Dudley's Diaper Tale

Part One

	It all began when I was five years old. I had been toilet trained when I 
was a year and a half old. Basically my Mom just put me on the potty after every 
meal and made me stay there until something happened. I think I learned the word 
"potty" before the word "Mommy". I remembered being jealous of my friends that 
still wore diapers. I know that I had a lot of "accidents" because I remember my 
Mom threatening to put me back in diapers. I kept having accidents on purpose in 
the hope that she would, but she just kept scolding me for not making it to the 
toilet on time.
	I started kindergarten when I was five years old. The first day of school 
I wet my pants because the teacher wouldn't let me go to the rest room after 
lunch.
	"You should have gone before, young man," she said. I tried to hold my 
penis to keep the pee in me, but it didn't work. I finally just let go, and 
soaked my pants, my shoes and the floor! The teacher sent me to the nurse who 
called my mother to pick me up.
	"Your first day of school and you wet your pants! I think that I will have 
to put you in diapers again if this keeps up."
	The thing was, I had enjoyed wetting my pants in school. The next day I 
pooped in my pants too, and once more was sent to the Nurse who called my Mom.
	"I have had it!" my Mom said. Without even taking me home first she pulled 
into the supermarket parking lot, and told me to get out.
	"But Mom, I can't go in there like this!" I said.
	"Well you don't seem to mind being at school like this," she scolded. She 
dragged me to the baby aisle, and took her time while other people walked by and 
stared or curled their noses at me. Finally my Mom picked up a jumbo package of 
Pampers, size six. When we got home she made me get into the bathtub with my 
clothes still on. Then she pulled my pants down to reveal a poopy mess! She 
hosed me down with the shower hose, with the pressure on so hard that it 
actually hurt my sensitive spots. Then she threw a towel around me and dragged 
me to my room. There she opened the box of diapers and told me to lie down on my 
bed. She opened up a diaper and picked me up by my two legs to get it underneath 
me. Then she taped it on tight, took all of my pants out of the drawer and told 
me to stay in my room until dinner. I lay there and enjoyed the warm feeling of 
the diaper. Later my Dad came home, and my Mom told me to come downstairs.
	"But Mom, you took all of my pants away!" I objected.
	"That's right. You will wear nothing but a diaper at home until further 
notice."
	My father took one look at me when I came downstairs in just my diaper.
	"Now what is this ridiculous state of affairs?" He asked.
	"You are five years old and in school, and still not potty trained?" I 
hung my head in pretended shame, but all the while I was getting more excited 
about getting to wear diapers again. I decided to make sure that I could wear 
them for quite a while. I repeated my Dad's words in my head.
	"Still not potty trained," over and over. Right then I peed in my diaper. 
It felt so nice and warm on my balls!
	I went to sleep in a fresh diaper and I woke up the next morning with a 
very wet diaper and with my thumb in my mouth.
	"Although I still wet the bed most of the time, I hadn't sucked my thumb 
since I was three. I think that the feeling of the diaper made me feel more like 
a baby and so I reverted to my baby behavior. I went downstairs, still in my 
sodden diaper and proceeded to make myself a bowl of cereal. Just then my mother 
walked in.
	"Did you wet your diaper last night? That diaper looks like it is about to 
explode!"
	"I guess I did wet my diaper, but at least my bed is dry," I said. She 
took out a plastic bag from the cabinet and handed it to me.
	"Go get out of that diaper. Put it in this bag, and shower yourself off. I 
will be up in a while to put a clean diaper on you for school. Imagine a five 
year old needing to wear a diaper to school!" I went up to the bathroom to take 
off my diaper. Before I did, though, I looked at myself in the mirror with the 
diaper on. Then I put my thumb in my mouth again. Boy, did this feel good!
	After my shower, my Mom was waiting for me in my room. She took some baby 
powder that she found somewhere, and sprinkled it liberally on my diaper area. I 
could smell that sweet smell that I had forgotten. I knew the kids a school 
would smell it too.
	"You had better use just the diaper all day today. I don't want you trying 
to pull it down because it will ruin the tapes. I already spoke to the school 
nurse and she will change you at lunchtime. I will give you some extra diapers 
to put in your backpack," she said. I started off to school with my clean, dry 
diaper. Needless to say, it didn't stay that way for long. By the second hour of 
school I really had to pee badly. I couldn't seem to make it come out, though. 
