"The Diaper Genie"

NOTE: This story is not intended to have any reference to 
the Diaper Genie products made by Mondial Industries.

Part One

	I rolled over and hit the snooze button on my alarm 
clock for the third time in half an hour. Still asleep, I 
had to squint to make out the blurry numbers that read 8:00. 
One hour and forty minutes to get ready before I had to be 
on campus to take the final exam in my advanced tax class. I 
threw back my covers and rolled out of bed. "Oh man," I 
mumbled to myself. My sheets were all wet and so was the 
sleeper I was wearing. "I sure wish that for once my diaper 
wouldn't leak." I grabbed the sheets off the bed, took them 
to the laundry room and started the washer. Once that was 
taken care of I went back into my room to get out of my wet 
diaper so I could take a shower. This was now my normal 
morning routine since I began wetting the bed about a month 
ago. I am still amazed when I wake up in a wet diaper since 
I haven't wet the bed since I was 12. It took over a year to 
re-train my body so I could finally wet the bed again 
without waking up. Now I wet every night without fail and I 
sleep like a baby. Literally. I wish I had started doing 
this sooner because I love wearing my diapers. I have always 
wanted to wear them, but I was too afraid to try when I 
still lived with my parents because I thought they would 
find out. Up until now I had to settled for reading 
magazines at the library that had pictures of kids wearing 
diapers and imagined I was the one wearing them. I still 
like reading the magazines and I even subscribe to a few of 
them. Now that I have my own apartment I can have this type 
of material lying around and not have to worry about it. I 
also have the Internet now so I can find lots of pictures of 
people wearing diapers as well as cool stories about their 
diaper experiences. After finding out how many other have 
the same interest in diapers that I do, I decided to create 
my own personal web page. Now I spend most of my time siting 
at my computer while wearing diapers and playing on the 
Internet.
	After taking my shower and eating some fruit loops I 
logged on to the Internet to check my e-mail and see if 
anyone new had signed the guest book on my web page. To my 
dismay there wasn't anything new. With this done I logged 
off and finished getting ready. Throwing my book bag over my 
shoulder, I shut the front door making sure it was locked 
before walking to my car. As usual the traffic around campus 
was a major pain and it took me forever to find a parking 
spot. I thought I was going to be late and miss the test 
just because I couldn't park. My professor locks the door 
when the test starts and doesn't allow anyone that is late 
to take it. Luckily a place opened up and I was able to get 
there with a few minutes to spare. I took a minute to 
quickly scan my notes one last time before he started 
handing the tests out. As much as I didn't want to take the 
test, I knew that when it was over I was done until next 
fall. As expected it turned out to be a bear and it took me 
the full two hours to finish it. Actually I had about five 
minutes to go back over the work I had already done. 
Surprisingly almost half of the class was still working when 
he called for the tests to be turned. That made me feel a 
little better. I just hope the final doesn't drag me down so 
that I lose my A. I tend to worry over things like this more 
than I need to. As I laid my test on the table on the way 
out the classroom I felt a great deal of tension being 
lifted from my shoulders. Once I walked through the door all 
thoughts of school were immediately wiped out of my mind. 
All I could think about was getting home to change into my 
swimsuit so I could go to the lake with my friends.
	I tossed my mail down on the kitchen table as I hurried 
to my bedroom to get my beach stuff ready. My best friend 
Jeff should be calling any minute to see if I am ready. I 
have known Jeff since the second grade and he gets very 
impatient when people hold him up. I threw my towel and 
water shoes into a gym bag and made sure to pack my 
sunscreen. The last time we did this I came home looking 
like a lobster and I didn't want that to happen again. Just 
as I sat my bag by the front door so I wouldn't forget it 
the phone rang.
	"Hey Dave," Jeff almost shouted into my ear. "Are you 
ready yet. You're holding up the party."
	"Just get over here and pick me up already," I replied 
jokingly. "And don't forget to bring half your stuff like 
you usually do."
	"Very funny," he said as he hung up the phone.
	I went into the kitchen and made some sandwiches for 
later since we would be at the lake most of the day. I put 
the sandwiches and a twelve pack of Coke in my cooler and 
set it by my gym bag. I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen 
and waited for Jeff to show up. His arrival was marked by a 
long series of annoying door chimes that didn't stop until I 
opened to door.
	"You break it you bought it," I said with some 
irritation.
	"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Grab your stuff and let's go."
	"How did your test go?" Jeff inquired as I placed my 
bag and the cooler of food in the bed of his Ford truck.
	"That was the worst test I have ever taken," I 
exaggerated. "I probably did all right, but I sure don't 
feel that good about it."
	As we backed out of the driveway I put Aerosmith in the 
CD player and cranked the volume about two thirds of the way 
up. I was in the mood for some nice loud rock to help drive 
any remaining thoughts of school out of my mind. 
Occasionally we turned the volume down to talk about the new 
events in our lives and what we were planning on doing for 
the summer. I had to finally turn it off when Jeff decided 
to give me a full run down on his relationship with his new 
girlfriend. He talked about her until we drove up to the 
beach twenty minutes later. As we drove through the parking 
lot we were looking for Mike's red Jeep and our own place to 
park. We're supposed to be meeting two other friends that 
should already be here. It didn't take very long to spot 
them, or actually hear them, because they were both sprawled 
out on towels next to Mike's jeep with the Beach Boys 
blasting from the speaker box that was behind the rear seat. 
Both Mike and Tom got up rather quickly as Jeff about ran 
them over pulling into the spot they had been tanning in.
	"Nice tan you have there Mike," I snickered upon seeing 
the very apparent farmer tan he was sporting. He didn't 
think this was as funny as I did because he was trying to 
get a nice tan so women would notice him. He hadn't had a 
date in over a month and it was driving him crazy. Tom, 
however, also proceeded to give him a hard time about never 
being able to find a woman looking as bad as he did. Luckily 
we were all accustomed to each other's joking or Mike would 
have gotten pissed off. Since Mike and Tom also went to the 
same schools I did growing we have all known each other most 
of our lives. We have all been friends for so long that we 
are more like brothers. After laughing off our comments Mike 
led us down to the dock where his parents boat was stored.
	"Hey Mike, I sure am glad your parents trust you enough 
to take us out in their boat," Tom commented.
	"They would rather have us doing this that getting into 
trouble somewhere," Mike responded.
	"I am still glad they let us do it. My parents would 
never let me do anything like this." It had taken him three 
days of constant persuading just to convince them to let him 
go on this trip with us.
	"Okay," Mike commanded as we reached the boat, "I need 
someone to help me untie these ropes and then keep the boat 
from floating away from the dock."
