THE SUMMER WITH JIMMY
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	This is a fictional story about two diaper boys that 
found love and acceptance in each other. About two set of 
parents that had the understanding that would help two fine 
boys grow up in a very biased and confused world.

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	School was about out for the summer back in 1941. The 
World War was getting started in the Pacific. This was the 
most followed event in the fourth grade of our school. Even 
so this was a joyous time for a 10 year old. I had no cares 
in the world. My world was only interrupted by parents 
sending me off to school through the winter months, but now 
the summer was just around the corner. Within only a few 
more weeks school would be put behind us till fall.
	One day I had to go pee so bad. knowing if I did not 
get to the boys' room very soon I was going to pee my 
pants. I raised my hand, waving it in the air. The teacher 
allowed me to go down to the boys' room. This would not be 
an unusual occurrence in any grade school because most the 
boys had to go pee sometime during class time. Sometimes 
this was the only way to escape class even for a short 
time.
	If we stayed too long in the boys' room the teacher 
would come looking for us. It would be no use for us to 
hide in the boys' room, she would come right in without 
even knocking. More than one boy had been pulled back into 
the classroom by his arm. It was rather embarrassing too, 
the teacher would make an announcement in front of the 
class while she held on to the boy. She would tell the 
whole class that Johnny or Jerry, or who ever, had been 
goofing off in the bathroom. The class would laugh. Then 
the teacher would make us get back to work.
	I was lucky in some ways. My mother made arrangements 
with the teacher. The teacher knew everything about my 
needing to wear diapers. She made sure the other kids did 
not know.
	The teacher would give me privileges that most others 
did not have. One was when I had to go pee or poop all I 
had to do was raise my hand, she acted quickly allowing me 
to get going. My mother and teacher agreed that if I could 
tell when I needed to potty I should go right then. They 
were hoping this would cause me to get more control and not 
wet or dirty my diaper. I would be rewarded in some nice 
way if I came home after school with dry diapers. Sometimes 
it would be a sweet roll or candy. Mostly it would be a 
nice word of praise.
	So this day I felt some pee leaking into the diaper so 
I raised my hand. The teacher motioned for me to get going. 
As I ran out of the room I heard a few snickers about my 
having to go pee. They did not know I had on a diaper but 
something about toileting was humorous for boys that age. 
Ever one knew where I was going.
	I headed for the first booth I came to, closed the 
door and dropped my pants which was a chore in itself. I 
had to be careful with the safety pins that held the diaper 
tightly to my thighs, or else they would come unpinned. I 
learned how to pull the diaper off without unpinning, then 
I would face the open toilet. Letting go what would be left 
in my bladder I felt instant relief. If had to poop I would 
crawl up on the toilet pulling my diaper and pants up so 
anyone coming in would not be able to see the diaper under 
the stall door. When I had finished I would carefully pull 
up my diaper adjust the rubber pants, pull up my trousers, 
tighten the belt and head back to the classroom.
	This day when I returned the teacher was standing 
before the class with the most beautiful boy I ever saw. 
She was introducing him to the class. I could not take my 
eyes off him as I made my way quietly back to my seat.
	Because school was about to shut down for the summer 
this new boy would not be enrolled for this year but would 
be allowed to attend, then next fall he would be one of our 
classmates. The other kids were eyeing the new boy as much 
as I was. I noticed the girls seemed the most interested. I 
suppose he represented new life to the class or did they 
sense the beauty as I had.
	The teacher led him to my seat and asked if I would 
share my desk with him as there was no open desk left.
	"Sure!" I said as I scooted over giving him enough 
room to sit beside me. Several of the girls were still 
staring at him. I could tell he was somewhat embarrassed. I 
remember how my face felt hot. I would look over at him and 
smile.
	He looked back at me with his infectious smile. I 
whispered to him that I was glad he was with us. Sort of a 
welcome from one of the students. But I felt something 
happening inside me. I realized I really meant I was happy 
he was with me. At that time I could not have told you why 
I felt as I did but when we went out for the afternoon 
playground he followed me like a puppy. We sat together on 
the grass watching the other kids play baseball. He told me 
his name was Jimmy and that he just moved here from back 
East. We both talked as if we had known each other for a 
life time. By the time we returned to our desk we were like 
old friends.
	I found out we both lived only a couple of blocks from 
each other . We had a lot in common and even the difference 
we had made him all the more interesting to me. I just knew 
we would become even closer friends that coming summer.
	That night after supper I went to my room to be alone 
a while before getting a bath and going to bed. I remember 
I was reading one of my many comic books when I suddenly 
got this exciting jolt like electricity running all over 
me. "Jimmy, Jimmy!" kept coming to my mind. It was similar 
to the feeling I was beginning to get when I think of 
certain girls in my class.
	I was just beginning to notice how cute girls were. 
Girls wore dresses in those days. Some with high stockings 
others with low socks but when ever I saw their bare legs I 
would get this funny feeling all over. One of the girls in 
my class would smile at me and I would feel weak and uneasy 
but I liked the feeling, I liked to look at her. From where 
my seat was I could look back at her, I also could see up 
her legs if she was sitting just right. Sometimes I could 
see her underpants hiding deep up her legs. When that 
happened I would have to turn back towards the front of the 
room. If I didn't I would get a strong feeling inside my 
diaper that was pleasant but could become uncomfortable if 
I did not change my view. I just did not understand why 
these things were happening to me. I never talked about it 
to any one else.
	This same feeling came over me as I thought about 
Jimmy. I just could not understand it. I had other boy 
friends but none of them affected me like Jimmy did. He was 
so cute for a boy.
	Mom called me into the bathroom because it was bed 
time and I needed to get my nightly bath. I was 10 years 
old but still mom would help me with my bath. I would stand 
in front of her as she unpinned my diaper letting it drop 
to the floor. I was not embarrassed to have my mother see 
me like that. She was just my mom and it was her duty to 
bath me, least I thought.
	It was not long after that bath that she stopped 
coming in. I guess she thought I need the privacy because I 
was becoming such a big boy. Or it could be because when 
she took off my diaper I presented her with a very hard 
boner. She said nothing about it but I knew she saw me in a 
way that may have embarrassed her. When I got into the tub 
she put a wash cloth over my genitals which I thought 
strange. For a while she would only come in to be sure I 
washed my face and behind my ears. Other then that she let 
me bath alone.
	While in the tub I began to wonder if Jimmy was taking 
his nightly bath also. As I lathered my body with soap I 
would close my eyes and visualize Jimmy was with me. I 
wondered what he looked like. I wondered if he had some 
feelings about me, was he thinking about me at this same 
time?
	I found this type of thinking caused me to get an ever 
harder boner then I had before. I gave myself some comfort 
while Jimmy's image was clear in my mind. I was wondering 
if he played with himself also. The thought brought on a 
warmth like I never experienced up to that time.
	I had just finished when mom opened the door. I guess 
I jumped so hard I splashed water onto the floor. Mom made 
a comment about how jumpy I was but she never knew what I 
was doing. I felt embarrassed to have her catch me like 
that.
	I was taken to my bed where she placed a thick night 
time cloth diaper on me. Pinning it up as tightly as she 
get it. I liked to feel the night diaper, it was so thick I 
could rub over it just barely feeling the touch inside. It 
caused me to keep my legs spread apart with my back in a 
slight hump because the diaper lifted me up a few inches. 
Then she would slide the rubber panties over it causing me 
to feel new warmth as the covering made little air to reach 
my skin. By morning I would be wet from both sweat and pee. 
I remember waking up with a full bladder and having to go 
bad. With a grin on my face I would just spread my legs 
farther apart and let the warm pee release. I enjoyed every 
feeling of the warm flow as it ran to my down the diaper 
warming my butt, then lying there as the diaper soaked up 
the wetness. I would wait until I could hear mom coming for 
me. She would pull the covers back and make some remark 
like, "Get up, lazybones."
	How she knew I was wet with all that covering I don't 
know but she would sometimes say, "Wet again... When will 
you ever sleep dry?" then she would commence pulling off 
the rubber panties and unpinning the diaper. I lay there 
anticipating the cool air as it hit my wet body. I always 
looked forward to having mom take a warm wash cloth and 
wiping my body. Most likely or not I would give her a hard 
boner as she gripped it lightly between her fingers and 
wiped with the warm cloth. She would place the cloth over 
me as if to hid the boy thing from her. When she turned 
away to get a new dry diaper I would soak up the feeling 
that raced over my body. Of course I would not make any 
noise or comment that would draw attention to how I felt.
	After the warm thinner dry diaper was placed and 
pinned, Mom would work up the clean rubber pant patting it 
into place. She then leaned over and kissed my belly button 
telling me it was time to get up and finishing dressing for 
school.
	Although I never told anyone else about my diaper 
need, I did have the desire to share with some of my 
friends. But I never did... I knew they would never 
understand. Kids can be so cruel to each other at times. 
One time a boy was wrestling with me on the school lawn and 
he suddenly backed off. He knew something was thicker down 
there but he never said anything, he never played with me 
after that, either. I was greatly hurt but thought he may 
think I was strange or something. I am grateful he never 
told anyone about it.
	My new friend Jimmy and I were like twins for the rest 
of the school year. We spent a lot of time together. I had 
the desire to tell him about my diapers but was afraid he 
would not want to be my friend if I did.
	Then the first day of our summer vacation we had spent 
the whole day playing in an open field behind our house. We 
both completely forgot ourselves as we romped around 
pretending to be this or that. Then his mom called him home 
for supper. Just then my mom called. We walked arm in arm 
till we parted.
	During our supper the telephone rang. It was Jimmy's 
mother wanting to talk to my mom. I couldn't imagine what 
they were talking about but from this side of the phone it 
sounded as if they were talking about me. It was a good 
call, I was not in trouble or any thing like that but I was 
bothered when Mom mentioned my name time to time.
	"That was Jimmy's mother," she told me.
	I asked what it was about and she told me his mother 
wanted to know if I could come over and spend the night 
with him. "A sleepover!" I said out loud.
	"I guess so, dear, what do you want to do?" She asked 
me.
	I get this shot of fear that nearly paralyzes me when 
I think about going out to some ones house on a sleepover.
	"Mom!" I whispered, "You know I can't....!"
	Mom was calm for the both of us. She just quietly 
asked if I wanted to go or not.
	"I want to!" Oh, yes I wanted to in the worst way. 
"But what will he think if he knows I wear diapers, and if 
I don't I will wet his bed?"
	"Don't think you have much to worry about, his mother 
explained that Jimmy has to wear diapers to bed. When I 
told her you did too, both of us agreed it would be nice if 
you two boys had a sleepover." Mom's words seemed like a 
dream come true. "Really!" I said, "He wears diapers?"
	"Only at night." Mom encouraged me to call him back 
saying, "It would be good for you to have a friend to talk 
with about this."
	I did call back and Jimmy's mother turned the phone 
over to him so we could talk to each other.
	"Mom told me you sometimes wet the bed!" I came to the 
point too soon as there was a long pause on the other end 
of the line. Then Jimmy said, "You do too, mom said!"
	"Ya! isn't it great?" I answered with excitement.
	"Why didn't you tell me before?" He asked.
	"You know!" I paused.
	"Ya I know..... Well, are you going to come over 
tonight? We can talk about it then!" Jimmy seemed as 
excited as myself.
	"That is what I think is so great..... I never had 
anyone to talk to that would understand before." I had a 
hint of relief in my voice.
	"Me, too." He said. "Don't worry about bringing a lot 
of diapers, I have plenty!"
	After hanging up the phone I could hardly contain 
myself. Mom had to calm me down as she got me ready to go.

