Donny

By DB Jon

        Darlene looked out the kitchen window at her son playing in the yard with the neighbor boy. The two were running higgledy-piggledy around the old swing set engrossed in a chase game. She watched as the giggling toddler was caught by the older towhead. Donny picked Timmy up and holding him upside down by his ankles, and swung the laughing boy around in a circle. She couldn’t help notice the thick diaper and plastic pants showing through the leg openings of his shortalls, or the older boy staring down at them intently as he spun Timmy round. She sighed. It was only a few days since she had gone into his room, and found a pee soaked towel hidden beneath her 10-year-old’s bed. He had snuck one her towels and used it as a diaper again. Donny’s fixation on diapers had been a source of concern for both Bob and her. He was a beautiful boy, and she loved to look at him; his cute little fanny, up-turned nose, light brown freckles always gave her a catch in her heart. But he often seemed sad, and rarely played with kids his own age, preferring the company of little Timmy. This suited the neighbors’ fine, as they had no other children, and Donny was a reliable playmate. Timmy loved him. At age 4 there was no sign of toilet training, and the bulge of thick cloth diapers was a hallmark of Timmy’s outfits. Like Darlene, the Connolly’s were passionate believers that cloth was healthier, and better for the environment. It was also what Mike had worn as a boy, and he said he liked the way they looked better than those thin paper and plastic things. So disposables never crossed their doorstep. Darlene had also loved the way heavy cloth diapers looked on her son, and had felt a little sad when he had finally dried up at night at age 6. Neither she nor her husband had been enthusiastic about toilet training, and had let nature take its course, telling themselves it was better for him to do things on his own schedule. She now wondered if she should have gotten him out of them earlier, but her husband had encouraged her to just let things go naturally. Indeed at age 4, after only a few days of being the only diaper boy at his kindergarten, Donny was out of day-time diapers. Peer pressure had done the job. Night time had been a different manner, but Darlene had to admit that she, and her husband both loved the ritual of putting Donny in his night diapers, and seeing his thickly padded little bottom heading up the stairs to bed after a long snuggle and read on the living room couch.

        Donny, being ADHD, had not had an easy time fitting into school. Too active for the increasingly non-interactive style of teaching in vogue at elementary schools, and not easily accepted by his peers, he was often in the principal’s office for disrupting class, and occasionally even for fighting. It didn’t help that he wasn’t particularly good at sports and seemed to always be the last one chosen in gym for a team. With his behavior problems, and lack of popularity, he was an easy target for bullies, who seemed to be quite adept at dodging blame, with Donny catching it instead. The lack of sympathy from his classmates, combined with an already irritated teacher rarely left him with the benefit of the doubt. School was a struggle, always distracted, he was never able to complete the endless class worksheets, and his grades reflected this. Too often they were sent home with his regular homework: a source of endless painful sessions in the kitchen as she made him sit and finish his work – or at least try to finish it. Even she found herself getting angry and frustrated, as he seemed incapable of staying on focus for more than a few minutes. Bob seemed less concerned about this; after all, he had had similar problems with schoolwork and teachers as a boy, but even he had to admit that it had been hard to make a few friends, and that his childhood had been a lonely one.

        Donny sat down on the grass, gasping for breath from the exertion of swinging Timmy around by his ankles. He knew he probably shouldn’t, but he loved the view of the little guy’s plastic pants and diapers through the leg holes of his shortalls, and swinging him around by his ankles was a great way to get a view of the boy’s underpinnings. How he wished he were wearing them instead of Timmy! He practically ached to wear them. He knew just how good they felt, cause a month ago he’d been able to sneak a pair. Timmy’s parents had gone birthday shopping and had left their son with Donny and his parents. With adjoining backyards and a shared swing set, both boys were free to roam from one house and yard to another, and Donny, instead of staying in his own house, had taken Timmy back next door and put Finding Nemo on the Connolly’s DVD player. It had then been easy to slip up to Donny’s room where his diaper table and supplies were located. He was scared to take a clean diaper, in case Timmy’s parents might notice, so he had gone to the diaper pail and fished out two used ones on the theory that he could put them back unnoticed. Besides, he had always wondered what it felt like to be wearing one of Timmy’s diapers. It seemed to him that Timmy was never in a hurry to get changed, and suspected that Timmy liked them wet. Quickly stripping off his shorts, he unfolded the diapers, stacked them on Timmy’s diaper table, and folded them together just as he’d watched the boy’s mother do so many times. He then, climbed up and laid his fanny on them, using his hands to bring the thick wet cloth up between his legs. The feeling was indescribable, and he gave a sigh of pure pleasure as he reached down for a pair of pins.