	I placed my cooler and gym bag in one of the seats and 
began untying the ropes from the front of the boat. We 
finished getting the boat ready, pushed it away from the 
dock and fired up the engine. As soon as we were clear of 
the no wake zone Mike opened up the throttle all the way and 
we sped of towards the other side of the lake. It was a 
little choppy and I could see Jeff fighting to hold on to 
the railing next to me so he wouldn't get thrown around. We 
finally found a nice sandy beach that wasn't too crowded and 
decided to camp there for the day. We unloaded our stuff 
onto a couple of large pieces of plastic we brought with us 
to keep the sand from sticking to it. By the time we had all 
of the chairs and stuff set up it was almost one and we were 
all getting hungry. Tom took the liberty of lighting the 
portable grill he had brought and offered us all hotdogs.
	"I brought plenty for everyone so you had better help 
me eat them," He warned.
	"I guess I'll have a couple," I said. "We can eat the 
sandwiches I brought later."
	After filling up on hot dogs and Coke we broke out the 
Frisbee and tossed it around for a while. It wasn't long 
before we were tired of this and wanted to go water skiing. 
We jumped back in the boat and headed towards the middle of 
the lake. We all took turns skiing before breaking out the 
inner tube. This was the most fun because two people could 
do it at once. It was extremely hard to hold on though, and 
I was unlucky enough to wipe out hard enough once that I now 
had an extremely sore neck and back. When we made it back to 
shore we were all tired enough that we each took a lawn 
chair and laid down for a nice relaxing nap in the sun.
	It was an hour later before Tom was badgering us to go 
for another round of skiing. Finally, Mike conceded and was 
ready to take the boat out again.
	"I think I am going to stay behind this trip," I told 
them. "My back is killing me from the last time."
	"Okay, we'll be back in a few then," Mike said as he 
pushed the boat away from the beach.
	While they were gone I decided to take a nice relaxing 
stroll along the beach. It is always very calming to be 
barefoot in the sand and have it squish through my toes as I 
walk. I had only gone about a quarter of a mile before I 
really had to take a leak. I walked over to a couple of 
oversized bushes that I felt would conceal me and relieved 
myself. As I was standing there I noticed something was 
tucked down in the branches of one of the bushes. I snaked 
my hand into the bush until I could finally grasp the object 
and retrieve it. It was some kind of metal teapot or 
something. I noticed some strange markings on the side of it 
and thought it was some kind of collector piece. I tried to 
wipe away some of the sand so I could read it better. After 
about five seconds of rubbing on it the object it seemed to 
come to life. It started shaking until I couldn't hold it 
any longer and I dropped it. It fell to the ground with a 
thud. I figured I had broken it when smoke started coming 
out of it. As I started at it in bewilderment, the smoke 
started to form into a shape. As the smoke died down the 
object that was forming became clearer. "What the hell," I 
said to myself as I stared in utter amazement at what I was 
seeing. Standing, or rather floating in mid air before me 
was what appeared to be an ancient magician. He was huge. I 
figure he had to be at least seven feet tall and he looked 
like a sumo wrestler. I just stared at him in awe for a few 
more minutes, not saying anything. He didn't say anything 
either. Finally he broke the silence with a voice that was 
much more normal than I would have expected from someone so 
large.
	"How may I serve you master?" was his first question.
	"What do you mean how may you serve me?"
	"I mean just that. You tell me what you want me to do 
and I'll do it."
	"What, are you some sort of genie or something?"
	"Yes, that is exactly what I am. You found me, so now 
you are my master. I will grant you three wishes for 
whatever you want."
	"Anything?"
	"Yes, anything. All you have to do is ask."
	"This is unbelievable."
	Just as I was getting extremely excited at the prospect 
of having my own genie I heard the rumble of a boat engine 
announcing that everyone was done skiing. The genie, also 
hearing it, immediately retreated back into the container it 
came from. Not wanting any of my friends to know what I 
found I quickly picked up the container and ran back to our 
campsite. I wrapped the genie in a spare towel I had and hid 
it in my gym bag. I zipped up the bag just as the boat 
pulled up into the sand and every one climbed over the 
railing.
	"How was the skiing?" I inquired trying to pretend like 
nothing had happened. I was so nervous that my voice cracked 
a bit. Fortunately everyone was so worn out that they didn't 
notice how edgy I was.
	"It is getting way too choppy," Tom offered. "I don't 
know if I have any teeth left."
	"Yeah, and we spent most of the time circling around to 
pick you up after you did a face plant in the water," Jeff 
teased.
	We all laughed at this as we prepared the rest of the 
food we had with us for a late lunch. Playing hard all day 
made everyone hungry. When we finished eating we sat around 
in the lawn chairs for a little while longer telling 
customer horror stories from work. We were all delivering 
pizzas while we were going to school so we often exchanged 
our experiences that were very entertaining. I was relieved 
when everyone was finally ready to pack up and call it a 
day. I really wanted to get home so I could talk to my genie 
again. We got everything back in the boat and drove back to 
the main dock. We secured his boat, made sure we had all of 
our stuff and walked to the parking lot. Of course everyone 
had to chat for another five minutes while standing around 
the cars which was driving me crazy. I really wanted to get 
going, but I tried to conceal my urgency. Finally, we all 
said goodbye and headed for home.

Part Two

	The phone was ringing when I opened the door to my 
apartment. I ran over and picked it up before my answering 
machine could.
	"Hello," I said in a voice that gave away the 
excitement I was feeling.
	"How are you doing, son?" I heard my father ask.
	"Couldn't be better. Classes are over and I had a great 
day at the beach with all of my friends. What more can a guy 
ask for?"
	"Good. How do your grades look? You aren't going to get 
any B's, are you?"
	"Yeah. I always do. I hope I only get one though," I 
replied with an edge of irritation. He always asked me this 
same question. He seems to think that I should get nothing 
but A's all the time, even though I am working full time. I 
don't want to even imagine his response if I ever got a C.
	"Keep up the good work. You only have one more year to 
go."
	"Trust me, I know. I am going to be the happiest man 
alive when this is all over."
	"So, are you going to come over for dinner tomorrow 
night?" he invited. "Your mom is going to make lasagna."
	"Will do. It sure beats the peanut butter and jelly I 
was going to have," I laughed. I take advantage of every 
opportunity I have to eat real food. Sandwiches, cereal and 
pizza get kind of old after a while. Besides, I love 
lasagna.
	"Okay then. I will see you tomorrow night around six."
	"I will try and be early. Love ya."
