed them out, and soon realized that I 
was still in costume. By this time of course it was too late 
to think about going back to change into my normal clothes 
so I didn't. You could have heard a pin drop when I walked 
into the cafeteria. I just ignored all the stares as I got 
into line to get my lunch. About this time the catcalls, and 
whistling started up. I just took all of this in stride, and 
didn't let it bother me since I knew the people doing most 
of the heckling wouldn't have the balls to do what I was.
	"Damn DJ! I thought those looked familiar when I saw 
you come out on stage in them," Mark commented as I took a 
seat with him, Scott, and Tom.
	"I figured you would," I replied smiling.
	"What are you talking about?" Tom piped in.
	"Mark's referring to the sleepers I have on," I told 
him.
	"What about them? I think the sewing class did a great 
job on them. They look almost like a real pair of sleepers." 
At this last comment Mark, and I both cracked up laughing.
	"What's so funny?" Scott asked. Mark waved to me to 
answer this because he was still trying to catch his breath.
	"The reason Mark thinks that these look so realistic is 
that are. My mom got them for me a couple of months back 
when she went to visit some friends in Boise. She ran into a 
place that makes them, so she picked up some for Donn, Paul, 
and myself." I told them with a smile. This got both Scott, 
and Tom laughing when they realized that all the things I 
was using for the play were items I brought from home, and 
weren't props. We then switched topics to the coming school 
break, and what we planed on doing.
	The rest of the day quick went past, and instead of 
going home most of the cast decided to find a place in the 
library to get caught up on the home work that our other 
teachers had dropped off.
	In a blur of activity I soon found myself sitting 
center stage in my crib waiting for the curtain to go up on 
the play. As I saw the curtain begin to rise I started to 
whine, and by the time the it was all the way up my whine 
had become a full fledged wail. I soon had Shelly coming 
over to me and helping me out of the crib, and over to a 
table that had been redone to look like a changing table.
	"We need to get Danny all cleaned up don't we?" Shelly 
said while undoing my sleeper, and my outer diapers. I just 
giggled through all this. What really caught my attention 
was that when Shelly opened up the cloth diapers, and saw my 
real one she changed her lines a bit.
	"Looks like you really do need a change, kiddo, you're 
soaked!" I turned a bright red when I looked down to see 
that she was right the diaper I had on under the others was 
soaked, and about to start leaking. The audience seemed to 
love this bit of ad-lib judging from the laughs it got. 
Luckily for me this part of the play ended soon afterwards, 
and I was able to get off stage. I headed for the bathroom 
to do a quick change, and by the time I got back Mrs. 
McLaughlin was instructing Shelly not to do any more 
additions like that. Of course neither of them knew about my 
little plan for later in the play.
	Several hours later as the play was about to end I 
found myself on the changing again getting my final diaper 
change. Just as Shelly was pulling back my prop diaper I 
started working the squeeze bulb in my hand, and shot a 
stream of water up towards Shelly's face. She acted like she 
was about to get snake bit when this happened, and slapped 
the diaper back down over me. I was laughing like crazy at 
this as was most of the parents in the audience. I knew this 
part was going to be a hit, and hoped that some shots had 
been gotten of it.
	"That was a mean thing you did back there," Shelly 
stated when the curtain came done for the final time.
	"What can I say, it seemed like the thing to do at the 
time," I chuckled. "Besides you should have seen the look on 
your face when that water came up at you." I added. A moment 
later Shelly to started laughing when she thought of what 
her faced looked like at that moment.
	A few moments later Mrs. McLaughlin had us line up near 
the stage, and stared introducing us to the audience. I was 
shocked that when my name was called people stood up as the 
clapped. I was totally stunned by this. While I thought I 
had done an OK job I hardly thought it deserved a Standing 
Ovation. I bowed slightly at this, and took my place with 
the rest of the cast.
	"DJ I have to say that you did wonderfully," My mom 
said as I came out front about 30 minutes later. This time 
dressed in my street clothes.
	"Thanks mom," I told her smiling. Dad was smiling a bit 
when he came back out of the building a few minutes later, 
and nodded slightly to my mom. After another round of saying 
how great I was we headed off to get some dinner.
	I headed straight to bed when we got home about two 
hours later. I never realized how tiring something like this 
could be. The rest of the performances went just as well as 
the first, and soon school was out for the Winter Break. I 
did happen to get one really big shock when I came home from 
work one day to find the crib from the play set up in my 
room. I was about to complain about it being there, but 
decided against it.

Chapter 4
December/January

	I was still on a high when I walked back into my 
English class after the play ended. Though this was to be 
short lived.
	"So nice of you to join us again, Mr. Morrison," My 
English teacher commented in a bit of a sarcastic tone.
	"It's nice to be back," I replied with equal sarcasm, 
though this seemed to go right over the teacher's head.
	"Well, while you were gone We started a new reading 
assignment." With this said she handed me a stack of papers, 
and a copy of "The Three Musketeers".