        Donny was horrified when he heard a giggle from the doorway. “Donny play baby?”

        He started to panic – what was he going to do? Then he thought, why not? In for a penny, in for a pound: “Yes Donny play baby, Timmy.” He grinned back at Timmy as he finished pinning himself up.

        Timmy toddled into the room, and Donny watched as the little boy went over to the table next to him and picked up a pair of frosty white plastic pants. “Baby Donnie need pee-pee pants;” toddled over, and handed them to him.

        Donnie took the pants, and bending his knees, put his feet through the leg holes and pulled them up over his diapers. He was happy to find the extra-large baby pants Timmy wore fit pretty well over the bulky diapers. Sliding down off the table he stood and looked at himself in the closet door mirror dressed only in thick diapers, frosty white plastic pants, and his T-shirt. He felt wonderful, and somehow, for the moment, it was even better that he was standing there with his toddler friend.

        “Donnie baby just like Timmy now.”

        That was indeed how he felt - and it felt wonderful: the thick wet cloth between his legs just belonged there. He patted his padded fanny with his hands and ran them over the smooth plastic. It was all so right.

        Taking Timmy’s hand, he and his friend climbed down the stairs, the diapers bunched between his legs causing him to toddle a bit as well. Finding Nemo was still playing on the DVD player, and the two of them sat down to watch it together. Timmy was soon diverted by the movie, and Donny, putting his hands on the front of his thick diapers, proceeded to pee. He felt the warmth spread through the plastic with his hands as his pee soaked into the already wet diapers and trickled down between his legs. He gave a contented sigh, which caused little Timmy to look over.

        “Donnie go pee-pee?”

        He smiled back at the little boy, who promptly spread his legs while his face glazed over with a little smile.

        “Timmy pee-pee too. Does Donnie like to pee-pee in his dides?”

        “It’s a secret Timmy – do you like to pee-pee in your diapers too?”

        “Oh yes, pee-pee feel good, Timmy like wet dides.”

        The two boys smiled at each other, sharing their pleasure. Donny got up on his hands and knees and, waggling his diapered fanny crawled around the room making silly noises, as a giggling Timmy followed him.

        Janet and Mike arrived back from their birthday shopping about 3 pm, an hour earlier than planned. While Mike put the car away Janet went into the house. Entering through the kitchen, she could hear Timmy and Donny playing in the living room. They seemed to be having a fine time, and she went to see what they were up to. What she saw made her stop before entering the room. There was Donny dressed in a pair of Timmy’s diapers and plastic pants, happily playing Leggo with her son. Neither boy, absorbed in their play, noticed her, and she drew back quietly and tiptoed through the kitchen to confer with her husband in the garage.

        “Mike, you’ll never guess – there is a little boy dressed in plastic pants and obviously wet diapers sitting in our living room – and it’s not Timmy.”

Mike smiled. It was really no surprise to either of them, as they had noticed Donny’s interest in Timmy’s diapers for some time.

“Can I go peak?” He asked hopefully.

“Knowing you, you’ll want to get your camera out too, but I don’t think our little friend is quite ready for that. Though I must say, he’s almost as cute as my baby boys,” Janet smirked at her husband.

The question was, what to do now. Mike and Janet were sure that Donny’s activity was more than just an isolated incident of baby play. His interest in Timmy’s diaper changes had not gone unnoticed. Nor the way he looked at Timmy’s padded bottom. This being the case, the boy would surely panic if he was caught out by them dressed as he was. After all, both of them had a good idea of where Donny was coming from. Best that they give the boy a chance to hide his evil deeds for the moment. So Mike and his wife got back into their car and coasted back down the driveway to the street, turned on the engine and drove around the block. Returning, Mike gunned the engine and beeped the horn lightly, before entering the garage. They got out, slamming the doors loudly and made a show of opening the trunk and getting out packages to carry into the kitchen; taking their time to do this, and making as much noise as possible. Five minutes later they went into the deserted living room and called for the boys.