	"I love you too," he said as he hung up the phone.
	I was relieved that he didn't want me to come over 
tonight. I wouldn't have been able to enjoy myself because 
all I can think about is the genie I have hidden in my gym 
bag. I could feel my pulse rising in anticipation as I 
retrieved the genie from the towel I had wrapped it in. I 
slowly started polishing on the container as I had earlier 
that day waiting for the genie to reappear. Thirty seconds 
later the lamp began shaking just like it had at the beach. 
Soon, the smoke cleared and I was able to see my genie 
hovering above my couch.
	"Have you decided on your wishes, master?" the genie 
asked calmly.
	"That is all I have been thinking about since we first 
met," I replied with a sigh. "I think I know what I want my 
first wish to be. This is going to seem a bit odd, but I 
wish that I was smaller and looked younger so I can feel 
more like a real toddler when I am wearing diapers."
	The genie got a funny smirk on his face and I was 
unsure of the meaning behind it. "This is what you wish for 
then?"
	"Yes, yes it is," I stated with gaining confidence 
about my decision.
	"It will be so," he informed me and then added, "Do you 
want to make your second wish at this time?"
	"No, I haven't thought of another wish yet."
	"Very well. Just summon me when you are ready to make 
another wish."
	"Wait," I almost shouted, "How long before my first 
wish is granted?"
	"You will know when it happens," he replied as he 
seemed to be sucked back into the container.
	"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I grumbled to 
myself.
	Somewhat disappointed that I didn't get an 
instantaneous response to my wish, I decided I was tired 
from playing all day and proceeded to get ready for bed. I 
checked my e-mail one last time and again I had no new 
messages. This furthered my disappointment because I really 
enjoy getting mail. Oh well, there is always tomorrow, I 
sighed. I walked over to the cupboard next to my closet and 
grabbed three cloth diapers and laid them on the Winnie the 
Pooh blanket I had spread out in the middle of the floor. I 
also retrieved a pair of plastic pants, baby lotion, wipes 
and the baby powder. Placing the supplies next to the stack 
of diapers, I was beginning to feel aroused by the thought 
of putting my diaper on. I took the tee shirt and swimsuit I 
was wearing off and tossed them in the hamper that was in 
the corner of the room. I laid down on the blanket and began 
cleaning myself with the wipes. Then I poured a generous 
amount of lotion into my hands and began messaging my 
genitals. My erection was becoming more pronounced with the 
extra care I was taking to apply the lotion. I finished 
preparing myself by adding a dusting of baby powder. The 
combination of the smell of powder and lotion just added to 
the pleasure I was already feeling. I then lifted up my rear 
so I could slide the diapers under me. Taking care to make 
sure they are tight, I pulled the thick cloth material up 
between my legs and over my erection. With all three layers 
snugly fastened I stood up taking note of how good the thick 
diapers felt between my legs. I pulled on the plastic pants 
making sure the entire diaper was completely covered and 
then crawled into bed and curled up with my teddy bear. 
After getting comfortable, I placed one hand under the 
sheets and began rubbing the front of my diaper until I felt 
the spasmodic release of pleasure I had been working up to. 
As my body relaxed I rolled over on my side hugging my teddy 
bear once again and dosed off into a restful sleep.

Part Three

	I woke up the next morning without hearing the familiar 
sound of my alarm clock blaring. I felt extremely well 
rested and looked forward to relaxing in the sun again. I 
pulled my covers back and went to roll out of bed. As I 
pulled my legs around I hit my kneecap on something 
extremely hard sending a sharp pain through my entire leg. 
Groaning in pain I opened my eyes to see what I had hit. I 
was more than shocked at what I saw. There was a series of 
wooden spindles surrounding my bed. Upon further inspection, 
it appears that I am sleeping in a crib.
	"I must be dreaming," I said to myself. "Is this some 
kind of joke?"
	I was momentarily distracted from my strange 
surroundings by the pain in my leg. I turned my attention to 
gently rubbing the sore spot where I had hit the side of the 
crib. As I studied my leg I realized something else was not 
right. My legs are much smaller than I remember them being, 
and I mean much smaller. My hands also appeared abnormally 
small.
	"What in the world is going on here?" I wondered. "I 
must be losing my mind."
	Caught up in disbelief, I didn't hear anyone 
approaching the door to my room until the door swung open. I 
was so startled that I felt a warm trickle of pee flowing 
into the front of my diaper. I don't know how they got into 
my apartment, but I was more concerned with how to explain 
my current predicament. I looked up at the figure standing 
in the doorway and recognized that it was my mom, only she 
looked eighteen years younger.
	"I see my little boy is already awake," she said in a 
motherly voice as she entered the room. "I bet you are in 
serious need of a diaper change, aren't you?"
	I just sat there, unable to speak.
	She lowered the side on the crib and reached in to pick 
me up. Holding me in her arms she ran her hand around the 
leg of my diaper. "You are soaking wet. Let's get you into a 
nice dry diaper. We don't want you to get a rash on your 
birthday, now do we?"
	As she changed my wet diaper I tried to think about 
what was going on, but my mind was too fuzzy and I couldn't 
remember much of anything. I gazed around the room and 
realized this wasn't my bedroom in my apartment. I was 
becoming more confused by my present situation by the 
minute. The only thing I could seem to remember was the wish 
I had made before I went to sleep last night. That doesn't 
make any sense, I thought. This isn't what I wished for. I 
didn't have any other recollection of events prior to waking 
up in my crib and the few things I did remember seemed to 
slip further away the more I focused on them. By the time 
mom was done putting me in a crisp, clean diaper all 
memories of my prior past were lost to me forever. All that 
remained was the reality that I was now a seven-year-old boy 
who had never been potty trained and still had to wear 
diapers all of the time. On top of that, since I still wear 
diapers, my parents still treat me like a little toddler. I 
was lifted down from the changing table and I waited while 
mom went over to the closet and selected a white shirt with 
colorful trains printed all over it and a pair of OshKosh 
shortalls for me to wear for the day. She helped me get 
dressed and led me out to the kitchen for some breakfast.
	"Hey, how is my seven-year-old boy?" my dad exclaimed 
as we entered the kitchen. "I made your favorite breakfast 
for your birthday, waffles with strawberry syrup."
	Before I could think, I ran over to him and hugged him, 
"Oh, thank you daddy. I love you." I then gave him a big 
kiss and hugged him some more.
	"Anything for my little guy. And I have another 
surprise for you when we finish breakfast."