	"These will need to be filled out on each chapter, and 
a four-page report will be due on the book when you return 
from the Holiday Break. Even though I just nodded at all 
this I was starting to get pissed off by all this crap she 
was giving us.
	"Mrs. Bond? I was wondering if it would be OK if I used 
my own copy of the book for this assignment?" I asked when I 
noticed that the copy she handed me was about 200 pages 
short of what it should be.
	"That shouldn't be a problem, but I'll need to see the 
copy to approve it." I just nodded at this, and joined 
everyone else in reading the book. I knew just from the 
first chapter that this was a highly watered down version.
	"I don't know about you guys, but it seems to me that 
the 'Axe' back there has a serious tick up her ass about 
loading us down with all this work to do over the break," I 
mentioned to several classmates as we walked to the hall 
after class ended. This was met with several comments of 
agreement.
	"I wouldn't be at all surprised if she pulls the same 
stunt she did last time," One kid commented.
	"I wouldn't be shocked, either," I replied thinking 
about the last time, and how after giving us a novel to 
read, and having us do a rather large sized assignment over 
it she told us that this would be just for practice, and 
made the reports worth only ten points. Needless to say this 
ticked off a lot of people.
	"If she does that this time I'm going to bloody well 
walk out of the damned class," John mentioned. This too, got 
hearty approval. After a few more moments of chatting we 
split up to throw our books into our lockers, and head home.
	"I'm home!" I yelled about two hours later.
	"Hey DJ," Donn said as I walked into the kitchen a 
moment later.
	"Hey Donn. Where's Paul?"
	"He went over to Josh's house to play."
	"Do you know if he finished his homework first?"
	"I know he worked on at least some of it."
	With a nod I went over to Paul's backpack, and pulled 
out his Day Planner, and his books. Like most schools in our 
district Paul's, and Donn's school required the teachers to 
have their students to write down all their assignments, and 
the due dates for them when they were given. After taking a 
quick look at the planner, and what he had actually gotten 
done I made a note on the board mom had posted. I hoped mom 
wasn't in a bad mood when she got home, or Paul would be in 
for it more than he already was seeing that he had a couple 
of things that were due the next day, but he only had half 
of them done. With a shake of my head, I headed up to get 
started on my own homework. I did this after going through a 
quick run to the bathroom, and a diaper change.
	Mom got home about an hour later, and as expected she 
started calling for Paul the moment she saw the comments I 
made on his Homework Board.
	"DJ, have you seen Paul?" Mom asked sticking her head 
through the doorway to my room.
	"No, Donn said he went over to Josh's house to mess 
around, and Donn went over to Jason's. I already went over 
his work, and it's all completed."
	"OK. How's your homework coming?"
	"Not bad, I have everything done, except for English, 
and I plan on doing it over Christmas Break," I said, as I 
handed over my own Assignment book to forestall any blow up 
that might occur. Mom just nodded at this, and handed me 
back my book. About this time Paul came home, and I figured 
that it would be best if I just stayed in my room for a 
while. I was glad I did since I could hear the little 
discussion my mom and brother were having downstairs. About 
an hour later Dan came into my room, and informed me that we 
were going out for dinner since nobody felt like cooking. I 
just smiled at this and quickly changed into some of my 
Attends, and got dressed. The rest of the evening went 
quietly.
	The next day at school went well right up till the time 
I got to English. I could tell that "Battle Axe" Bond was on 
the warpath from the raised voices I heard coming from her 
classroom.
	"OK, everyone sit down now, and pull out your books. 
Since it seems that several of you don't think that this 
assignment deserves serious consideration we're going to 
start reading it class." This created several groans from 
the class. I felt now was as good time as any to get my copy 
approved.
	"Mrs. Bond?" I asked politely
	"Yes DJ?"
	"You wanted me to bring in my copy of the book for your 
approval."
	"OK, well bring it up here so I can see it." With a 
shrug I got up and went forward to let her see it. I thought 
she was going to have a stroke when she took a closer look 
at it.
	"What are you doing with this!?" She asked me sternly.
	"Reading it. What else would I do with a book? Why, 
what's the problem with it?"
	"The problem, Mr. Morrison, is that this version of the 
book is not appropriate for your grade level."
	"You're kidding me, right?" I asked in surprise.
	"No, I most certainly am not kidding you, and kindly 
don't take that tone with me, young man!"
	"Would you mind telling why you feel this is so 
inappropriate for me to read?"
	"It's just the whole basis of the book. I mean the 
thought that a person of the cloth could plot to overthrow a 
King, attempt to seduce a Queen, and arrange a murder is 
totally mind-numbing."
	"Well, what can I say, from what I've read of the time 
period this sort of thing happened all the time, besides if 
you take out all the sex, and back-stabbing that go on in 
the book you'll end up with a copy of it that's so watered 
down it wouldn't even be worth reading!"
	"Well, I can tell what reading like books like this has 
done to you. I have half a mind to tell your parents about 
you having a book like this, and let them deal with it. What 
do you think about that!"
	"Go for it! Who do you think gave me the book to read 
in the first place!"