        Down the stairs came Timmy followed by Donny dressed in his shorts and T-shirt: both boys putting on little innocent angelic faces as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

 

        Darlene had been disturbed when Janet and Mike had told her about Donny’s little escapade. He had clearly used wet diapers from Timmy’s pail rather than innocently taking a dry set. It was obvious that Donny had felt guilty enough about what he was doing to try and hide it from the Connollys and his parents. This led to a discussion of Donny’s behavior and the bath towel incidents Darlene had discovered. This brought up the subject of diaper fetishes, something Mike and Janet seemed to know a bit about. Mike said that while he thought such behavior could be harmless in and of itself, as a hidden secret it could be a deep source of guilt for a boy growing up. Not only was this not healthy, but it could explain much of Donny’s recent behavior. By the time the conversation was over, Darlene had a strong suspicion that Mike’s knowledge about all of this was more than academic. The Connollys were close friends, however, and she didn’t press them. After all, whatever occurred in their bedroom was their business not hers.

        Darlene discussed what the Connollys told her with Bob, and this led them back to the Internet. As cloth diapers and plastic pants were not available in stores when Donny was little, they had gone to the web to purchase them, and many adult and teen baby sites popped up when they typed “diapers” into Google. At the time these links amused them, but were largely ignored – at least by Darlene. Now they both spent time following them up.

        Two weeks went past, and Donny’s problems at school seemed to multiply. At home he often seemed reclusive and introspective, not responding to his parents without prodding. Schoolwork was going from bad to worse. One day he came home with a note from school that he was being given a one-day suspension for fighting, and for disruptions in class. Worse, he wet his pants in school – apparently as a deliberate act of defiance according to his teacher. It seemed he had asked her repeatedly if he could have a pass to go to the boy’s room, and she had ignored him. He claimed it was an accident cause he couldn’t hold it, but on questioning he admitted that maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough. It created a mess on the floor, and really pissed the teacher off. It was clear to them that this was exactly what he had wanted to do – even if the entire class had called him a pants wetting baby. “They all hate me anyway – so why should I care?”

        Donny had gotten a lot of teasing over the pants wetting incident. But he’d always wondered what it would feel like to wet your pants in front of everybody. He hardly could have chosen a more public venue. It was not the first time Mrs. Smith had ignored him when he needed to go, and after the 4^th time he’d asked he’d decided this gave him an excuse to do something he’d always dreamed about – so he let it go. He felt the warmth spread through his underwear as the front of his pants turned from light to dark blue. The pee ran down his leg onto the floor. Next to him Virginia Willis, noticing the puddle spreading under his desk said “Ooo-gross, Donny peed his pants. The entire class erupted, and Mrs. Smith turned round from the blackboard and looked at him in disgust.

        “I couldn’t help it – you wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom!” His voice carried both defiance and a note of accusation.

        Mrs. Smith glared at the boy. He couldn’t have had to go that badly. He’d done this on purpose. Why did she have to get stuck with this little shit in her class. It didn’t seem like a day could go by without his doing something to disrupt the class – and now this. She could just imagine the principle blaming her and not the boy. Well, that wasn’t going to happen, she’d make sure of that. “Get up and get a mop from the janitor and clean this up!” She shouted. While Donny was out of the room, she got the class to calm down while she organized her thoughts. When he returned, the class snickered at his wet pants as he mopped up the floor around his desk. With a caustic comment she then handed him a note for the principle and sent him out of the room.

        Donny’s mother had had to pick him up from school, and take him home. He’d sat on the plastic bag and towel she’d placed on the car seat, looking completely uncontrite in his wet trousers. If anything, he seemed secretly pleased with his performance. “Negative attention getting.” Had been the phrase the principal had used. She had to agree, but why did Donny feel like this? Was his self-esteem so low that he had to resort to this for attention?