	I don't know what is going on, but I loved the 
attention my parents are giving me, even if they are 
treating me like a two-year-old. I still don't understand 
why I am seven or why they look so young. The only thing 
that comes to mind is my wish. I wanted to be little and 
look young so I could feel like a toddler again, but this is 
a little extreme. The funny thing is that all of this feels 
natural, like I have been living like this my whole life. I 
have no memory of anything except being babied by my 
parents.
	After putting me in my highchair my mom fed me my 
special birthday breakfast. Since it was Saturday I was able 
to take my time and enjoy my favorite meal. When I was done 
eating she slid the tray out of its track and let me down so 
I could play for a bit while they finished eating. I 
immediately ran into my room and headed for my pile of toys 
in the corner. I rummaged through everything looking for 
something that I wanted to play with. While I was digging 
around I found what looked like a brass lamp or something. 
It looked interesting, but I put it aside to play with later 
as the container of Legos looked more appealing. I dumped 
the pieces in the middle of the floor and started building a 
space ship. I didn't get very far before daddy came in to 
take me and show me the big surprise he had told me about. 
He reached over and picked me up and lifted me over his 
shoulders to give me a piggyback ride. He had to duck so I 
wouldn't hit my head on the door frame when he walked 
through the door. As he stepped through the door into the 
garage, I let out a high pitched scream of delight. Sitting 
in the middle of the floor was a mini-scale Mustang 
convertible pedal car. I always wanted one of these.
	"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," I said as I 
hugged them both. I started jumping up and down, "can I 
drive it now, can I, can I, can I?"
	"You bet. Here, I'll help you out," and he picked me up 
tossing me into the air before catching me and setting me in 
the seat of my new car.
	I was so happy to finally have my pedal car. I placed 
my feet on the pedals and started driving around the garage 
making car noises as I went. My parents let me play for a 
little while longer before taking me back into the house to 
get ready for my birthday party. I whined a little about 
wanting to play some more, but they quickly put the brakes 
on that. I reluctantly went inside to pick up my room so it 
wouldn't be too big of a mess when everyone showed up.
	It was three o'clock when the doorbell rang as the 
first of my family showed up. My grandpa reached down and 
gave me a big hug and a pat on the rear asking, "How is my 
favorite grandson?" I just turned my head away sheepishly as 
he proceeded to ruffle my hair. I really enjoyed it when he 
did this, but it made it more fun if I resisted a little. 
This just antagonized him and I found myself on my back 
laughing uncontrollably as he tickled my exposed belly. He 
finally let me up when my aunt, uncle and their twin nine-
year-old daughters showed up. My cousins Samantha and Lisa 
and I ran back to my room to begin playing while the adults 
talked about what they were up to lately.
	We had only been playing for thirty minutes when I felt 
my stomach growl and felt a large squishy mess oozing into 
the back of my diaper. I continued playing as though nothing 
was wrong, but my cousins were quick to point out that I 
stunk. Lisa sprang to her feet and ran out to the living 
room to tell my parents I was messy and needed to be 
changed. She then inquired if her and Samantha could take 
care of it.
	"Sure, I don't know why not," my mom told her. "You are 
old enough to be babysitting, so you should be able to 
handle David."
	Lisa returned to the bedroom with a big smile on her 
face. She went to the cabinet where my mom kept all the 
changing supplies and took out everything she needed to do 
the job.
	"What are you doing?" Samantha asked her.
	"They said we can handle David's diaper changes," she 
beamed.
	"I don't know if I want to change his smelly diaper."
	"Oh, come on," Lisa persuaded, "It will be fun. Besides 
we can add a few extra layers and make him look really 
adorable."
	"I don't want to look adorable," I piped in.
	I started to say something else and Lisa cut me off, 
"you don't have much of a choice because your mom said I 
could take care of you. We can do this the easy way or the 
hard way, the choice is yours."
	I quickly gave in as I knew whining about it wouldn't 
do any good. They quickly laid me down and removed the old 
diaper that was heavy with poop and half the day's worth of 
pee.
	After they cleaned me up with some of the wipes, they 
applied some lotion and powder, which I was enjoying very 
much. After placing several clean diapers on me they put my 
pants back on and told me I was good as new. I started to 
walk back over to the toys I was playing with and fell on my 
face. The diapers were so thick that I couldn't move my 
legs. My cousins started laughing because they thought it 
was cute. I finally just crawled over to where I wanted to 
be which brought even more laughter. It didn't take long for 
my mom to come in to check on what all the laughing was 
about.
	"We put such a thick diaper on David that he has to 
crawl around because he can't walk," Samantha explained 
between chuckles. "He looks so cute that we couldn't help 
but laugh."
	"I do have to admit you did quite the job on him," my 
mom complimented as she joined in the humor. "Can you two 
help him into the living room? We are getting ready to open 
the presents and have some dinner."
	"Sure," they both replied in unison as they stood up to 
help me navigate the trip.
I was slightly embarrassed to be helped into the living 
room and set on the floor in front of everyone to watch. Any 
insecurity was washed away as my family began singing happy 
birthday to me. I loved the attention and was anxious to 
open all of the presents everyone had brought for me. Once I 
had opened all of the gifts I thanked everyone for the 
presents. I made special note to grammy and grampa for the 
Winnie the Pooh sleeper they gave me. They know how much I 
like Pooh and that I also like to sleep in footed pajamas.
	Once all the presents were opened everyone moved to the 
kitchen table for dinner. I was placed in my highchair as 
usual while everyone else sat at the table. To my delight my 
parents had made my favorite dinner as well, lasagna. 
Everyone could tell how happy I was by the wide grin that 
spread across my face.
	"I knew you would like to have this for birthday 
dinner," mom said smiling back at me.
	I loved my parents. They always knew what to do to make 
me feel good. I savored every bite of the lasagna as my mom 
fed it to me. Once we were done my parents worked to clean 
up off the table while my aunt and uncle prepared the cake 
and ice cream for desert. They brought me a big slice of 
double layer chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and a 
scoop of vanilla piled next to it. My face lit up as this 
was my favorite desert. I managed to get quite a bit of it 
on my face and hands because I am a sloppy eater. My mom 
cleaned my face off with a baby wipe and took my plate into 
the kitchen along with everyone else's. I continued to sit 
contentedly where I was playing with my new toys knowing 
that even though I was wet, I didn't need to be changed 
because I had on such an overdone diaper.
	After chatting a while longer everyone got up to go 
home. My cousins thanked my mom for letting them change me 
and she told them that they could anytime they visited. 