Part 2 -- Our First Sleepover

	It was the summer of 1941. I was 10 years old. School 
was almost out for the summer. Every boy is looking forward 
to the day when we can throw our books into the air and 
chant, "No more school, no more books, no more teachers' 
dirty looks."
	This part of our story begins on a Friday evening, the 
beginning of the last weekend before Summer Vacation. Jimmy 
and I have just become friends. His mom and my mom had a 
phone conversation that was the beginning of a lifetime 
friendship between our two families.
	"Sure, I want to go over to Jimmy's house for a 
sleepover, I sure do......", but I have to wear diapers at 
night or I could wet the bed. I would be very embarrassed. 
Besides, it could cost me the friendship I so much want.
	I felt very comfortable and safe in my own bed. Mom 
and Dad never made fun of me for needing diapers. I 
overheard them say things like, "It is better to have dry 
pants and bed then a wet one, I see no reason for him not 
wearing diapers." or "Sure he wears diapers, why not! He's 
had far less stress since we put him in diapers."
	My mother is very wise and I know she loves me very 
much. She calls me her baby. I like that when she refers to 
me as her baby but I wouldn't like it if she told everyone. 
She and I have this thing going..... She can call me her 
baby when we are alone together but in company she refers 
to me as her youngest son.
	I have two older brothers. One is 25 years old and he 
is off in the Navy stationed on some big ship in the 
Pacific. He writes when he can and always has a word for 
me. I love him very much. He even sent me a old Japanese 
flag. Don't know where he got it, being on ship and all. He 
used to laugh at me for wearing diapers but Dad worked him 
over till he understood. Since then my brother stood up for 
me more then once during my younger years.
	I have another brother. He is married with a baby boy 
of his own. I am the only kid left at home. I like it that 
way because I get all the attention. One drawback, whenever 
anything goes wrong I am the one getting the attention. It 
is hard to blame it on someone that isn't there.
	I miss my big brothers, guess that is one reason I had 
made friends with Jimmy so quickly. Jimmy is my age, I just 
found out he wears diapers, too. He has to wear them to bed 
or else, like me, he wets the bed.
	Mom packed a small bag with some of my things. She 
only put in a couple of diapers because Jimmy had enough 
for both of us should I need extra.
	Mom took my hand and we walked over to Jimmy's house. 
I rang the doorbell. I was so surprised. It was a girl that 
opened the door. She asked me if I was Jimmy's new friend. 
I told her I was. "Oh ya, come in." She was older then me 
but she was kinda cute for a girl.
	She looked so cute in her short two-piece outfit. I 
stood there looking dumb. I was speechless. I hadn't seen 
many girls with their bellybutton showing through the bare 
spot between the top and the skirt. She looked a lot like 
Jimmy but had long hair down over her shoulders.
	Mom brought me back to the reality of the present.
	We were introduced to Jimmy's mother and dad. Both 
seemed like nice people.
	"Jimmy will be right down, he is getting some things 
done I had asked of him. Please sit down." His mother 
offered us a place on the couch.
	About that time another girl ran into the living room 
jumping up on her daddy's lap with out even asking. She 
looked as if she was about my age. She did not know we were 
there. When she suddenly realized we were company she sat 
still on her daddy's lap.
	"This is Betty, Jimmy's other sister. You have to 
forgive her she was just getting ready for bed," her daddy 
told us.
	"Hi! Betty," I smiled at her.
	"Hi! I'm 11 and a half, how old are you?" She giggled 
as her daddy tickled her in the ribs.
	"I'm 10," I answered.
	Looking up at her daddy, Betty said, "that's how old 
Jimmy is, 10."
	"I know, they met at school when Jimmy went over to 
register. They will be in the same class," her dad 
answered.
	"OH!" She sighed. Just then she seemed to realize she 
was only wearing a T-shirt and panties. She tried to draw 
up her legs as if it would hid herself from my gaze.
	It wasn't as if I were trying to see everything. 
Actually I was amazed at how relaxed she was. It was as if 
being in her panties was common this time of night. I never 
seen a girl in only underpants before.
	My mother gave me a nudge with her elbow which brought 
me out of my trance.
	"Our last name is Wilson," My mom started to introduce 
ourselves.
	"Our name is Grove," was the response.
	"Jimmy Grove," I said to myself, It had a nice ring. 
"Betty Grove." I thought to myself as she wiggled on her 
daddy's lap it was impossible for me keep my eyes off her. 
I remember them as white with red hearts all over them. Her 
panties, that is. Sometimes the girl at school wore printed 
panties but I could never see them clearly.
	Jimmy's older sister stood up to excuse herself 
saying, "I have to get to my homework, please excuse me." 
She said this so politely.
	After she left the room I blurted out, "What's her 
name?"
	Betty piped up with, "that's my sister, Nancy..... she 
is 16."
	Six years older then I was. I was disappointed in a 
way, I had been hoping she was closer to my age. "But Betty 
is almost my age!" I began to fidget on the couch. My 
diaper was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
	"What's the matter with me!" I kept thinking. "Girls 
weren't this important to me last year." I had been told by 
one of my Uncles that the day would come when I would be 
thinking of girls. I guess it has come. Betty and Nancy had 
made an impression on me that was hard to understand.
	"Hi!" I heard Jimmy's voice as he came down the 
stairs. "Come on up. I'll show you my room."
	I was relieved to hear his familiar voice. I was being 
rescued at last.
	"Hi!" I answered as I jumped to meet him. I followed 
him back up the stairs.
	There was two bedrooms and a bath upstairs. I could 
smell the sweet smell of perfume coming from one. I was 
sure it was not Jimmy's.
	"That's Nancy's room" He pointed out, "This one is 
mine."
	I glanced into the slightly open door and could see 
Nancy sitting at a desk doing her homework. I liked the 
smell. Made me feel a little dizzy.
	We went into a room filled with things boys like to 
play with. Under the dormer window was an electric train. 
His bunk bed was covered with a cowboy blanket. A few 
clothes were scattered here and there. The wall next to the 
door was a small desk with other boy things cluttered on 
top of it.
	"You can sleep in this bed!" He patted the top bunk. 
"I sleep there when I am alone but I'll let you use it, 
most boys like the top bunk."
	I told him either one would do but I thanked him for 
his consideration.
	"I see you met my sisters!" Jimmy waited my reaction.
	"Yes.... their really nice....." I tried not to show 
my true interest.
	"Have you any brothers or sisters?" he asked.
	"Two brothers, One is in the Navy and the other is 
married, he lives a long ways away." Then I asked him a 
stupid question. "What is it like to have two older 
sisters?"
	"Ok, I guess. I never had any brothers so I can't 
compare." Then Jimmy quickly added, "You and I can be 
brothers.... if you want to pretend?"
	"Ok by me! It would be nice to have a brother my same 
age." I confided in him about being lonely at times.
	"I always wanted a brother, my Sisters are alright but 
they want to do girl things with me and talk all the time 
about girl things. Betty acts like a baby sometimes to get 
her own way, but Nancy helps get her back in line," he 
laughed.
	Sitting on the edge of the lower bunk we began to 
exchange thoughts and ideas, talking about this and that so 
we could get to know each other better.
	I felt I just had to ask him something. I started to 
ask several times but held back for fear he may 
misunderstand me. But the more we talked the more I 
realized he would understand about........ diapers.
	"Jimmy, do you put your own diaper on or does your mom 
help you?" I asked with my fingers crossed behind me. I 
wondered how he would take such a personal question.
	To my surprise he just blurted out, "I never have to 
change myself. Mom some times helps. Even Daddy will do it 
if he needs to. But most the time my sisters do it." 
Noticing the look on my face Jimmy ducked his head as if he 
let out some kind of deep secret and was not sure how I was 
taking it.
	"My Mom does it most," I told him. "She does it at 
night and in the morning anyway." I went on to tell him 
that my Dad only changes me unless he can get out of it. I 
continued to tell him that I do my own changing during the 
day, at least, most the time.
	"You wear them all day?" Jimmy seemed surprised. "Even 
to school?"
	I grinned at him as I giggled that it was true. But I 
was quick to tell him no one knows for sure. At least I 
don't think any one knows.
	"How do you do it? I would be afraid someone would 
find out." Jimmy answered.
	"Well, a few times I was almost caught but.... 
well.... I might as well tell you, the teacher knows." I 
explained. "But she and mom has this plan they are working 
together on. I think they think I will give up diapers when 
I can stay dry. So the teacher and Mom get me to the 
bathroom when I feel I need to go. But I don't always make 
it."
	"Why do you bother with going to the boy's room then?" 
he asked.
	In a low whisper I told him I sometimes go to the 
boy's room and just stand up letting my diaper get wet. He 
confessed he did the same thing at night sometimes if he 
woke up dry. This is the way we get to continue wearing 
diapers.
	He told me he wish he could wear them more then just 
to bed. "Do you like to wear them all the time?"
	"Sure I like wearing diapers. They feel so good," I 
told him.
	"I know what you mean, but ....what's it like to wear 
diapers all the time?" He asked with interest.
	"Don't you know?" I asked. "You have to use them all 
the time to understand."
	"I only wear them at night. It must be awesome to get 
to wear them all the time, even to school." Jimmy was 
eyeing my pants.
	"Do you have them on now?" he continued.
	"Ya!" I could tell he was straining to ask me a 
question.
	Jimmy jumped up and closed the bedroom door. Leaning 
back on the door he said, "Show me!"
	"What?" I just knew he was going to ask me that.
	"Show me your diaper!" He was rather pushing for 
action, "I mean, Please show me!"
	There is something about diaper boys. They are proud 
of their diapers. Showing them off would be the top joy of 
the day, especially to another boy that likes diapers. But 
it is a two-way street.
	"Ok!" I said as I stood up. Pulling my pants down over 
the rubber panties I let them hang around my knees. I 
pulled my T-shirt up a bit so he could get a good look at 
the diaper package.
	"Wow! You even get to wear rubber panties!" Because he 
was enjoying this opportunity I felt compelled to go 
farther.
	I took my rubber pants down and stood back up so he 
could see the cloth diaper. I made effort to point out the 
two large baby pins on each side.
	"Alright!" he yelled out loud.
	I was just in the process of pulling my rubber pants 
over the diaper when a knock came to the door of the 
bedroom.
	Jimmy held even tighter against the door. "What!" he 
called out.
	Nancy just wanted to know if every thing was OK 
because she heard Jimmy yell out.
	"We're OK!" he answered as he motioned for me to pull 
up my clothes.
	Which I finished without hesitation. And in just in 
time, too.
	Nancy had opened the door enough to see for herself 
that every thing was Ok. After Nancy went back into her 
room we wiped our foreheads, "Whew! that was close." I 
said.
	Jimmy thanked me for showing him and promised he would 
show his diaper to me after getting ready for bed. He took 
me over to the chest of draws where he opened on drawer. 
There was a stack of clean and neatly folded diapers with a 
small bowl of safety pins.
	I asked, "What would have happened if Nancy came in on 
us while I had my pants down?"
	"Probably nothing, she seen boys before. She wouldn't 
get mad or anything like that." Jimmy was so sure of 
himself.
	"But she would have seen me in my diaper!" I 
protested.
	"She knows you wear diapers. Mom told all of us after 
talking with your mother. I only thought you wore them at 
night." Jimmy still couldn't believe I was in diapers every 
day.
	"Every one knows, even Betty?" I asked.
	"Sure! She knows. She thinks all boys need diapers to 
sleep in." Jimmy giggled.
	I laughed with him. We may not have been too far off 
with the understanding about boys using diapers to sleep 
in. Probably all boys have wet beds before they were 7 and 
many after that. I always wondered if more boys wore 
diapers then I ever thought.
	Then a thought hit me. Something I had not thought of 
before but was some how bothering me at the moment.
	"Is your Mom going to change us for bedtime?" I asked 
but was not sure I wanted any woman other then my own Mom 
to diaper me.
	"She might, but the girls had been arguing about who 
would do it. I think they made an agreement for both of 
them would do it tonight. I hope you won't mind." Jimmy 
seemed to be perfectly willing to let the girls do it.
	"Both..... girls..... ?" I stuttered, "Why don't we do 
each other that way the girls won't have to bother." I was 
hoping he would agree.
	"If you want too, but they know how to do it. They 
never hurt me and I think they won't hurt you," He pleaded 
the case.
	After I gave every argument I could for not letting 
the girls do it, I finally gave in.
	"Ok But it makes me feel funny having girls change 
me."
	"Me too! But isn't that what's so great about it?" 
Jimmy surprised me with his answer.