The only time he seemed happy was when he was playing with little Timmy. Nothing seemed to be going right. Different teachers had told Donny’s parents many times that they should put him on ADHD medication. Several of his best teachers, however, had not. It always seemed that this advice came from those like Mrs. Smith for whom teaching seemed to be a job to be tolerated, rather than a work of love. To Darlene and Bob, it looked like she wanted the kid drugged up simply to make her life easier. Concerned about the notorious tendency to medicate boys at the drop of a pin, and the potential adverse affects, this advice had been unwanted and ignored.

Donny sat on the couch glowering; his face red, his eyes wet. He had come home from school with another pile of crumpled incomplete work sheets stuffed in his backpack. His mother had pulled these out and made him sit in at the kitchen table with them instead of letting him go play. He was fed up, tired, and sick of schoolwork. He stubbornly resisted her efforts. Darlene, increasingly frustrated as the boy refused to pay attention, or make the slightest effort, found herself raising her voice until she was almost shouting. This led to Bob coming in from where he’d been listening to the news, irritated at the disruption, and determined to put things right. With both his parents yelling at him, Donny had exploded, and started yelling back. His parents had told him to go to his room. Instead he had stormed into the living room, screaming about how much he hated his teacher, what a witch she was, how she hated him, and was mean to him. It wasn’t his fault. The other kids were cruel, and they picked on him for no reason. He tried to do what the teacher wanted – but he just couldn’t. He tried. He really did. Over and over, he repeated this in an increasing hysterical voice. Finally, his dad pulled back, got very quiet, came over and sat next to him on the couch, folding Donny into his arms. The boy burst into tears. He hated the way the kids treated him he sobbed. Why didn’t he get along with other kids the way they did? Couldn’t he just be normal? “Why can’t I just be like other kids?”

        Cleary things had come to a crisis.

Dr. Richardson thought he’d seen a lot when he met with Donny and his Dad. It didn’t take a battery of tests to see the restless boy squirming in the chair had a world-class case of ADHD. In the course of a 15-minute interview, the boy had a hand continuously in his hair twisting it back and forth, twice gotten up and fiddled with the leaves of the decorative plastic ivy across the room, and finally wandered off to stare out the window. Yet when asked a question, the boy answered with disarming candor, and a degree of understanding and perception much beyond his years. This was a bright kid. He’d seen a lot of kids pass through his office over the years, and many were hardly likeable. Donny, however, was just the opposite, and quite used to boys who didn’t sit still for more than briefest of moments, he could see through the restless and erratic behavior to a genuinely well meaning, thoughtful, intelligent and likeable kid.

        When his assistant came in to take the boy off for the usual tests, he asked Bob to describe Donny’s behavior at home, Bob and his wife’s relationship with their son, and how he interacted with his peers. The conversation took an unusual turn when Bob related Donny’s escapade at the neighbor’s, and their concern about their son’s interest in diapers and baby clothes. It wasn’t at all unusual for boys with ADHD to relate better to younger children than to their immediate peers, but for a ten-year old to prefer the company of a toddler, and to want to dress like one, was a bit unusual.

Donny was scared when he was taken to see Dr. Richardson. But his Dad had told him that this was a doctor that helped kids like him get along better at school. He had reluctantly agreed to a visit, and shortly found himself being ushered in to see a tall, grey haired man with a gentle face. He wore a tan jacket and tie, sat in front of a big desk in a big office: clearly a very important adult. When he introduced himself he looked Donny straight in the eye and shook his hand. His attention was on the boy, not the father, and Donny liked the way the man treated him, and unlike most adults, as an equal partner to the conversation, instead of talking over him to his father. He listened carefully to what Donny had to say, and didn’t seem at all surprised or annoyed when Donny got up and wandered around the room while they talked. After he and his dad sat there awhile, a younger man came into the room. The doctor told him that he was there to take Donny off for some tests. “Don’t worry, we don’t give you any grades here – and no homework!’ the doctor laughed. “I think you will find that most of the tests are fun.”

