SEEMS JUST LIKE OLD TIMES

	My story begins like many others. I was forcibly potty 
trained at a very young age, and as a result, my ability to 
be dry at night wasn't quite as good as it needed to be. My 
mother used cloth diapers and felt children had to be 
completely train by 18 months. She just would not accept 
the fact I wasn't wetting the bed on purpose, and decided 
it was best to punish me for it. Mom was one of those 
"punishment should fit the crime" people, and for that I 
paid dearly. I don't remember much about the younger years, 
but the years after age four were very clear. Looking back 
on my life I would have probably been much different if she 
had been more patient with me.
	Whenever I woke up with a wet bed she would get very 
angry and tell me to go to my room. There I had to remove 
my pants, underpants and socks, and that she'd be in to 
talk to me in a while I would sit on my bed and wait for 
her to come up. Sometimes she'd make me wait for hours, 
just sitting there in my room bare-bottomed. I guess that 
was to make me sit and think about how bad I had been. Once 
she'd finally come to my room she would lecture me and then 
spank me very hard with a belt. Then she would go about 
putting me in a cloth diaper and plastic pants. She would 
always make a big deal out of putting a diaper on me. I was 
always told that big boys didn't wet the bed, and that only 
babies wore diapers. She'd always fold the diapers together 
in front of me making sure its was at least three diapers 
thick. I was always diapered just like you would a baby, 
with my ankles being held together and lifted up while a 
diaper was slid under me. She also always made a big deal 
out of showing me the little duckies or bunnies on the 
safety pins, which I felt she did to add the whole event.
	I would lay on my bed and cry as I was diapered . Once 
properly diapered she would take me by the hand and lead me 
around the block in just my diaper and T-shirt. I would be 
crying hysterically by the time we would get back home. My 
friends would all laugh at me and only make matters worse. 
My diaper punishment would usually last around a week. I 
was diapered 24/7 during my punishments. During diaper 
punishment, I would have to remove my pants to go play with 
a friend if it was summer. If we were at a family gathering 
she made me pull down my pants and show everyone my 
diapered behind, telling everyone how I had wet the bed. I 
can still remember the look of embarrassment my grandmother 
had every time I had to show her my diapers. If I had to go 
to the bathroom while being punished, I would have to ask 
my mother to remove my diaper, so I could go potty. I would 
go potty and then have to go to her to get rediapered.
	Wetting a diaper, while being punished, or having a 
daytime accident, by wetting my pants, was a whole 
different ballgame. She would do something called remedial 
potty training for this offense. When she would put me into 
her remedial potty training, she would either diaper me and 
tell me I had to wet it, or if I already had a diaper on 
she would leave me in it for hours until it was drenched. I 
wasn't allowed to use the toilet and had to do all my 
potties in my diapers. She would leave me in a wet and 
soiled diapers until I had developed a bad diaper rash and 
then spank me. Boy did I hate getting spanked while I had 
diaper rash. I can still remember how nasty it felt to have 
a completely soiled and soaked diaper on my bottom for 
hours on end. She felt that the only way for me to learn 
was to understand how it felt to be cold and wet, with a 
dirty lump in the back of my diaper. Poop all smashed and 
crusted to your butt is really gross!!
	I would beg her to change me but she never would until 
she was good a ready. She would just laugh at me and tell 
me I had earned it. Remedial potty train would last for a 
month and I was diapered full time. I also had to hand wash 
all my own diapers in the toilet until she felt they were 
clean enough. I had a special butter knife under the sink 
to scrap the poop out of the diapers and then I had to 
rinse then in the toilet. Once she felt they were clean 
enough she'd get out the old-fashioned wash bucket and make 
me scrub them on the wash board until they were snow white 
again. Then I would have to hang them out to dry on the 
clothes line outside. The last week of remedial potty 
training consisted of sitting on a potty chair for three 
hours at a time for three times during the day . A total of 
nine hours a day sitting in the bathroom on a potty chair. 
I learned that cleaning the potty seat was much easier than 
cleaning diapers, so I would take full advantage of the 
potty seat anytime I could. Every time I was released from 
the potty chair I was promptly diapered and sent outside to 
play with my friends, or if it was late I got to go to bed.
	The only exception to these rules was during the 
school year. Homework came first and I was not sent to 
school in diapers. After I would get home and do my 
homework, she would promptly diaper me and make me follow 
all the rules of either remedial potty training or just 
plain diapers for wetting the bed, depending on which 
punishment I had deserved.