Part 3 -- Our First Sleepover - 2

	I had just asked Jimmy if his mother would be getting 
us ready for bed, would she be putting on our diapers. He 
told me his sisters had made an agreement that both of them 
would get us ready tonight. I was getting an uneasy 
feeling.
	"Both..... girls..... ?" I stuttered, "Why don't we do 
each other that way the girls won't have to bother." I was 
hoping he would agree. Besides, I liked to diaper someone 
else. I helped my cousin several times. He was six years 
old at the time. We had fun doing it.
	"If you want too, but they know how to do it. I don't 
think they would hurt you." He pleaded the case.
	I wasn't concerned about getting hurt. I know no one 
can get hurt being diapered unless stuck with a pin. It was 
just the idea of letting his sisters diaper me that made me 
feel funny. I only wanted my own mom to change me. But 
however, down inside, I was toying with the idea having 
Nancy diapering me. Betty was too close to my age, I 
worried she would make fun of me or something.
	After I gave every argument I could for not letting 
the girls do it, I finally gave in.
	"Ok But it makes me feel funny having girls change 
me."
	"Me too! But that's what's so great about it." Jimmy 
surprised me with his answer. I would have to think about 
this some more.
	While I and Jimmy was talking we heard someone coming 
up the stairs. It was my mom coming to tell me she was 
leaving. "Have fun boys, I'll pick you up about noon 
tomorrow." She kissed me goodbye. She also whispered for me 
not to be concerned about the diaper problem. She added, 
"It is all taken care of."
	Jimmy heard the last part of her words to me. He asked 
me what she meant by 'it is all taken care of.'
	I told him I didn't know what she meant but maybe she 
was thinking about me being diapered by your sisters. I 
guess it would be alright to let them this time. I guess I 
was just to much of a worrywart about these things. But for 
some reason I was not comfortable being diapered by girls 
other then my mom. You see, I never even seen what girls 
looked like. I was not sure I wanted them to see me that 
way. I had changed my little cousin before but never a 
little girl. It seemed all the girls in our relationship 
were out of diapers so fast I never got a chance to help 
out in that way. Ever think about that?
	We spent the next hour playing with his electric train 
set. Then he got out a deck of cards. The cards had 
pictures of things and numbers. He taught me how to play 
the game. Can't remember what it was.
	A light knock came to the door. When Jimmy opened it 
his two sisters came in with big smiles on their faces. 
Betty had on a small pink robe that came just above her 
knees It was very noticeable that she failed to button the 
front of her robe. In her bare feet she had that wild look 
of an animal prancing through the room.
	When she walked or moved I could see everything 
because the robe would fly open exposing that she only had 
on panties under it. Every move, every twist and she would 
open her robe giving me a fresh look. Once again my diaper 
began to feel funny. I just had to pull at it to make more 
room.
	With every move she made her robe opened and closed. 
She nearly drove me out of my mind as she flashed herself 
before me time after time. I felt this funny feeling again 
as my diaper began pulling tightly between my legs.
	I tried closing my eyes but that did no good. What was 
I to do. I couldn't leave the room, I was a guest. I could 
only stand there looking at Betty. I have to confess.... 
She was the first girl I had ever seen this near naked. She 
was driving me up a wall.
	Jimmy could see what I was doing but said nothing. He 
had just lay down on the mat Nancy laid out for him. She 
was busy preparing a diaper for him.
	Then it hit me full force! If Nancy was going to 
diaper Jimmy that meant Betty was getting ready for me. I 
just could not let her see me like this. I mean I was not 
ready to have this girl take off my very wet diaper. But I 
had no choice. She motioned for me to lay down while she 
waved a clean diaper at me. I was on my back with my feet 
spread apart.
	Like any healthy young boy I watched every move she 
made. Then it happened. It was as if her robe was in the 
way so she deliberately tossed it aside. The robe fell to 
the floor. My eyes widen as she went about squatting down 
beside me as she pulled off my pants taking the rubber 
pants with them.
	Before I could get my thoughts together she was 
lifting my feet while sliding a new diaper under my butt. 
She paid no attention to me as a naked boy but with the 
same care and concern of my own mom, she had my diaper 
pinned and tight.
	She sat back with her legs out in front of her, her 
hands on the floor for balance, "There!" She proudly said.
	I looked down in amazement of what a nice job she did. 
It fit perfectly and was I ever pleased.
	"Thank you!" I caught myself saying.
	"You welcome!" was her reply.
	Meantime, Jimmy had been diapered and was sitting on 
the edge of his bed watching down at me.
	With a smile he asked, "Didn't hurt.... did it?"
	I rolled over on my belly so I could see Jimmy better. 
With my hands holding up my head and elbows on the mat I 
smiled back.
	"No, it didn't hurt at all!" I laughed.
	In a few minutes Mrs. Wilson came in to check on us 
kids. She tucked us boys into our beds and turned out the 
light. After she left, Jimmy climbed up on my bunk so we 
could talk.
	"When was the first time you had to go to school in a 
diaper?" Jimmy asked as he made himself comfortable next to 
me.
	"I always had on a diaper, I think." I told him. "But 
one day in the first grade I was before the class helping 
the teacher clean the black boards. Someone threw a piece 
of paper at me. I turned around and right in front of the 
whole class I peed my pants. Not only was there a big wet 
spot on my pants, I had made a puddle on the floor.
	"Was that all!" Jimmy laughed. Catching himself he 
added, "I'm not laughing with you but it is funny."
	"I know!" I answered. "Another boy was laughing so 
hard he peed his pants too."
	"What happen?"
	"The teacher sent us both home." I told him.
	"Did your mom get after you?" Jimmy asked.
	"Not really, she was disappointed but she put me back 
into diapers after that. We had a system where day time I 
wore a thinner diaper with rubber pants during the day then 
a heavy triple padded diaper at night."
	Jimmy was listening with all his attention. He 
synthesized with me.
	"Do you really like wearing them?" He asked as he 
leaned up on one arm.
	"Sure, don't you?" I asked.
	Dropping back onto the bed he said, "Wish I could wear 
them all the time."
	"Really?" I asked.
	"Ya, but mom said I should learn to control myself 
during the day. She wants me close to a bathroom all the 
time. She keeps asking if I have to go," he complained.
	"Do you have to go very much?" I asked.
	"Some days I go a lot, other days hardly at all."
	I told him I knew how to get his folks to put into 
diapers all the time. He sat up saying, "HOW?"
	"Simple.... when you have to pee just do it." I 
surprised myself with my own brilliance.
	He though a while then began to question the idea. 
"But what if.... What if she gets mad at me." He gave the 
impression he did not want punishment.
	"Well, she may for a while but if you continue wetting 
your pants I am sure she would get the diaper idea." Again 
the words of wisdom just flowed out effortless. I was 
rather surprised I thought it up.
	"But what if it don't work?" Jimmy giggled.
	"You could always add a little poopy!" We both laughed 
out loud.
	"Do you ever poop your diaper?" he asked me.
	"Just did a little today." I confessed.
	"Wow! I did it before but mom made me clean myself up 
if I did it," He put a finger and thumb to his nose.
	"Ya, it can backfire sometimes!" I laughed.
	And so went our conversation until we both fell fast 
asleep.
	The next morning we woke up finding ourselves 
intertwined with each other in the same upper bunk.
	After awhile Jimmy asked me, "Are you dry or wet?"
"Wet of course, I can even feel it outside my diaper. See 
how damp it." I placed one of his hands over my diaper.
	"Check me out!" Jimmy had me do the same for him.
	I was surprised to find how it felt to touch another 
boy's diaper. Rather nice in a way. We just stayed in bed 
until Nancy came to 'wake' us up.
	I was pleasantly surprised when she began to feel us 
both before deciding to changes us before breakfast. Rather 
nice to wake up with your sister checking you out and 
making it alright again.
	We joined the rest of Jimmy's family for breakfast 
wearing only our diapers nothing else. No one seemed to be 
concerned about it. Seems a common sight to them. Both 
girls were dressed in pretty clean pressed dresses with 
their hair all done up. I kept looking at Betty, wishing 
she was still in only panties.