	"That does it! I'll not be spoken to in this manner, 
get your books, and go to the office!"
	"Fine! It'll be better than sticking around here!" With 
that I took my book from her hand, got my other things, and 
headed out of the room.
	I found that she had called ahead to the office because 
our Vice-Principal was waiting for me to arrive.
	"So, DJ, you want to tell me what all this is about?" 
Mr. Riggs asked after he closed his office door.
	"There's not much to say, sir. Mrs. Bond had a major 
fit when I tried to get the OK to use a personal copy of the 
book we're currently reading in class. She told me that she 
felt that it was inappropriate for my grade level," I 
answered, and told him what happened after this.
	"May I see the book?" Since I knew I didn't have 
anything to worry about I handed him over the book and let 
him look over it.
	"Your kidding me, right?" Mr. Riggs asked a moment 
later.
	"No sir, that's the book I showed her."
	"And she blew up about this?" I just nodded at this. 
Without another word he picked up the intercom phone by his 
desk, and had Mrs. Bond come down to talk this over.
	"I hope this is important. I have a class right now," 
Mrs. Bond said by way of greeting when she came into Mr. 
Riggs's office.
	"This will only take a moment. I'd like your side of 
what went on when Mr. Morrison here showed you the book he 
wanted to use in your class," Mr. Riggs requested. This 
seemed to anger my teacher even more, as she started going 
off even worse than she had in class. Mr. Riggs broke in a 
few moments later.
	"Mrs. Bond, if you're quite through, I have to say that 
I don't think that I've ever seen such unprofessional 
display in my entire time as a teacher, or administrator. I 
think you should be happy that one of your students is 
willing to do more than the assignment calls for. I'm 
personally going to approve the use of Mr. Morrison's copy 
of this book for the assignment, and don't want to hear 
another word about this, or anything this again do I make 
myself clear?" Mr. Riggs shot back in a very calm voice, but 
one that stated that he wasn't going to put up with any 
challenges on this.
	"Mr. Riggs?" I interrupted politely.
	"Yes, DJ?"
	"I was wondering if there would be any chance that I 
could get switched to another English class when the new 
semester starts next month. After this little incident I 
don't think I'd get a fair shake in this class from here 
out." I said calmly. As expected my teacher stared going off 
again at this.
	"Are you trying to imply, Mr. Morrison, that I would 
deliberately lower your assignment grades just to get back 
at you?" Mrs. Bond shot in acidly.
	"I'm not implying anything. I'm saying it outright. I 
don't think you'll judge my future work fairly after this," 
I told he plainly. Mr. Riggs held up his hand before this 
exchange could go any further.
	"I'll see what I can do about the switch. In the 
meantime, if you feel that any of your grades have been 
purposely lowered bring them into me, and I'll look over 
them myself." I just nodded at this. Just as I did so the 
final be rang for the day.
	"You can head on home now." I just nodded at this got 
my things together, and left.
	"Mrs. Bond, I'll ask you to stay a moment longer, 
please," Mr. Riggs added as my teacher was getting up.
	Mark was waiting for me at my locker when I got there.
	"So what happened? Bond was still going off when she 
got called down to the office. For a moment there we thought 
she was going to have a stroke," Mark said with a smile. I 
started smiling at the thought of this myself, as I filled 
Mark in on what had happened.
	"Sounds like you and Riggs really let her have it." I 
just nodded at this.
	"I'm just glad that I won't have to deal with her for 
the next couple of weeks," Mark nodded at this himself.
	"It's too bad that Ryan, and Tyler won't be around to 
have any fun with us over the break."
	"Tell me about it," I replied glumly thinking back a 
couple of days to when Ryan had informed me that they were 
going to be moving to Arizona once the Break started. I 
wasn't looking forward to this at all since I had a couple 
of other friends move away in the last couple of months. I 
knew at least this time I was going to be able to keep in 
touch with them. Mark and I talked for a while longer, and 
soon was at the turnoff for his street.
	"I'll talk at you later," I called as Mark turned in. 
He just waved in response.
	"Mom, I'm home!" I called as usual as I came through 
the door.
	"Go up to your room right now! I want to talk to you 
about something," Mom said in greeting. Knowing full well 
what this was going to be about I headed up to my room, and 
decided to change into some clean, dry diapers while I was 
waiting. Mom entered my room just as I was pulling the 
plastic pants up over my diapers.
	"I got a very irate phone call from your English 
teacher a little while ago. You want to tell me what 
happened?" That was the thing I did like about my mom unless 
you caught her right at the beginning of a bad mood she'd 
give you the chance to tell your side of the problem. After 
taking a moment to compose my thoughts, I told her what 
happened. Adding at the end that if she wanted to she could 
call the school back, and speak with Mr. Riggs about it. I 
guess this was the factor that got her to believe that I 
wasn't telling only part of the story. I knew that if she 
thought I wasn't telling her everything, or trying to bluff 
her she'd make the call, and I'd really be in for it once 
she found out what really was going on. She just nodded at 
this and let me finish getting dressed. Nothing else was 
mentioned about this.