	There were however, two exceptions to her not 
diapering my for school. The first time was when I was in 
fourth grade. I was in class and had to go pee really 
badly. I raised my hand and asked the teacher if I could go 
to the bathroom. She told me I was going to have to wait 
and a short time later I could no longer hold it and I lost 
control of my bladder and peed all over myself. My teacher 
sent me to the nurse and the nurse called my mother. She 
told the nurse not to get me cleaned up, as she would be 
there shortly.
	Mother kept her word and arrived a short time later, 
with a bag of stuff. She asked the nurse if she could talk 
to me in private. The nurse excused herself and left. I was 
shaking and very scared of what my mother might do. She 
told me that she had laid out the belt on my bed and I 
would be getting a spanking when I got home from school. In 
the meantime, since I had wet myself like a little baby, it 
was clear to her that I needed to be diapered . She opened 
up the bag a started getting out my diapers and plastic 
pants. .I begged and pleaded for her to please reconsider. 
Mom only laughed at me as she laid out the stuff she 
needed. I was crying like a little baby as she pulled down 
my wet pants and underpants. As she told me to lay down on 
the sick bed I felt my whole body go numb. I almost fell on 
the bed as my knees felt weak. I just could believe she was 
going to diaper me right there in school!
	It finally became clear she was going though with this 
as she pick up my feet by the ankles and slid the folded 
diapers under me. I was a wreck, crying loudly as she 
pulled the diaper up between my legs and fastening it 
tightly at each side with the yellow bunny safety pins. The 
plastic pants sent me into a cold sweat. The only thing 
that made me feel any better was a pair of overall jeans 
she pulled out of her bag of tricks. They would at least 
hide the outline of my diaper. Once I was redressed mom 
patted me on the behind and told me to go back to class. I 
asked her if she was kidding, but just like everything else 
mom said she meant it. I went back to class and sat very 
quietly in my seat hoping not to attract attention. I made 
it though that day with out no one noticing my diapers. 
Thank god!!!.
	The second time I was sent to school in diapers, I 
wasn't so lucky. I had spent the weekend at my mother's 
best friend's house Jeanie. She wasn't my actual Aunt, but 
had been around since I was born and everyone called her my 
Aunt. My mother had had to go out of town to a funeral and 
I got to stay at my Aunts house. I really liked her before 
that weekend. My mother dropped me off after school and I 
went in and started playing with Aunt Jeanie's sons. They 
were 4 and 8 years old. We had supper and played with 
matchbox cars right up until bedtime. I was shown my room 
for the weekend and went in and got my P.J.'s on and went 
to bed. Sometime around three a.m. I remember having a 
dream about standing around a camp fire and I was peeing in 
it.
	A short while later I was awakened to the all too 
familiar feeling of a cold wet bed. I was in a panic. I got 
up and ran to the bathroom. I got a towel to try and dry 
the bed with, and must have been making too much noise, 
because, shortly Aunty Jeanie was standing in the doorway 
watching me. She startled me when she asked what I was 
doing. I started cry and told her I must have wet her bed. 
She went completely sideways on me and was yelling at me 
like I never heard her yell before. She told me I was 
disgusting and that she was calling my mother to tell her 
right now. I knew then I was in for it big time. I ran 
after her and begged her not to make the call, but she just 
wouldn't listen to me. When my Mother heard what I had 
done, she immediately ask her if she had any diapers she 
could put on me. Since Aunt Jeanie's boys had been potty 
trained for at least two years, she said she didn't think 
she did. Aunt Jeanie went upstairs to her youngest son's 
room and dug in his closet, all the time talking to my 
mother. I was praying she wouldn't find any, but after a 
long search she managed to find a half empty box of 
Pampers. My heart sank as she pulled the box out of the 
closet. She told my Mother she had some Pampers and my 
Mother asked to speak to me on the phone. I was crying as 
she handed me the phone. My mother told me I was to be very 
ashamed of myself, and if I gave Aunt Jeanie and trouble, 
she would make sure I paid for it when she got home.
