THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 11
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	The next day was a real downer. It was Sunday and almost the last day of 
summer before school started. I couldn't stop thinking about Darrell and what 
would become of him and me. I really didn't have any friends besides him. Oh, 
there was Joey, but he never talked much and he wasn't a lot of fun to hang 
around with. Doug was okay, too, but not a guy I'd make good, close buddies 
with.
	Today I was with my family as we all went together to the county fair 
again. Mom was sure to bring along a couple changes of underwear for me. It was 
always a drag when we went as a family. Dad liked to look at all the farm 
animals and the tractors. Mom liked to look at the arts and crafts. Tina and I 
wanted to have fun, which was the carnival.
	"You guys just went a few days ago," mom told us as we whined about 
wanting to go to the carnival.
	"Look, we're going to eat in a little while, then we'll go to the 
carnival."
	"But if we eat we can't go on any rides," I said. I think that was part of 
the plan.
	In spite of having eaten a cheeseburger, some fries and a large cola, Tina 
and I still got in a few rides. At that point dad was tired and ready to go. He 
didn't care much for the carnival and always wanted to leave once we got there.
	Before leaving I needed to go in my underpants. While we were sitting in 
the shade enjoying some lemonade I let it out. It was really messy and felt like 
it exceeded the capacity of my underpants. Everybody noticed it as I was sitting 
in the grass with my legs open and my underpants showing under my shorts at the 
crotch. There was a big leak that dripped fecal matter out of the underpants and 
spread throughout my shorts. We were nowhere near a restroom when it happened, 
so getting to a place to change without embarrassment would be difficult.
	"Mom! It leaked!" I exclaimed.
	"Goodness, Randy, you're a mess!"
	"If you didn't get yourself into this trouble, Randy, you wouldn't have 
had this problem!" my dad said. "Now it's everybody's problem because we all 
have to wait for you to get your butt cleaned up!"
	"I suppose we'd better be finding you a bathroom," Tina said. But we're 
too far away.
	"Why don't you just go over there?" dad suggested as he pointed to a group 
of bushes and a tree with a fence running behind them. It wasn't exactly my idea 
of privacy as I would have been in few of passersby from the other side of the 
fence.
	"No, he can't go in there!" mom said. "Randy needs to have a place to 
clean up, too!"
	"Whadaya think leaves are for?" dad said sarcastically.
	The tree didn't look like it had big enough leaves to substitute for 
toilet paper, not to mention that I needed so much of it that I would have 
defoliated the tree. And it would have been highly abrasive.
	"He needs a bathroom," mom said. "Tina, why don't you walk him over to the 
exposition building?"
	"Okay, Randy, we'd better go now," Tina said, taking the bag with my clean 
underpants in it.
	"We'll wait right here," mom said.
	Tina and I got up and walked through the crowd to the bathrooms. I was so 
embarrassed as everyone must have seen the mess in my shorts which had now run 
down my leg. I was glad to have gotten to the bathroom, where I went into one of 
the stalls.
	All around me I could hear people coming in and out of the bathroom. I 
hoped they didn't know what I was doing. I pulled off my shorts, then the messy 
underpants! I had really loose stools as much of the underpants had become 
soaked in brown, smelly, runny poop. I worked to get myself wiped up the best I 
could, which was harder to do since the hot sun had dried the poop that streaked 
down my leg. I got the rest of my mess taken care of as I slipped on a clean 
pair of underpants. I knew that if I put the dirty pair in with the other clean 
one, the clean one would rub up against it and become dirty as well. I decided 
to wear both of them, which made it feel much thicker, and better, I might add. 
Lastly I put my shorts on. The poop stain was still quite visible, but I had to 
either wear them out of the bathroom or walk out of there in my doubled-up 
absorbent underpants.
	I dropped the dirty pair into the bag and carried it out with me, hoping 
nobody would notice. As it was a just a plastic bag from the grocery store, the 
mess on the dirty underwear could be seen through the bag, no matter what way I 
put it in the bag. Between carrying the bag and walking with poop-stained 
shorts, it was obvious of what I had done.
	Tina accompanied me back to the trees where my mom and dad waited, though 
perhaps not so patiently on dad's part. Tina must have felt embarrassed to be 
walking with me having dirty shorts on. She was walking swiftly to get back to 
mom and dad as soon as possible.
	We continued walking out to the truck, which further exposed me to other 
passersby on the way out. Tina then told me to take my shorts off.
	"Why?" I asked.
	"I don't want you sitting next to me with those poopy shorts on!"
	"You won't get any on you!" I said.
	"They probably stink!" mom said. Just take them off and throw them in the 
back of the truck with your dirty underpants!"
	I didn't want to do it right there in the parking lot, but I had to take 
my shorts off and let everybody see me in my underwear, which was more than your 
average pair of Fruit of the Looms or Hanes.
	I climbed into the truck and sat wedged between Tina and dad. Dad didn't 
seem to be in the greatest of moods as he was hot, tired, and impatient from 
having to wait on us.
	"You know, Randy," dad started. "If you want to wear diapers all the time, 
that's fine....but, don't expect everyone to wait on you. You gotta go and clean 
up every time, I just don't get it. It don't make no sense."
	I wanted to change the subject.
	"Did you like the fair this year, dad?"
	"Yeah, it was okay. Too damn hot this year, though. Also gettin' too damn 
commercialized anymore."
	This was the other thing I didn't like about going to the fair with dad. 
He was always lively and spirited when he got there, but irritable when he left. 
I would have thought by now that dad would know what to expect. The heat, the 
crowds, waiting for us to have our fun in the carnival, That's why I always 
liked to go without mom and dad at least one time.
	When we got home Tina told me to get upstairs so she could get some 
regular diapers on me. I must have been coming down with a bout of diarrhea as I 
lost another good wet load into my underpants on the way home.
	Tina took care of the mess as she pulled off both pairs of underpants that 
I had on.
	"Eww, you must be getting diarrhea, Randy!" she said.
	"I think I am."
	"Well, I'll just get you all diapered up then!" she said. And she did! 
After she got the mess taken care of she put me in an even thicker layering of 
diapers than usual. I didn't know how many diapers she put together, but it was 
not a modest amount by any means.
	"How many diapers did you just put on me?" I asked Tina.
	"You have enough, believe me, Randy, you do." When the plastic pants were 
put on they were stretched out to their maximum diaper-thickness capacity.
	For the rest of the day I continued to have frequent runny bowel 
movements. I knew I was filling up the diapers fast, though the extra thickness 
of them made me feel more secure. Tina had to change me a couple more times 
before I went to bed that evening. The diarrhea seemed to let up as I didn't 
have such frequent or runny bowel movements after I was in bed. Still, it was 
nice to know I was taken care of for it, just in case.
	The next day was Labor Day, which was always a drag since it officially 
indicated the end of summer vacation. I was also bummed out over Darrell. I kept 
hoping that he would stop by, but as the afternoon passed, there was no sign of 
him. I tried calling his house, but I received no answer from anybody. There was 
little I could do today except to sit on my bed feeling bored. At the same time 
I was feeling anxious about school starting tomorrow. I wasn't sure of what it 
would be like to be wearing my special underpants and hoping nobody finds out 
I'm wearing them. What bothered me the most was Darrell. I didn't want to be 
stuck with nobody to hang out with at school. A lone kid on the playground was 
always looked upon as someone less popular and more vulnerable to being bullied. 
The last thing I needed was for Tom Kaye, my worst enemy, to come up to me and 
try to give me a wedgie or something, only to find out he couldn't do such a 
thing as easily with underpants such as the ones I would be wearing.
	Later my dad came up to my room.
	"Son, are you just going to sit there all day?"
	"Yeah," I moped. "There's nothing to do."
	"Well, get up, you've got something to do now."
	"Chores," I thought.
	"We're going out to your Uncle Jack's to pick some more of his corn. He's 
got some other goodies for us, too."
	Well, that wasn't so bad. At least it would get me out of the house for 
awhile, and I enjoyed going into Uncle Jack's corn field.
	"We're ready when you are," he said as he left my room and went 
downstairs.
	I wasn't exactly ready. I was still in just my diapers. I tried to locate 
Tina to see if she would change me. I got outside and discovered she was waiting 
in the pickup truck.
	"Tina!" I shouted to her as she was sitting there with the window rolled 
down.
	"Can you change me before we go?" I asked her.
	"Do you need to be changed?" she asked.
	"No, but--"
	"Well, get your butt in here!" she said. "Mom and dad are waiting for you! 
Oh, here they come!"
	"I can't go over there like this!" I said, pointing out what was already 
obvious.
	"You did last time, Randy. Aunt Beverly didn't seem to really care, 
remember?"
	"Yeah, but what will Uncle Jack say?" I asked.
	"Well, I don't know, Randy, guess we'll find that out when we get there!"
	Mom and dad then climbed into the pickup from the other side. Dad shut the 
door and shifted into gear as we left. I knew there was no chance of going back 
to get changed into my less conspicuous underpants which would also allow me to 
wear my shorts.
	It was a long, hot trip. Dad made it longer as he like to poke along at 
forty-five miles per hour. Never mind the fact that dad always backed up traffic 
and was constantly passed, even honked at and given the bird a few times, much 
to my embarrassment. Dad just wasn't the type to drive the speed limit. Finally, 
we got to Uncle Jack's and pulled into his driveway. Uncle Jack was outside and 
ready to greet us upon our arrival.
	I was hesitant to get out of the truck, but I knew I couldn't sit there 
all day. I was just so afraid that Uncle Jack wouldn't understand why I was 
wearing diapers, so I couldn't get out just yet. Tina was standing outside the 
truck waiting for me.
	"Let's go, Randy!" she hollered as she started to walk away.
	"I don't want Uncle Jack to see me!" I said.
	"Aunt Beverly told him about it, so he knows you wear diapers!"
	I finally got up and climbed out of the pickup. We walked up to the house 
where my mom and dad had sat down with Aunt Beverly and Uncle Jack on the patio 
out back. They were all looking at us as we approached.
	"Hello, kids!" Aunt Beverly greeted us. "Have a seat, I'll fix you all up 
a drink, how's that sound?"
	"That's sounds great, Aunt Beverly!" Tina exclaimed. I had to agree with 
her, but I was too nervous thinking about Uncle Jack's reaction to seeing me 
wear diapers.
	"What do you want?" Aunt Beverly asked. "I have iced tea, lemonade, ice 
water..."
	"I'll have an iced tea, please," said Tina.
	"How about you, Randy?"
	"Uh, I'll take a lemonade," I said.
	Aunt Beverly then returned to the house and returned with a glass of iced 
tea and a glass of lemonade as Tina and I requested.