	As expected, Christmas Day came in with roar at our 
house unlike my cousins, my brothers, and I weren't able to 
open any of our gifts till everyone else got to our place. 
Trying to make it through the day in this manner was a pain. 
I did find it highly unusual that about mid-afternoon my 
parents had Dan take Donn, Paul, Jason, Seamus and myself to 
a movie. It only got weirder when we got back home shortly 
before the rest of the family got there. Dan herded my 
brothers and I up to his room and preceded to change us. 
Dan, being his normal self, decided to send us back out into 
the family room without our pants. This, of course, started 
some chuckles from family members, along with the usual 
comments about how cute we looked in just our dydees. My 
Aunt Cathy took a notion off of this, and my cousin Justin 
found himself without any pants after he came back from his 
own changing.
	The rest of the evening went by quickly, and we soon 
started in on opening the presents, as expected this cause 
all of us kids to go crazy.
	"Okay everyone, we only have three more gifts to hand 
out," My Aunt Cathy called out thirty minutes later.
	"Donn, Paul these are for you," She said with a hint of 
smile, as a large box was handed off to my brothers. With 
reckless abandon my brothers tore the wrapping paper off the 
boxes, and ripped the boxes open.
	"MOMMM! Did you have to wrap these up!?" Donn, and Paul 
stated in almost perfect unison. Everybody started chuckling 
when Paul pulled out a thick sparkling white cloth diaper.
	"Oh quit your whining Paul, and just think of these as 
some really thick underwear!" I said with more than a little 
amusement. This of course got everyone chuckling again.
	"DJ, the last present is yours, and it's up in your 
room," Mom stated with a smile. I looked at her funny for a 
moment before I took off for my room. I guess my heavily 
padded posterior must have been a sight because the laughter 
started again. I stopped dead in my tracks when I looked in 
to my room, and saw that single bed that had been on one 
side of the room was gone, and in it's place was a crib, and 
on taking a closer look at it I realized that it was the 
same one I used in the play. I looked up when a flash went 
off, and I saw my family gathered around the doorway to my 
room. To say I was speechless would have been an 
understatement.
	"Mrs. Mclaughlin and Mr. Cook thought you might like 
having it. They figured it'd get more use here than if they 
just put it into storage at the school," She said smiling. I 
just shook my head at this, and smiled myself. This 
explained why they had Dan get my out of the house earlier. 
It was then that I noticed they the crib had already been 
made up, and was ready for use. I also noticed that propped 
up in the corner by the pillows was a large stuffed 
"Tigger". I couldn't resist picking him up right away.
	"Thanks Dan!" I said with a huge smile when I read the 
card to see who it was from.
	"You're Welcome, squirt," Dan replied messing my hair 
up as he said this.
	"Who wants some dessert?" Dad asked a moment later. All 
of us replied we did. I got a few more chuckles as I brought 
Tigger down with me instead of putting him back in the crib.
	The rest of the night went by quickly. All too soon 
Cathy, Jim, and my cousins were heading back home, and the 
rest of us kids were getting sent to bed so the adults could 
have some time to themselves.
	"OK, everyone under the age of 21 time for bed," My dad 
called out. This started the usual protest from all of the 
people involved, except for my cousin Amanda who had already 
been put to bed.
	"None of that you guys it's been a long day, and you 
need to get some rest." My Uncle Sean told us calmly, but in 
a voice that told us to do as we were asked. About this time 
my mom, Aunt Karen, and Dan came back downstairs with their 
arms loaded down with changing supplies. With little fanfare 
my brothers, cousins, and I were all laid on our backs, and 
had our pants, or diapers changed over for some fresh ones. 
With each adult taking charge of one of kids the changing 
didn't take more than five minutes. As the plastic pants 
were pulled up over our diapers we were each handed a pair 
of footed sleepers. I could tell that the ones that Jason, 
and Seamus got were some of Donn's, and Paul's old ones.
	"OK, up to bed with you." Karen said with a light swat 
to each of our tightly wrapped rears. As I entered my room I 
headed right to the crib without even thinking. This 
generated a chuckle from my dad as he helped me into it. I 
was almost a sleep when my mom came in a few moment later to 
give me a bottle, and tuck me in. I must have been a sight 
to behold curled up in a crib while cuddling a stuffed 
animal, sucking on a bottle of milk.
	All too soon, Sean, Karen, and my cousins left for 
home, and it was time for me to start thinking of going back 
to school. John, and I spent most of our time getting into 
snowball fights with his brother and sister and my brothers. 
I would have liked to get Mark and his brothers in on this, 
but his mom had made last minute plans to go visit some 
relatives out in California. The only thing I had left to 
look forward to during this time was my parents' New Year's 
Eve Party.
	"Now remember you guys, we don't want to have to come 
down and tell you to keep things down tonight, OK? We've 
left you a good supply of snacks, and such, so there should 
be no reason for any of you to have to come upstairs once 
the guests arrive," My dad told us in the way of last-minute 
instructions. My brothers and I all nodded at this, but 
mentally rolled our eyes to this. My dad had been 
browbeating us with this ever since mid-afternoon. My 
parents had even had all of us get ready for bed early. 