	I handed the phone back to Aunt Jeanie and the two of 
them talk about what was going to happen to me. They said 
their good bye's and hung up. The second Aunt Jeanie put 
down the phone, she grabbed me by the collar and drug me to 
the kitchen, grabbed a wooden spoon and took me back to the 
guest room. I was still in my wet pajamas. But not for much 
longer. She sat down on the bed, pulled me over her knees, 
ripped down my pajama bottoms and underwear and proceeded 
to blister my backside with the wooden spoon. I kicked and 
screamed as each swat assaulted my bottom. After around 
twenty swats, She picked me up and lay me down on the bed 
on my back. I was crying and rubbing my now flaming 
backside as she went to the corner and retrieved one of the 
large pampers from its box. When she came back to the bed 
Aunt Jeanie opened the pamper up and showed it to me. She 
talked baby talk to me as she grabbed my feet by the ankles 
and lifted my butt off the bed, and slid the pamper under 
me. I heard it crinkle as I was lowered onto it and shortly 
there after found myself snugly taped into my first ever 
pamper. I immediately noticed how much noise the pamper 
made as I moved around on the bed. Aunt Jeanie laughed at 
me and told me It was a good thing I was still kind of 
small, and if I had been much bigger the pamper may not 
have fit me. She said, " I hope you like the Pampers 
because your going to be wearing one for the rest of your 
stay with me."
	The bed I was sleeping in was wet so she told me she 
was going to make me sleep in a portable crib she had 
stored in the attic. She left the room and returned a short 
while later and set up the crib she had retrieved from the 
attic. My pajama bottoms where still wet so she made me 
sleep in the crib with just my P.J. top and my Pamper. I 
cried myself to sleep that night. The next morning I woke 
up hoping the previous night was just a bad nightmare but 
as I opened my eyes I saw the slats on the crib I was 
sleeping in and worst of all, As I moved I heard the 
rustling of my Pamper.
	I sat up in my crib and looked down at the Pamper I 
was wearing and was disgusted that my bladder had shamed me 
again. I began to think I never was going to stop wetting 
beds and began again to cry. I could hear my Aunt's boys 
outside of my room and before I could cover myself with a 
blanket both boys burst into the room.. Both of their 
mouths dropped open as they saw me in the crib, in just a 
Pamper and my P.J. top. The oldest of the boys, Greg, was 
firing questions at me about my attire. I told him to mind 
his own business. My Aunt must have been in the hall 
because she came in and told the boys why I was dressed 
that way. She told them that I had wet her brand new 
mattress and that grown boys didn't wet the bed. Since I 
was obviously just a little boy it was clear that I needed 
diapers. Both boys laughed, making several comments about 
me, and Aunt Jeanie joined right in, telling both her boys 
she was sure happy they weren't like me. For about the 
hundredth time I cried, sobbing big tears. Aunt Jeanie came 
over to me and picked me up out of the crib and took me 
downstairs for breakfast. I was in no mood to eat and when 
she a sat glass of milk down by me I swatted it over. She 
just shook her head and told me I was only making it worse 
on myself and ordered me to go sit on the couch and wait 
for her. Both boys made jokes as I waddled my way into the 
living room. My diaper crinkled loudly with each step, and 
was a painful reminder the entire way.
	A short while later She came in and said since I was 
also unable to handle drinking from a big boy glass she was 
going to feed me from a baby bottle and ordered me to come 
and get in her lap. Feeling like I had just lost a war I 
went and sat in her lap. She laid me down and put the 
bottle to my lips. I opened my mouth and took in the 
bottle. As I started sucking from it, it became clear that 
it wasn't milk, but instead was infant formula. I stopped 
sucking only to be told I had better finish my bottle if I 
knew what was good for me.
	After I finished my bottle I felt the calling of 
mother nature, so I asked Aunt Jeanie to remove my diaper. 
She told me it was going to work that way. She was only 
going to take off my diaper if it needed changed and that 
the bathroom was off limits to me. My heart sank. I tried 
to hold it but in another hour or so I lost that battle and 
flooded my diaper. Aunt Jeanie found my wet diaper in about 
another half hour and promptly changed me into a clean one. 
After my diaper change she took me and the other two boys 
to the store for some pants that would fit over my diapers 
better, because she found the pants I had brought with me 
would barely fit over the bulk of my diaper. We went to 
Sears and she tried pants on me right in the aisle showing 
the whole world my diapers. I wanted to die when a lady 
came up and asked how old I was. My Aunt told her I was 
ten.. The lady looked surprised and said I could pass for 
six and that she thought six was a little old not to be 
potty trained, but ten was terrible. She got down on her 
knees and took my face in her hand and told me I had better 
try harder to get potty trained or no woman would ever want 
me. Both my Aunt and the lady laughed, The lady stood up 
and she patted me on the diapered behind and left.