Then I had an idea. I put my thumb in my mouth and started to suck on it. All of 
a sudden, my bladder contracted and my sphincter muscle relaxed. The glorious 
pee began to pour out. I was afraid of flooding the diaper too fast so I slowed 
it down a little. Then I saw the teacher looking at me.
	"Dudley, take your thumb out of your mouth please," she said.
	"I don't want my students acting like babies."
	Some of the other kids began to giggle. The teacher frowned at them and 
said, "I doubt if you are perfect either, so it is not up to you to make fun of 
Dudley." At the end of the hour we each got a carton of milk for a snack. 
Unfortunately I was a bit lactose intolerant, and before long, I had to poop. My 
Mom had told me not to pull my diaper down, so I had to poop in my diaper. What 
came out was a very wet and noisy fart.
	"Oh no!" said one boy.
	"Dudley Poop-Right has done it again." All of the students broke out 
laughing then. I think that the teacher almost laughed but stopped herself in 
time! I was still needing to go, so I did it again. Finally the teacher said, 
"Dudley, I think that you had better go see the nurse."
	I started out of the classroom to see the nurse, and on my way, I pooped 
several more times in my diaper. The poop smelled pretty bad, but I had to 
admit, I loved the way it felt. The school nurse changed my diaper with no 
comment except, "My, you certainly don't have to worry about constipation!" Then 
I went back to class. The teacher then asked the class, "Who knows how to read?" 
A few hands went up, including mine. I actually knew how to read pretty well. I 
learned from Sesame Street and some other shows. Then I started getting books 
from the library, like Green Eggs and Ham, and The cat in the Hat! I liked 
reading even more than watching television. The teacher put some words on the 
blackboard and called on each of us. I got all the words right, of course. The 
teacher looked at me quizzically and then handed me a book. It was called, Hop 
on Pop.
	"Dudley, read this book to the class." My heart was pounding, even though 
I knew that I could easily read the book. Suddenly I wet my diaper again. It 
seemed funny for me, in my wet diaper, to be reading to the whole class. I read 
the book, though, with no trouble at all. I didn't hear any more giggles from my 
classmates that day, even after I messed my diaper again and had to go back to 
the nurse. After school, though, two of the bigger boys in my class were 
standing outside waiting for the bus, and said, "Hey, it's the brainy diaper 
Dud. Hey Dud, is your diaper all poopy again?" I ignored them, but they kept on 
in the same vein. Then, one of them grabbed my shirt and the two of them dragged 
me toward the back of the school. There were some bushes there, and they pulled 
my pants down and untaped my diaper. It was wet and poopy.
	"Oh gross!" they said.
	"What a baby! You should be in nursery school, not kindergarten!" Then 
they left me there. Fortunately, I didn't get my feelings hurt easily, 
especially by bullies like that. I knew that to cry or act scared just 
encouraged them. They left me there and I pulled up my messy diaper and pants 
and went back to the front to catch the bus.
	"Well, how did your first day back in diapers go?, my Mom asked.
	"It was okay, I guess. I read Hop on pop to the class."
	"You were reading to the whole class in a diaper? You see, Dudley, it 
isn't as if you were dumb or something. You should have better control."
	"I'm sorry Mommy," I lied.
	"It smells as if you need a change right now," she said. She handed me 
another plastic bag and told me to shower again. When I had finished, my Mom had 
another clean diaper and told me to lie down on my bed. She had me turn over so 
that she could sprinkle some more of the baby powder on my derriere. Then I 
turned over again and lifted myself up so that she could get the diaper on me 
and not have to pick me up. The clean diaper and the powder felt so good! I 
could hardly wait, though, to get it wet and messy again! I didn't really 
understand it, but everything about wearing and using my diapers gave me a 
special feeling. It made my little penis get bigger and it made me feel all warm 
inside. I reached down and rubbed the front of my diaper. I couldn't remember 
being happier.

Part Two

	Things went along in pretty much the same way for the next two weeks. I 
was in diapers full time, and enjoying it thoroughly. I seemed to be ahead of 
the other kids in reading, writing and other things. One day the teacher called 
my Mom in for a conference to discuss with her why I still wore diapers all the 
time. My Mom was mad at me when she came out.