Part 4 -- The Tree House

	We just stayed in bed until Nancy came to 'wake' us 
up. She checked us out and decided to change us before 
breakfast.
	We joined the rest of Jimmy's family for breakfast 
wearing only our diapers and nothing else. No one seemed to 
be concerned about it. Seems a common sight to them. Both 
girls were dressed in pretty clean pressed dresses with 
their hair all done up. I kept looking at Betty, wishing 
she was still in only panties.
	"Looks like it will be a nice day, boys!" Jimmy's dad 
said as he kissed his wife before going down to his office.
	"Oh boy! that means we get to play out back," Jimmy 
pointed out the window.
	I saw a big old tree with a ladder of boards nailed to 
the trunk. My eyes followed the ladder up the tree, "Is 
that a tree house?" I asked as I strained to see more of 
it.
	"Yes! Isn't it great! It was here when we moved in. 
Come on I'll show it to you." Jimmy pushed his chair back.
	"You boys go ahead and play if you want," his mother 
told us.
	I asked Jimmy if we should put on our shorts before 
going outside but he just shrugged his shoulders, "No! 
nobody's going to see us anyway, Come on."
	Even though I was use to wearing diapers all the time, 
I was not experienced in going outside in only a diaper. I 
felt that if Jimmy's mother did not care it would be 
alright.
	The moment I stepped out the back door with my bare 
feet touching the soft grass I knew this is something to 
enjoy. A warm light wind was blowing around my body giving 
me a most wonderful feel of freedom I had ever known. I 
reasoned to myself that having on the diaper was not much 
different then having on a swim shorts. Boys in those days 
wore a swim suit that was not much different then a pair of 
underpants. The diaper was enough covering to keep us well 
covered in that area. I suppose if we were seen from a 
distance it may appear we were wearing white swim wear. Of 
course, someone may confuse the diaper for underpants. In 
any case, I soon became accustomed to being in only a 
diaper.
	"I thought you only wore your diaper to bed. Your 
mother did not seem to care if you had them on now?" It was 
more a question then a statement.
	"Oh, she lets me play outback sometimes unless I have 
to go downtown with her. Then I get dressed." We had 
reached the tree and Jimmy was starting up the ladder. 
"Careful, there is not much a hold on some of the boards."
	I heard some giggling below me as I was about halfway 
to the tree house. Jimmy had already gone through the small 
trap door. I turned to look down and saw Betty looking up 
at me.
	"What's so funny?" I asked.
	"You ..... your diaper butt!" she giggled.
	"My what?" I called back to her.
	"Never mind her, she always say's that! She gets her 
kicks out of watching me when I am in a diaper." Jimmy told 
his sister to go someplace else and leave us alone.
	I thought he was a little rough on her but she did not 
seem to mind, she giggled something else at us then ran off 
towards the house.
	"Has Betty ever been up here?" I asked.
	"A few times," he answered.
	I was standing up looking out the large window. I 
could see all around, even into the neighbors' back yards. 
From the other side I could see the back door to his house. 
It even had a full size roof to shed any rain.
	"How do you like it?" Jimmy pointed around the room.
	"A lot! Wish I had something like this. We don't even 
have a big enough tree to build one in." I was green with 
envy.
	Over on one wall there was a chest with three or four 
drawers. When I asked him what was in it, Jimmy told me I 
would never guess.
	He opened one and pulled out a pair of rubber pants. 
Real tan rubber. In those days we did not know what plastic 
pants were. It was built with elastic band around the waist 
and around each leg opening. When you wore them over a 
cloth diaper it would leave a red outline around the waist 
and thighs because they fit so tight but the part that 
covered the diaper was big and bulky. I remember how they 
would cause me to sweat until my diaper was almost as wet 
as if I had peed in them. In the summer time one would need 
several changes a day just to keep dry. Because of diaper 
rash my mother would cover my butt and front parts with 
something like Vaseline so I would not break out so bad. 
The fitted cloth diapers and disposables of today are much 
more comfortable. But maybe not near as much fun.
	Anyway back to the story.
	Jimmy had maybe four or more pairs of rubber pants in 
there. Another drawer he showed me several clean diapers 
and a box of baby diaper pins and a bar of soap. Now a bar 
of soap was a good thing to have. The diaper pins would go 
through the material much easier if you first jab the sharp 
pin into the soap first.
	"The diapers are mine but the rubber pants were left 
here by the last owner. They had a kid 12 years old. He 
must have forgot to check the drawers out before moving 
away." Jimmy handed me one of the rubber pants.
	"Just right!" I said after holding it up in front of 
me.
	"That's not all.... look!" Jimmy went over to loose 
board in one of the walls. Sliding one of the loose boards 
he put his hand into the opening and pulled out something.
	"What are they?" I looked the small package over.
	"I don't know, I think they are balloons." Jimmy took 
one that had been opened and blew it up. "Blow yours up, 
too."
	I unwrapped it. It was not like any balloon I had ever 
seen. "Maybe they are some kind of weather balloon," I said 
as I started blowing it up. "Boy, this sure has a large 
opening, must be why they are easy to blow up."
	The large balloons entertained us for a while 'til we 
tired of them. Jimmy let the air out and rolled them up. He 
placed them back into the secret hiding place.
	"Don't tell the girls about them, they may want some, 
too."
	I promised I would not tell. It would be years later 
before I realized just what they really were. Then I began 
to wonder what that 12 year old was doing with them.
	Oh ya! I forgot! Jimmy opened the bottom drawer and 
pulled out a large grocery sack. Opening it I was shown 
several pair of boys white underpants. They been used 
alright but why did he store them in his tree house. Jimmy 
and I could only guess.
	And so went the rest of the morning until my mom came 
after me.
	I asked my mother if Jimmy could come over and stay 
with me at our house. She smiled but only said, "maybe one 
day!"
	This is about only one day that summer. There was many 
more before we would go back to school.