Except of course for my older brother Dan, since he was over 
21 my parents were allowing him to join in on the party. The 
evening went just fine until about ten minutes to midnight.
	"Paul, wake up. Mom, and Dad want to see you for a 
moment," Dan said while shaking him.
	"Huh?" Came the sleepy reply.
	"Mom wants to see you for a moment."
	"OK. Give me a moment." By this time Donn, and I were 
awake, and trying to keep from laughing at what was going 
on. Dan finally got Paul up, and moving. He managed to get 
Paul upstairs and into the family room just as everyone 
started shouting "Happy New Year" it was then that they 
noticed Paul and how he was dressed. Somehow Dan was able to 
get Paul out of his sleeper, and change him from the 
disposable that he wore to bed into some of the new cloth 
diapers he had gotten for Christmas. To this Dan had added a 
shoulder sash that Said "Happy New Year" on the front, and 
"1998" across the back in gold letters. Aside from this Paul 
still had a pacifier hanging from the corner of his mouth, 
and holding a large stuffed "Pooh" bear. All you could hear 
for a few moments was Donn's and my laughter coming from the 
next room. Paul was still mostly asleep when Dan presented 
him to my parents, this surprised me some since Paul had 
received numerous pats to the diaper as he walked by some of 
the guests. Mom picked Paul up, and after giving Dan a bit 
of a reproachful look brought him back downstairs, and 
tucked him back into his sleeping bag. I don't think he ever 
figured out how he managed to wake up in cloth diapers since 
none of them were brought down with us. Dan, Donn, and I all 
got a bit chewing out the next morning, but felt that this 
was worth it.
	I soon found myself back in school and hating every 
minute. The worst part of it was dealing with Mrs. Bond. I 
guess she was still holding a grudge against me.
	"OK class, before we begin, I want to mention to you 
that because of all the trouble Mr. Morrison caused last 
time in class I've decided to change the point value of the 
report you did. It will now be considered the same as a 
quiz." Needless to say this caused some every heated 
comments.
	"That's a bloody crock!" John said in a loud enough 
voice that we knew Mrs. Bond had to have heard him.
	"What was that, young man?!"
	"You heard me! You have us waste our time doing this 
large of assignment, and then you go and make it worth a 
lousy ten points! I don't know about anyone else here, but 
you can just shove the points up your ARSE!" With this final 
comment John packed his books up, and walked out of the 
class. This started a stampede so to speak as roughly three-
fourths of the class followed him. With myself being the 
second person through the door.
	I caught hell when I showed up at home to find my mom 
there, and had to explain what I was doing home so early. I 
was just glad that this was a Friday, and that I would have 
the weekend to simmer down. I was almost tempted to trash 
the report but thought better of it.
	I was kind of surprised to see that we had a substitute 
the following Monday, and that he was going to be taking 
over the class. We were told that everyone who wanted to 
turn in the report would receive a normal grade on it like 
it was a normal assignment. While all this was going on all 
the people in our class was called down to the office to 
explain what had been going on in this class for the last 
several weeks. Luckily, none of were disciplined further 
than getting detention.
	We found out two days later that over the previous 
weekend Mrs. Bond suffered a heart attack while driving, and 
ran her car into a bridge abutment. She was the only 
fatality in this accident. While I do feel sorry for the 
loss her family must be dealing with, I have to say that the 
loss to the teaching profession was minimal.

Chapter 5
February
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	"Are you OK, DJ?" my mom asked when I got home from 
school.
	"Yeah, why do you ask?"
	"Well, you tend to be limping on your left leg."
	"Oh that. I think I might have pulled a leg muscle when 
I slipped on some ice earlier today."
	"Did you have anyone take a look at it yet?"
	"I had the nurse take a look at it after it happened, 
and she didn't think it was that serious."
	"OK, but we'll still have Dr. Montgomery take a look at 
it when you see him tomorrow."
	"OK," I told her before heading off to change the messy 
diaper I had on.
	By the next morning my leg had stiffened up 
considerably, and I could barely move it.
	When my mom saw how much trouble I was now having she 
called the doctor, and got my appointment moved up to where 
I was the first person in. After doing this, mom came back 
in to my room, and helped me change into a clean diaper, and 
get dressed. While normally I'd complain about this, I was 
in to much pain to deal with that this morning. I soon found 
myself being helped into the back-seat of my mom's car, and 
we headed off.
	"Well, DJ, from what I can tell you've managed to pull 
several muscles in both your thigh, and calf, but nothing 
seems to be broken, or torn so I think all this should pass 
in a week or so. I'm going to give you a prescription for 
some mild pain killers, and a muscle relaxant. I want you to 
stay off that leg as much as possible. In fact, I'm going to 
have your mom get you a set of crutches to use for a two-
week period. After that time I want to have you come back 
in, and we'll take another look at the leg." Turning to my 
mom he continued," Mrs. Morrison, for the first few days the 
medications might make DJ groggy so you might want to keep 
him home during this time. If he seems to be having any side 
effects at all I want you to stop the dosage, and call me 
immediately." Both my mom and I nodded at this, and Dr. 