They were OK; in fact some of them really were fun. He had to answer some multiple-choice questions, and then the assistant had held up funny blotchy pictures and asked him what they reminded him of. There were card games that the guy said tested his memory. Donny couldn’t get very far with those. But at the end of all the tests, the guy had smiled reassuringly at Donny, “You are one smart guy – kid. You did really well.” That made Donny feel pretty good.

When he got back to the doctors office, the doctor told them that he wanted to talk to him alone if it was all right with Donny and his Dad. After his Dad left, the doctor seemed to relax, and smiled at him. “Now we can talk mano-a-mano.” It made Donny feel like this conversation was just between the two of them and was no one else’s business.

Perusing the sheaf of papers that had accompanied Donny back to his office the doctor hummed a bit, whistled, and said: “Looking at these test scores, Donny, you are one bright fellow. You know you have a lot of ability, but I get the picture that you think things are not going so well. What I would like to know is what I might be able to do to help you?”

This took Donny by surprise – up till now everyone simply told him what was good for him – they never asked him what he wanted, much less listened.

“I guess I wish I could have more friends, and I wish I could do better in school and the teacher wouldn’t get mad at me. Why can’t I just be a normal kid?”

“You are a normal kid Donny. I see boys like you every day. But you are a normal kid with a few glitches in your brain that makes it hard for you to focus when people want you to, and to stay still when you have to; and that, I can help you with. We have a medicine that will make it easier for you to behave in class, and to focus on your work when you need to. It will also make it easier to get along with the other kids. Would you like to give it a try?”

This doctor wasn’t telling him what to do – he was giving Donny some say in what was going on in his life! He pondered this. Donny knew people thought he had something called ADHD, and that a lot of other kids took medicine for it. He was tired of being different. Maybe this would change things.

“I guess so.”

“Good!” the doctor grinned at him. “That’s a start, but you are going to also have to learn to control your own behavior. This medicine is a help, but it doesn’t do squat unless you put a lot of effort into doing better yourself – right?”

Donny nodded his head.

“If you decide you don’t like it, all you have to do is tell me, and we’ll stop it. You are in charge.”

Dr. Richardson, paused for a bit to give Donny a chance to reply, and then seeing that the boy was comfortable with the conversation, proceeded on.

“Your parents tell me that you have a friend named Timmy you like to play with a lot. Can you tell me about him?”

“Aah – well, ah -, he’s the neighbor’s kid, and he’s only 4, but he’s really nice. He’s really cute, and for a little guy he’s fun to play with.”

“What kind of games do you play with him.”

“Well he likes to play on the swings in our backyard with me, but I have to be careful not to push him too high, cause he’s just a little guy and you have to take care of little guys a lot. We play trucks in the sand box too – I guess we move a lot of sand around. It’s fun. Sometimes I wrestle with him, not really rough, I even pretend to let him win sometimes. We both like Lego a lot. It just seems nice to be with him, he’s never mean or anything either.”

“Are other boys mean to you?”

“Yah, and I don’t like that very much, so it’s more fun to play with Timmy.”

“Sounds like a nice boy. He seems to be a pretty lucky kid to have a friend like you – do you think he’s a lucky kid?”

“Yah, it seems like nobody ever yells at him, and he can do what he wants most of the time, and he gets to wear neat clothes and stuff.”

“I guess people yell at you a lot, and you have homework, and chores and all kinds of stuff, don’t you? Would it be nice if you didn’t have to do all that and have people tell you what to do all the time?”

“Boy, that would be really nice. Sometimes I wish I could just be a little kid like him. He’s so lucky.”

“So he’s a pretty cute kid too? What makes him so cute?”

“Well he’s just nice. He likes to play little tricks, and giggles a lot, and he’s always dressed in really cute clothes.”

“What kind of clothes does this guy wear anyway Donny?”

“He wears shortalls a lot. He has blue ones and green ones with little sailboats on them. Sometimes he just wears a onsie over his diapers, and I think that’s pretty cute.”

“What makes that so cute?”

“Well his diapers are really thick, cause he wears cloth ones and his Mom puts plastic baby pants on them. He only has to go into the house when he wants, and doesn’t have to use the bathroom all the time.”

“Do you think Timmy likes his diapers?”

“Sure, who wouldn’t – I mean - - -.” Donny suddenly realized that maybe he shouldn’t have said that. He hesitated and looked at the doctor.