	"I am ashamed of you. How embarrassing to have to explain why my five year 
old boy is still in diapers!" Later that day she told me that I would miss 
school on Monday to see a doctor. Our family doctor examined me and didn't find 
anything wrong that would have made me need to wear diapers. He suggested that 
my parents take me to another kind of doctor, and come in again in about six 
months. Later that week they took me out of school again and I entered an office 
that didn't look like a normal doctor's office. The doctor told me to wait in a 
room that was filled with toys and games while he spoke with my parents. I 
didn't know it by the playroom had a two-was mirror in it. The doctor was 
watching my every move from his office. He observed to my parents that the toys 
I chose were things like big dump trucks and Fischer Price toys which a toddler 
usually chooses. After a while, the doctor called me in to his office. He asked 
me a lot of questions like, what were my favorite games, what I wanted to be 
when I grew up, and how did I feel now that I was back in diapers. I admitted to 
him that I liked being back in diapers. I told him that the diapers made me feel 
a lot better. After he had talked with me for a while he told me to wait in the 
playroom again while he talked with my parents.
	"Dudley's play preferences are more appropriate for a two year old than a 
five year old. Even though he is above average intelligence, his age identity is 
that of a toddler," the doctor said.
	"For some reason he became fixated at that age, possibly because of his 
early toilet training.
	"But Doctor," my mother exclaimed.
	"I was potty trained at the same age Dudley was. None of my friends wore 
diapers much past the age of two."
	"That is true, but it was a different age," the doctor said.
	" Dudley was forced to give up his diapers earlier than his peers, and 
never reached the point where he chose to be potty trained. My suggestion is 
that you let him stay in diapers until he shows some signs of readiness to be 
trained. Have you ever heard of an infantilist?"
	"No," my mother said. "What is that?"
	"An infantilist is a person who chooses to behave and dress like a baby, 
even when he is an adult. Nobody knows what causes this, but some people believe 
that this is a compulsion which may be caused by being toilet trained too early. 
Dudley may be headed in that direction. If he is, there is nothing either you or 
I can do about it. If you try to force him out of diapers again, he will most 
likely find a way to wear them in secret." Just then, while I was still in the 
playroom, I had to poop. I put my thumb in my mouth and let the poop push its 
way out into my already very wet diaper. Then I began rubbing the front of my 
diaper, not realizing that I was being watched.
	"That is disgusting," my father said. "I don't care what you say. I am 
going to put a stop to this once and for all."
	"Masturbating is very normal behavior for a boy, and is a healthy 
manifestation of his sexuality," the doctor said. "Causing a child to be ashamed 
of his sexuality can have dire consequences in later life." When we got home, 
instead of scolding me as she usually did, my Mom took my hand and led me 
upstairs to the bathroom. She took off my messy diaper and began cleaning my 
bum. When I was clean she took me into my bedroom and had me lie on my bed. She 
powdered me and put a new diaper on me. She looked a little depressed.
	"I'm sorry Mommy," I said guiltily.
	"It's not your fault. Maybe I rushed you out of diapers when you were a 
baby, and that is why you need them now. This time I will let you decide when 
you are ready to be potty trained again." I didn't think that I would ever be 
ready to be potty trained again, but I didn't say so.

Part Three

	The next day at school, there was a new boy in my class. The teacher 
introduced him as, "Michael." He was sitting close to me and I could have sworn 
that I smelled baby powder and other diaper "smells" coming from his direction. 
When lunch time came, he sat as far away from anyone else as he could. Being a 
diaper wearer myself, I could see "diaper lines" showing under his pants. I 
decided that this was someone that I should meet.
	"Hi, Michael. I'm Dudley. Is it okay if I sit with you? The other kids 
mostly don't like me because I am still in diapers."
	"You wear diapers?" Michael exclaimed.
	"Wow! Don't tell anyone, but I still wear diapers too. That is why I 
started the term late. My Mom registered me last Spring, but when I still was 
needing diapers this Fall, she decided to keep me back a year. Then the school 
called and said it was okay for me to come anyway. I am supposed to go to the 
nurse to get changed during lunch."