Montgomery started going over the tests he had run on my 
bladder and bowels. As expected there hadn't been any 
changes in this.
	"Well, DJ, it looks like you get to take a long 
weekend," mom chuckled as we headed back to the car after 
making a quick stop at the pharmacy located in the building.
	"Yeah, but this isn't quite the way I hoped to do it," 
I replied with a bit of a smile myself.
	Once we got home I took a dose of the medications my 
mom had picked up and crawled into my crib for a nap. For 
the next couple of days every thing seemed to going great 
until Saturday evening.
	"Mom, I think maybe you should call the doctor. I feel 
really funny," I announced as I sat down on the living room 
couch. These would be the last words I remember saying until 
I came to almost three days later.
	"Where am I?" I called groggily
	"You're in the hospital. What's the last thing you 
remember?" a nurse asked me.
	"I was telling my mom that I was feeling kind of funny, 
and then I sat down on our couch. I guess I must have passed 
out because I don't remember anything else," I replied 
sleepily.
	"That's all right. Let me call your doctor and parents, 
then I'll be back in to change your diaper," the nurse said 
softly.
	"What time is it?"
	"It's about two in the morning."
	"Don't call my parents, you'll only wake them up," I 
mumbled before falling back asleep.
	When I woke up again light was coming through the 
partially closed blinds. As I began to focus more I could 
tell that my parents and doctor were in the room.
	"So good of you to decide to join us again," my doctor 
quipped when he saw my eyes open. I just half smiled at 
this.
	"What happened?"
	"You are recovering from what looks like an acute case 
of Anaphylaxis Shock." I again just nodded at this.
	"What day is it?" I asked still a bit out of it.
	"It's Tuesday morning," my mom said while taking my 
hand. I just slumped back at this not really sure of how to 
take that I'd just lost three days from my life.
	"Some orderlies will be in a few minutes to move you to 
a regular room. We'll be keeping him overnight to make sure 
that there aren't any further complications," the doctor 
stated as he finished looking me over. With a final pat on 
my leg he left the room, and the orderlies came in to move 
me to a normal room. It was then that I noticed that 
somebody had propped Tigger up on a shelf next to my bed, 
and as I was wheeled out of the room my dad placed him next 
to me.
	The rest of the week went quietly as my parents keep me 
home from school to let me rest since I was still trying to 
recover from the near death experience I had. Several of my 
friends stopped by just to see how I was doing. To be 
truthful I feel this is what helped me the most.
	"Hey DJ, how are you feeling?" Mark asked a few days 
after I came back to school from my little incident.
	"Not too bad, but let me tell you, it was a hell of a 
way to find out that I'm allergic to certain medications," I 
replied with a slight smile. Mark just laughed at this.
	"Well, it's good to have you back. I was wondering if 
you'd like to come over for a sleep over this weekend?"
	"I wouldn't mind it, but I'm totally swamped in 
homework trying to make up for the time I missed. I'll be 
having to work through most of the weekend just to get 
caught up." Mark looked a bit put out by this but he took 
the news well. As planned, I spent the entire weekend trying 
to get all my back work made up.
	The rest of the month, and well into March our teachers 
piled so much work onto us that Mark, and I never did get 
around to having another sleep over.
	
Chapter 6
March
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	"I swear, I don't know what I'm going to do with you 
two?" I heard my mom announce as she came through the door 
after picking my brothers up from school.
	"What happened?" I inquired as I took one of the 
grocery bags from her arms.
	"The same thing that's happened every day this week. 
Both of your brothers each had another accident." With how I 
heard her stress "accident" I knew my mom didn't believe 
that theory very much.
	"Would you mind going up and make sure that they've 
each gotten a shower, and get them diapered for the night. 
Also, inform them that they're not to come out of their room 
until I have a chance to talk this over with their father." 
I just nodded to this and headed upstairs. I stopped briefly 
in the bathroom to get a bath ready for them.
	"Well, you both have managed to royally piss mom off 
again." I stated as I walked into my brother's room.
	"What do you mean?" Donn asked while pulling his shirt 
off.
	"This is what I mean," I answered as I held up the bag 
containing his wet underwear and jeans.
	"It was an accident," Paul piped in from behind me.
	"Yeah, right. Just like all the other ones you've both 
had every day this week? Anyway, mom wants you both to get a 
shower. I'll have everything ready for you when get done." 
Without another word I set about getting the changing 
supplies and diapers out, and set up. By now my brothers 
were beyond trying to argue with me about it since they knew 
it wouldn't do any good. they both finished getting 
undressed, and headed off to the bathroom to get the bath I 
had already drawn for them.
	It took me a few minutes to get them diapered and into 
their PJ's once they came back from the bathroom.