The doctor didn’t seem at all concerned by his slip. He just continued: “Yes, little guys have all the fun, and you know, I think a lot of them aren’t too happy when they start to grow up and suddenly they have to go to school, get a lot of homework, and can’t play all the time. Sometimes they wish they could just be little kids again. And it is kind of nice not to have to worry about going to the bathroom, and to get to wear really cute clothes – don’t you think?”

“Yah, I guess so. I guess sometimes I wish I could be a little kid too.”

“Do you think that would be fun?”

“Uh-huh.”

“It would be nice to have your parents treat you like a little guy once in a while – wouldn’t it - kind of nice to be a little kid running around without a care in the world in your diapers and plastic pants? Which do think you would like best, a romper, shortalls, or a onsie?” He laughed.

Donny answered without thinking, “Timmy has this really cool pair of shortalls I like a lot, the lime green ones; I really wish I had some like that.”

Dr. Richardson had pretty much learned what he wanted to know, so he changed the conversation round, covering Donny’s other interests in sports, and rock collecting, and by the time he was finished, the important part of the conversation was buried in a long discussion of his peers, schoolwork, how he got along with his parents. When it seemed right, he brought the conversation to a close, and taking Donny out to the waiting room, handed him back to his father.

Sam Richardson had a lot to consider. The diaper thing was curious, but made sense. If you had no control on your world, if everything came at you at once, if people were always demanding what you could never seem to give – a retreat back to an earlier age could seem like heaven. An age where everyone thought you were cute, where no one asked too much of you, where you wore diapers, and plastic pants and shortalls. Where there were a lot of hugs, and a lot of tickles, and a lot of love. One-thing ADHD kids also responded to, besides drugs, was tactile sensation. Diapers, wet or dry provided kids with a lot of that. In fact, it was clear that a lot of toddlers did not want to be taken out of diapers. It was likely that they often represented an emotional as much as a physical need. Maybe some kids needed that more than others.

        Sam had told Bob and Darlene, when he gave them Donny’s prescription, that he wanted to get back to them about Donny, as he wasn’t all that familiar with his syndrome and he thought that there might be more he could do to help. Two weeks later they had gone in for a consultation, and what he told them and recommended surprised them. Still, in considering it, they had decided he was likely right; particularly after what they had found out on the web. Moreover, another conversation with the Mike and Janet had made clear a course of action that was soon to be put into affect. Mike, in trying to make Darlene and Bob understand what Donny was up against, had come clean as to his own stash of over-sized baby gear to make it clear that this was not something a kid grew out of, and how he had suffered as a boy. Rather than being repulsed, Darlene and Bob had been touched that Mike, in the interests of their own son, would risk telling them all this.

 

As Darlene watched Donny and Timmy play out the window, she had her fingers crossed that this was the right thing to do, and right on cue she heard Janet call the boys in, and saw them disappear into the neighbor’s house.

        When Donny entered the Connolly’s kitchen, Timmy’s mother told him he was having lunch there, and that he would be spending the afternoon with her and Timmy while his parents went shopping. On the table were bowls of tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches – his favorite lunch. He sat down with his toddler friend, and grabbed a sandwich off the plate in the center of the table, munching it down between spoonfuls of soup. When the boys finished, Timmy looked at his mother and said, “Can we play baby again?”

        Donny almost fainted. Timmy must have told his mother what they’d done last month. He sat there, terror spreading across his face.

        “Of course dear, as long as Donny wants to play too. Donny dear, do you want to play baby again with Timmy?” She smiled at him, observing the mix of emotions racing across his face. “Timmy said you had lots of fun last time you played baby, and its OK with us if you want to use his diapers and plastic pants. Only this time dear you can use his dry diapers if you want. I think they would feel much nicer to start with – don’t you?”

        Donny swallowed hard. Timmy’s mother seemed to think it was just fine if he wanted to play baby with her son, and wasn’t upset at all that he’d used his wet diapers! Only in his dreams had he imagined what it would be like to be allowed to run around in diapers. What could he possibly want more? He couldn’t help nodding shyly.

        “OK dear lets go up and get you dressed.”