	"Me, too!" I said.
	"Let's go together!" When Michael and I got to the nurses office there 
were already two other boys waiting.
	"Hi," the boy said.
	"My name is Marty and this is Johnny. Are you two here for a change?" I 
blushed a bit, and answered,
	"Yes, we both are. My name is Dudley and this is Michael. Are you two here 
for the same thing?"
	"Yep," Marty said.
	"We are both confirmed pants-wetters and poopers. We wouldn't be able to 
use a toilet anymore if we tried! We were both trained for a little while, but 
had so many "accidents" that our Moms put us back in diapers. We plan to stay in 
diapers forever!"
	"Wow! That is just like me," I said.
	"Me, too!", said Michael. "I thought I was the only one!"
	"Nope. There are thousands of us. I found something about it on the 
Internet" Marty said.
	Marty and Johnny agreed to meet Michael and me after school. We all lived 
close enough to walk home and we called our mothers to make sure it was okay. We 
just told them that we had met some new friends and wanted to get to know them 
better.
	"What grade are you guys in?" I asked. Marty said,
	"I am in second grade and Johnny is in first grade. We are both in Special 
Ed.
	"Why are you in Special Ed?" I asked. "You guys seem smart ."
	"A lot of kids in Special Ed are smart," Marty said.
	"We are just different, somehow. Some of the kids have Cerebral Palsy, or 
Downs Syndrome. Some have Dyslexia or ADD, and some of us just wear diapers. You 
will probably get moved to Special Ed, too, if you want to keep wearing 
diapers."
	"I don't want to be in Special Ed. Everybody will think I am dumb."
	"Don't worry about what other people think. Special Ed, in our school, is 
really neat! Everybody from Kindergarten through Third Grade, is in the same 
class. We go at our own pace and have two teachers to help out. The kids who are 
good at something get to help the kids who need help. Everybody has something 
they can do, and shares it with the rest of the class. I really like the other 
kids in our class!" Special Ed did sound like fun, but I was worried about what 
my parents would think.
	"They will be even more ashamed of me," I thought to myself. Sure enough, 
after a couple of weeks of being diapered in kindergarten, my parents were 
called in again. The Principal said, "We really feel that Dudley would feel more 
comfortable and make more progress, if he were in Special Ed. Generally, the 
boys who are in diapers do better there. They get extra attention and are not 
ostracized as they tend to be in the regular classes."
	"But Dudley is really smart!" my father objected.
	"I don't want him falling behind in his education. He might have trouble 
getting in college later on if he starts out in Special Ed."
	"Many of the boys in Special Ed classes at this school are very 
intelligent and many of them wear diapers," the Principal said. "I would suggest 
that we try this out for a few weeks, and if Dudley is unhappy or bored, we can 
always move him back."
	"Okay," my Dad agreed, "but I never expected Dudley to be still in diapers 
at five years old, let alone to be in Special Education classes. I thought we 
just had a nice normal son."
	"Don't be too hard on Dudley," the Principal said.
	"By all accounts he is a bright, well-behaved boy. I think you will see 
that he will be much happier in the Special Ed program." I had been waiting out 
in the office during this time, and the Principal called me in and explained 
that I would be moving to Special Ed. I was glad, really, because I could be 
with my new friends. I was also glad to hear that Michael would be joining the 
class, too.

Part Four

	My first day in Special Education was not at all what I thought it would 
be. I expected all the kids to be sort of dumb, but that was not the case. There 
were about twenty students in the class, ranging in age from about five to nine 
years old. As it turned out, all of the students were boys. We had two teachers. 
Mr. Moore taught the older, or more advanced students and Miss Jones taught 
those of us in the lower grades. I saw right away that some of the third graders 
were doing pretty advanced work. Some of the kids were helping other kids out. 
The majority of the students appeared to be wearing diapers, and some even had 
snap-legged overalls to facilitate diaper changes. Several were sucking their 
thumbs, including Marty and Johnny. After I had a chance to look around, Miss 
Jones called me over so that she could .evaluate my academic skills,. She gave 
me some puzzles to do and showed me letters and words to see if I knew what they 
meant. When she saw that I could already read, she brought out some books to see 
what my reading level was.