	"Mom, will let you know when you two can come back 
down. Until then don't leave this room," I told them as I 
closed the door behind me. With all this done I went back 
down to the kitchen table to continue to work on my school 
work till dinner. My father was quite upset when my mom told 
him of Donn's and Paul's latest accident. He was ready to go 
up, and lay his hand out side of both their rears, but 
luckily my mom, and I got him to calm down.
	"I've already made an appointment for them to see their 
doctor tomorrow, and we'll take it from there, OK?" My 
father just nodded at this and let the subject drop. The 
rest of the evening went by in a strained silence when it 
came to my younger brothers and father interacting with each 
other, but I ignored this for the most part.
	As expected, my brothers and mom were home when I got 
home from school the next day.
	"How did everything go with the doctor?" I asked after 
setting my books down.
	"Not too bad. The doctor noticed some slight weakening 
in the bladder of both your brothers, but nothing severe 
enough to cause all the problems they've been having."
	"So what are you going to do about it?
	"It's not what am I going to do about it, it's what 
have I already done about it." As if on cue both Donn, and 
Paul walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a T-shirt, 
and the disposable diapers they normally wore when sleeping 
over at friends.
	"Mom, we need to be changed," Paul stated still half 
asleep.
	"Would you mind helping me, DJ?" Mom asked as she 
herded my brothers back up to their room. With a slight 
smile I just followed behind her since I was needing to go 
up and change my own diaper anyway.
	"so, how long is this going to last?" I asked as I laid 
Donn out on his bed, and started untaping the diaper he had 
on.
	"It'll last till I say other wise." This I thought 
would be a good time to drop the subject. Donn and Paul soon 
found themselves in some fresh diapers and were sent back 
downstairs.
	"Now then let's go get your diaper changed, young man," 
my mom said with a smirk.
	"That's OK momm I can handle this myself," I told her 
nervously.
	"I'm sure you can, but I insist," she replied, laying 
her hand on my shoulder as she did so. With a sigh I let her 
lead me across the hall and into my own room over the next 
five minutes I found myself stripped down to my diaper, had 
that removed, then cleaned, and finally had a new diaper put 
on. To this my mom decided to add one of the onesies she 
recently had made for me. I felt funny going around the 
house wearing it though everyone in my family knew that I 
wore them under my regular clothes on a daily basis.
	Judging from my dad's reaction when he got home I could 
tell that my mom had already told him what she had done 
concerning Donn and Paul.
	"Boys, your mom, and I have a surprise for you," My dad 
announced that night at dinner. With a glance at my mom he 
continued.
	"With how well you have been doing in school so far 
this semester we've decided to take you all on a cruise." 
This caused all conversation to halt, and we all looked at 
my parents trying to see if maybe they were trying to pull a 
joke on us.
	"Dan, you're welcome to come also if you can get the 
time off," my mom added.
	"Thanks for the offer, but with how close it is to 
Spring Break I don't have enough time to put a request in 
for it, maybe next time though," Dan said with a smile, 
though we knew that he would have loved to join us. Donn, 
Paul, and I of course started bombarding my parents with 
questions which the answered only with smiles, and 
statements that the rest was a surprise.
	With as exciting this was it was nothing compared to 
what was going to happen the next day.
	"I'll be downstairs if you need me," Dan called. Donn 
and I didn't pay much attention to this since we were too 
busy trying to get more information about the trip out of my 
parents about 15 minutes later it happened.
	POP!!!
	"FUCK!!! MOM!!!!" Dan yelled at the top of his lungs. 
This startled me so bad I crapped my diapers, and from what 
I could tell Paul did the same thing. a few moments later my 
mom called for my dad to call 911, and get an ambulance out 
here because Dan had accidentally shot himself. Not five 
minutes after my dad called 911 the paramedics showed up, 
and started finding out what happened as they worked on Dan. 
As it turned out Dan was trying to clear a jam from the 9mm 
he had bought a few months before, and it went off the round 
catching him in the leg. One Paramedic wrote all this down 
while the other one cut off the sweat pants my brother had 
on. He turned a bright red when the diaper he had on was 
exposed, but the gal working on him "pretended" not to 
notice this. Almost as quickly as they arrived they were 
loading Dan on to a stretcher and putting him in the back of 
the ambulance. The only halfway humorous part to all this 
was my mom giving Dan the riot act for having a gun in the 
first place.
	My dad, I, Donn, and Paul arrived at the hospital ER a 
few minutes after Dan, and my mom did. I could still hear 
her telling Dan off as we neared the treatment room the put 
Dan in. I'm sure my mom had probably been going off on him 
since the put him in the ambulance. A short time later a 
doctor came in to tell us that no bones were broken, and the 
wound looked worse than it really was. it was a big relief 
to learn that all he needed was some stitches to close the 
gash in his leg. Once all this was done, and the doctor was 
working on Dan, my dad went over to one of the nurses and 
whispered something to them. a moment later my dad had Paul, 
and I follow him into a treatment room where he preceded to 
change us with a couple of diapers he had gotten from the 
duty nurse. It wasn't till now that I realized that I was 
needing to be changed. we got home about three hours after 
the accident happened, and by this time Dan had already 
agreed to sell the gun that caused all this.