	My Aunt's boys were laughing at what they had both 
witnessed. We continued looking for pants, and found a 
couple pair of jeans with elastic in the waist and some 
sweat pants. After she found me some pants we went to the 
sleepwear department. There she found a couple of blanket 
sleepers with feet and zippers that went from ankle to 
chin. One was bright yellow and had Winnie The Pooh 
embroidered on the chest. The other was baby blue and had 
Elmo on it. On the way out of the store we stopped in the 
baby department where she bought a Nuk pacifier and a teddy 
bear with little rattles in it. It was around two P.M. When 
we got back to her house.
	She told me all babies need to take naps, so after she 
gave me a bottle, she was making me take one. I was dressed 
in one of my blanket sleepers and given a bottle and then 
laid down in my crib for a nap. Aunt Jeanie put the teddy 
bear in my crib with me and held out the pacifier for me to 
put in my mouth. I lay there and fell asleep for around and 
hour. The rest of the weekend was more of the same thing. 
She and her boys made fun of me the whole time.
	When Monday morning came I expected to get a pair of 
underpants for school and woke up happy because of it. Aunt 
Jeanie had another plan. She gave me a morning bottle and 
after that took off my sleeper and diaper. I was told to go 
get a bath and return to the living room when I finished. I 
took a short bath and returned to find her waiting in the 
living room with a stack of clothes for me. There was a 
pair of light blue sweat pants and a sweat shirt that went 
with it, a pair of sock and large Pamper sitting to the 
side. Her boys were in the living room waiting to watch her 
dress me. I protested the second I saw the Pamper. I told 
her there was no way I was wearing that to school. She 
grabbed the phone and said "fine then we will just call 
your mother and ask her what she wants us to do."
	Knowing I couldn't win I sighed and went over and lay 
down on the couch by her. I pleaded with her not to send me 
to school in a Pamper because there was no way I could hide 
it from my classmates. My begging fell on deaf ears as she 
diapered me. Once I was diapered she put my sweat shirt on 
and then my socks. Finally She had me stand up so I could 
step into my sweat pants. After she pulled them up she 
patted me on the bottom and laughed. I took two steps and 
heard just how loud my Pamper was under my sweats. There 
was no way in hell I was going to be able to hide this. 
Greg, her oldest son was watching for the bus and yelled 
that it was coming down the street. We had to run to catch 
it and Greg got a big laugh listening to my diaper as I 
ran. When we got to school I got off the bus and went to 
class hoping to beat everyone there.
	When I entered the room there was already ten kids 
there and I had to walk right past them to get to my desk. 
As I walked by them one girl noticed right away and asked 
me if I had a diaper on. I just laughed it off and told her 
no. Her desk was near mine and she watched me all morning 
,and from time to time would ask me if I was sure I wasn't 
wearing a diaper. I sat as still as I could until lunch. My 
teacher must have thought I was sick because I usually was 
a very active boy. Many days I was told to sit down or be 
quiet , but today I was as quiet as a church mouse. During 
the walk to the lunch room a couple more kids noticed my 
crinkling pants and several of them started laughing. After 
lunch was recess and I knew I was going to get teased 
during it. I went to a far off corner hoping to get away 
from everyone. It didn't work and I found myself surrounded 
by my classmates. One of the bullies came up to me and 
said, "the whole class thinks your wearing a diaper." I was 
still trying to deny that, so as a group they tackled me 
and took of my sweat pants. I wanted to cry. All the girls 
laughed and said I looked cute. The boys took my sweat 
pants and threw them in the woods by the playground. One of 
the girls took my shoes and tied little bells into my laces 
and knotted them so tight I could take them off. The bell 
rang and everyone ran for the door I was left standing 
there in my sweatshirt and diaper. I ran to the woods and 
got my sweat pants, put them on and went back to class. By 
the time I got there the class had told my teacher and she 
meet me at the door. I was crying because I was so 
humiliated. She helped me get the bells out of my shoes and 
asked me why I had a diaper on. I lied and told her I had 
hurt myself and was having problem not wetting my pants and 
that my mother thought it would help me. She told me kids 
are mean and she was sorry they made fun of me and asked me 
if I would like her to call my mom to come and get me. I 
didn't want her to call my Aunt so I told her no.