	"My, Dudley," she said.
	"You are a good reader! You will be a big help to the other students. You 
are already on about a 2nd grade level in reading. Your math is about on a 1st 
grade level, which isn't bad since you are only in Kindergarten. I think you 
will find that you learn a lot in this class and have fun at the same time. Most 
of the boys here wear diapers, too, so you should feel right at home." Later 
that morning, the cafeteria delivered the milk snacks which were supposed to 
keep us alert until lunch. As the milk was passed out, I saw to my surprise that 
some boys were getting baby bottles! I was even more surprised when both Michael 
and I were handed a baby bottle, too. Miss Jones said, "I hope you boys don't 
mind, but we didn't know if you would prefer a carton, or a nurser, so we 
ordered you each a nurser. If you want to switch, just tell the person who 
collects the bottles and he will see to it that you get cartons from now on.
	"A lot of boys feel more relaxed in school if they can suck on a nurser 
for a while."
	We each sucked on our bottles, and we did indeed feel more relaxed. I knew 
that I wasn't going to ask to be switched to a carton. The sucking made my 
bladder contract and soon my diaper was soaked. Also, milk often made me poop, 
so it wasn't long before my diaper was loaded! I was pretty stinky, but nobody 
said a word about it.
	As the months rolled by, I really enjoyed my Special Ed classes, and made 
many new friends. I showed no signs of "readiness" to be toilet trained. On the 
contrary, I found that most of the time I was peeing automatically, without even 
intending to, and even my poop would often start to come out all by itself. One 
day my Mom was changing my diaper and I started peeing while she was changing 
me.
	"Dudley! Stop that! What do you think you are doing?" she asked.
	"I'm sorry Mommy. I didn't mean to do it." A few days later, my Mom took 
me out of school to go to the doctor.
	"He has even less control now than the last time we saw you!", my mother 
said to the doctor.
	" Well, help Dudley get undressed, and put this sheet over him. I will 
examine him again." My mother did as she was told and then the doctor came in. 
He raised the sheet to examine my penis, and again, I started peeing, 
involuntarily.
	"Dudley, did you mean to do that?" the doctor asked.
	"No. It just happened," I said. The doctor took a urine sample and some 
blood for testing, and then told my Mom to come into his office while I stayed 
in the play area of the waiting room.
	"I am going to test his urine and blood to see if Dudley's kidney function 
is all right. If you like I can refer him to a urologist who can test his 
bladder and sphincter muscles. I suspect, though, that this is part of his 
developmental problem. His brain and his bladder and bowel muscles just may be 
out of sync. This happens with some children. Some of them outgrow it, and some 
of them have to wear diapers forever," the doctor said.
	"Forever!" exclaimed my mother. "Are you saying that my son will need to 
wear diapers forever?"
	"We don't know that yet," said the doctor.
	"He may outgrow this. It could be this year, or next year, or a few years 
from now. I think that you have to be aware, though, that this condition may be 
permanent."
	"I don't know how to handle this," my mother said. "Why, the largest size 
pampers are already too small for him. What can I use to diaper him?" she asked.
	"I would suggest some youth size Attends," the doctor said.
	"I can write you a prescription for them. I will write the diagnosis as
	"Juvenile Functional Incontinence" and your medical insurance may pay for 
them. Here is the name and address of a good medical supply store in your area. 
You might also like to get some cloth diapers for when Dudley is at home. Many 
boys find them more comfortable." We stopped at the medical supply store on the 
way home. To our surprise, there was a whole section devoted to boys who wore 
diapers. Not only were there diapers, but also overalls with snap legs, like I 
had seen a few of my classmates wear. The nurse liked them because they made 
diaper changes easier. They also had something they called "Fiveseys" for kids 
my age. They had them all the way up to "Tensies." My mothers eyes got very 
wide. A salesman came up to her and asked,
	"May I help you?"
	"Well, my boy needs some diapers. I have a prescription from our doctor."
	"I see," he responded. "Does he prefer cloth or disposable?"
	"So far we have only used disposables, but we would like to try some cloth 
ones, too. Dudley is wearing Pampers, size 6 ,but he is too big for them now."