Everyone said happy birthday to me one last time and I 
thanked them again. Soon everyone was gone and it was time 
for bed. Mom changed me into a new stack of diapers, though 
they weren't as thick as the ones I had on earlier. I kind 
of missed the overstuffed feeling between my legs. She 
pulled on my plastic pants and helped me into the new Pooh 
sleeper I had gotten from grammy. Then she tucked me in, 
gave me a goodnight kiss on the forehead and lifted the side 
of the crib into place. I fell asleep immediately and slept 
well through the night.
	Sunday morning was similar to Saturday, except for the 
party and all of the people. I had to do some little chores 
around the house, but other than that I was free to play 
with my new toys. The day was over before I knew it and it 
was time to get ready for bed again. I wasn't looking 
forward to going to bed like I had the night before because 
I had to go to school tomorrow. I didn't want to deal with 
the harassment I knew I would face from all of the other 
second graders. Despite my reluctance to fall asleep I was 
hugging my teddy bear tightly enjoying peaceful dreams 
within a few minutes of the lights being turned out.

Part 4

	The next morning I woke up in a very wet diaper that 
had leaked all over my sheets and my new sleeper. My mom 
came in a few minutes later to get me up and changed for 
school. As was customary I was changed into a disposable 
diaper to wear to school instead of the thick cloth diapers 
I wore around the house as it would be very difficult to 
deal with cloth diapers in a school environment. I was 
thankful that the clothes mom picked out for today were far 
less infantile than what I had been wearing all weekend. I 
had enough trouble at school without having to deal with 
being teased over my clothes. After being fed breakfast I 
was given my backpack which contained my weekly stock of 
changing supplies for school and then my dad drove me to 
school. I am thankful that my parents drive me to school 
everyday instead of making me take the bus. At least I have 
a few less minutes of the day to be picked on. When we 
pulled up in front of the building I reached over and gave 
my dad a kiss.
	"Have a good day at school," he almost shouted so I 
could hear him as I was already out of the car. "I will see 
you tonight."
	"I will and I love you," I hollered as I slammed the 
door and ran up the steps into the school building.
	I walked strait to the nurse's office so I could give 
her the supplies my mom had packed for me. She was busy 
checking some scrapes on another boy that had fallen on the 
steps outside. When she had his abrasions bandaged she 
called me in her office. I gave her my pack and she put it 
in a cubbyhole on the far wall that had a strip of tape 
identifying it as mine. I thanked her as I left and walked 
to my classroom. Everyone ignored me when I entered the room 
and walked to the back where my desk was located. I took my 
seat and fiddled with some of the supplies in my desk so I 
wouldn't have to make eye contact with any of the other 
kids. Once the teacher settled everyone down she started the 
morning lesson. The morning seemed to last forever as I 
dreaded having to go outside on recess. When the bell rang I 
sat in my chair until everyone else had left. I got up and 
walked outside and sat by a brick wall all by myself. I 
enjoyed only a few minutes of privacy before several of the 
other kids came over and started picking on me.
	"Hey look at the little baby sitting all by himself," 
several kids sneered at me.
	"Go away and leave me alone," I pleaded.
"Awe, did we hurt the little boys feewings?" they mocked. 
"We're sorry."
	"Maybe you ought to run along and get your diaper 
changed," joked another student, everyone else joining in 
his laughter.
	I thought this was just another rude comment until I 
looked down and saw the wet spot on my jeans. "Oh no, not 
again," I whined as tears started running down my face. I 
got up and ran to the nurse's office. By the time I got 
there I was crying uncontrollably.
	"What is wrong?" the nurse asked in a gentle, 
comforting tone. "Ah, I see," she added upon seeing the wet 
spot in my pants. "Come on in and I'll get you changed. I 
don't have any other pants for you though, so you'll have to 
wear the ones you have on."
	Once I had my pants back on I walked back to class 
because the bell had already rang ending recess. Everyone 
snickered as I walked through the door as they could see I 
was still wearing the pants with the dark blue spot on the 
front of them. I tried to ignore their stares as I walked 
back to my chair. "This is one of the worst days I have ever 
had," I thought to myself. Little did I know that it would 
get worse. The rest of the morning went as slow as the first 
half had and it seemed like lunch would never get here. I 
tried to concentrate on the math problems the teacher had 
written on the board, but I was too upset to do them. I just 
sat there watching the clock count down the minutes until my 
next run-in with the school bullies.
	Finally the lunch bell rang and we were walked down to 
the cafeteria in a single file line. The kid behind me kept 
accidentally tripping and shoving me forward as he tried to 
catch himself. I was getting angry but there was nothing I 
could do about it. Once my tray was filled with the school 
lunch menu I walked over to a table where no one else was 
sitting so that I could eat in peace. Once I finished eating 
I walked outside, trying to avoid everyone, even if I had to 
go out of my way to go around them. My time to myself was 
cut short as I saw three of the same boys approaching me 
that had picked on me earlier.
	"Hey, if it isn't the little baby," one of them said.
	"Yeah, I wonder if he has messed in his pants yet," 
added another one. "Maybe we should find out."
	I knew I hadn't pooped yet today, but they were 
determined to find out for themselves. I turned around and 
tried to run away, but they caught up to me and forced me to 
the ground before I went ten feet. I started squirming as 
much as I could to get away, but I was no match for the 
stronger boys that were holding me down. While two of them 
continued to keep me pinned down, the third one unbuttoned 
my pants and pulled the off.
	With a sound of disappointment he reported to the 
others, "Nope, he has just wet in them." Feeling let down, 
they felt it would be fun to humiliate me by taking my pants 
instead. They took off running holding my pants high over 
their heads, leaving me standing in the middle of the field 
in just my tee shirt and diaper. Feeling the ultimate in 
humiliation, I ran crying back into the school building. I 
was halfway down the hall when a teacher stopped me and 
asked what was going on.
	I tried to answer in between heavy sobs. "Some of the 
other kids held me down and stole my pants and they won't 
give them back. And, and, and now everyone saw me standing 
in just my diaper." I broke down crying again.
	"Go on down to the nurses office," she instructed. "I'm 
sure they can find something for you to wear. I am going to 
go outside and find out what is going on."
	I went to the office as I was told and had to go back 
over the whole story again. The nurse tried to calm me down 
as she could see how upset I was. While I was there she 
changed me into another fresh diaper and then found a pair 
of pants for me to wear even though they were several sizes 
too big. I thanked her for helping me before returning to 
class. As I was walking down the hall I saw the teacher that 
had stopped me earlier escorting the three boys that had 
taken my pants to the principal's office. They just glared 
at me as they walked by and I was happy to see that they 
were being punished for what they did to me.