	"Thank you, Aunt Beverly," we said as she set our drinks down before us.
	We sat there in the shade and sipped away at our beverages as we listened 
to my parents visit with Aunt Beverly and Uncle Jack. I kept waiting for Uncle 
Jack to turn to me and say something about my wearing diapers. After five 
minutes or so, he did.
	"So, Randy," he started. "Just how old are you?"
	"Uh, I'm ten, Jack-- Uncle Jack," I responded nervously. I knew that he 
wouldn't be too understanding of this.
	 "I sure don't know too many youngsters who wear them diapers past the age 
of three! You's the first boy I ever seen wearing a diaper, you know that?"
	 I didn't know what to say, so I just sat there and listened to him go on 
about it.
	 "You 'fraid of toilets or somethin'?" he asked rhetorically. "Your Aunt 
Beverly said that you had a dream one night, you was a sittin' on the pot, and a 
big ol' green-eyed monster came up and bit ya' on the butt! So you was afraid to 
use the toilet!"
	 Aunt Beverly jabbed him with her elbow. "Jack, please! I never said that! 
He's just a boy still, and some boys would just rather wear diapers! I can 
understand that! Can you?"
	 "Aww, I dunno," Uncle Jack said. "He's gonna stay just a boy like that! 
Ain't gonna grow up and be a man at that rate!"
	 He sounded just like my dad! It must run in the family. Uncle Jack then 
turned directly to me.
	 "You know, you outta feel mighty lucky you got toilets! Man, all we had 
when I was growin' up was an outhouse out back! I'd have to walk out there 
through the weeds, sometimes snow if was wintertime, and when it was dark, man, 
I tell you...Didn't smell no good, neither!"
	 He then got up and went into the house.
	 "I told you he wouldn't understand!" I said to Tina.
	 "Oh, he's just like that," Aunt Beverly said. "I explained it to him, 
told him you just like to wear diapers, and what's wrong with that? Jack will 
never understand, so don't waste your time trying to get him to agree."
	 After a few minutes, Jack came out with several bags and a couple of 
buckets. He handed us all a few bags and told us to head towards the field and 
start picking.
	 The afternoon sun was beating down on me. It was so hot! That lemonade 
didn't last very long as I was longing for another tall, cold glass. I also felt 
the sun's rays burning on my legs, which had already been reddened from being at 
the fair. I hadn't been outside much this summer, so my legs were still white 
and more vulnerable to sunburn. To make matters worse there were bees flying all 
around. I hated bees and was afraid of them. I dropped my bag and ran out of the 
field to get away from them. I stood at the edge of the row and waited until I 
felt it was safe before returning to my corn-picking duties.
	After we finished picking the corn we headed back to the porch and shucked 
it in the cool shade. Aunt Beverly also offered us plenty of cold refreshments. 
I took an ice water at first and then asked for a glass of iced tea immediately 
afterwards as my throat was quite parched. After awhile, when mom and dad got to 
talking with Aunt Beverly and Uncle Jack, Tina and I got bored, so we started 
running around their back yard, running through the garden, and going in and out 
of the various buildings on Uncle Jack's farm. We played hide-and-go-seek from 
the back yard to the barn to the storage shed, Uncle Jack's workshop, all over. 
I just had to make sure I was well-hidden as my gleaming white diaper contrasted 
so much against everything I hid under or behind.
	All of this running around made Uncle Jack nervous. He was afraid we'd 
either break something or get ourselves hurt, though he seemed to be more 
concerned about the former. He always had a way of spoiling our fun. While we 
were going through his workshop he came in and yelled at us.
	"I want you kids back at the house! I don't want you in my shop here! You 
got no business bein' in here!"
	"Yes, Uncle Jack. We're sorry," Tina said as we walked out of his 
workshop.
	We walked back to the porch and sat down, feeling bored again. I couldn't 
stand to sit there on my padded bum and listen to them visit. Tina was getting 
restless, too.
	"When are we going home?" I asked mom.
	"It'll be a little while. Why don't you kids go play down by the creek?"
	Tina and I agreed that it was better than sitting with our thumbs up our 
butts, figuratively speaking, though literally, doing this was a bit difficult 
to do with diapers on.
	"Don't be long! And be careful!" mom advised as we got up and headed 
towards the creek. On the way I felt the ice water and the iced tea catch up 
with me. I told Tina to stop.
	"What? What is it?" she asked, but then she knew what I had to stop for. 
"Oh, never mind," she said as she waited for me to wet my diaper.
	"Do you need to go back for a change?" she asked.
	"Nah, I'll be okay," I said.
	"Actually, if you wade in the creek your diapers are going to get wet, 
anyway, so let's just keep going."
	She had a good point. We got to the edge of the cornfield and then walked 
through the tall grass and other growth that lined the creek. Then Tina suddenly 
started removing her shirt, which surprised me until I saw that she had worn her 
swimsuit underneath.
	"You wore your swimsuit?" I asked.
	"Sure, I figured we'd probably be coming down to the creek sometime 
today."
	She stepped into the creek and waded out to the middle where it was about 
chest deep on her, a little deeper for me.
	"Come on! The water's fine!" she said.
	I took my shoes and socks off, but I still didn't want to step into the 
water just yet. I was never much of a swimmer and had always been hesitant to 
venture out into the water. I just stood there and felt the warmth of the sun 
radiating off the rock beneath my feet.
	"Come on, Randy! It feels good in here! This is as deep as it gets!"
	I finally got brave and stepped into the water, stopping every few feet to 
allow my body to acclimate itself to the water. I kept going farther and stopped 
just before the water was over the bottom of my diaper.
	"Gee, it's not like your diaper isn't wet already!" Tina said.
	I continued on until my entire diaper was submerged, then stopped at where 
it was up to my chest. By then I had gotten used to the water. It was a relief.
	Tina and I got ourselves into a splash fight and played tag in the creek's 
mild current. We weren't so sure of the time, so we didn't stay too long. As I 
got out of the water I realized how heavy my diaper felt after soaking in so 
much water. It was dripping of water everywhere as I tried to get my shoes and 
socks back on. Tina was laughing.
	"I think you're due for a change now, Randy!" she said.
	We walked back, my diaper leaving a trail of water as it dripped. We got 
to the house, hoping mom and dad were ready to leave. They were sitting there 
looking at photo albums! "How much longer?!" I thought impatiently.
	"Uh, Aunt Beverly? Is there a place in the house I can change Randy?" Tina 
asked her.
	"Oh, Tina just change him on the lawn," mom said. "Don't try going in the 
house dripping wet like that."
	"Boy, he must have really soaked them!" Uncle Jack said sarcastically with 
a hint of disapproval of having me wear diapers.
	Tina grabbed some clean diapers from the truck and led me out to the back 
yard. She took me around the corner of the house so we would at least have some 
privacy.
	"I'm glad you *don't* wet them like this!" Tina said as she pulled away 
the waterlogged diapers. It felt good to have clean, dry diapers on again as she 
pinned them into place and wrapped them up in the plastic pants.
	Everybody was standing up and stretching as we came back around the 
corner, which hopefully meant that we were getting ready to leave.
	"Get in the truck, kids," mom said.
	Yes! We said goodbye to Aunt Beverly and Uncle Jack and then raced each 
other to the truck. Of course Tina won as she had longer legs and didn't have a 
diaper to negotiate while running. Nothing against Aunt Beverly and Uncle Jack, 
but just sitting there and visiting got so boring and I was always glad to leave 
because of that. I wanted to sleep on the way home but the ride was too bumpy. 
All I could think about was my bed, which I was so glad to see and lie upon 
after we got home. I napped for about an hour and then ate dinner with the 
family. I took a bath, got all my school supplies ready for tomorrow and went to 
bed, thinking back upon my summer and how I spent it almost entirely in diapers. 
Then I thought about school starting and the challenges that I faced ahead of 
me.

THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 12
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	It was the first day of school, and along with the usual anticipation and 
anxiety came my concerns over whether anyone would find out I was wearing 
diapers. Even though I would just be wearing my absorbent underpants to school, 
they were close enough to being diapers that if others saw me wearing them 
they'd think that they were diapers. Mom decided that if she got Tina up first 
that would give her time to get dressed so that she could come into my room and 
change me and also to wake me up if I forgot to set my alarm, something I was so 
often guilty of doing.
	As the sun was due to rise a little after 7:00, it was still light enough 
in the early morning that I was usually awakened by it. Tina came in and took 
off my wet diaper and cleaned me up, handing me a clean pair of underpants and 
the new pants that mom bought for me to wear to school.
	After Tina got me cleaned up she left me alone to get dressed. I put my 
pants on to see how much of the absorbent underpants would show. Examining 
myself in the mirror the underpants were easily in view above my pants. Then it 
occurred to me that I still had my old underpants which had been more or less 
forgotten about. I took the pants back off and grabbed a pair of my old, regular 
underwear, trying to find a larger pair that would go up over the special 
underpants so that if anything showed above my pants it would just be ordinary 
underwear with a red-striped waistband like most other boys wore. At least at 
first glance nothing would be noticeable, though there was little I could do 
about the bulge underneath. I went ahead and decided to wear the regular under- 
pants at least to disguise any immediate observation of what was showing above 
my pants.
	Mom had some cereal and toast ready for us after brushing our teeth. Our 
lunches were packed and we were off to the bus. Tina and I went to the same bus 
stop, but we boarded different buses as Tina was now in junior high this year, 
and the junior high students rode a different bus. Her bus arrived first, 
followed by mine about ten minutes later.
	It was pretty much the same kids I had ridden with since the first grade. 
There were a few new kids, most of whom probably lived in the new subdivision 
they built up the road from us. I didn't know anybody on the bus so I just sat 
by myself until enough kids got on at other stops on the way, where I then had 
to share my seat with someone I didn't know.
	We pulled into the school. I looked around and noticed that most of the 
kids were wearing brand new clothes and new shoes that hadn't been broken in 
yet. As I walked through the hall the familiar smell of the building came back 
to me along with the familiar interior of the building. I found my classroom and 
took my seat, which was pre-assigned by the teacher. His name was Mr. Hines. He 
was new at our school, so he hadn't yet established a reputation. I sat and 
anxiously watched the kids file in, keeping my fingers crossed that I wouldn't 
have Tom Kaye in my class. I never saw him enter the room, fortunately.
	I did have Doug Stevens in my class. Like I said, he was cool to talk to, 
but not a guy I'd feel like making friends with, although if Darrell wasn't 
going to talk to me, then maybe I should get to know some of these other people 
better. Perhaps they would turn out to be better friends.
	The bell clanged loudly, officially commencing my first day of fifth 
grade. It took a couple of minutes for the class to get settled down as Mr. 