She took me back into class and made the whole room 
say they were sorry. She told them all that if anyone made 
fun of me she was giving them a detention. After school she 
handed me a note and told me to give it to my mother.
	When I got off the bus. My mother's car was in my 
Aunt's driveway. I went in and she ask how my weekend was. 
As I walked over to her she heard the crinkling of my 
Pamper and she started laughing. She had no idea my Aunt 
had sent me to school in a Pamper. She patted me on the 
butt and laughed some more. I gave her the note from my 
teacher and she read it. It basically said that she wished 
I wasn't sent to school in diapers because it was a big 
disruption in the class. Both my mother and my aunt got a 
big kick out of the note and asked me about my day. I told 
them everything that happened.
	I spent many more years after that being punished much 
the same way. My mother only used Pampers after that 
because they attracted so much more attention. She also 
like my Aunt's contribution of sleepers and stuff and from 
that point on I got to look like a baby as well. My aunt 
never trusted me again and as a result, she made me wear 
diapers to bed anytime I slept over. Accident or not.
	As I got older the Pampers got tighter and I felt I 
would soon outgrow them. Since I was still having bed 
wetting accidents and could see no end in sight I felt 
growing was my out. About that time Pampers started 
offering bigger sizes and I was convinced my mother was on 
the board at Proctor and Gamble. It just seemed like as I 
would out grow a size a new size would show up. It felt 
like Pampers was making diapers just for me and was soon 
going to be offering adult sizes just to make sure I always 
had diapers. Then finally one day it happened. It was just 
after my thirteenth birthday. I wet the bed and was about 
to be punished like usual. My mother came upstairs. I was 
bare-bottomed and waiting. I got my spanking and she 
started diapering me. It wouldn't fit . Now I was happy I 
thought diapers were gone for good. She was pissed and I 
made some smart-mouthed comment about her not being able to 
punish me anymore. Well a lot I knew. Mom made me find my 
cold wet pajama bottoms and underwear and put them back on. 
After I was redressed she made me get in the car. We went 
down to the local drug store and we went in. Once in the 
store I was lead down the aisle until we stopped at a shelf 
marketed adult briefs. She looked at me and said, "now Mr. 
smartass we will see who is going to have the last laugh."
	After finding what she wanted we went to the front of 
the store to pay. I had no idea what was in the bag she 
picked up until she explain what it was and in front of 
everyone standing in line I might add. My cheeks grew hot 
as we paid for the Attends, and my face was bright red. The 
clerk behind the counter was a teenage girl that lived two 
houses up from us. I was starting to notice girls and had a 
big crush on her. As she rang up our purchase she giggled 
and asked my mother if they were for me. Mom giggled back 
and pointed out my wet pajama bottoms to her. We went back 
home and went upstairs. Mom ripped open the bag of Attends 
briefs and showed on of them to me. It looked just like the 
Pampers I had been wearing except it had two extra tapes 
and was much bigger. Mom just laughed as she put me in the 
diaper, probably because she knew I was completely 
defeated. Once she finished, just like usual, we took her 
victory lap around the block with me in tow in just an 
adult diaper and a T-shirt.
	I never did get that nighttime dryness thing down the 
entire time I spent at home. The laps around the block 
finally stopped but the diapers continued. She had several 
babysitters through out my life and all of them knew the 
routine. My family always got a good chuckle out of seeing 
my diapers when I was made to show them off.
	At nineteen I left home and went out west to live for 
a few years, but finally decided to come back to Ohio. When 
I came back home, I stayed with my mother for a short 
while. About a month after coming home I had another night 
time accident. I was age 24 so I figured mom surely wasn't 
going to punish me. When I woke up I could feel the bed was 
wet, so I gathered up the sheets and took them downstairs 
to wash. I thought to myself how the doctors were so wrong. 
They always said I was going though a stage and would 
someday grow out of it, but at age 24 I still had not. As I 
got downstairs I could hear that my Aunt was over and was 
talking to my mother in the kitchen. I had to walk past 
them to the basement. As I did mom smelled the pee on the 
sheets and asked me what happened.. With all the courage I 
could muster I told her I wet her bed. She just shook her 
head said she couldn't believe me. I went downstairs and 
started the wash. When I came back up my mother and Aunt 
were gone. I went upstairs to finish cleaning up the bed. 