        Timmy’s mom was going to put him in diapers! His heart raced a million miles a minute as she took him by the hand, and with Timmy following in their wake, brought him up to her son’s room. She picked him up and set him on the diaper table, and then pulled his shorts and underwear down. At ten years Donny was at the age where being naked in front of his parents or their friends was a big deal, the age where growing self-awareness made such exposure unspeakable. He blushed, but lay there despite his embarrassment, trembling. She reached down and got two thick gauze diapers, folded them and slid them under him. It felt so good when she brought them between his legs and over his pee-pee and tummy.

She picked up two diaper pins, commenting on the cute little blue teddy bears on their heads. Donny saw her smile down at him as she pinned him up, “you really like wearing diapers don’t you Donny?”

He nodded weakly, as she continued; “You can wear them over here anytime you want. Just ask: no more hiding and sneaking – OK.” She picked up a pair of the frosty white plastic pants he loved so much, slid them over his feet, and stood him up pulling them up over the diapers and around his waist. She then carefully checked to see that all the cloth was tucked in under the plastic, telling him that she didn’t want any leaks on her furniture or rugs.

Donny gulped. Clearly it was not only OK to wear diapers at the Connollys, but to wet them too! In fact she seemed to expect it.

“OK, now you boys can go off and play, but if you go outside, please stay in the yard.” She gave Donny a pat on his bulging rear end. “Let me know when either of you need a change.”

Go outside! Donny wasn’t sure about that at all. “I think maybe I’ll stay inside Mrs. Connolly. Maybe my parents will see me.”

“Oh Donny, I’m know it would be alright with your parents. But maybe you need some clothes on?”

His parents! Did they know too? “Do my mom and dad know about this?”

“Of course they know, Donny, you would be surprised at what parents know about their boys. Besides, you don’t think we’d let you use Timmy’s diapers and plastic pants without asking your parents first – do you? Maybe now you won’t have to sneak diapers or use towels anymore.”

While Donny digested this information, Janet produced a pair of cute shotalls: lime green with little sailboats on them - clearly too big for Timmy. Donny stood there staring at them in wonder as she undid the snaps in the crotch and pulled them over his head. They were identical to the pair that Timmy was wearing.

“Move your feet apart a little Donny so I can snap you up.”

It was a wonderful sensation as he felt her tug the cloth in between his legs, and the click as each metal snap was pushed together. It made him feel like he really was a toddler. He looked up in wonder at Mrs. Connolly as she unbent and stood in front of him.

“Well, just see you now Donnie, you make quite the big baby boy!”

Looking across the room, he could see himself and Timmy standing there, identically dressed – cute little toddlers.

“What do you think Donny?”

“Gee these are really neat. Where did you get these Mrs. Connolly?” He could hardly believe it; he didn’t even think that they made these for kids his age. He’d always wanted a pair of shortalls just like these but thought it was just wishful thinking. They even had really short legs – the kind it was easy to see a kid’s diapers through when they bent over or sat down in a chair. Just like his friend’s. He knew that anyone seeing him would know just what a baby he was.

“Why your mother sewed those for you – don’t you think they’re cute?”

Donny could only nod his head; his mother had sewed a pair of shortalls for him!

“Now you look just fine, and all ready to go back out and play. Why don’t you two go and use the sand box?”

Down the stairs went the two boys. Donnie waddled a bit in his new outfit, and hesitated when he reached the living room. Mr. Connolly, reading the paper, looked up and saw Timmy. He smiled: “Why don’t you come over and let me have a good look at you?” Blushing a bit Donny stood in front of Mr. Connolly, who had him turn around so he could see the full effect, inspecting him closely. “You look pretty cute Donny, it’s nice for Timmy to have a big baby friend.” Donny blushed a bit, but realized that it was also nice to be dressed in baby clothes in front the Connollys with everyone knowing what a little baby boy he really was. They seemed to think it was just fine. It was the best feeling that he’d ever had.

“You know Donny, you aren’t the only little boy who liked to play baby at your age.”

Donny stared, a quizzical look on his face: “Gee Mr. Connolly, I didn’t know any other kids wanted to do this, do you know any kids like me?”