Hines started speaking.
	"Good morning, class!" he greeted us. "My name is Mr. Hines. This is my 
first year at East Hills Elementary, so I hope that I can get to know all of you 
as well as all of the staff here. Most of all, I look forward to teaching here 
at this school. Everyone in the community has made me feel welcome..."
	So far, so good, he seemed like a pretty cool guy. He went on to tell us 
about the history of his teaching career. Then he started our getting-acquainted 
session, which he explained would be for his benefit as well.
	"Why don't we all go around the room and, one at a time, stand up, state 
your name, and tell us a little about yourself."
	I was assigned to the fourth seat in the far left row, so I was among the 
first to speak before the class, giving me little time to prepare for what to 
say. The other three were not so prepared either as they stammered and paused 
trying to make a favorable impression on the rest of the class. In less time 
than I needed, it was my turn to speak. I stood up and introduced myself.
	"My name is Randy Clark...," I started, unsure of what to say about 
myself. "...and I like to ride my bike, build jigsaw puzzles, play games, listen 
to the radio...and watch TV...and sometimes I like to read books. My favorite 
kind of music is rock...I like funny movies, and, and..."
	I was struggling to come up with anything that may interest the class. 
"Okay, Randy, good," said Mr. Hines. "You sound like you have a wide variety of 
interests." He then signaled for the next student to introduce himself. Most of 
the kids probably didn't get to say what they would like to have said about 
themselves. In closing, Mr. Hines said that by later in the year we should all 
get to knowing each other better. There was one particular thing I hoped nobody 
would find out, and I certainly was not about to volunteer such information.
	We spent much of the morning previewing some of the things we should 
expect to learn in the coming year. We also received our textbooks and got an 
overview of them. Then we went over Mr. Hines' classroom rules. He was a pretty 
nice teacher and I had a hard time picturing him enforcing his rules, but I was 
sure he also had an ugly side of him that showed when he needed to discipline a 
student.
	The first recess bell rang as we filed out of the classroom. I looked 
around the playground hoping to find Darrell. I didn't see him right away, but 
he apparently wasn't too enthused about wanting to meet me. About ten minutes 
later I spotted him with another kid. His name was Scott, and I didn't really 
care for him. Big troublemaker.
	I walked up to Darrell and Scott and said "hey, guys!" acting like nothing 
had ever happened.
	"Go away, Randy!" Darrell said. What a slap in the face that was! I knew 
that with Scott around I couldn't discuss the issue that separated us.
	"Can I talk to you, Randy? Just you?" I pleaded.
	"No, get your own friends!" he replied. Scott went along with him.
	"Yeah, Randy, we don't want you!" he said.
	I felt hurt and rejected. The kid was my best friend, and now he refused 
to acknowledge my existence! He was right; I should find some friends of my own. 
There was little time left in recess to do that, so I just walked around the 
playground by myself. All along I was fully aware of my thick underwear 
underneath my pants, hoping that Darrell and Scott didn't start going around 
telling everybody. The bell rang as I headed back to the classroom immediately.
	As I sat in class, I thought about turning to Doug. He was the one I 
considered to be a good candidate for a friend. Since he sat on the other side 
of the room I couldn't converse with him in class. I would have to wait until 
lunch.
	Later in the afternoon we were dismissed for lunch. I entered the 
lunchroom and looked for Doug, who was sitting with a couple of other kids who I 
recognized by face but not by name. I decided to sit down with them.
	"Hi, guys!" I said.
	"Oh, hi, Randy!" Doug said. That's about all he said as he then turned his 
attention back to his other two buddies. I wasn't much for jumping in and 
joining a conversation. I waited for a break and then asked Doug how his summer 
was.
	"I had a good summer, what did you do?"
	"Oh, I stayed home mostly, went to the fair, did a little swimming..."
	"Oh, okay."
	Right away his attention was off of me and back to the other members in 
his party. The boys then got up from the table, saying nothing to me nor 
inviting me to join them. It didn't look like Doug had much interest in doing 
anything with me.
	I decided to look for Joey, who was nowhere to be found. Just like at the 
morning recess I had nothing to do on my lunch hour. This was a terrible 
feeling! I had no friends! On top of that I needed to go to the bathroom. I was 
feeling insecure as it was, and the thought of wetting my underpants at school 
only aggravated the insecure feeling I had. I decided to do it the "big boy's" 
way. I ran into the restroom and stepped up to the urinal. I wasn't even 
thinking as I unzipped my pants and tried to pull my underpants down. These 
underpants didn't just pull down at the front like regular underwear. I would 
have had to drop my pants completely in order to get my absorbent underpants 
down far enough to use the urinal.
	Pretending I had deposited something in the urinal, I flushed it. I 
started to walk back towards one of the stalls, but then I realized how silly 
this would have looked, flushing a urinal and then going back into a stall. 
While it was unlikely for someone to observe me that closely, I didn't want to 
take any chances. Wearing these special underpants in school made me very aware 
of every action I took. I left the restroom and entered the other one at the 
other end of the hall, where I could use the stall to pull down my underpants. 
As the stall doors still left a wide space between the door and the door jamb, 
someone walking by could easily catch my bare butt in their peripheral vision. I 
decided that from now on I'd just sit on the toilet as if to be taking a crap so 
nobody would know the difference.
	Just as I left the restroom the bell rang. I was close to my classroom, 
being among the first to be at his seat. I looked over at Doug and wrote off any 
chance of making friends with him. I decided he wasn't worth it.
	I also began to build a feeling of resentment against Darrell. I began to 
think about some of the things that always bothered me about him, but was nice 
enough not to mention to his face. For one, I envied the way he bragged about 
his parents being so rich. Shit, he went to Europe for the summer! My parents 
could never afford that! But that wasn't so much of a concern as much as the way 
Darrell acted! He had a way of making me feel inferior to him because his family 
was wealthier than mine. I didn't like his attitude towards a lot of things, 
either. There were too many specifics to think about just one. I was sensing a 
widening rift between Darrell and I.
	All of these negative thoughts on Darrell were getting to me, so I thought 
about the possibility of being friends with Joey instead. My mission at the 
afternoon recess was to locate Joey and see what he was up to. I was desperate 
enough to try it. Maybe he would open up a little once I got to know him.
	Just as the bell rang I left the classroom and looked for Joey. He usually 
stood in the corner of the basketball court by himself watching the other kids 
play. He was quite predictable. Sure enough, there he was. I walked up to him 
and said "hi, Joey!"
	"Oh, hi, Randy," he said. "How was summer?"
	"It was okay. I didn't do much. I stayed home most of the time. We went to 
the city this summer, if you call that going anywhere."
	"Yeah, that's about all we did. We went camping once, that was fun!"
	Now he was talking! Suddenly I felt a lot better.
	"So do you want to go do anything?" I asked him.
	"Nah, not now. I just like to stand here and watch."
	"Me, too," I said, not that I meant it. I just wanted to agree with him so 
he'd get to like me enough to be his friend.
	There was a dialog between us, even with him initiating some of it, so 
this was a good sign. Before I realized it the bell was ringing. I asked him to 
meet me there in the corner tomorrow morning as we parted ways and returned to 
our classrooms.
	I felt better during the last part of the afternoon than I did all day, 
partly because the dismissal bell was due to ring soon. Mr. Hines excused us at 
the bell and gave us a reading assignment, too, right at the end of class. This 
bummed me out, but at least he was turning out to be a cool teacher in spite of 
that.
	I was back home from school, feeling better than when I left. I had a 
decent teacher, I was optimistic about forming a new friendship, and nobody said 
anything about my diapers. Mom asked how my first day was. I told her about 
Darrell first.
	"I'm sorry, Randy," she said. "Some friendships just don't last forever, 
people discover their differences later on in life and go their own ways."
	"There's another kid I talked to today. His name's Joey."
	"Oh, that's good," mom replied. "Maybe you and him can start doing things 
together. Well, Tina will get you changed whenever you're ready."
	Tina was already upstairs in her room doing some homework as I went to her 
door to tell her I needed to be changed back into regular diapers.
	She and I talked about our first days at school as she pulled my 
underpants off. She noticed that I had put on a pair of my old regular 
underpants.
	"What are you wearing these for?" she asked.
	"In case my underpants showed I didn't want people to see the thicker ones 
underneath."
	"Randy, these bulge under your pants, there is no way to hide them," Tina 
said. "If they see this, they'll think you're wearing about ten pairs of 
underpants like you've done before." She pulled off both the regular underpants 
off and the absorbent undies, noting that I had not used them.
	"You're still dry," she said. "You didn't go in these at all."
	"I couldn't," I said. "I was afraid to try using them in school."
	"Well, you can leave them on until you use them, then I can change you," 
Tina said. "That is, unless you'd just rather get into your diapers the minute 
you get home," she added with a smile.
	"I want mom to think I used them, so you'd better change me," I suggested.
	"I think you just want to get back into your diapers," Tina said, still 
smiling. She was smart, and she was right. I didn't argue with her. She put my 
real diapers on and pinned them up tightly.
	I decided that I'd better get started on the reading assignment that Mr. 
Hines gave us. It was easy and fairly short, thank goodness. I needed to pee 
while sitting there in my room reading the story. At least I didn't have to get 
up and go to the bathroom, though having to stop to pee did disrupt my 
concentration, so it wasn't really much of an advantage to have diapers on while 
doing my homework.
	After finishing the story I went back into my normal routine, watching TV, 
working on another jigsaw puzzle, munching on after-school snacks. The rest of 
the evening went much like any other. Things were a bit different with having to 
get changed before bedtime and whenever I needed to be changed throughout the 
evening.
	The next day started much in the same way. Again, I wore a pair of regular 
underpants over my absorbent underpants to conceal them from view. At recess I 
met Joey right where he liked to hang out. I knew standing in the corner of the 
basketball court would get old, not to mention that Joey and I would become 
known as permanent fixtures there.
	"Let's go to the other side of the playground," I suggested, noting that a 
couple of the boys were staring at us.
	As I walked out into the main playground I ran into Tom.
	"Hey, Randy! I hear you wear diapers now!" he opened.
	"What? I don't wear diapers," I denied.
	"Your old friend told me you do!"
	"Darrell?"
	"Yeah, and he told me all about it! Your *sister* changes you! Ha! Ha! 
Ha!"
	Joey and I both stood there paralyzed.
	"I see you got a new friend! I wonder what *he* wears!"
	Joey then ran off. I went after him.
	"Going to get your diapers changed?" Tom laughed.