Part 5 -- Figuring Out Momma

	I told my mother about the tree house but kept most 
details to myself. I did not think she would understand 
about the underwear we found. As for the balloons, well it 
actually slipped my mind. Looking back on that, I would 
say, "it was a good thing, that's for sure."
	Mom had never before allowed me to go outside in only 
a diaper but this morning when she picked me up I was in 
the backyard. I started for the house. She asked me where I 
was going. She told me she had my things in the car. She 
even had me go around to the front of the house and get 
into the car. I mentioned something like, "Hey, mom. I only 
have a diaper on!" And did you know she told me she could 
see that.
	"But, mom, someone might see me." I was a little self 
conscious but did as she told me. I ran to the car and shut 
the door quickly. I don't think anyone saw me anyway.
	When she got into the car she just smiled saying, "It 
is so warm today, I think a lot of boys will be running 
around in their shorts. You look just fine just fine to 
me."
	"But Mom, I am not in shorts. Some of the kids would 
make fun of me," I worried.
	I turned and waved good-bye to Jimmy who was now 
standing on the sidewalk waving to me. He was yelling 
something but I could not hear what it was.
	I continued to look back at him until we turned the 
corner. His mother popped his butt and pointed toward the 
backyard. Hope he wasn't in trouble. He told me he could go 
out back in a diaper but was not to go out front.
	"Have a good time, son?" my Mom asked.
	"Sure did, he has an great room.... he has lots of 
things. Mom, did you know he has two sisters?" I beamed as 
I spoke.
	"Yes, I met them too, remember?" She patted my leg.
	"Oh ya! now I remember...... but did you see Betty, 
what she was wearing?" I spoke about her showing off her 
underpants just as if it were a common occurrence.
	"Did that bother you, Baby!" She smiled as she turned 
onto our street.
	"No!" I answered with a break in my voice.
	"Mrs. Grove told me you boys were doing a lot of 
talking late last night. What did you fellows find to talk 
about?" Mom was not interfering but she sometimes likes to 
know what I'm doing .
	"Just things!" I looked out the window.
	"Things! I thought only girls would find things to 
talk about. I hope you didn't bother anyone." Mom always 
said I should be considerate of others and mind my manners 
when I am a guest.
	"Did you know his sisters like to........" I stopped 
in mid sentence.
	"Like to do what, Baby?" Mom stopped in our driveway. 
Then she turned to me for an answer.
	I realized this may be awkward the explain. I wasn't 
sure if I should say anything. I was almost ashamed. But I 
knew if I did not say something she would sit there the 
rest of the afternoon waiting for me to spill the beans.
	"Well... They like to help Jimmy, you know, change his 
diapers and all." I was expecting mom to react with shock 
but to my surprised she just said, "Is that all?"
	"Is that all!" I thought to myself, "Is that all... I 
wanted to say, "Good Grief, Mom." But I didn't.
	But I did say, "Mom they was girls!"
	"They were girls, Dear....not they was...." She always 
corrected me for saying the wrong words. "Mrs. Grove told 
me they helped both of you last night."
	"Good Grief, she knows!" ran through my mind. 
Sometimes I just don't understand my mother.... one time 
she got after me for looking at some pictures of naked 
girls I found in some kind of medical book. Now a real girl 
takes my diaper clean off and she isn't even upset. I am 
well aware that if I took off her panties I would be in big 
trouble. I just could not get it. Why the difference 
between girls and boys.
	I remember when one of my brothers wanted to baby-sit 
a neighborhood girl and mom and dad would not let him. He 
was about 13 then, I think the girl was about 4 or so. But 
when they needed a sitter for me, they got a 14 year old 
girl for the job. I just could not understand why!
	"Mom, they just came in the bedroom and did it, we 
hardly said anything." I tried to act shocked like I was a 
victim but inside I was getting excited all over again.
	"Well, come on in the house, I have supper to 
prepare." Mom opened her car door motioning for me to do 
the same. She promised me we could talk about this later if 
I want.
	I looked her right into the eye and asked, "Mom, don't 
you mind having a girl change me?"
	She just laughed, "Baby, if I could get help with 
diaper changing I would happy to let them do it."
	She continued, "No, I am not upset because they help 
change you. You must just accept the fact that girls have 
taken care of boys for a long time and will continue to do 
so a lot longer. Now come on and get into the house." She 
was beginning to sound like a Mother so I opened my door.
	Just as I was about to get out I saw a couple of my 
school friends coming down the sidewalk. I quickly closed 
my door and slid down so they would not see me.
	Mom came around to my side of the car and started to 
open the door. I could sense she as loosing patience with 
me. But I kept pointing my finger toward the boys on the 
sidewalk. She understood.
	Mom called out a greeting to them as they passed by. 
They did not see me.
	Soon as mom opened my door I made a bee line for the 
front door of the house. I hit the door hard but it was 
locked. It was as if every one in the neighborhood were 
watching me. I thought mom would never get the door open.
	But of course, no one paid me the slightest attention.
	That was the first time I was out in public in just a 
diaper since I was 5 years old. I had to learn not to be so 
self-conscious of myself.
	Mom wanted to have me changed before she started 
supper.
	While she changed me she asked, "Did you really let 
Betty change you?"
	"I had no choice, she just did it." Again I acted as 
if I was upset over it but mom could tell I was just 
playing like I was. I had to admit it was somewhat 
embarrassing but I really did not mind, not at all.
	Mom help me get into the rubber pants then handed me 
the bottom to my pajamas. I asked her if I had to put them 
on.
	"I don't think you need to sit at our table naked." 
She insisted I put them on.
	"But I am not naked, Mommy, I have a diaper on!" I 
tried to reason with her.
	"You been running around half naked all morning, now I 
want you to put these on," she insisted.
	I have learned not to argue with my mother. I could 
never win anyhow. So I pulled the bottom pajama over my 
diaper. I learned that day that when a boy goes outside in 
only a diaper he really don't want anything else on. Even 
today when I see a little toddler walking around in only 
his diaper I want to join him.
	Mom had supper ready by the time Daddy got home so we 
all sat down to eat.
	My Daddy was not too happy to have his little son 
still in diapers. But there was not much he could do about 
it. I embarrassed him once. He had taken me to the Office 
with him so the workers there could see me. I pooped and 
everyone could smell it. Daddy took me into his office and 
changed me. I think he wondered what the others thought 
about it. Daddy was the boss so they could not say much. I 
always hated it when they would mess up my hair telling me 
what a cute boy I was. I know they were only trying to get 
on the good side of Daddy. One day a man put me up on his 
lap. He told me he had a little boy just my age, I was 
about 8 then. Good thing I had on a diaper or he would had 
a wet lap.
	Later that evening mom changed me into the night 
diaper and tucked me into bed. She read me a story then 
kissed me good night. I felt so comfortable, warm and dry 
curled up under the covers. My trusty thumb found it's way 
into my mouth.
	Daddy came in to give me a night kiss. He pulled my 
thumb out and kissed me saying, "Baby, you just don't 
understand just how good you have it. But I love you, good 
night!"
	Yes he was right, years later I still remember how 
well I had it. I knew I was loved and well cared for.
	Tomorrow is another day. Jimmy and I have things to 
do, things to talk about. The whole summer laid ahead of 
us. What more would a boy want.
	With my thumb back into the mouth I rolled up into a 
ball and fell asleep.

Part 6 -- The Trip to the Cabin

	Our parents decided to take a weekend and rent a cabin 
in the mountains. Mom, Dad and I camped up there last year. 
I was glad they were going to go again this year. More so 
because Jimmy is going with us.
	Our fathers wanted to get in some fishing and check 
out the area for fall hunting season, taking us kids and 
Moms along was meant to be a treat for our families.
	Friday afternoon we had all the packing done, the 
pickup truck was fully loaded with everything we would 
need. Mom had loaded our car with some things, leaving a 
place in the back seat for me and Jimmy. Jimmy was going to 
ride with me in our car. In the trunk Mom had three bags of 
diapers for me that would mean I could have 72 changes. 
What a weekend!
	Jimmy's Mom had brought over a package of night 
diapers for Jimmy. Mom told me not to worry about him 
because that is why she put in extra for me.
	"Soon as your Daddy gets home and Jimmy arrives we 
will be on our way. Daddy will drive the truck and lead the 
way for Jimmy's Daddy and Momma.
	"I am so happy you and Dad are going camp up at the 
cabin again this year. I am looking forward to showing 
everything to Jimmy." I told my Mom.
	"We thought you would enjoy having Jimmy. Last year 
you we did not have much for you to do with Dad going off 
fishing and me resting. This year you will at least have 
some company," Mom said apologetically.
	"I had a lot of fun last year, Mom! I was able to wear 
my diaper to go wading in the creek and I was able to climb 
some big rocks and I chased a squirrel through the woods 
and...". I had more to say before Mom interrupted me.
	"I guess boys can find things to do. Us girls never 
ran around like that. We stayed near the camp and helped 
with the meals, doing pots and pans with the dishes," Mom 
told me.
	"Boy! sure sounds boring......!" I told her.
	She laughed then told me, "Well this year we will have 
Mrs. Grove and the two girls to help out. We can have more 
time to sit and talk." Mom seemed to like that.
	"What do girls talk about so much? ..... I mean they 
chatter all the time." I should have watched what I said.
	"Well now we do other things too, you know! Besides I 
want to get to know Mrs. Grove better, I rather like that 
family." Mom said.
	"And Jimmy, you like him, too?" I asked.
	"Of course, he is kinda cute just like you!" Mom 
laughed again.
	"Ah Mom!"
	"Here's your Dad. Where is Jimmy? He is supposed had 
been here before this time." Mom looked up and down the 
street.
	Dad parked his car next to the pickup. "Thought you 
would all be gone by now!" Dad said.
	"We're waiting for Jimmy, he was supposed to be here 
by now," Mom told him.
	"Here he is now!" I yelled. "Hi! Jimmy!"
	"Hi, sorry I am late but I had an accident just before 
I went out of the house. Mom decided I should be in a 
diaper in case I had to pee or something while in the car," 
Jimmy explained.
	"Hurry and get into the back seat and we will be off," 
Mom opened the car door for us.
	"Bye Daddy. See you later at the cabin," I called out 
as the car backed out the drive way.
	Once we reached the freeway Mom had to turn on the air 
conditioner because the car got too hot inside. But for 
some reason the air conditioner did not cool the car down. 
Mom rolled the window down but that only let even hotter 
air in.
	"Whew! It must be a hundred outside today. You kids 
alright?" She called to the back seat.
	"Mom. Can we take off our shirts? It's really hot back 
here," I pleaded.
	"I think that would be a good idea, we don't want to 
get heat stroke, do we?" Mom pulled at her blouse as if to 
fan herself.
	It took no time for us two boys to strip off those 
damp T-shirts. But it was not enough.
	"Mom can we take off our pants, too?" I asked again.
	Mom took a quick look into the rearview mirror. "I 
told you to wear your shorts, but you wanted those big 
baggy pants," she reminded me.
	"I know..... My diapers don't show so much with these 
long pants, but I did not know the car would be so hot. 
Please, Mom."
	"Me too!" Jimmy spoke up.
	Mom took another glance in the mirror. I could see she 
was smiling.
	"I would think you kids would want them off. Go ahead, 
I don't think we will have to stop anywhere until we get to 
the mountains." Mom fanned her blouse again.
	We put out legs up into the air and slipped out of our 
pants. Jimmy had on a pair of short cut-off pants. Once the 
pants were off we both sighed with relief sitting back 
letting the warm wind blow over our bodies.
	"I'm still hot!" Jimmy complained while pulling the 
top of his diaper to get air inside.
	I did not want him to think I was looking at him but I 
could not help it. He had on a big night time diaper not 
like mine which was a small well fitted baby type cloth 
with two safety pins pulling the diaper high up my thighs. 
I didn't even have on rubber panties. I felt so cool.
	"It's no wonder, Jimmy...... your in nighttime 
diapers... how many did your mom put on you?" I asked, not 
taking my eyes off him.
	"Like she always puts on me at night, about four 
folded then the outside one." Jimmy pulled the bottom of 
the diaper at the legs to allow more air in.
	"Ya! Great for night but not in this heat. Your mom 
most likely thought our air conditioner would be enough to 
help." I turned to get a better view of him.
	"Did I hear you say you had on a thick diaper?" Mom 
asked Jimmy.
	"Yes," he answered
	"He even has four safety pins, two up and two down." I 
added.
	"You poor boy!" Mom said to Jimmy. "Jay...(that's my 
nick name, short for Jason) get one of your diapers out of 
the bag on the floor, if you need them you will find a 
couple safety pins in the side pocket."
	"OK Mom!" I was surprised Mom did not just pull over 
and park then change him herself, but she was going to have 
me do it.
	"Want me to do it, Jimmy?" I asked as if needing his 
permission.
	It was obvious that anyone looking in as they drove by 
could see us in the back seat but I was not as concerned 
about it as Jimmy was. Looking out the side window at all 
the traffic around us, Jimmy slid down the seat as far as 
he could get.
	Jimmy spread his legs to allow me access to his 
diaper. I looked up at him. Jimmy was not watching me but 
looking out the window as much he could at that angle. I 
was kneeling on the floor kicking the diaper bag out of my 
way, I took the two top pins out of his diaper. Jimmy was 
pushing the seat with both hands in order to lift himself 
enough to peek out the bottom part of the window again.
	"Is anyone watching?" I asked him.
	"No but they might," Jimmy said worried-like.
	Mom glanced in the rearview mirror, "Have trouble, 
boys?"
	"No, Mom... Just getting ready to do it," I answered.
	I took the bottom pins off and folded up the pins so 
not to get stuck. I looked up at Tommy. This time our eyes 
met. Somehow he looked different, his eyes were wide open 
looking a little nervous.
	He turned his head as I pulled the diaper out from 
under him tossing it to the other side of the seat. It felt 
wet but I don't think it was pee.
	Suddenly without even touching him I watched his 
weenie jump into the air.
	I took a quick look up to see what Jimmy was doing. He 
was still pushing against the seat cushion with both hands 
but he had laid his hear back against the seat. He had his 
eyes closed really tight. I looked back at his stiff one 
finding it turning a pale blue from the strain of being so 
hard.
	"I can't believe this!" I thought to myself. I glanced 
up but realized Mom would not be able to see us this low in 
the seat. I reached around and pulled out one of my pre-
folded diapers from the bag.
	I had to lift his butt off the seat to put it under 
him. He co-operated by pushing himself up and towards me. 
From where I was he had pushed himself almost into my face. 
I could smell the pee on his peter. It wasn't until after I 
put the last pin in that I noticed I had an erection of my 
own. I said nothing, but I wondered about it.
	Jimmy relaxed when I sat back up beside him. "Anyone 
see us?" I asked.
	"I don't think so!" He answered with a smile. 
"Thanks!"
	"That feel better now, Jimmy?" Mom called from the 
front seat.
	" Yes, thanks, it's a lot cooler now." Jimmy looked at 
me with this silly grin on his face.
	I smiled back as if nothing unusual happened. In the 
next few minutes we had turned off the freeway and were 
making out way toward the mountains.
	But in the back of my mind I kept seeing his erection. 
Boy! was his foreskin ever tight. I bet he could really 
feel that one. Again I was having a feeling in mine again. 
I wondered why!