	"I think that Attends Youth size, will be perfect for him. Let me give you 
a sample and you can change Dudley in the back dressing room to see if it is a 
good fit. Meanwhile I will get out some samples of cloth diapers for you to look 
at."
	My Mom changed me into the sample Attends in the dressing room. It was a 
perfect fit and felt great! It did make my pants pretty tight, though. Next, the 
salesman brought out some cloth diapers and plastic pants. The diapers were 
really thick! Also, unlike department store baby diapers, they were very soft.
	"We have regular and extra thick," the salesman said.
	"I would advise getting the extra thick, because it cuts down on the need 
for multiple diapers." We looked at all of them and I liked the extra thick 
plain white diapers and the clear plastic pants. My Mom put some aside to buy, 
and then the salesman brought out a case of Attends.
	"I can sell you just one package if you prefer," he said, "but it is much 
more convenient to buy the whole case. Most parents of boys Dudley's age find 
that their sons go through diapers pretty fast." My mother bought the case of 
Attends and some cloth diapers with plastic pants. As we left, I could feel the 
new Attends diaper on me. It felt much bigger and thicker that the baby diapers. 
I could hardly wait to get home and look at myself in the mirror, and also to 
try on my new extra thick cloth diapers!
	"I see you've graduated," said Marty the next day at school.
	"What do you mean?" I asked.
	"Well, your pants are really tight and I can tell that you aren't wearing 
Pampers any more. Are you wearing Youth size Attends, like me?"
	"Yep," I replied.
	"My Mom bought them for me yesterday. She bought me some cloth ones, too."
	"You've arrived, my little friend," Marty said.
	"When they buy you cloth, they expect you to be in diapers for a while."
	"It must be something my doctor said, because ever since I saw him 
yesterday, my Mom and Dad have been really nice to me, and not scolding me about 
wearing diapers. I even sucked my thumb in front of them all day, and they 
didn't say a word."
	"Dudley, your parents are 'No -Toilet- Trained now,'" Marty said, and we 
both laughed.

Part Five

	It was April, and it was my birthday. My Mom had invited Michael, Marty 
and Johnny over to celebrate. I came home from school and everybody was waiting 
for me. My Dad had even come home from work early. My parents handed me my 
presents, and from the look of the packages I could tell they were clothes. I 
opened the first one and it was a new, and bigger pair of blue jeans. I could 
barely zip the ones I had, so I was happy to get them. I opened the other big 
one and it was a pair of overalls with snap legs and crotch, like some of the 
other kids in my class wore. I couldn't believe it! It seemed that both my 
parents had accepted my diapered ways. There was one package left and I opened 
it. Inside were two "sixies". One had pictures of cars, and the other had 
baseball bats, balls and caps. My friends each gave me some diaper- related 
gifts. Marty gave me some cowboy diaper pins, and Michael gave me some Race Car 
diaper pins. I never did figure out where they found them.
	"I hope you don't mind getting just clothes for your birthday, Dudley," my 
Mom said.
	"No, Mom. These are great!" I replied. After dinner we had ice cream and 
cake. The cake had a boat on it and six candles. I made a wish that things would 
always be this good. At the end of the school year, I was reading at the third 
grade level, and my math was at second grade level. My teachers asked my parents 
for permission to have me skip first grade and be promoted to second grade. I 
was in the same class, of course, but had more instruction from Mr. Moore, who 
taught the older kids. One good thing about this was that we had computer 
lessons, and I learned how to surf the Internet. My parents gave me permission 
to use our home computer for that purpose, and they put a content filter on it. 
My parents told me that the reason for the filter was that even if I were not 
trying to see things that were about sex and violence, it is possible to get on 
a site like that by mistake. Marty came over to help me get the hang of it, and 
showed me some Web sites that were designed for pre-teen boys who still needed 
or chose to wear diapers. I was amazed that there were so many of us! Since we 
were in Special Ed, it was believed that we needed more concrete examples in 
order to learn properly than the kids in regular classes, so Mr. Moore brought 
in local people from various industries to give us demonstrations. We had a 
computer scientist who showed us., in a simplified way, how computers work. He 
also showed us some shortcuts for getting around on the Internet. One week, we 
even had someone in the diaper manufacturing field come and show us how 
disposable diapers were made.! Good old Mr. Moore! Now that I was in Second 
Grade, I asked my Mom if I could have Marty sleep overnight with me. My Mom said 
it was okay if we didn't stay awake all night or eat so much that we got sick! 