	Joey kept running as I tried to get his attention. I caught up with him, 
where he told me he was afraid of Tom and that he was always threatening to beat 
him up. We walked around for a little until I was accosted by some other 
students who had received the news. I knew I was sunk as it seemed like the 
whole school knew about it. I was very humiliated and wanted to cry, which I did 
upon returning to the classroom. I didn't even say anything to Joey. I just ran 
off.
	"What's the matter, uh...," Mr. Hines started asking, not remembering my 
name.
	"It's Randy," I sobbed. "All the kids are making fun of me!"
	"What for?" he asked.
	"I can't tell," I said.
	"Oh, okay. Do you just want to sit here in class?"
	"Uh, huh," I said, burying my face in my folded arms.
	Just as the bell rang and the kids started filing in they attacked me, 
saying "hey, diaper-pants!" and other references to the fact that I wore 
diapers. Of course this clued in Mr. Hines as to what was going on. After the 
class was settled he came up to me and recommended that I should go see the 
school counselor. As I left the class I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I 
heard them giggle, many of them probably taking note of the bulge beneath my 
pants.
	I went to the office and asked to speak with the counselor.
	"He's with another student," the secretary said, "but if your teacher 
doesn't mind you being out of class then you can wait a few minutes."
	"Okay," I said.
	It was about fifteen minutes later that he took me in to talk to him. It 
was the first time I ever had to go to him for anything. It was hard for me to 
tell him what happened, and I couldn't really explain to him why I was wearing 
diaper-like underpants. He told me that I could call my mom and have her pick me 
up if my teacher would excuse me from his class. Having agreed with that option, 
I was cleared with Mr. Hines to be excused. I gave my mom a call and told her I 
was feeling sick. I wasn't ready to tell her what really happened, at least not 
just yet. Within ten or fifteen minutes mom was there. I was so glad to get out 
of school today when I did! I couldn't take another recess of being teased the 
way I was on lunch hour.

THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 13
-------------------------

	"Are you really sick?" mom asked me as we walked to the car.
	"Well, I'm not feeling well," I said, which was no lie.
	"The day's almost over, Randy. Couldn't you stick it out until then?"
	"No, mom, I need to go home."
	"Okay. It's not good to get absences so early in the year, especially 
since they've reduced the number of days you're allowed absent," mom informed 
me.
	"I'm feeling sick," I said. I did have a big headache, which I felt was 
sufficient for being sick.
	"Okay, just stay healthy from here on out."
	As we got home I went straight up to my room to take a nap. I took off my 
pants and looked at what I was wearing, thinking how all of this trouble started 
with a package of diapers that were dropped in the parking lot. Was it worth it, 
I pondered. At home it was, but at school, I just could not deal with it, and 
now that everyone was aware of it, there was no way of turning things back. Even 
if I never wore anything but regular underwear (and pants, of course) to school, 
everyone would forever remember the fact that I was wearing them. On the other 
hand, nobody ever saw that I was wearing diapers or anything similar to it, 
other than the fact that there was a bulge beneath my pants.
	 I continued to lie there, uncertain about what would happen in the coming 
days. My reputation was forever tarnished, and all because of Darrell. Once my 
best friend, now I was set to get even with him. But how? I was up against him 
and several other kids who were becoming his allies, many of whom I didn't like. 
I tossed around several ideas in my mind, but they would have been too obvious. 
Perhaps if I waited and devised a plan to get revenge then it would be worth it. 
I still had to deal with all the taunts and teasing in the meantime.
	Tina then came home from school and came up to my room. She knocked on my 
door gently and asked me if I was awake.
	"Yes, come in," I said.
	"Mom says you're sick," she said as she knelt down at the side of my bed.
	"Well, I'm not really sick," I confessed.
	"What?! It's the second day, Randy! Wait until it's later in the year when 
you have extra sick days left and then--"
	"No, no, Tina! It's not that!" I stopped her.
	"What, then? Why are you home early?"
	"Don't tell mom this, but everybody found out that I was wearing diapers 
and they just all started teasing me and I just couldn't take it!"
	"Well, you're going to have to deal with it, you wanted to wear diapers, 
after all," Tina said.
	"At home, yeah, but not at school!"
	"Maybe this has taught you something, Randy," Tina said.
	"It wouldn't have happened if Darrell had kept his mouth shut! He went 
around and told everybody! He even said that you have to change me all the 
time!"
	"You and Darrell aren't friends anymore, huh?"
	"No! And I want to get back at him for it! I just don't know how!"
	"Well, don't get into any fights, because that'll just get you into more 
trouble," Tina advised.
	"Darrell's got all these other friends now and they'd all just beat up on 
me!"
	"Well, let's deal with Darrell later. If I can think of something, I'll 
let you know. I just hate to see you two be mad at each other now. You guys used 
to be best friends, what happened?"
	"Darrell just had a hard time with the fact that I wear diapers!
	"Maybe he's just jealous."
	"I don't know. Darrell was weird, anyway."
	"I suppose I'd better change you," Tina said. "Mom thinks you're sick, and 
usually that means diarrhea for you, Randy, so I'd better diaper you extra thick 
just so it looks legit."
	"That's fine," I said, again giving into my urges to wear diapers in spite 
of the problems it has caused.
	"You might want to stay in here so mom won't get suspicious," Tina 
advised.
	After Tina got me back into my diapers she left my room and closed the 
door. "I'll come get you before dinner," she said.
	I was still feeling lousy over the way things turned out today as I felt 
like doing nothing more than to lie in bed. I couldn't get my mind off of 
Darrell. I did have one thing to use against him, and that was the fact that he 
told me that he was once a bedwetter. This sounded like a good way to get back 
at him. I thought of just going around telling people that he was a bedwetter, 
but it would only make me look like a copycat and the kids would probably not 
believe me. It would be obvious that I was only trying to make Darrell look bad, 
which I was.
	Finally I got tired of staring at the ceiling, yet I didn't feel like 
doing any of my usual activities. I walked around the room and then sat down at 
my desk. I grabbed a pencil and some paper and doodled for a few minutes. I 
looked at my top drawer, which was overflowing with odds and ends, well, junk. I 
decided to take the initiative to go through it, which is something I had been 
putting off for a long time.
	I pulled it open and sifted through all the useless crap that was 
contained in it. It had old, stubby crayons and pencils, cereal box toys, 
McDonald's Happy Meal toys, a pair of sunglasses with a lens missing, half of a 
pair of scissors, a yo-yo with the string broken, a broken 45-RPM record, the 
list went on.
	I dug deeper and uncovered a few forgotten treasures as well, one of them 
being my old squirt gun. I did a little bit of thinking and then, an idea was 
starting to form in my mind! I did some more thinking as I sat there at my desk 
and held the water gun in my hand.
	Then it came to me! I could use this against Darrell! Now I had a plan of 
action to develop. I thought that if I could somehow make it look like Darrell 
wet his pants then I could really make him look bad! At first I thought of using 
water, but then, why not just use real urine? I could collect my pee in a bottle 
and then pour it into the squirt gun. It would be messy, I realized, but it 
would be worth it if I could do it somehow.
	Now, the question was how to do this. I couldn't just go up to him and 
start spraying the front of his pants! For one thing, even squirt guns were not 
allowed at school, so I didn't want to be caught carrying it. I still had to 
think some more, and just then, Tina came upstairs to tell me mom was about to 
have dinner ready.
	I went downstairs and got a good whiff of the aroma of the roast beef that 
mom was cooking. Dad was sitting in his chair looking at real estate ads from 
the city, which I thought was odd. Maybe he was just curious about house prices. 
Dad often times read such things even if they didn't pertain to him.
	"How are you feeling now, Randy?" mom asked.
	"Better," I said.
	"Looks like Tina's got you diapered up pretty well," mom said, noting how 
thick she put them on me.
	"He's still got the runs," Tina said, covering for me, so to speak. "He'll 
need to wear them that way for awhile."
	"I understand you had a bad day at school," mom said to me.
	"I did, how did you know?"
	"Tina told me. She said Darrell's been telling everyone about you wearing 
diapers, and now everyone is teasing you about it."
	Oh, no! Now mom knows that I wasn't really sick!
	"I suppose the fact that you were feeling sick didn't help matters, 
either," mom continued. I looked over at Tina as she winked at me, assuring me 
that mom still thought I was truly sick as well.
	"Yes, and now everybody knows and they're all laughing at me!"
	"Well, Randy, maybe this has taught you a lesson. Has it?"
	"Uh, huh."
	"Now you know that most kids your age don't wear diapers."
	"I already knew that, mom," I replied.
	"Yes, but did you know how everyone would react?"
	"Kind of, sort of. I knew that if anyone found out I'd get laughed at, but 
I didn't think Darrell would break off from me and start being a jerk! Now he's 
got the whole school on me!"
	"I didn't know what else to do, Randy. I figured you were aware of the 
risks, which you were."
	"If Darrell were still my friend he wouldn't tell anybody and nobody would 
ever know!"
	"There's still a chance that someone could find out. They *do* show over 
your pants and they bulge out, you know. Well, dinner's ready, go get your dad."
	I got up to get dad, who was still poring over the real estate ads. He set 
the one he was reading down and joined us at the table. After mom had everyone 
served, dad spoke up.
	"Kids, I suppose now is a good time to tell you this," he started. "We're 
thinking about selling the place."
	"What?!" Tina and I both said in unison, quite surprised at the news.
	"Yep. Your mom and I have been thinking about it for awhile. We decided 
that the place is too much to keep up."
	"But dad, we've lived here for a long time!" Tina said. "Why are you 
selling it? I like this house! I like my room!"
	"Me, too!" I said.
	"We'll all miss it, kids. We've had a lot of fine memories here. It was a 
hard decision for us to make, but, we did think about it, and we think it's time 
to move into another place that doesn't take so much upkeep."
	We continued to eat dinner as mom and dad answered our questions and 
explained the sudden decision. At least it was sudden to us as mom and dad had 
contemplated the idea far longer.
	"Where are we moving to?"
	"Stafford Lake," mom replied. This was "the city," as we more often 
referred to it. "Your dad's been doing some calling around, he's even made a few 
trips there during the day. We think that your dad's furniture business will do 
better there. He may even open his own shop, who knows?"
	"That means I'll miss all my friends!" Tina said. "How will I tell Debra?"
	"You can send her letters. Maybe you can see her when your dad and I go to 
your Uncle Jack's. We'd have to go this way anyway, and we'd be glad to drop you 
off. I know Uncle Jack's place is pretty boring for you."
	It took awhile for the news to set in, but after mom and dad explained how 
life would be better and easier, it didn't sound like such a bad idea after all, 
just that this was my home and it was, well, home. On the other hand, a smaller 
place would mean fewer chores (hopefully), and maybe I'd get air conditioning in 
my room in the summer! That sounded nice. Moving had it's pros and cons, I 
decided.