	Thankfully I made it through the rest of the day 
without any major problems. When school let out I walked out 
front and got in my dad's car that was parked in the same 
spot every day. I shut the door, put on my seat belt and 
didn't say anything.
	"How was your day, sport?" he asked.
	I started to answer, but when I tried to explain I just 
started crying again.
	"That's okay," he comforted. "We can talk about it 
later if it is that upsetting."
	We drove away from the school and headed for home. As 
we put more distance between the school and us I began to 
feel better. I still didn't feel like talking so I just 
stared out the window at the scenery as it flew by in a 
blur. Once we were home I went to my room and lay down on 
the floor and curled up with my teddy bear. After about an 
hour my mom came in to check and see how I was feeling. I 
was sleeping and she gently nudged me to wake me up. I 
rolled onto my back and looked up into her loving face.
	"Do you want to talk about it, sweetie?" she asked in a 
soft voice.
	"The kids were picking on me all day again," I 
explained.
	"I know they are mean to you," she began, "I just wish 
I could do something to help you."
	"Today some of the kids stole my pants and wouldn't 
give them back. It was awful. Everyone saw me in just my 
diaper." Tears started to well up in my eyes as I recounted 
the experience.
	"Oh, poor baby," she said, wrapping her arms around me 
in a big bear hug. "I am so sorry that this happened."
	"I just wish they would leave me alone."
	"I know you do, dear. I know you do. I am going to call 
the school tomorrow and talk to them about this. There is no 
reason those kids should be able to get away with treating 
you this way." She continued to run her hands gently through 
my hair, trying to make me feel better. It seemed to be 
working as I was starting to relax in her arms. Once I had 
brightened up we walked out into the living room where my 
dad was watching television. I walked over to the couch and 
crawled into his lap to watch the news with him while mom 
went into the kitchen to finish making the enchiladas she 
had started earlier.
	After dinner was over I was allowed to go to my room to 
play for a while before bedtime. I walked over to my toy 
pile and began searching for something that interested me. 
As I went through all of my stuff my attention was drawn to 
the brass lamp that I had found a few days ago. I hadn't 
seen it before the other day and my curiosity led me to 
explore the foreign object. As I played with it, shaking it 
and pulling on various parts to see if they came off, the 
lamp began to vibrate. It began shaking uncontrollably as 
smoke started to rise into the room. I was so scared that I 
dropped the lamp on the floor and backed up against the wall 
behind me. I watched in total amazement as the smoke began 
to take the form of a genie. It was just like one of my 
books. All I could say was "wow, this is neat."
	"What can I do for you master?" was the response from 
the genie.
	"Are you for real?" I asked him.
	"Yes, I am real," he answered with patience because he 
knew that I would not remember my first wish nor any other 
part of my previous life.
	"So, do I get to make a wish and have it come true like 
in the fairy tales?" I prodded excitedly.
	"Yes, anything you want."
	"This is the coolest thing that has ever happened to 
me," I explained. "Give me a minute to think of something." 
It didn't take me long to make up my mind about what I 
wanted as all I had to do was remember back to earlier that 
day and the cruel pranks that had been played on me.
	"I wish that I had friends and that people didn't pick 
on me all the time," I stated with conviction.
	"Your command has been answered," the genie informed me 
as he slipped back into the lamp for another rest.
	I was anxious to find out how my wish would turn out 
and couldn't wait to wake up tomorrow. I put the lamp back 
in the corner and covered it with other toys so my parents 
wouldn't find it. I then selected some new toys to play 
with, but I just sat in the middle of the floor daydreaming 
about the genie I had found. I was happy when mom finally 
came in to change my diaper and get me ready for bed. She 
commented on the fact that I looked much better than I had 
earlier. I agreed that I did and she gave me another big hug 
as she laid me down on the changing table and removed my 
shortalls, tossing them into the hamper. Then she unfastened 
the wet diaper that had also become soiled while I was 
playing after dinner. She gently cleaned me up and applied a 
fresh coat of oil and powder to my diaper area. As always, I 
took pleasure in this part of being changed. Once I had a 
nice thick mountain of cloth pinned between my legs I was 
helped down from the table so I could put on my pajamas. She 
tucked me in, gave me my goodnight kiss and turned out the 
light as she left the room. A few moments later the light 
turned back on as my dad came in to tell me goodnight as 
well.
	"I love you, son," he said smiling down at me. "If 
there is ever anything bothering you I want you to promise 
that you will let me know, okay? I don't want to see you 
hurting like this anymore."
	"I promise," I smiled back at him.
	He reached down and ruffled my hair. "Goodnight, 
kiddo."
	"Night, dad."
	As soon as the light went out again I was already 
drifting into a heavy slumber to be filled with the best 
dreams a kid could have.

Part 5

	The next morning I woke up feeling very happy after 
having such great dreams. In my dream everyone at school 
wore diapers, so it wasn't such a big deal that I have to 
wear them. I also had lots of friends and we played together 
all the time. If only my life could be like my dream. Even 
with the realization that my utopia wasn't real I was still 
took comfort in those thoughts.
	The next thing I knew my mom was lifting me out of my 
crib and putting me in a dry diaper. She then got me dressed 
in a pair of jeans and my favorite Winnie the Pooh shirt. 
After eating my breakfast consisting of a bowl of Fruit 
Loops, I had a few minutes left to play with my Legos before 
it was time to go to school. I barely started working on my 
space ship when dad came in to tell me it was time to go.
	After kissing my mom goodbye I followed my dad out to 
the car. As we were driving, I started getting tense as we 
got closer to school. Dad sensed my uneasiness and reached 
over and patted me on the head, "it will be all right 
kiddo."
	"I just don't want everyone to be mean to me," I said 
softly as I looked up into his caring eyes.
	"I know how you feel. I went through the same thing 
when I was in school. It will get better, I promise."
	I took comfort in his reassuring words and felt my 
muscles begin to relax. As my muscles loosened up I felt the 
warmth of my bladder emptying into my diaper. Now I would 
have to get changed before going to class. I looked at 
diaper changes in the nurse's office as a chance to get away 
from the humiliation of being in the classroom. I began 
feeling uneasy again as my mind began playing over the 
possible scenarios of how I would be tortured today. 
Thankfully, my thoughts were interrupted my by dad shaking 
me to let me know we were there.
	"Relax buddy, it will be okay. I promise," he assured 
me again. "Mommy talked to the principal and got everything 
straightened out."
	I feigned a smile and thanked him for trying to make me 
feel better. As I walked up the steps to the entrance, 
something inside me told me that maybe dad was right and 
things would be better. I began to feel as though everything 
really would be better. I walked straight to the nurses 
office to get my soggy diaper changed before class so that I 
wouldn't have to worry about it leaking on me like it did 
yesterday.