Since I only had a small bed, Marty and I decided to sleep in our sleeping bags. 
We zipped our bags together, and then we turned off the light in my room and 
just used flashlights. Then we told ghost stories, except, these ghosts all wore 
diapers!. Finally we were both sleepy and we got in our zipped-together sleeping 
bag and lay down. As I was starting to go to sleep, I felt Marty snuggling up to 
me. Then we put our arms around each other and rubbed the fronts of our diapers 
together When we awoke the next morning, we were still intertwined.
	"Well, if it isn't Dudley, the Diapered Dummy," said Peter, a boy that I 
recognized as the bully who had picked on me when I was in regular Kindergarten. 
He had his friend, Chuck, with him and as I tried to walk around them, they 
managed to trip me.
	"What's the matter, poopy pants? Didn't you learn to walk yet?" he said. I 
tried to get up, but they both kept knocking me down.
	"You are a real brave guy, Peter. Why don't you tell your buddy to leave, 
and make it more even," I said.
	"Oh, is the baby going to fight me? Do they teach you how to fight in 
Special Ed?"
	"Actually, they teach us a lot of things that I'll bet you don't know," I 
replied. The two of them kept forcing me down when I tried to get up. Finally, I 
just sat down, and stayed there.
	"If you guys want to stay here all day and do this, go ahead." They didn't 
know quite how to respond to that. Peter said, "Oh the heck with him. He is just 
a diaper moron anyway." Then they walked away. I told Marty about it and he said 
that guys like that usually end up getting what they deserve. Sure enough, a 
couple of weeks later, Peter was escorted into our class.
	"Boys, say hello to Peter," Miss Jones said. "He will be joining our class 
this year."
	"Oh no!" I said to Marty.
	"We need him like a hole in our diapers!" Marty said,
	"Don't you get it? The bully who was calling us morons is here himself! He 
won't be able to call you dumb anymore, because you are one of the smartest kids 
in the class!" Sure enough, Miss Jones called me over and said, "Dudley, would 
you please help Peter with his reading? He needs some extra attention in that ." 
I wanted to say no, but if Peter was going to be in our class, he deserved the 
same help that I would give any other kid, so I agreed. Peter was definitely not 
crazy about the idea, though.
	"I'm not letting that diaper freak teach ME how to read!" Peter said.
	"Peter, that is not the way students refer to one another in this class," 
Miss Jones said.
	"Dudley has been kind enough to offer to help you. If you don't want his 
help, then you can have a sit out at the corner desk in front of the class."
	"I would rather sit out forever than let him teach me," Peter said.
	"As you wish, Peter. You will sit out until you can manage to have an 
attitude change," Miss Jones said. Peter sat out and watched the class for four 
days. He watched us helping each other and having a good time, and he began to 
feel very left out. Finally he raised his hand.
	"Miss Jones," He said.
	"Could I have one of the older boys help me with reading?" he asked.
	"Dudley is one of our best readers, and also a good teacher. He can show 
you to read as well as anybody in the class," Miss Jones replied.
	"If you can't read, you will have a terrible time in all areas of your 
life, young man," she added.
	"Okay," Peter said.
	"I'll try it. But he had better not make any wise cracks."
	As I started to help Peter with his reading, I noticed that he got 
confused on small words like "on" and "no." Some of the other kids in the class 
did the same thing, I told him to skip the little words and showed him how to 
sound out the long ones. After a while he began to make progress, and somewhere 
along the way, he became less hostile to me.

Part Six

	One day after school I asked Marty, "Why do almost all the boys in our 
class wear diapers?"
	"Well, some of them are like you and me, and just like wearing them, and 
some need to wear them for some physical reason. Some boys come into the class 
not wearing diapers, but see how the rest of us enjoy them, and after a while 
they start having "accidents" and find that they "need them" too," Marty said.
	"Do you think that will happen with Peter?" I asked him.
	"I don't know. Peter is a tough case. Maybe we can sort of "help him" 
along."
	"What do you mean?" I asked him.