	This explained the real estate ads that dad was looking at. Now I had even 
more things on my mind. There was one thing that was good, and that was if we 
were to be moving soon, I wouldn't have to deal with all the kids at my school 
for much longer! Now there was some hope ahead. I still wanted to strike back at 
Darrell, however, before leaving him and everyone else at East Hills Elementary 
behind.
	I went back upstairs. Tina came to my room where we discussed the 
anticipated moving between ourselves.
	"I'll miss Debra," Tina lamented. "I don't suppose you'll miss Darrell, 
not after what he's done to you."
	"No, but I have a plan to get back at him!"
	"You do?" Tina said, her eyes lit up. "What? What are you gonna do?"
	I got up and picked up my old squirt gun.
	"I want to make it look like Darrell wets his pants!"
	"And how are you going to do that? 'Hey, Darrell, stand still while I 
spray you!' I don't think so, brother."
	"That's the part I need to figure out," I said.
	"Get back with me when you think of something," she said.
	We went back to talking about moving again. It was for another half hour 
or so before Tina got up and told me that she'd better get started on her 
homework. "I'll come change you in a couple hours," she said as she left.
	I sat on my bed and had alternating thoughts focused on moving soon and on 
how I would get back at Darrell. At least thinking of striking back at Darrell 
took my mind off of the thought of moving. I wracked my brain trying to think of 
a good way to get to the front of Darrell's pants without him knowing.
	 Let's see, if he goes into the bathroom he will need to pull his pants 
down, that is if he goes into the stall to take a dump. Now the gears of my 
suddenly-turned vengeful mind were turning like a well-oiled machine, clicking 
along ever so smoothly.
	Here was the plan:
	First, fill the squirt gun with my own pee before going to school. This 
would mean I would either have to fill it the night before or in the morning, 
preferably around a time when Tina had my diapers off, obviously. Maybe I could 
even be allowed to remove them when I needed to go as well as have access to the 
bathroom, where I could use the sink to catch any spills, and also so that I 
could wash my hands, of course.
	Next, sneak the squirt gun in my jacket pocket. As a precaution, I would 
put it on a re-sealable sandwich bag so that if the gun leaked I wouldn't have 
urine dripping around in my pocket. The only trouble here was that I would have 
to wear my jacket at all times, even when it was warm in the afternoon. It was 
September and hopefully the temperatures would be dropping here soon.
	Now the hard part. Follow Darrell around at a safe distance and wait until 
he goes into the bathroom, hoping he will use one of the stalls. If he does, I 
can go into an adjacent stall, as long as one is vacant. While in there, when 
Darrell has his pants pulled down to his ankles while he is seated, I could 
squirt the contents of the gun onto the crotch of his pants.
	There was the obvious risk of being caught. The sound of the squirting 
would be heard, even with the noise that the other kids created while in the 
bathroom. There was also the good chance that Darrell may be looking down while 
he is seated, watching the urine stream from the adjacent stall spraying his 
pants. He'd probably get up right away, even if he was in mid-turd, and have me 
cornered in the next stall. Enter Joey.
	I needed to enlist Joey in my scheme. Joey and I had only been friends for 
two days, and after today, who knows what he may have been thinking. Hopefully 
he was enough of a friend that he would help me pull this stunt off.
	I needed Joey to create a distraction that would divert Darrell's 
attention. He could stand in front of the stall door and knock on it loudly, or 
lean up against it, something to keep Darrell's attention such that he would be 
staring straight ahead instead of down. I wished that I could have some other 
friends come into the bathroom and make enough noise to drown out the sound of 
the squirt gun, but that wasn't something I was counting on doing. I would have 
to rely on other kids who happened to be in there at the time.
	The idea here was to make it appear that Darrell had peed his pants, 
simply by squirting urine onto the front of his pants where it would then appear 
that Darrell just had an accident. There was little he could do about it at the 
moment, forcing him to exit the bathroom with a wet spot on his pants, right 
where it counts. Most of all, it would give me the firepower to go around and 
call Darrell a bedwetter! The whole stunt would have to go as planned. There was 
no "plan B" here.
	I sat down and wrote this all out. I even made some diagrams to illustrate 
what would happen. Now I was all excited and consumed in carrying out my revenge 
scheme. I even peed in my diapers over the excitement of it, adding to the mess 
I deposited earlier.
	I expected Tina to change me soon, but I couldn't wait to tell her about 
my plan, so I went over to her room and knocked on her door. She wasn't in 
there. I decided to go downstairs, where I needed to go to get a cup or a 
bottle, something to pee in besides a diaper were I could collect my urine. I 
found a plastic cup and a sandwich bag. While I didn't expect to be needing 
these items right away, I wanted to get them while I was thinking about it.
	 I then found Tina, who was out in the laundry room retrieving her 
clothes.
	"I've got it, Tina!" I said.
	"Got what? The shits? Ha! Ha!" she joked.
	"No...I mean, I came up with an idea!"
	"Wait till we get upstairs, then you can tell me!"
	Tina also saw that I was holding a sandwich bag and an empty plastic 
bottle.
	"What are those for?"
	"It's part of my plan!" I said.
	"Well, let's get upstairs and get you changed, then you can tell me!" Tina 
was very excited to hear this plan.
	While she was changing me and getting my stinky mess wiped up I explained 
to her that I would need to go into the bathroom to pee into the bottle and then 
transfer the contents of the bottle to the squirt gun. She said that she would 
let me, but I'd have to be careful not to get caught in there as I was only 
allowed to use the downstairs bathroom, and that was only for brushing my teeth, 
washing my hands and taking baths.
	"Okay, but, I think there's one thing you need to know," Tina said.
	"What's that?" I asked.
	"You'll need a fresh load every day. It'll really stink if you don't use 
fresh piss each day."
	"Good point," I said, knowing how vile smelling stagnant urine can be. 
There was no way of telling how many days it would be before I had the right 
opportunity to pull off my stunt.
	"Maybe you should do a trial run," Tina suggested. "Fill your gun with 
water, then slip your pants on, just to your ankles while sitting on the toilet 
and then I'll see if I can simulate things."
	"Okay," I agreed. "But then *my* pants will be wet!"
	"We'll use *water*, silly, like I said to use! Besides, they'll dry out by 
morning."
	Tina opened the bathroom and let me fill my squirt gun with water. Then, 
as Tina suggested, I grabbed my pants and put them on, just to my ankles-- I 
couldn't pull them all the way up anyway as they could not have fit with my 
diapers. Next, I sat on the toilet as if I were taking a dump in it-- purely a 
hypothetical situation in my case as this was only for testing my scheme. Tina 
then stood off to the side and crouched down as if to be in an adjacent stall 
and aimed right for the crotch of my pants. As I expected, the stream was fairly 
audible, but it was a good dose, nonetheless. It was enough that I was worried 
that my pants would not be dry by morning. Nevertheless, it looked like it would 
work so long as all other conditions for the stunt would prove to be favorable. 
Even the weather had to cooperate since I would need to be wearing a coat to 
conceal the squirt gun. Curious, I wanted to know what the forecast was, which I 
caught on the news. They were predicting showers and much cooler temperatures by 
next week, so that gave me plenty of time to get with Joey to see if he would be 
an accomplice in pulling this off. In the meantime. I still had to think about 
what the kids would say to me tomorrow. Maybe Darrell would keep it up enough 
that I would be angry enough to be motivated to go through with my stunt. I 
couldn't wait for the day to come when I execute my plan of action against 
Darrell.

THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 14
-------------------------
	
	As Tina was changing my diaper that morning, I asked her if I could go to 
school in just my regular underwear. I couldn't go through another day of what I 
went through yesterday. I also was not able to use my special underpants for 
their intended purpose and ended up using the toilet anyway.
	"Well, mom expects you to wear them," Tina said, "and I think that after 
awhile you'll get used to them."
	"You don't understand," I said to Tina. "School is not a place to get 
caught wearing diapers. Everybody makes fun of you for it."
	"Well, okay, but don't let mom know that you're doing this," Tina said as 
she went back over to my old underwear drawer and fetched me a pair.
	I got myself dressed, only to discover that my pants were fitting too 
loosely. Mom bought them in a larger size so they would only fit as long as I 
had something thicker than just regular underwear on. I went through my closet 
and found my old belt. I put it on, and it helped hold my pants up, though they 
still felt loose and kept dropping down below my waist, revealing that all I had 
on was regular underwear. I pulled my shirt over it the best I could, hoping 
that mom wouldn't notice.
	As I walked out to the bus stop that morning, I found myself constantly 
pulling my pants back up. I couldn't see myself doing this all day, but it was 
too late to go back home. I got on the bus and sat down, again taking the ride 
with nobody that I knew. As I got to school and got off the bus, I once again 
felt my pants slide down off of my hips to remind me of how loose they were. My 
belt was not doing much good. I ended up walking with my arms pressed against my 
sides, hoping that this would keep my pants in place without having to tug on 
them constantly.
	When the first recess came I just wanted to sit in class, but after Mr. 
Hines told me how nice of a day it was and that I should get outside to enjoy 
it, I felt like I had better at least leave the classroom. I sat down on the 
ground right outside the classroom door. I hoped that Joey would be walking by 
as I wanted to see if he was around, but I didn't want to walk around the 
playground with my pants so loose. I never saw Joey but I did see plenty of 
other kids who came up to me and asked to see my diapers.
	"That's not what you were wearing yesterday!" one of the kids said. "Now 
you're gonna pee your pants in class and have an accident!" taunted another 
student. I knew that I had no way out of this either way, whether or not I wore 
diapers to school.
	Just before the bell rang I saw Darrell walk by me. He was with his friend 
Scott, who looked down at my pants and said, "look! He's got his diapers off! 
Does this mean you're potty trained, now?" Both he and Darrell then walked of 
laughing, and it really irked me as Darrell was being such a hypocrite. Why was 
he laughing about me wearing diapers when he actually worn them himself? I still 
wanted to get back with him, using the plan I thought of. Besides the fact that 
I didn't bring my squirt gun, my pants were fitting much too loosely for me to 
be following him around and waiting until he goes into the bathroom. I also 
needed to talk to Joey and see if he would be my partner, or accomplice, in my 
plan. Hopefully at lunch I would get to see him.
	After sitting through some math review lessons and a couple of other 
exercises it was lunch time, where I met Joey at our designated table.
	"I didn't think you were here today," Joey said as I sat down next to him. 
"I didn't see you at recess."
	"My pants aren't fitting me too well," I explained. "They're too loose and 
I don't want to be walking around in them and pulling them up all day." I 
explained that I should have had diapers on underneath them to make them fit, 
but I opted not wear them.