When I entered the room both my mother and my Aunt were 
checking out the wet mattress.
	Mom looked at me and said "Well, you know what has to 
be done, take off you pants and wait for me I have to go 
get a wooden spoon."
	Surely she was joking, I mean I was an adult I told 
her there was no way I was taking a spanking at age 24. she 
just laughed and said if you want to stay here you will. 
Mom left and returned a short while later with a wooden 
spoon. Aunt Jeanie was laughing when mom returned. I 
protested and both women rushed me and held me on the bed. 
Mom had gotten some clothes line and both woman tied me 
face down to the bed, spread eagle. Next I felt some 
scissors cutting off my pants and underwear and a brutal 
assault was launched against my backside. A strange think 
started to happen. As she beat my butt with the wooden 
spoon I got a raging hard on. That had never happened 
before and I didn't understand it. My bottom was on fire, 
but the more mom hit me ,the more I got excited. I was 
crying like a baby by the time she stopped. My butt was as 
red as a fire truck. Next I was untied rolled over and 
retried to the bed. Now I was face up. Both women saw my 
erection once I was on my back. Mom made a comment about 
how it seemed as though I like getting spanked. Both women 
left the room and returned a short while later. In moms 
hand was, you guessed it, an Attends disposable diaper. 
Knowing I was defeated, I just lay there and closed my eyes 
as she and my Aunt went about diapering me. I told them 
both it was wrong to diaper me and that they should get 
professional help. Both of them just laughed , as they 
fastened the diaper snugly around my waist. Mom and her 
left the room and returned a short while later with a 
camera. They shot picture after picture of me in my diaper, 
secured with ropes to the bed. I spent the rest of that day 
tied down to the bed.
	Somewhere around noon I had to peed really bad, so I 
called mom to come into my room. I told he I had to pee and 
was promptly told I would have to use my diaper. Knowing 
she wouldn't let me up, I let it go into my diaper. The 
diaper quickly got warm and turned yellow. When she 
returned again she had her camera again. She untapped my 
diaper and pulled the front of it down between my legs , 
laying the backing down on the bed, so the yellowed inside 
was facing up. She took several more pictures of me on the 
wet diaper and then changed me into a clean one. After I 
was again expertly diapered she untied the ropes and let me 
up. I knew she would show everyone those picture if I gave 
her any trouble, so I waddled my crinkling, defeated butt 
down stairs and sat on the couch. Like usual my diaper 
punishment lasted about a week.
	I decided I needed to get away from mom for good and 
in about a month I left to live with friends. I met a cute 
blonde about five years older that me and we started 
dating. She was pretty well off and had many plans for her 
life. She already had a house and two cars. I got a job and 
we moved in together. I hid my bed wetting past from her 
but it didn't take long to surface. We had been out one 
night drinking and afterwards went home to bed. I had one 
of those dreams again and managed to wet the bed with her 
in it. She noticed it first. And woke me up. I was so 
embarrassed. All I remembered was standing in front of the 
toilet and going pee. She got up and took a shower. I 
started washing the sheets and got changed. When she came 
out of the shower she asked me how long I had been a 
bedwetter. I hung my head and told her all my life. It was 
then that she remembered who I was, She had been my 
babysitter when I was twelve. We talked about my past and 
talk about our future. We talked about how mean my mother 
was and that she understood why I didn't wear protection to 
bed. She told me she loved me but could sleep with me if I 
was going to be wetting the bed. I told her doctors said I 
would never get better at my age.
	She was very understanding and told me I needed to 
come to grips with my wetting, and that I would have to do 
something about it. She said she knew my mother punished me 
with diapers and that I had a very dim view of them, but 
maybe I should think about wearing them to bed at night. I 
broke down in tears and told her she was right. She told me 
she would help me and would never shame me for wearing 
diapers.
	The next day we went together to the drug store and 
bought some large attends. That night she diapered me at 
bed time and we snuggled the whole night. I woke up in the 
morning wet but the sheets were dry. She didn't make fun of 
me and said she could live with diapers if I could. I got 
to see a whole different point of view about diapers. I 
wasn't fair for me to pee on her and if I wasn't gonna get 
punished maybe this wasn't so bad. A few months later we 
married and have been happy ever since. I wear diapers to 
bed every night and couldn't be happier.

The End.