Part 7 -- Week End in the Mountains #2 'Meeting Diaper 
Boys.'

	Jimmy and I waded in the pool we made by damming up 
the small creek. We were have the time of our lives even 
forgetting that diapers don't work so well as swim suits. 
It was not long before Jimmy's and my diapers were so 
saturated with water mixed with our own water works that 
they no longer could be kept in place. Tommy had taken his 
off because they were so water soaked that they would not 
stay up around his waist. Mine were not far from falling 
off either.
	The two girls came upon us before we were aware of it. 
It was Betty who arrived first. She pointed and giggled, 
finding us in the condition we were in.
	Nancy sat the diaper bag down on the ground then 
watched us play. Betty took off her shoes and socks and 
waded in but fell over a rock causing her to soak her short 
dress. Nancy took Betty's clothes off and hung them up to 
dry letting her little sister join us in the water. By this 
time my diaper came off too. You would think two naked boys 
and a naked girl would equal some problems but in a very 
short time it did not matter to us at all. We were just 
three kids in a pond having a lot of fun. But I must admit 
it was stimulating to say the least. Of course Betty kept 
an eye on us. But I don't think it was to keep the boys and 
girl apart. She seemed to be enjoying being part of the 
fun. I don't know how long it was but before we were ready 
to put our play behind us and go back to camp both mine and 
Jimmy's mom's came looking for us. They let us play a 
little bit longer but then had us get out of the water 
drying us with towels they brought. It seemed a little 
embarrassing to have Jimmy's mother dry me. She did a 
complete job of it. Betty was being taken care of by Nancy. 
But Jimmy's mother soon had me powdered and diapered. My 
mother did the same for Jimmy.
	I often wondered why our mothers took care of the 
others kid. But now that I am older I think I understand. 
Mom's are human too. They enjoy making changes.
	Nancy was taking care of Betty making sure she was 
very dry. She had her wrapped up in a large beach towel. 
She was very cute. But one thing I couldn't understand. 
While she was playing in the water naked with us boys, she 
was wide open and didn't care she was naked. But now she 
gets self conscious about being naked and keeping herself 
hidden under the towel. Girls are strange that way. I had 
intended to ask mom about that but it slipped my mind.
	When we got back to camp my father and Mr. Grove were 
ready to go fishing on the lake.
	"You boys want to go along." My daddy asked.
	We both jumped for joy as we grabbed out poles. We ran 
to van which Dad would have to drive about a mile to the 
boat landing. We must have been the only two boys in 
diapers because several older boys kept looking at us. We 
didn't care... we had our Dads there if we needed 
protection.
	It was pretty hot out on the water. Dad made a 
covering for us boys which helped. Soon Mr. Grove and Dad 
started shedding there shirts.
	Daddy made the mention that he wished he could be in a 
diaper too or at least could strip to underpants. Us boys 
couldn't understand what was keeping them. But, heck, we 
were only 10 and at that age nothing like underpants would 
have kept us from being comfortable.
	Daddy slowed down as he came close to another boat 
with some women in it. When we got closer we could see they 
had a couple little boys, in diapers.
	One lady called out, "At least the boys are cool!" She 
could not help to have seen Jimmy and I.
	"Ya, lucky them, eh?" Mr. Grove called back as we made 
for more open water.
	We waved to the other boys and they waved back.
	"See, there are other boys out here in diapers," Daddy 
said.
	"Ya, but they are only about two or three years old. 
We were hoping we could find some our age," Jimmy answered.
	Soon Daddy took the boat into a cove and dropped 
anchor. "This is where we caught those big ones last year. 
I don't think many fishermen come back in here," he told 
Mr. Grove.
	"Possibly because they couldn't find it," Mr. Grove 
commented after nearly being struck in the head with an low 
branch.
	We sat there for about an hour. Daddy caught a few 
fish and so did Jimmy's Daddy. Both of us boys caught 
nothing and we were getting bored. Jimmy had put his pole 
away several minutes before I had. We sat wiggling on the 
boat seat. Sometimes we leaned over the edge looking into 
the water. Some small fish were there.
	I had the feeling someone was watching us. I turned 
around and Jimmy's Daddy was looking right at my diaper. 
When I noticed I had turned around he smiled then dropped 
his line out again. But he kept looking at me. He caused me 
to feel strange by not saying anything. He just smiled, but 
I could see his eyes were aimed towards my diaper. I had to 
look and see what he was looking at but saw nothing out of 
order. He just continued looking and smiling at me. Weird!
	I looked over at Daddy. He winked at me and smiled. I 
had noticed other men looking at me that way when all I had 
on was a diaper but why was our Dad's doing it. Then I 
realized it was not just me they had eyes on but both of 
us.
	Dad spoke up asking us if we would like to play on the 
beach. He knew we were getting restless.
	Jimmy was leaning over the side splashing water. He 
looked up then sat up on the seat. "Ya! You want to, Jay?" 
He asked me.
	"Ok!" I answered getting to my feet.
	"Wait and I will run the boat over there by that log 
and you can walk to shore." Daddy pointing to the place.
	"Bill and I will go to the other cove where we fished 
last year and then come back for you boys, we won't be over 
a couple of hours. Do you suppose you could play here until 
we return?" Daddy asked.
	"Sure! We will stay here..... Can we go and 
investigate the woods over there?" I pointed to what looked 
like a small opening between trees.
	"Yes, but keep the lake in view, we don't want to have 
come looking for you. When you hear the boat come right 
back here, OK?" Daddy instructed us.
	"The same for you, Jimmy! I think you should have 
brought your shoes and socks, so watch out where you step," 
Bill told his son.
	We watched as the boat disappeared around the bend. 
Then it was very quiet. Almost too quiet for two 10 year 
old boys.
	"Let's go see what is over there!" Jimmy walked toward 
the opening between the trees.
	We found a small meadow just beyond the trees. "Should 
have brought some mosquito repellent too." I swatted at my 
leg.
	"Come over here!" Jimmy called to me from a little 
distance away.
	"What you see!" I asked when running up to him.
	We squatted down in the tall grass. He had found a 
frog hiding along the edge of a small pool of water. We 
took a stick and poked at the frog making him jump till 
finally he dove in the water and swam under the over 
hanging bank.
	Not about to give up we both lay down on your stomachs 
so we could reach under the bank for the frog. All we 
accomplished was to stir up mud, making it impossible to 
see anything if it were there.
	"What you boys doing!" came this voice from above us. 
Flipping quickly over onto our backs we looked up and saw 
the faces of two other boys. I guessed that one was about 8 
years old the other closer to 13. The look-alike boys could 
not be mistaken for brothers. Both boys dropped down on 
their knees beside us trying to look for what ever we were 
so interested in.
	"Frogs!" Jimmy said. "Just an old frog..... he got 
away and we were trying to find him!"
	'Ya, a frog!" I had to repeat.
	"OH! by the way, my name is Calvin this here is my 
little brother Shane," the older boy introduced himself.
	Calvin held up his open hand toward me. I gave it a 
friendly swat.
	Shane drew closer to his big brother. I think he was 
shy. It was Shane that drew attention to our diapers. He 
pointed and asked, "Why you got on diapers?"
	For the first time since being seen by the other boys 
I began feeling a bit of embarrassment. I had almost 
forgotten I was only wearing a diaper.
	"Well, err, I ..... that is me and Jimmy, well, we 
have to.... that is, err....!" I just got all tongue tied.
	"You don't have to explain..... Shane pees his pants 
too. He has this condition where he has little or no 
control over wetting himself at night. So he knows what 
they are for!" Calvin bopped his brother on the head with 
the palm of his hand.
	"Sorry!" Shane apologized. "But Calvin wets the bed!" 
Shane pops his brother on the thigh.
	"It's Ok! Lot of people don't understand and some make 
fun of us, others just smile or laugh," Jimmy said.
	"Ya I know all too well." Calvin seemed to be 
recalling from the past. "I admit I wish I could had worn 
diapers outside when I was your age. I used to pee my pants 
and kids would make fun of me calling me names like 'pee 
pants' or pee-pee boy!"
	"It isn't often I get to wear them outside but since I 
became friends with Jimmy our Mom's let us go outside 
together. This is the first time we were able to play up 
here at the lakes. We are camping up at my Daddy's cabin. 
He has a boat and will be coming after us later on. Where 
you all staying?" I asked.
	Shane answered me by pointing. "Over there," he said, 
"We stay in a tent with our Uncle!"
	"Our Uncle takes us camping sometimes. We don't have a 
Daddy," Calvin explained.
	"Don't you got on a diaper under your shorts, Shane?" 
Jimmy asked, being a little outspoken.
	Shane ducked his head as if he were trying to hide 
himself. "Yes!" He said in almost a whisper.
	"Show it to them, Shane!" His brother pulled at 
Shane's oversized T-shirt.
	Shane pulled up his T-shirt showing off his high top 
diaper that come up above his belly button. His small blue 
shorts just barely fit over the bulging diaper.
	"Why don't you just wear your diaper and forget the 
shorts?" Jimmy came right to the point.
	Calvin told us how his Uncle wanted Shane and himself 
to go around in just a diaper while they camped out. "But 
we were afraid someone would see us and make fun or worse."
	I asked Calvin if he was in a diaper but he told us he 
didn't have one on now but that he did have one on before 
coming to investigate who we were.
	"We don't see may older boys in diapers. So when we 
heard your voices out here we got dressed and came to see 
who was there," Calvin told us. "What kind of diaper do you 
like?" I had asked Calvin.
	"I don't know.... like yours I guess..... Our Uncle 
puts on a baby diaper on Shane, with safety pins and cloth. 
Some times he puts on a pair of rubber pants too. He has me 
wear one too only I am bigger then Shane so I fold them and 
put them inside my underpants." Calvin explained.
	"We were watching you when you first came into the 
opening," Shane giggled.
	"We weren't sure what you had on at first but thought 
it might be a diaper but couldn't tell until we got here." 
Calvin smiled.
	"We live in the country with our Uncle. Our Mother and 
us in a trailer house behind his house. Our Uncle looks 
after us while Mom goes to work," Calvin explained.
	"Where do you guy's live?" Shane asked. "Ah! We live 
in town just a block away from each other." I told him.
	"Then you're not brothers?" Calvin wasn't too 
surprised seeing we did not look alike.
	"No, but the best of friends." I told him.
	"Would you like us to be your friends, too?" Calvin 
asked.
	"Sure!" Jimmy answered. "Wouldn't we, Jay?"
	"You bet, We been hoping to meet some other boys in 
diapers. Would you like to stay and play? We could look for 
more frogs or even snakes or things," I said.
	I was not keen on the snake thing but really wanted 
them to stay and play.
	"Come with us and meet our Uncle.... We have to tell 
him where we are. Anyway he will want to meet you two 
boys," Calvin said.
	"Did he see us?" I asked looking in the direction of 
their camp even though I couldn't see it from where we 
were.
	"Uh Hh!" Shane nodded his head. "He sent us down to 
check you out."
	We took a look towards the lake. We saw nor heard a 
boat so we said we would go for awhile but would have to 
come back when Daddy came for us.