	"Well aren't we looking a little better today," the 
nurse pointed out as I walked into the office. "I am glad to 
see that you are taking this so well. I expected you to 
never come back to school again," she added with a slight 
smile.
	"I am just hoping that maybe everyone will leave me 
alone. I never did anything to them, so I don't see why they 
have to treat me so bad," I told her while trying to hold 
back the tears that were welling up in my eyes again. Just 
thinking about those other kids made me feel awful again.
	She helped me up onto the changing table and took my 
shorts off. "I think you will find that we are doing 
everything we can to help you out," she continued as she 
untaped my diaper. "We don't like to see nice boys like you 
being picked on for no reason."
	I felt my confidence being restored as she talked to 
me. The pleasure of having my diaper changed also helped me 
to feel better about myself. I just laid back and enjoyed 
the sensation of the lotion and powder being applied by the 
nurses gently hands. Once I had my new diaper on I was given 
my pants and sent on my way.
	Just as I walked out in the hall to go to class the 
school secretary came running out of the office after me. 
"David, the principal would like to see you for a moment if 
you don't mind."
	I was a little nervous about having to go into Mr. 
Brandt's office. "Am I in trouble?" I asked her with a touch 
of apprehension. "I am only late for class because I had to 
see the nurse," I quickly added an explanation of my 
tardiness.
	"Oh heavens no," she chuckled with a warm smile on her 
face. "It is nothing like that at all. He just wants to talk 
to you about what happened yesterday, that's all."
	I was still nervous and I could feel the sweat forming 
in the palms of my hands. I tried to keep my composure as 
she led me into his office and directed me to one of four 
nicely padded chairs that faced Mr. Brandt from the opposite 
side of his desk. I wiped my hands on my pants to dry them 
as I sat down and tried to make myself comfortable. "Mr. 
Brandt will be just a moment," she informed me as she shut 
the door on her way out. While I was waiting I looked at all 
the diplomas and certificates that decorated the walls. What 
really got my attention was the big wooden paddle that hung 
from a string on the back of the office door. I could only 
imagine how bad it would hurt to be spanked with it as I had 
only heard stories about it from other kids that had gotten 
in trouble
	A few moments later Mr. Brandt entered the room and 
said hello as he sat down in his chair. He could tell by the 
look on my face that I was distressed, so he tried his best 
to make me feel at ease. "How are you this morning David?" 
he asked in a gentle voice that showed years of dealing with 
distraught children. "I just want to assure you that you 
aren't in any trouble. We just need to talk about what 
happened to you yesterday so we can try to make things 
better."
	I simply nodded, as I was still too afraid to talk. I 
was very glad to know that they were actually trying to take 
care of this situation instead of just blowing it off. 
Knowing this made me a little more comfortable with being in 
the principal's office.
	"Do you want to tell me your side of what happened 
yesterday?" He inquired. "I just want to know the whole 
story before I make my final decision on how to handle this 
situation."
	I proceeded to explain how I had been laughed at 
because my diaper had leaked earlier in the day. Then I 
explained the entire lunch episode where I had my pants 
taken from me and left stranded in the middle of the 
schoolyard with my diaper exposed for everyone to see. I was 
in tears again by the time I finished telling him the story 
and he gave me a few minutes to regain my composure.
	"I want to apologize for what happened to you," he said 
in a melancholy tone. "I feel terrible that something like 
this happened when there is no need for it. I also know that 
our teachers need to be more alert to what is going on in 
the schoolyard. I want you to know that I will do everything 
I can to make sure this doesn't happen again."
	"Thank you," I mumbled. "I just want to be the other 
kids to leave me alone, that's all."
	"I think that won't be a problem from now on. Wait here 
just another moment," he added as he retreated from the 
office.
	A few minutes later the door opened and the principal 
returned again, this time with six people following him. 
Three of them I knew because they were the three boys that 
had taken my pants the day before. I assumed that the other 
three were their fathers. This was confirmed when Mr. Brandt 
introduced me to them. He then proceeded to explain in 
detail how the school would handle any further incidents 
like this. One of the obvious punishments would be a 
suspension from school followed by two weeks of after school 
detention. This was in addition to the regular spanking that 
would be issued using the wooden paddle that hung on the 
door.
	Once the guidelines were clear to everyone, the three 
boys' parents apologized to me for their son's behavior. The 
boys were then told to apologize to me and were advised of 
the additional "at home" punishment that they would receive 
if this happened again. I was relieved that I might finally 
be free from the day-to-day harassment that I had lived with 
for so long.
	With that resolved, we were all sent back to class. 
When we entered the classroom, everyone was playing an 
educational game to pass the time until we returned. She 
felt it was best to postpone the lesson since there were 
four of us missing. As I walked back to my seat I noticed 
that there were a few new people in our class. It wasn't 
often that we got new students, so it was unusual that we 
had two new ones at the same time. Mrs. Jefferson quickly 
introduced the new students as Jeff and Mike. She then had 
us all go around the room and tell something about 
ourselves. I could tell that both Jeff and Mike were very 
shy by the way they kept their heads down when they gave 
their personal information. I hoped that maybe I would get 
to know them and we could be friends.
	The rest of the morning went by at a snail's pace 
because I kept thinking about meeting the new students. I 
kept glancing at them during the lesson anticipating a new 
friendship. This was very easy because I sat in the back row 
and could see everyone. I was fortunate enough to be looking 
right at Jeff as he became restless and reached both his 
arms over his head to stretch. This caused his shirt to pull 
up which exposed a tiny bit of a disposable diaper, which 
was peeking above the waist of his pants. I could hardly 
contain my excitement at the prospects of making friends 
with another kid who wore diapers. In fact, I was so excited 
that I peed my diaper once again. I was more anxious than 
normal for lunch to get here now as I plotted a way to meet 
my new friend.
	As I thought about how lucky this day was turning out, 
I remembered the wish I had given the genie last night just 
before I went to bed. The situation with other kids picking 
on me had been resolved and now I had a chance to make a new 
friend. My wish had really come true.

Part 6

	Lunch had finally arrived and I was getting 
apprehensive about actually meeting the new boy I had 
resolved to become friends with. As I walked across the 
lunchroom and approached the back table where he was 
sitting, I could feel my hands getting sweaty as my heart 
began racing a hundred miles an hour. I decided not to ask 
permission to sit with him and simply took the space 
directly across from him. As I was sitting down he looked up 
at me with a puzzled look on his face, "what are you doing 
sitting next to me?"