	I hadn't really told Joey much as far as why I wore diapers, and it wasn't 
easy to explain it. I told him that my mom wanted me to try getting through the 
day without needing the diapers, which was a lie. He seemed to be understanding 
of the fact that I wore diapers, and after I felt comfortable enough with him to 
talk about it more openly, I brought up the issue concerning my former friend 
Darrell.
	"What do think of Darrell?" I asked him.
	"I don't really care for him," Joey said. "Aren't you guys friends 
anymore?"
	"No, he decided not to be my friend after he found out I wore diapers, 
which is stupid because he tried them on himself while he was at my place. I 
think he was just jealous that I got to wear them and he didn't. He even told me 
that he was a bedwetter. I want to get even with him."
	"What do you think you'll do now?" Joey asked me. "Try to make friends 
with him again?"
	"No!" I said. "He was the kind of kid where he was my best friend, but he 
and I weren't the best match as friends go, you know? I don't think Darrell will 
ever want to be friends with me, and he was kind of weird anyway, the more I 
think about it."
	I went on and told him a little more about the things that Darrell and I 
did, citing how I felt that our friendship was starting to fade away towards the 
end of the school year late last spring. He went away for the summer, then came 
back to find out that I was wearing diapers. I concluded by telling Joey how 
Darrell reacted to me wearing diapers. He tried them on, but then felt 
embarrassed and then left. Now with his new friend Scott, Darrell was a 
different kid altogether, and I didn't like what he had become and what he was 
doing to me. This is when I introduced my plan to get back at him.
	"I've got a plan, but I need your help," I started.
	"What? What am I gonna do? I don't want Scott and his friends to beat me 
up or anything!" Joey expressed such a concern as he was smaller and more timid 
than most other kids.
	"If you do it right, he'll never even know it's you."
	"So then, what am I doing?"
	I went through the entire explanation of how I would use the squirt gun to 
make his pants look like he had peed in them, and then explained to Joey that I 
would need him to distract Darrell.
	"That's neat!" Joey said. "I just hope Darrell doesn't come after me."
	"Just don't stand in front of the stall door. Some of them have wide 
cracks between the door and the wall," I told him. We can work the details out 
sometime," I said.
	"Maybe you can come over to my house sometime," Joey offered.
	"I'd have to go home first and ask my mom," I said. "And where do you 
live? I can't go by myself very far."
	"I live on Aikens Drive," he said.
	"That's almost right by Darrell's house!" I exclaimed. "I'm sure my mom 
will let me ride my bike over there sometime!"
	"Or maybe I could come to your place," Joey suggested. "Where do you 
live?"
	"I'm out on Blossom Road, just as you head out of town," I told him. "It's 
the third house on the left past the shopping center, down a ways past the 
field."
	"Okay, maybe this weekend we can do something," Joey said.
	I couldn't wait until the final dismissal bell rang. Joey and I sat in the 
shade by the building, which kept us away from most of the other kids, though 
many of them made jeers at us because we supposedly wore diapers (which I did, 
just not today). I was too much of a wimp, admittedly, to say something back at 
these kids, especially since I never had any kind of comeback ready for them.
	After I got home from school that afternoon Tina asked me how I got 
through the day.
	"I got through it okay," I explained. "I even used the toilet a couple 
times, but my pants would not stay up, and I kept pulling up on them."
	"What are you and Joey going to do?" Tina asked.
	"Joey said he'd help me!" I exclaimed with excitement.
	"Cool! I wish I could be there to watch! I'd like to see what happens!"
	"I'll tell you all about it," I promised Tina.
	After I was changed back into my regular diapers I went through the 
afternoon thinking about my plan and plotting it. I had homework, but right now, 
my priorities were reversed. I tried to imagine any and all possible situations 
where the stunt my fail. My biggest fear was getting caught. I decided that I 
should maybe do a practice run or two at school. That is, follow Darrell into 
the bathroom and see if he even notices that it's me in the next stall. I also 
wanted to determine if he had a preferred time to go or even a preferred 
restroom. If I was really lucky, he'd even have a preferred stall.
	I knew that keeping my distance would be crucial to the success of the 
stunt. I also had to consider the possibility that the stalls adjacent to 
Darrell could already be occupied, thus foiling my plan. After I thought of the 
risks and planned for encountering potential problems, I set it aside and 
started in diligently on my homework. It was nice to sit at my desk and let my 
bare legs dangle from my chair as I wet into the diaper I had on. Ahh, the 
freedom.
	That evening there was more discussion at the dinner table about the move 
to Stafford Lake. The realtors would be visiting our house soon. Mom and dad 
also had their choices of homes narrowed down a little and showed us what each 
one looked like. The one I liked the best was a two- story house that sat atop a 
bluff overlooking the town and the lake below. Tina was more partial towards a 
smaller, more cozy house located in the middle of town. Nothing was for certain 
yet. All I knew was that I hoped our new house would be *somewhat* like the 
house we were in now. This place was old, but warm and familiar, like a tattered 
pair of jeans-- never mind the fact that I wasn't wearing any at all, old and 
tattered or otherwise.
	The next day came as I got ready for school. Again, I went to school 
wearing regular underwear, even though I knew I would be struggling with keeping 
my pants up all day. I looked for another belt and found one that fit more 
tightly. Tina asked me if I needed to go into the bathroom to "load my gun"-- my 
squirt gun loaded with urine, that is. I needed to do some practice runs, I 
explained to Tina. It also wasn't cold enough to wear a coat, which I needed to 
conceal the squirt gun.
	Later that morning I met Joey on recess. I still had to pull my pants up 
every so often while walking around, though they never dropped so low as to 
expose more than the waistband on my underpants.
	The other kids had not forgotten that I came to school with training-
pants-style underpants that one day. They were quick to notice that my underwear 
was showing, evidence enough that it was all I was wearing underneath-- no 
diapers, no plastic pants, no training pants, just briefs like the other boys.
	"Are you toilet trained now, Randy?" quipped one kid. "I see that your 
mommy is letting you wear big-boy undies again!"
	"That's none of your business!" I defended. He then came over to me and 
gave me a wedgie!
	"Randy's got a wed-gie! Randy's got a wed-gie!"
	"Why are your pants so loose?" another kid asked, though it was rhetorical 
and in reference to wearing absorbent underpants. "They don't fit without your 
diapers?" he added as he walked off and laughed.
	"I'm definitely gonna nail that Darrell!" I said angrily to Joey. "He 
started all this!"
	"Actually, Randy, you did," Joey said. "You didn't have to let him know 
you wore diapers."
	"Well, he *was* my friend and I thought I could trust him, and I was 
really excited about it, so of course I told him!"
	Joey and I continued to walk around for the remainder of the recess, 
hoping that we would spot Darrell, but we never saw him before the bell rang. I 
knew that lunch hour would give me more time to seek him out and follow him. 
This was sort of a mission to gather intelligence, much like a spy. The 
difference between my mission and that of the CIA was that I was not only hoping 
to piss off, but also to piss on as well!
	Just as lunch hour came I sat down with Joey. We selected a different 
table that was closer to where Darrell and Scott usually sat. I watched him out 
of the corner of my eye, watching him and Scott laugh and make jokes about who-
knows-what. Little did he know he was being watched. Joey and I hurried through 
our lunches so we would hopefully get done before Darrell and Scott left their 
table. I stuffed into my mouth the last two bites of the Twinkies that my mom 
packed in my lunch and Joey was already finished. We then sat there and kept a 
close watch on our enemies, our targets, Darrell and Scott.
	They then got up and headed out of the lunch room. On the way out Darrell 
went into the boys room, which was just what I was waiting for him to do. 
Unfortunately, Scott was also standing there outside of the bathroom waiting for 
him. Damn! He'd see me if I just waltzed in there and he'd get me for sure! I 
didn't consider Scott as being an obstacle to my plan! Surely he didn't follow 
Darrell around like a shadow, or did he? Darrell and I used to stay close and 
were rarely separate from each other on the playground. There was no point in 
trying to get over there, and given that Darrell was right back out, it was 
likely that he only needed to pee and was in no position to be observed.
	I had one more chance to catch Darrell going into a restroom, which would 
be the afternoon recess. Joey and I followed him (and Scott) around, keeping our 
distance, hoping Darrell would need to make a bathroom stop. Too bad I couldn't 
make Darrell want to take a dump at set time. Apparently there was more planning 
to this stunt than I anticipated and I was beginning to question whether or not 
it was worth doing it at all. The end result of it would be great, once I could 
pull it off. I wasn't even successful at the trial run, much less doing anything 
operational. He never did go into the bathroom on the afternoon recess, either.
	During the dull, tiresome afternoon lesson I opened my notebook and wrote 
down some notes on what I got accomplished today. I decided to start keeping a 
journal. I knew this would make for some interesting reading later on, 
especially if it had a happy ending.
	Back home from school, I told Tina about today's uneventful mission to 
gather intelligence.
	"His stupid friend Scott was around him the whole time!" I fretted. "He 
just stood outside the bathroom door, and if he goes in there with Darrell, I'll 
never pull it off!"
	"You'll think of something, Randy; you're smart," Tina told me as she 
smiled while doing up my diaper.
	But what? Think of what? I knew that if I didn't come up with anything 
then I'd never get back at Darrell. I also had time working against me. I needed 
the upcoming cold weather so that I could wear a jacket to school. As it was 
early September, it was still a few weeks before it got cold enough that I could 
wear a jacket to school every morning. I also didn't know how long it would be 
before we would be moving to Stafford Lake. It could be before I know it and it 
could be months still.
	The next morning was cooler as what had been forecast, cool enough to wear 
a jacket. Of course I wasn't prepared to pull off my stunt, but it looked like 
the cool weather would hold out for long enough that hopefully by next week I 
would have a chance to get Darrell.
	On the morning recess I followed Darrell around, and of course Scott was 
with him. I saw Darrell go into the bathroom. Scott was standing outside waiting 
for him still. Since I'd probably have to get past Scott in one way or another, 
I decided to just act normal and go into the bathroom like anyone else would.
	As I got to the door, Scott stood right in front of me and blocked it, not 
permitting me to enter.
	"You can't go in there, you baby!" he said.
	I had a quick comeback against Scott as I said, "why aren't you in there? 
Because it says 'boys' on the door?"
	"Look, you little piss-pants! Don't push me around!"
	He was getting aggressive as he kept pushing me away from the door. 
Meanwhile some other boys came along and Scott stood aside to let them in. I 
decided that if I went in then Scott would just follow me and then cause more 
trouble once I was cornered in the bathroom. I backed away as Scott said "that's 
better, Randy! Just go in your diapers instead like you're supposed to!"