Part 8 -- Weekend in The Mountains (cont.) `Meeting a 
Strange Uncle.'

	Calvin led us to a tent pitched just off a road back 
in the brush. Shane followed behind us carrying his blue 
shorts. His long T-shirt allowed only a small tip of his 
diaper showing between his legs.
	A man came out of the tent carrying a large flash 
camera with a flash attachment. He started taking pictures 
without even asking us.
	He told Calvin to go put on his diaper and ordered 
Shane to pull off his T-shirt. To a 10 year old this man 
seemed old but I now know he was about 35 years old.
	The Uncle had Jimmy and I sit in some lawn chairs he 
had put around an outdoor fireplace. He kept taking 
pictures and giving instructions having us move a certain 
way. He told us he wanted us to show off our diapers. We 
watched Shane as he stripped down to his diaper. Then 
Calvin came out of the tent in only what looked like a pair 
of bulgy underpants. The uncle seemed pleased to have four 
diapered boys as his subjects.
	After Calvin introduced us to his uncle he came and 
sat down beside me.
	The Uncle put his camera down. "Hi, call me Uncle Bill 
if you want, or just Bill."
	Bill asked a lot of questions about ourselves. Most 
his questions seemed to pertain to diapers and why we were 
wearing them. We answered is questions the best and 
truthfully as we could.
	When he asked if our parents knew we were out here in 
only diapers we told him they not only knew but they wanted 
us to enjoy the weekend. We told him we are not always able 
to walk around outside in only diapers. But that this 
weekend is special.
	When we were finished telling our story the man seemed 
pleased. "It seems to me your parents are the most sensible 
adults a kid could have for parents and that we were very 
lucky indeed to have such understanding grownups to raise 
us.
	He told us a little of his past as a child. He told 
how he was punished for about everything he ever did. How 
unloved he felt. His Dad would get drunk and come home late 
waking the family up so he could abuse them.
	"But one thing my Dad did was to give me lots of 
loving if I had on a diaper. Sometimes he would come home 
drunk and make my sisters (he had three sisters and no 
brothers) put a diaper on me." He told his story.
	He offered each of us a can of Coke. Then continued 
with is story. "Dad would then take me to the rocking chair 
and hold me while feeding me warm milk from a baby bottle. 
He rocked me back to sleep." He had a faraway look in his 
eyes.
	"You boys ever get rocked to sleep?" He asked taking 
another sip of Coke.
	"I don't know.....!" Jimmy tried to answer.
	"Best thing for a little boy, having a loving man 
caring for him." Bill seemed not to be listening to us 
anyway.
	Bill called Shane over to him. Sitting the 8 year old 
on his lap the man began to hold him close as if he was a 
favorite doll. Slowly he rocked him back and forth. Shone 
put his thumb into his mouth and began to suck on it. The 
man played with the locks of his hair leaning over to kiss 
him several times.
	Shane kept looking at us blinking his eyes but sat 
still letting his Uncle pet over his diaper.
	I looked over at Jimmy who was looking back at me in 
wonderment. It was Calvin that helped to explain.
	"Uncle Bill is Ok he would never hurt us but he gets 
this way sometimes where he wants to hold us close. Mom 
tells us it is because the way his Father treated him as a 
boy and that we should not with hold from him when he wants 
to hold us." He seemed a bit embarrassed to tell us that.
	"Does he ever..... you know, do things that..... you 
know?" Jimmy asked.
	"He has never molested us if that is what you mean. He 
just has this thing with diapers. He likes to touch them. 
He just takes lots of pictures of us in diapers. He has a 
whole lot of collections of baby things too. It is a hobby 
of his." Calvin apologized for his Uncle's behavior.
	Letting go of Shane he motioned for one of us to come 
over. We just looked at each other with a nervous look. No 
way, Jose!
	Just then we could hear the boat pulling into the 
cove. "Gotta go, Daddy's back!" I said as I got up heading 
back towards the lake.
	Jimmy was right behind me. We left the Uncle and boys 
looking surprised at our quick departure. Only after we got 
to the small clearing did we turn back to wave then hurried 
on to the lake.
	We never said a word about our adventure until later 
that night when we got ourselves into bed. With a fresh 
diaper on, the lights turned out Jimmy and I began to 
compare thoughts about Uncle Bill and the boys.
	I don't know if we ever told our parents but we did 
talk about it among ourselves time to time after that. I 
had always wondered what became of Shane and Calvin and 
what are they doing today many years after that day at the 
lake.
	We would fantasize about Uncle Bill changing our 
diapers, we made up stories about how he would take our 
diaper off then smell them. That always made us giggle. But 
the reality of it all was we did not feel comfortable with 
Uncle Bill. We knew something was wrong.
	Our Daddy's would romp around with us and we never got 
that kind of feeling but just the memory of watching Shane 
being fondled gave us mixed emotional feelings, we wondered 
about it but knew something was very wrong about it.
	We never saw the boys or Uncle again even when we went 
back to the lake in the years to come.