	"So, DJ, you want to see about having a sleep over next 
week?" Mark asked a couple of days later during lunch.
	"I'd like to, Mark, but I found out that my parents are 
taking us on a cruise for Spring Break," I replied.
	"Oh man, that really sucks! You don't think your 
parents would go in for finding out that they have another 
son for a week do you?" Mark chuckled.
	"Sorry, I don't think they would go for that," I 
laughed. about this time John came up, and joined us.
	"Hey Mark. Hey DJ," he said in greeting, then added, 
"So, DJ how you doing after that little incident in math 
this morning?"
	"Don't remind me, I'm still trying to forget about it," 
I replied glumly.
	"What happened?" Mark broke in. I nodded to John, 
giving permission for him to tell the story.
	"Well, ole DJ here was working on a problem at the 
black board, when his diaper decided to overflow on him 
soaking his pants in front of the entire class," John said 
with a slight smile. Mark started to chuckle until he caught 
the look I was giving him. While most other people would 
have seen the humor in this, I didn't. With this said we 
changed the subject back to Spring Break in general, and my 
cruise specifically. All too soon lunch was ending and I 
headed off to my ROTC class.
	"Geez, Morrison!!! Can't you do anything right!? 
Anybody could have done that right! Try it again!" Our Sgt. 
Mjr. yelled. When once again I didn't catch the drill rifle 
exactly like I was supposed to he went off again.
	"I guess this is what I should expect from someone who 
can't even master something as simple as toilet training," 
the Sgt. Mjr. mumbled as he came up to me.
	"What did you say?!" I pointedly asked.
	"You heard me, Cadet. To be honest, I don't think you 
have any reason for wearing our country's uniform if you 
still need to wear diapers like some little baby!" he shot 
back.
	"Ah, the hell with this, I'm not going to stand here, 
and get insulted by a No-Necked Jar Head!"
	"What was that, Cadet?!"
	"You heard me quite clearly, Sarge!" I fairly yelled 
back.
	"Now you listen here, diaper boy, I was bleeding for 
this country before you were even born, so I don't want to 
hear anything like that from you again! Is That Clear!"
	"Oh, Go Fuck Yourself Sarge!" I spat back, as I threw 
the rifle I had in my hands at him before walking off. It 
was only then did I notice how quiet the other people had 
become during this exchange. It took me two more class 
periods before I managed to calm down.
	I was just starting to get back under control when I 
walked in to my 7th hour English class. I knew things were 
going to go downhill when I noticed a large box on our 
teacher's desk. I got to my seat just as the final bell 
rang.
	"OK, class. Lets get quiet here and get some work 
done," our teacher announced.
	"After looking over how low the scores were on the last 
book project I've decided to have us do another," she added.
	"Are you shitting us!? We just finished one not even 
two weeks ago," one of the students called out.
	"I'm aware of how long ago it was, and watch your 
language," she replied.
	"We're doing another one because I feel you need the 
practice because the grades were so poor last time."
	"Yes, DJ?" She called when she noticed my raised hand.
	"Ma'am, nothing against you personally, but don't you 
feel that the reports would have gone better if you had 
allowed us more time to do them?" I asked reasonably.
	"Maybe, but I doubt it. Anyway, none of that matters. 
You'll be doing the assignment whether you want to, or not." 
This caused a great deal of grumbling from the rest of us. 
She tended to ignore this, as she handed out the books and 
the assignment sheet with them.
	"Are you crazy?" one kid blurted out when he saw the 
due date on the assignment outline.
	" I assure you I'm not crazy, and that is the date this 
is to be turned in by." It was then that I took a closer 
look at the date. Our loving teacher was having the report 
due the same day that we got back from vacation. This caused 
even more grumbling than before, and what she added next 
didn't help.
	"And to those that think they can skirt this, and add a 
few extra days to get this done, I'm telling you now that 
I'll be lowering your paper's grade by one letter grade from 
the one earned for each day it's late. No exceptions."
	"But, I'm going out of the country, and won't be 
getting back till a week after it's due," one girl called 
out.
	"As I just stated, No Exceptions, You'll just have to 
figure out a way to get it turned in on time. Now this is 
the last I want to hear of this. Pull out your assignments 
from yesterday, and pass them forward."
	"MOM, I'm home!" I yelled as I came trough the door.
	"How was you day, Honey?" Mom asked as I entered the 
kitchen.
	"Lousy," I stated, and told her of what had happened.
	"I'm sorry about all that DJ, but at least you won't 
have to worry about that till you get back. I've decided to 
pull you and your brothers out of school early since we have 
so much to try and get done before we leave on Saturday," 
Mom told me, and she was right this did go a long way to 
cheering me up. After grabbing a couple of cookies and some 
milk I headed up to my room to get started on my homework. I 
heard Donn and Paul get home about an hour later, and they 
of course started bouncing off the walls when my mom told 
them about being pulled out early for our vacation.