	"Wait and see," Marty replied. The next day, Marty signaled me to follow 
him. He opened up a book bag and took out a fresh disposable diaper. Then he 
opened the closet where each of us had a cubby hole where we kept our books. 
Marty put the diaper in a plastic bag and placed in with Peter's books.
	"Now we will see if he will take the 'Bait'," Marty said mysteriously. 
Later, while the others were eating lunch, Marty and I went back to the closet. 
The diaper was gone! The next day, we put three diapers in my cubby hole. It was 
right next to Peter's. Later, we checked and there were only two there! I could 
see what Marty was trying to do, and I wondered how it would turn out. We did 
the same thing every day for two weeks, and we began to notice a telltale 
"bulge" in Peter's pants. The next week, we didn't put any diapers where Peter 
could get them. After a few days, Peter raised his hand and told Miss Jones that 
he had an "accident." Now, this was not an unusual occurrence in our class and 
unlike the regular classes, they never sent us home when it happened. The school 
nurse gave him a pair of the spare pants to wear that she kept just for our 
class. Oh yes, first she put a diaper on him! The teacher sent a note to Peter's 
Mom to explain why he was wearing a diaper. Next week the same thing happened 
three times and Miss Jones sent a note to Peter's mother suggesting that perhaps 
Peter should have a medical check-up. Peter's Mom took him to the doctor, but 
the doctor didn't find anything wrong.
	"Perhaps this is emotional," the doctor said.
	"You say that Peter has been placed in the Special Education program at 
school. He might feel some humiliation because of that which is causing him to 
wet his pants."
	"But, what can I do about it?" Peter's mother asked. "It might be best if 
you put him in diapers for a while," the doctor said.
	"Diapers, at six years old!" Peter's mother said angrily.
	"If it isn't one thing with you, it is another."
	Peter's mother bought him some
	"Goodnites," so that he could change himself. After they leaked a few 
times, she bought him some plastic pants to wear over them. Peter was a bit 
ambivalent about wearing diapers. He loved the way they felt but was afraid of 
what his old bully friends would say when they found out. Naturally, they did 
find out.
	"Hey, Pete, wait up!" said his old friend Chuck.
	"Whatcha been up to in your new class. Are you keeping all the dummies in 
line? Hey----What's that smell? Did you step in something? Oh no! Not you Peter! 
You're not wearing diapers!"
	"None of your business Chuck!" Peter said.
	"You tell anybody and I'll mop up the floor with you. I can still fight, 
you know."
	"Okay, sure Pete, sure," Chuck said.
	"Don't worry man, I won't tell a soul." Naturally, Chuck told all his 
friends about Peter wearing diapers. The next day while he was on his way to 
school, three of them surrounded him.
	"Does ooh Petums need his didee changed? Did he go poopies again?" Peter 
stood his ground.
	"You should try it sometime guys. It'll give you a woody, probably the 
first you ever had!" Then before they had a chance to react, he jabbed one of 
them with his elbow, kicked the second one in the shin, and pulled the third one 
down to the ground.
	"It so happens I like diapers. If any of you have a problem with that, and 
want to make trouble, you know where I am," Peter said. One of the other kids in 
our class saw the whole incident and told us about it.
	"Maybe Peter isn't such a bad dude after all," said Marty. Peter's reading 
was improving so rapidly that they were thinking about putting him back in 
regular classes.
	"Peter," Miss Jones said.
	"Peter, your reading is now up to grade level, so Mr. Moore and I have 
decided that you can go back to regular classes."
	"But I like this class, Miss Jones," Peter said.
	"Do I have to go back?"
	"Well, no, Peter, "she said.
	"You are welcome to stay here if you like. I am pleased with the progress 
that you are making here.
	" Peter told me what Miss Jones said, and added,
	"I guess you are a pretty good teacher after all, Dud." Marty and Michael 
were planning on coming over to my house after school that day. At lunchtime I 
said to them,
	"You know, I think that Peter might be lonely. Would it be okay with you 
guys if I asked him over after school with you guys?. He has turned into a 
pretty okay guy."
	"Sure. I was thinking the same thing," Marty responded.
	"It is amazing what a little
	"Special Ed" will do for a guy!"

The End