Part 9 -- Weekend in the Mountains -- Saturday Night

	We asked if we could sleep outside in a small pup tent 
which Jimmy's dad brought along just in case it was needed. 
Our Dads pitched it up on a flat area above the cabin, 
giving us some unsuspected privacy.
	"Hey! This is a great place to camp out, Jimmy!" I 
said as we looked around the area.
	"Ya! We can have fun up here and we can watch the 
cabin, see the lake and everything from up here." Jimmy 
pointed down through the trees.
	"Will your sisters be coming up here later?" I was 
hoping they would.
	"Nah! we don't want no girls up here to spoil our fun, 
besides, Nancy and Betty are going to sleep in the boat 
down at the dock," Jimmy told me.
	"But we won't have anyone to change us!" I brought up 
a good question.
	"You're right! I don't like to change myself. It's too 
hard to get the diaper to fit just right ....... Jimmy was 
having the right thoughts, "I know what..... you change me 
and I will change you!"
	Jimmy's words gave me goose bumps. It wasn't that I 
was so interested in having to change him, I did that in 
the car while traveling on the highway, but to have him 
change me gave me a jolt of excitement. We had seen each 
other before when the girls and our Moms changed us in 
town, but the very idea of being alone with my best friend 
while able to diaper him was a pleasing thought.
	As much as Jimmy's idea was acceptable I was hoping to 
have Betty do the diaper changing. The last time she did it 
for me she took a long time. I know she was looking at me 
in a big way.
	"OK! But I like the girls to do it for us, don't you?" 
I asked.
	"How come? you do it good, too!" Jimmy was referring 
to the time I changed him in the car while on the highway.
	"I remember!" I answered. "I know you can do it 
too...... but.... well, I like having Betty do it," I told 
him in a awkward way.
	"We could have your or my Mom come up and do it for 
us!" Jimmy suggested. "Or we could go down to the cabin to 
have them do it."
	"No!" I quickly said, "Up here is better, besides it 
is starting to get dark outside."
	"Not afraid of the dark, are you?" Jimmy teased.
	"Heck no! Sometimes at home I like to go outside in 
the dark and play in my diapers," I confessed to one of my 
few off-the-wall moments. I asked him if he ever gone 
outside at night like that.
	Jimmy giggled and asked me if I ever gone out in the 
back yard naked....!
	"You have done that?" I asked.
	"Sure... it's fun ... have you?" He giggled.
	I told him how I went out into the alley late at night 
with only my slippers on and how I almost got caught by a 
man putting garbage into his can. Then he told me some 
other things he did that had sexual content in it.
	By this time the two of us were getting sillier and 
sillier until we had to stop making suggestions because 
this kind of talk was causing some degree of embarrassment. 
Neither of us two boys had ever talked this way to anyone 
else, ever. If our Mothers ever overheard they would have 
pulled our diapers off for spanking purposes.
	We sat in front of out little tent in silence for a 
while. I was thinking of some things he said and I am sure 
he was doing the same for what I had said. We had talked to 
each other before like this but only hinting at the surface 
of things, but tonight we got down deeper then 'nice' boys 
should go. I was feeling the hint of excitement at some of 
his suggestions. I was sure he felt much the same as I. 
Then Jimmy broke the silence by asking,
	"Want me to go down and asked them if they want to do 
it?" Jimmy offered. I knew he meant to asked the girls to 
change us.
	"No.... We can do it ourselves. But maybe they will 
come up before long to say good night. You think they 
might?" I asked hopefully.
	"Nancy did say she would check on us later," Jimmy 
said as he got to his feet. We went into the tent.
	The sun was just setting in the West leaving long 
shadows along the landscape. The warm evening winds began 
to pick up, causing the tent to flap to make song along 
with the rattling of the leaves in the trees. The pine 
trees began to sway as if they were paying homage to the 
disappearing sun. From inside the tent we could hear the 
eerie whine of wind whipping at the corners of the tent.
	Because the inside of our tent was warmer then outside 
we had left the front flap open so the cooler air could 
circulate over our bodies making us conscious the fact we 
only wore diapers. We lay upon our sleeping bags as we 
picked up where we left off outside. Our voices were 
getting softer as the more details we discussed became 
aflame with sexual overtones. We began to tell deep secrets 
that had been locked up inside us for the last 5 or 6 
years.
	We both discovered how much more we had in common then 
we first had expected. There was times when I thought he 
was talking about me when he carefully disclosed one of his 
most guarded secrets. We took a pledge in 'spit on the 
palm' that we would never tell another soul. A pledge both 
of us had kept for many years even after we grew up and 
apart.
	Jimmy told me his diaper was becoming uncomfortable 
and would need a change soon. I agreed we should get a 
change soon as we both were long overdue.
	I had peed mine twice already this afternoon but now 
the third time was too much and the diaper began to droop 
between my legs. Jimmy was also uncomfortable but his was 
from the poop as much as pee. It was seen seeping along the 
gathers at his thighs.
	"Man.... you gotta get changed... you beginning to 
stink really bad!" I sat up only to feel a wetness dribble 
down my own leg.
	Both of us began to look around for the extra diapers 
but none were to be found.
	"I sure hope Nancy and Betty will be coming up here 
soon." I held my diaper tightly against me for fear I would 
dribble more. I could feel my bladder giving a few signals 
that it would be needing another empty very soon.
	"Me too!" Jimmy turned onto his side only to let out a 
loud fart that signaled more poop would soon be finding 
space in that loaded diaper. I was very glad I had no need 
to poop but my bladder starting to leak even more pee.
	Both of us started for the opening in the tent. We 
must have been a sight to have seen. Two boys with dirty 
diapers sagging low in the rear waddling down the trail 
after dark. Both of us calling at the top of our lungs for 
the girls who would know what to do.
	We only got less then half way down the hill when 
Nancy showed up with a bag of clean diapers. She took 
Jimmy's hand leading him back towards the tent. I followed 
a few steps behind.
	"Wait up!" I heard the female voice of Betty coming up 
behind me. She took my hand and we walked side by side back 
to the tent.
	"We knew you boys would need a change by now!" Betty 
said as she pulled out a diaper for me. She had me lie on 
the ground then undid my diaper carefully rolling it up 
then placing it in a paper sack to be washed later.
	Nancy took Jimmy's diaper into the woods away from the 
tent before she dumped the mess then she rolled it up and 
placed it in the sack next to mine.
	Meantime, the two of us boys went naked until the 
girls could get us washed up, then we lay down on our 
sleeping bags so the girls could fix on the new clean night 
diapers. Jimmy got an extra layer from Nancy because she 
thought he may poop again.
The girls stayed with us until Dad called them back down to 
the cabin. We watched them head on to the boat where they 
would spend the night.
	Jimmy closed the tent flap. I turned on the battery-
powered lamp between us. We sat on our sleeping bags and 
talked for a long time. Sometime in the middle of the night 
I woke up finding Jimmy and I were still on top of our 
sleeping bags with arms and legs intertwined.
	Rather then disturb my friend I closed my eyes and 
fell into a deep sleep dreaming I am sure of happy times 
together.
	There were other times we would camp out together, 
sleep close and, of course, always with the diaper covering 
our little butts. But this first camping out with each 
other was one of the best ever. We would later learn to 
talk freely giving each other secrets of our private lives 
without fear or shame. I am sure if our parents every 
overheard us they would have been greatly surprised of what 
we knew and what we had done. Maybe it was just as well 
that they never knew.

Part 10 -- Weekend in the Mountains -- Sunday Morning

	I was the first to wake up this morning. Jimmy was 
lying next to me with his back pushing against my butt. I 
moved over onto my back rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I 
could hear birds singing a wakeup song. I noticed the sun 
was already beating down from above. The tent was getting 
rather warm, even with the front flap still open from last 
night.
	I rolled onto my side facing Jimmy who was just now 
waking up. Restlessly he began to rub his face with his 
fist. I watched as awareness returned to his body. In order 
to hurry the waking process I took my finger and lightly ran 
it over his belly. When ever I came close to his diaper his 
stomach would go into a spasm. Then he would swat himself 
thinking it was a bug crawling on him. I could not keep from 
giggling out loud. This brought Jimmy fully awake. Sitting 
up he started giggling with me telling me, "that tickles."
	After having a morning wrestling party we started 
feeling the early morning hungers. Somehow we made our way 
down the hill towards the boat where we would find the girls 
busy folding up their sleeping bags.
	"Hi, it's another day, eh?" I asked.
	"Yes, the last day to be camping out. Wish we could 
stay another few days, don't you?" Nancy asked.
	"Maybe we could ask mom and daddy if we could stay a 
while longer." Jimmy had a great idea even if it would not 
come to pass.
	"What we going to do today?" Betty spoke up as she 
crawled up out of the pile of bedding.
	My eyes widen as I turned to see Betty standing before 
us in only her thin panties with colorful flower prints on 
it. I was surprised. I would think she would have on at 
least a pair of shorts. I looked over at Jimmy. He did not 
seem to even see her. At least he was unconcerned. Nancy, 
however, saw how I reacted but all she did was smile and 
asked me if I thought her little sister was cute. To which 
replied, "definitely." Nancy told us boys that she was a 
little surprised we were even awake this early. She said 
that our parents were not up yet.
	We helped the girls get the sleeping bags rolled and 
tied then we decided we would take a hike around the lake. 
No one told Betty to get dressed, but she put on socks and 
shoes but stayed in her panties. I often had wondered if 
anyone saw us that morning and what they must have thought. 
Two ten-year-old boys in nothing but dirty diapers, a little 
girl in only panties, being led down the path by an older 
girl in short shorts and T-shirt.
	Our walk that morning only proved we were about the 
only people up at the lake or the only ones up and around. 
We did go by a camper parked off the main road but they 
never saw us, I don't think. The only exciting thing to 
happen was at one place where we had to cross a small creek. 
Nancy and Jimmy had crossed on a small log that had dropped, 
making a fair bridge. Betty was just in front of me as she 
got up on the log. Then she slipped and landed on her butt 
in a shallow but very wet and cold running water. Being a 
boy I did not mind to jump into the ankle deep water and 
wade over to pick her up. The other kids just stood laughing 
on the other side.
	I reached down and pulled her up to her feet. She was 
dripping wet and a little mad about it. I helped her to the 
other shore where she stood crying while Nancy pulled off 
her panties so she could wring out the water. Again, I found 
myself staring with my eyes wide open and mouth dropping 
towards the ground. Jimmy seemed as unconcerned as he was 
before he acted as if this happened often for him.
	Nancy seemed to understand my need to investigate such 
a chance sighting. She tossed me the panties asking if I 
could got more water out of them. I just about died on the 
spot but did as she asked. I twisted them letting additional 
water dip to the ground. I handed them back to Nancy who 
refused to take them but ask me to put them back on Betty. I 
really wanted to do as she asked but I felt some 
embarrassment. Jimmy took them from me and as he held them 
for Betty to step into while I stood watching and trembling.
	Nancy laughed out loud saying, "You should have a 
little sister, I think you need one." She walked on down the 
path giggling to herself. Betty ran after her.
	I stood there as if my feet would not move. I looked 
toward Jimmy for help but all he did was grin. Then we both 
started to laugh out loud. Within a few moments we were 
skipping side by side forgetting the near 'drowning' and 
frustrations I experienced. When ever we broke out into the 
open sunshine Betty's wet, thin panties exposed every form 
and curve underneath.
	Daddy was coming down the path to meet us. They had 
woke up to find us kids gone and wondered what happened to 
us. Our Dads took different parts of the path to search 
while our mothers sat by a bonfire worrying of what may have 
happened. Daddy carried Betty on his shoulders while keeping 
a hand on the rest of us herding us back to the cabin.
	We got a talking to about going off without telling 
anyone but I think they were so glad to see us they never 
thought of punishing us. Betty did get a scolding for not 
putting on her shorts. They told her someone may have seen 
her. Nancy and Jimmy looked over at me and giggled. When 
they were asked what was so funny about it, they shrugged 
their shoulders saying , "nothing!" But I knew why they 
laughed and was glad they said no more.
	"Well, kids, how about a boat ride after lunch? Then 
you kids can go swimming when it gets hot this afternoon." 
One of the adults had asked.
	"Sure, sounds great!"

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