“One Donny – can you guess who that might be?”

Donny simply shook his head.

 Me! I desperately wanted to wear diapers like you when I was your age.”

Donny stared at Mr. Connolly, “Gee – you liked to wear diapers too?”

“Yep – sure did, but I almost never got to, because I was scared my parents would find out, and think I was weird. You are lucky that Timmy told us you liked to play baby games, and that your parents are OK with it. So now you can whenever you want. In fact, I’m pretty sure your mother is out shopping for some special things for you in that line right now.”

The idea of his parents knowing scared him – but his mother had made him this outfit, so maybe it was OK.

Donny spent one of the happiest afternoons of his life playing at the Connollys with little Timmy; and they took turns watching each other get changed over the course of the day. Donny soaked his diapers so much that he started leaking, and Timmy pointed out to him that the fanny of his shortalls was getting all wet. Knowing all about the kind of fun Donny would enjoy, it was no accident that the Connollys had a lot of soda for the boys, and as a result both were making good use of their diapers. Not able to avoid it any longer, he had headed shyly into the house to quietly ask Mrs. Connolly if she would change him, only to have Timmy run in ahead of him yelling: “Donny needs his dides changed!” Right in front of Mr. Connolly. But it was wonderful to find himself back on the changing table – a ten-year-old toddler boy in a wet diaper. He shivered with pleasure as he was put into fresh diapers. Mrs. Connolly took his wet shortalls and threw them in the washing machine, so he found himself running around in the house in front of Timmy’s parents in only his plastic pants and diapers until they came out of the dryer. While he waited for his outfit, he found himself playing a game on the floor with Timmy and his Dad, who seemed to spend most of the afternoon entertaining the boys. He liked the way Mr. Connolly teased him a bit and told him how cute he looked in his diapers and plastic pants. He was back out in the yard late in the day when he saw his parents car pull back up their driveway, and he quickly went back into the Connolly’s house.

Janet looked at the apprehensive little boy, “Do you want to change back into big boy clothes to go home, or wear what you have on. I bet your mother would like to see your how your new outfit looks.”

It was a shy little boy, dressed in his toddler suit that greeted his mother and father a few minutes later.

That evening, as his mother pinned him up in his new diapers, and put him into a wonderful new snap-waisted sleeper, she smiled down at him; “You know it will be nice to have my little baby boy back now and then. I think he is pretty sweet.”

Donny lay in bed after his mother left; the thick diapers between his legs felt wonderful, and he couldn’t resist sliding his hands over his baby pants, lingering where he felt the little yellow duckies on the ends of the pins through the plastic. He thought about how nice it would be in the morning. His mother had told him just to come down to breakfast in his diapers, and she would change him into his new underwear for school later. He thought about how it would feel coming into the kitchen, dressed in his baby pants and sleeper. He could imagine his Mom and Dad smiling at their cute little boy, diapers bulging; and later lying back on his new changing table as his mother pulled down the plastic pants to reveal what damage her baby boy had done in the night. He liked the idea that each morning his mother would be changing him and helping him dress. It made him feel all cozy and secure. He was excited about his new just-for-school underwear. His mother had held up the training pants for examination after dinner. His father had admired the red trim around the legs, and carefully examining them, commented on the thick layers of terry cloth sewn down their center, and the cute little baby turtles imprinted on the outer layer: “Just like the ones I wore when I was a toddler, you lucky kid.” He could imagine how they would feel at school: “Thin enough that people won’t notice, but thick enough to know you are wearing little boy panties”. They said that his friend Dr. Richardson thought they would be just the right thing to keep a squirmy boy quiet at his desk: something to do with “tactile pacification” – whatever that was. Knowing what he had on under his jeans, and the thought that someone just might notice his pants bulging a bit more than normal was scary. But it was scary-fun. He shivered a little in anticipation just thinking about it. Things had gone better the last two weeks at school with the new medicine, and he thought that maybe Johnny McGetchin was going to be his friend. Even Mrs. Smith seemed to be nicer to him. He actually found himself looking forward to school for a change.

When Donny woke up in the morning, his diapers were wet and he couldn’t ever remember being so happy.