	"You look like a nice guy, and I know you are new, so I 
figured I would keep you company," I explained to him hoping 
that he wouldn't ask me to leave. "Can I stay?"
	He simply shrugged his shoulder and said, "Sure, you 
can sit here if you want, but I doubt it would be good for 
you to be seen hanging around with me."
	"Why is that," I asked him as I began taking a bite of 
my burrito.
	"No one likes me and they will probably not like you 
either if you hang around with me, " he stated with a glum 
look on his face. Obviously, the word hadn't gotten around 
to him that I am a diaper boy yet.
	"Well then, we should get along great, that is my role 
at this school. Would you like to be my friend?"
	"Uh, sure. I guess we can be friends," he responded 
with a still noticeable edge to his voice.
	"Don't worry, I am not trying to trick you or anything. 
I don't have that many friends myself and was hoping since 
you were new that you might be willing to give me a chance." 
I just sat there and waited for him to respond to my 
request.
	He must have sensed my sincerity because his faced 
relaxed a bit as he said, "I'm Jeff, what's your name?"
	"I'm David," I responded as I reached out to shake on 
our newly formed friendship.
	Just then I heard a thud as a full carton of milk 
landed on the table and splashed all over my tray of food 
and the front of my shirt. As I looked over at the table 
across the aisle from us an older boy who appeared to be in 
the third grade was pointing and making rude comments.
	"Hey look, diaper boy found himself a little play 
mate," he teased while throwing the remaining piece of his 
hot dog at me.
	Before he could get another degrading comment out of 
his mouth the janitor grabbed him by one arm and the back of 
the neck and lifted him from his seat. "So you like to throw 
your food in my cafeteria, huh? We'll see how much fun you 
are having after you see the principle for a nice whoopin." 
Cries could be heard all the way down the hall as he was 
being dragged forcibly to the office.
	I was still sitting there with a blank look on my face 
and milk dripping from shirt when Jeff grabbed my arm and 
shook it. "Are you okay?"
	"Huh? I mean uh, yeah I'm fine," I said still slightly 
shaken by the incident. At least I knew that the school 
wasn't going to put up with people picking on me anymore 
which gave me some comfort.
	Jeff was still looking at me as I tried to wipe up the 
spilled milk with a stack of napkins. I could feel his 
constant stare, and I knew what he was going to ask before 
he even asked it. "You wear diapers?" was the inevitable 
question.
	I put the soaked napkins on my tray as I thought about 
how to respond to this question. Finally I just figured it 
is out in the open anyway and said, "yeah, I still wear 
diapers." I was kind of relieved because now I didn't have 
to worry about how to bring up the issue of diapers. "Do you 
still want to be my friend? I won't blame you if you don't."
	He just looked at me as if to determine if I was worthy 
of his friendship. Then he leaned over the table a little 
bit so he could whisper without anyone else hearing him. 
"Actually, I still wear diapers, too," he admitted. "I 
didn't know there would be others here that were also diaper 
wearers."
	"Really, that is so cool." I just pretended that this 
was the first I knew about him wearing diapers. "So we will 
sort of be like diaper buddies," I joked.
	We both picked our trays up off the table and headed 
for the side door that led outside. Normally I would have 
gone over to the swings, but I really wanted to be able to 
talk to my new friend and not have to worry about others 
listening to our conversation. As we walked towards the 
fence than ran along the back of the school property, Jeff 
and I exchanged stories about our past. It turns out that 
Jeff used to live in Seattle with his parents until they got 
divorced. When his mom moved to Boise to get a fresh start, 
Jeff had to start anew as well. For the most part, we were 
very much alike. We have both been picked on most of our 
lives by kids at school and have had difficulty making any 
friends. However, we have both have loving parents who are 
gentle and make it fun to wear diapers at home. Jeff's 
parents don't really baby him like mine, but they are still 
very supportive of his needs. He was very intrigued by my 
stories describing the way my parents treat me like I am 
still three years old.
	As we continued to walk around the perimeter of the 
playground, I noticed the other new boy sitting all by 
himself in the far corner of the yard. "Hey Jeff, do you 
know that other new guy that is sitting over there?" I had 
to point him out because Jeff didn't know who I was talking 
about.
	"I only know that his name is Mike and he is from 
Texas," Jeff explained. "Why, do you know him?"
	"No, I just noticed he was sitting all alone and I 
thought about going over and talking to him."
	"I guess we could," he agreed. "It looks like he must 
be a loner like us and could probably use a friend."
	We continued talking about our pasts as we walked over 
to meet Mike. When we finally got to where he was sitting, 
he didn't even notice we were standing there.
	"Hello," I said in a slightly raised voice that got his 
attention very quickly.
	"Go away and leave me alone," was the muffled reply. He 
didn't even raise his head from where it rested in his 
folded arms, which were propped up against his knees.
	"We were just trying to see why you were all alone over 
here. We figured you needed some company," I tried to 
explain.
	He finally looked up with a touch of agitation in his 
eyes. "Why, so you can pick on me and make fun of me?" He 
continued to look at us as if we were an enemy or something. 
"I don't know why you would want to be around me, no one 
likes me," he continued.
	"We don't even know you yet," I answered. "How would we 
know if we like you or not?"
	"I just know." With that he let his head drop back onto 
his arms.
	Now it was Jeff's turn to talk to him. "Why don't you 
at least give us a chance to be your friend. It isn't like 
we have all that many friends ourselves." After taking a 
seat on the grass next to Mike, Jeff continued, "you just 
looked like you were one of us and thought you would like to 
be our friend."
	"What do you mean by one of us?"
	"Well," Jeff said, "we don't have any friends and no 
one likes us either."
	"Yeah," I jumped back in. "When we saw you sitting by 
yourself we figured you needed to meet other kids like us." 
I just smiled to let him know that we weren't pulling his 
leg.
	"I guess it wouldn't hurt," he conceded. Just then 
there was a loud eruption between Mike's legs followed by a 
very potent odor. His face flushed completely with 
embarrassment as both Jeff and I looked at him. Tears formed 
in his eyes and he jumped to his feet saying, "why couldn't 
you just leave me alone," as he ran towards the school.
	Jeff and I looked at each other and then in unison we 
said, "he must wear diapers too." We both got very large 
smiles on our faces as we contemplated having another diaper 
buddy to hang out with. Hopefully with three of us we would 
be less likely to get picked on.
	The lunch bell rang summoning us back into our 
classrooms and ending my state of euphoria from having just 
met two new diaper buddies in the same day. I couldn't wait 
to get home and tell mommy and daddy what happened at school 
today.