	I didn't think that Scott would be so much trouble! Why did he just stand 
outside the bathroom door like that? I needed to set up a distraction for him 
somehow! Back to the drawing board, or at least my desk that I sat in.
	As the rest of the day passed, I decided to hold off on keeping a watch on 
Darrell until I could revise my plan. The upcoming weekend would give me a 
chance to think up something. I was too obsessed with this to give up on it. It 
would be the best revenge ever and Darrell definitely deserved it after breaking 
off his friendship and then telling everybody I wore diapers!
	Fortunately I had Joey as a friend, though not for very long as I told him 
that I expected to be moving soon. Understandably, he was a little upset by this 
as I think I was his only true friend. At least I could get a fresh start at 
whatever school I was to attend in Stafford Lake. And who knows? Maybe there 
would be somebody there who liked to wear diapers as much as I did.
	Joey decided to get together during the weekend as we had discussed 
earlier in the week. Again I told Joey where I lived so that his mom would know 
where to drop him off. I asked my mom about having Joey over and she said it was 
okay if he could come over, though she would not make any exceptions to making 
me wear diapers. I figured that this was okay since Joey knew I wore them and he 
didn't seem to care. At least he was understanding and didn't tease me about it. 
Perhaps he'll even want to wear them after seeing me going around in them. I 
just hoped he wasn't like Darrell, where he would get jealous because I wore 
them, and then start telling everyone at school about it. Nah, Joey was better 
than that. Too bad I was moving away soon as he and I looked like we could 
become the best of friends.

THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 15
-------------------------

	Saturday morning then came. It was cold and raining outside, so if Joey 
was to come over, we'd probably be stuck inside the house all day. Tina often 
just left me in diapers for the entire weekend except for when I left the house.
	As Tina was changing me she I told her that Joey would be coming by today.
	"Oh, that's nice," she said. "Do you want to get dressed today or just 
stay in your diapers?" she offered, considering that I expected a guest.
	"I'll just stay in diapers," I said. It was cold and raining anyway and I 
didn't expect to go anywhere.
	That afternoon Joey's mom dropped him off. She also came inside to meet 
me. I greeted them at the door wearing diapers and a shirt. "Pleased to meet 
you, Randy," she said, looking at me strangely. "I'll come by in a couple of 
hours, you boys have fun," she said as she left.
	"So you really do wear diapers?" Joey said.
	"Yep, I'm always in them, at least here at home."
	"You were wearing them at school that one day," he commented.
	"They were training pants," I clarified, "but everyone thought they were 
diapers, and that's when Darrell started telling everybody!"
	"Now everybody's teasing you about it, but I don't because I know what 
it's like to wear them because I was in diapers until I was seven," Joey said.
	"No shit?" I exclaimed.
	"Sometimes, but I mostly had a problem with wetting the bed, though," he 
replied, taking my interjection literally.
	"I liked wearing them because they felt good to wear and I liked how they 
looked on me, and I got extra attention for wearing them, which I liked."
	Joey then had a chance to meet Tina, who was standing in the kitchen 
putting some dishes away. She smiled at him and offered him some hot cocoa, 
which he accepted. We sat there at the kitchen table for about ten minutes and 
sipped on our hot cocoa talking about different things.
	Afterwards we went up to my room and spent a good part of the afternoon 
there. Even though I knew that my diapers were highly conspicuous, I noticed 
that Joey kept looking down at that part of me. I suppose anyone would as not 
everyone wears diapers around the house like I always did.
	"Why do you still wear diapers?" he asked me as we both sat next to each 
other on my bed.
	"It's a long story," I began, telling him about the blue package of 
diapers I found in the parking lot, which led to my wanting to try them on, 
which led to wanting to wear them all the time, which led to getting caught and 
being told to give them up. I was then caught again and it was decided that 
since I wanted to wear diapers, then diapers it would be for me!
	"I suppose I would have done the same thing," Joey replied. "I used to go 
to day care centers and hope to find unused diapers that may have been thrown 
out. But I got caught and then the guy chased me away."
	"Did you ever find any diapers?" I asked.
	"I did find one that was unused once," he replied. I never used it for 
awhile because I didn't want to waste that one diaper, you know, I only had one, 
so I just wore it sometimes, then I ended up using it and I had to get rid of 
it, of course. I haven't found any more since then."
	I was excited over Joey's interest in wearing diapers. I couldn't imagine 
doing anything such as sifting through a day care's garbage to find diapers-- 
clean ones, that is. I'm sure there were plenty of used diapers in there, 
however.
	"It's the thrill of it and the hope of finding a good, clean one," he said 
when I asked him more about his adventures in the trash. "I may go back since 
it's been awhile," he said.
	"Either that or you can just check the parking lots," I smiled, though 
mine was a rare find."
	Joey mentioned that he needed to go to the bathroom, but I had to explain 
to him that the bathroom doors locked from the outside and would require a key 
to get in, a key that I didn't get to carry. Of course he asked why the locks 
and I explained that they were put on there when I got put into diapers as a way 
of ensuring that I would use them as I wanted to.
	"Really? They lock you out of the bathrooms?!" he exclaimed as his eyes 
opened widely.
	"Yep! I only go in there to brush my teeth and to take baths."
	"They don't let you use the toilet at all?"
	"Nope! You'll need to get a key from my sister," I told him. "Or you could 
just wear one of my diapers if you'd like," I suggested.
	"Since you offered," he said slowly and hesitantly, "yeah, I'd like to put 
one on...and wear it around awhile...is that okay?"
	"Sure, but you'll need to go to my sister for that, too."
	"Huh?" he asked. "What does your sister have to do with it?"
	"She changes me," I replied.
	"You're kidding?" I thought he was going to fall off the bed!
	"Nope! Everyday, she puts them on me. She doesn't seem to mind doing it, 
and I don't mind that she does. Like you said, you get lots of attention when 
someone changes your diapers. You get a lot of attention for wearing them, too!"
	"Well, I, I suppose I could ask her...," he paused.
	"You'll need to either ask her for the key to the bathroom, or to have her 
put a diaper on you. If you don't ask her for one or the other then you'll end 
up going in your pants! Or, you could still go outside if you want. Let's go 
downstairs and ask her."
	Joey approached Tina and told her he needed to go to the bathroom.
	"Oh, okay, I forget about Randy's friends needing to get into the 
bathroom," she said as she reached into her pants pocket.
	"Aw, shit!" Tina cussed. "My key is in my pants upstairs. I'll go get it."
	We then followed her back upstairs. As she went to her room, Joey said, 
"uh...Tina?"
	"Yeah?" she turned around just before she picked up her pants from the 
floor.
	"I don't need a key," he said.
	"What do you mean?" she asked. "The bathrooms are always locked."
	"I know. I...don't...want to use...the bathroom."
	"You can go outside then, as long as you don't have to poop," she said.
	Joey was understandably shy about asking my sister to put a diaper on him. 
I know I would find it to be very awkward to ask someone the same thing. I spoke 
up for him, and I was in no way subtle.
	"He wants you to diaper him, Tina!" I said.
	"Oh? Well, I suppose, that is, if you want, though I don't know if I 
should," Tina replied. "I mean, if you were my brother, yeah, but...well, since 
you asked--"
	She then told Joey to get his pants and his underwear off and get up on 
the bed. Joey knew he couldn't go back now and change his mind. He committed to 
a diapering from Tina as he requested. He was shy to undress in front of Tina, 
but it was obviously necessary if he wanted to wear a diaper. I stood right by 
him to make him feel more comfortable. I told him to close his eyes and pretend 
that it was his mother changing him.
	Tina applied the powder and then soon had his butt wrapped up in several 
thick diapers, just as she did with me. She next put the plastic pants on and 
let him go.
	"You're done! Let me know when you need to be changed," she said as she 
left my bedroom, getting some kind of satisfaction from diapering Joey.
	"So, how do they feel?" I asked him.
	"These feel great! They sure are thick!" he exclaimed. "They really pad my 
butt!"
	"Tina always puts them on thick," I said. "When you want to wear diapers 
here, this is what you get!"
	"I never thought I'd get to wear diapers again!" he said. "I wish I could 
tell my mom to get me some diapers," he said.
	"Just do what I did. Get yourself some diapers. You'll probably have to 
buy them, just tell the cashier that you're buying them for your little brother-
- hell, it's none of their damn business anyway! Maybe you can let yourself get 
caught wearing them and then she'll start making you wear them. It worked for 
me!"
	"Yeah, I thought about doing it, but..."
	"I'll go with you one of these days. Maybe this Monday I can go over to 
your house and then we can do it then."
	"What? Buy some diapers?"
	"Yeah! Then you won't have to raid the trash at the day care!"
	"I only get five dollars allowance a week," he said.
	"It's worth it, isn't it?" I said.
	"Yeah, I suppose," he agreed, "since it would probably take me a long time 
to use them all."
	"Or you can just come over here, at least until I move," I said.
	"I wish you weren't moving," Joey lamented.
	"Me, too," I replied. I hated to bring up the topic, especially since it 
cut short what was turning out to be such a good friendship. Maybe mom and dad 
would change their mind again. There was still hope for that possibility.
	Joey and I ran around in my room in just our diapers. Joey sat there on 
the floor with his legs spread wide open, exposing the wide crotch on the 
plastic pants over them, rising high on him up over his stomach I never realized 
just how I looked wearing diapers until I saw someone else wearing the same 
diapers and plastic pants. I liked to look in the mirror and see how they 
looked, but this allowed me to see what I look like from someone else's point of 
view.
	As we sat across from each other on the cold, hardwood floor, we used it's 
smooth surface as a racetrack for my cars. The floor also worked great for my 
remote controlled cars and other vehicular toys that I had. I looked around and 
thought that perhaps my new bedroom would be smaller than this one, and it 
probably wouldn't have a hardwood floor, either. I liked my room for its space 
and I knew I would miss it if the house we moved into had smaller bedrooms.
	Joey had been wearing the diaper for about a half hour after he told me he 
needed to go to the bathroom. Apparently he had been holding it up to now as he 
told me he had to go now.
	"I didn't want to use it right away," he said, "but now I really have to 
go". He then told me that he started wetting in it. "Gee, the bathroom's 
locked!" he mocked. "What am I going to do?"
	"This is fun! I feel like a little kid again!"
	"I think that's what I like about them, too," I agreed. "I never wanted to 
be a grown-up when I was little because I never saw grown-ups have any fun. I 
also like the way these diapers feel," I told him.
	"Yeah, especially since your sister puts them on us so thick!"
	"I know! Ever look at your butt in the mirror?"
	"No! Let me go take a look!"
	We were laughing and talking about how fun it was to be two ten- year-old 
boys just spending a Saturday afternoon sitting on the floor in wet-- and in my 
case-- messy diapers! We were having so much fun!
	"Say! Let's take pictures of ourselves in our diapers!" I said.
	"No, really?" Joey said.
	"Yeah! I know some kids who took pictures of themselves in their 
underwear, or pictures of them peeing on the ground, and one of them was even 
pooping and they got a picture of it!"
	"Who is this kid?" Joey asked.
	"His name was Kevin, but he moved away in the third grade."
	The mention of Kevin's moving again brought to mind the thought of me 
moving away, interrupting the fun and pleasure that Joey and I were enjoying. I 
tried not to think about it as I went back to telling Joey about Kevin.
	"He brought the pictures to school! They were of him and his brother! The 
teacher then saw them and he got in big trouble for it, especially after his 
parents found out!"
	Later that afternoon I heard the front door close downstairs. It was 
either my parents, who were getting back from the auction late, or it was Joey's 
mom picking him up.
	"Shit! I think my mom's here!" Joey exclaimed as he, too, heard the door 
downstairs. "I gotta get this diaper off!"
	"Wait! I'll go check first," I said. "I think it's my parents.
	I walked part ways down the stairs and saw that it was just my mom and 
dad. I returned to my room and told Joey that everything was okay and he could 
just leave his diaper on.
	"Okay, but can I go in front of your mom and dad like this?"
	"If you want. They see me in diapers all the time. Come on!"
	"Oh, well, what'll they say?"
	"They'll probably say 'nice diapers you have on there!' I've been wearing 
them like this for over two months, they won't say nothin'! Then you can always 
go around in diapers around here whenever you come over because my mom and dad 
will know you like to wear them! Come on! Tina will have lunch for us soon now 
that my mom and dad are home! I wonder why they're so late today?"
	Joey followed me down the stairs, following closely behind me to try to 
conceal his diapers from view of others.
	As we reached the kitchen Joey stopped and sat down in dad's chair.
	"Oh, hi, Randy!" mom said. "Isn't your friend Joey here?"
	"Yeah, he's in the other room," I said.
	Mom then walked back out to the living room and saw him sitting there in 
diapers, looking nervous.
	"Oh, hi, Joey! Pleased to meet you," mom said.
	She then turned to me and asked what he was doing in diapers.
	"He wanted to wear one," I answered plainly, "so Tina diapered him up just 
like she did me!"
	"Did he ask to be diapered?" mom asked Tina.
	"He did, mom. He needed to use the bathroom and I offered him my key, but 
he told me he didn't want to use the bathroom, and I said he could go outside, 
but he didn't want that, either!"
	"Okay," mom shrugged. "If it's what he wants, it what he gets! Just as 
long as you don't mind changing *two* little boys around here!"
	"I don't!" Tina said. "Come on in here, Joey, lunch is ready!"
	The three of us sat down at the table and had soup, sandwiches and 
crackers. Mom got herself settled down and joined us shortly afterwards."
	"This is really cool!" Joey said. "I can wear diapers here all the time, 
huh?" he said.
	"Since Randy has diapers, we don't expect any of his guests to use the 
bathroom if they don't want to," mom said to him.
	"How are the diapers?" Tina asked him.
	"They're wet!" he said.
	"I'll change you after lunch, okay? I'm sure Randy is due for a change, 
too! Aren't you, Randy-o-brother of mine? Tina smiled, knowing how much I 
enjoyed wearing them and sitting in them when they were messy!"
	"Did the auction run long?" Tina asked mom.
	"It did," mom said, "plus we stopped at another realtor's office 
afterwards."
	"Are you sure we're moving?" I whined. "I just met Joey, and we like to do 
things together!"
	"I know, Randy, but your father and I are not looking back on anything 
now. However, we did look at some homes listed right here in town, and we've 
been considering staying right here in Caulfield instead of moving to Stafford 
Lake."
	"Really?" my eyes lit up. "You mean, we won't be moving very far?!"
	"Maybe," mom cautioned. "It all depends on if your dad can get his 
furniture business set up in Stafford Lake or not."
	"What about here? Can't he just set up shop downtown?"
	"We're thinking about that, too, but I wouldn't be getting your hopes up 
just yet, Randy. We'll know more by next week."
	Whether or not I was staying here in my humble little town of Caulfield, 
population 6,500, at least I did a more positive outlook on the future of my 
friendship with Joey. Caulfield was still a spread out community and I could 
still be living several miles away from Joey. At least it wouldn't be thirty-
five miles or more like it was to Stafford Lake.
	After I sipped the last of my soup and the last of my milk, Tina sent us 
both upstairs to get changed.
	"We may not be moving so far after all!" Tina said.
	"I know!" I smiled as I looked up at Tina, who was pulling off my reeking, 
poopy, soaked diapers.
	"I know how I'd miss Debra, and I'd hate to see you and Joey get separated 
after hitting it off so well. You both like to wear diapers, and-- whatever the 
bond is in any friendship, it helps to have something on common, although I must 
admit that a fondness towards wearing diapers is an unusual bond for a 
friendship, I must say!"
	Tina finished changing me and then proceeded to change Joey.
	"It looks like you know how to use these things," Tina said, pulling away 
Joey's diapers, which were only wet.
	"I used to be a bedwetter," Joey volunteered such personal information, 
"so I think I should know how to use them." He must have been comfortable with 
having Tina change him as he was so open to impart such a highly personal bit of 
information about himself such as having been a bedwetter. Maybe he could revive 
his bedwetting if he kept wearing diapers long enough.
	I went back downstairs to get the camera. Joey and I each took pictures of 
ourselves in our diapers. We took a total of six pictures, one shot of each of 
us showing off our diapers from the front, the rear, and the crotch. Mom would 
be in for quite a surprise when she took the film down to be developed.
	It was about another hour or so before I heard the doorbell ring.
	"Now your mom is here! Quick! get the diaper off!" I said.
	Joey pulled the plastic pants off and then released the safety pins that 
were holding his diapers on him, after being so expertly placed there by Tina. 
They hadn't yet been used, so I left them there on the floor, figuring Tina 
would put them on me during my next change.
	Joey then slipped his underpants back on as my mom yelled upstairs. "Your 
mother's here, Joey!"
	He put his pants on and left the room. I followed him down the stairs to 
see him off. His mom kept glancing at me standing there with just diapers on, 
not knowing that just minutes ago her own son was donning the same attire and 
had been all afternoon, even using the diapers that he was wearing.
	"See you at school, okay?" I said to him.
	 "Bye!" he said as he went outside in what was still pouring rain.

THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 16
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	The rest of the weekend remained cold and rainy. Tina and I stayed indoors 
most of the time and helped mom with chores inside the house, plus, we each had 
homework to do, which we were both good at putting off until Sunday evening. I 
kept thinking about the next day at school. Actually, I had several things on my 
mind, such as how much the kids would still be teasing me for wearing a diaper 
to school, how and when I could get Darrell back, and whether or not we were 
moving out of Caulfield, losing Joey as my new best friend. This was not an easy 
time for me.
	Monday morning came. Tina took off my diaper, which had been well-used as 
it reeked strongly of the heavy wetting and messing that I had given it. It 
almost made Tina throw up as she was a little weak in the stomach this morning.
	As I put my old underpants back on, I missed the thick feel of my diapers, 
but I decided that school wasn't the place to be enjoying the padded comfort 
that they offered and the joy of using them as this was what drew so much 
unwanted attention to me in the first place. As long as my belt held my pants in 
place I was okay.
	Before going to the bus stop I asked mom if I could ride home with Joey 
and visit at his house.
	"I suppose, but you'd better take a couple extra pairs of underwear along 
so you can change." Mom was referring to the absorbent underpants that I was to 
wear to school.
	"By the way, are you wearing them?" mom asked.
	"Uh, yeah, mom, I am."
	"Then what's with the belt? You're not wearing them, are you?"
	"No, mom. The kids laughed at me the day I wore them."
	"You get upstairs and put those on! You wanted to wear them, and you 
*will* wear them!"
	I had little time to spare and mom wasn't going to drive me to school if I 
missed the bus, so I quickly ran upstairs and put the thicker underpants on. I 
also changed my shirt and put one on that went over the top of my pants.
	"Remember to take some extras with you!" mom reminded me as she yelled up 
the stairs.
	I got the underpants on and then my pants. I quickly rushed back down the 
stairs and headed for the door.
	"Hold it!" mom hollered.
	"Mom! I'm going to miss the bus!"
	"I want to make sure you're wearing them! Pull your pants down!"
	"Dammit!" I thought. "I'm going to miss the bus!"
	Quickly I unfastened my pants and lowered them to show mom that I was, in 
fact, wearing the thicker underpants.
	"Okay, now hurry! The bus will be coming! Tell me where Joey lives so I 
know where to pick you up!"
	"2165 Aikens, gotta go, bye mom!"
	"I'll pick you up at 5:00!" mom shouted as the door closed behind me.
	I fled out the door and ran to the bus, whose red lights were already 
flashing as the other kids were boarding. I was within sight of the driver as 
the last kid boarded. He patiently (perhaps not so patiently) waited as I 
scurried to the bus.
	As I had no time to stuff the extra underpants into my bag, I was carrying 
them outside of it in my other hand, still folded. I stuffed them underneath my 
jacket before getting onto the bus, holding them next to me with my armpit. I 
hoped that I would have an opportunity to get them into my bag without anyone 
seeing that I was carrying them.
	I found a seat with no occupants in it and sat down. There were two girls 
sitting in the seat opposite of me, however. I unzipped my bag and stuffed the 
diaper-like garments in there as discreetly as I could, keeping my eyes on the 
two girls. They appeared to be minding their own business, so it looked safe. I 
turned the bag's opening to my side of the bus and turned my back as I stuffed 
the briefs into the back, concealing myself the best I could. The girls didn't 
see that I had extra pairs of padded briefs with me, though it would have been 
exciting to have been caught. I kept thinking about what they would have said if 
they had known.
	I got to school and went straight to class. I didn't say anything to 
anybody, nor did anyone say anything to me. I sat through Mr. Hines' morning 
lessons and did the in- class assignments. We always did math in the morning, 
which was cool since I felt I was pretty good at it.
	As the first recess bell rang I left the class and caught up with Joey.
	"Did your parents ever find out?" I asked him, referring to his wearing my 
diapers last Saturday.
	"Not as far as I know."
	"What do you suppose they'd do if they found out?"
	"They'd probably think I was wetting the bed again, I did used to wet the 
bed, you know."
	"So start wetting the bed! Make it look like an accident!"
	"I'm not a very good liar," he said. "I've never gotten away with lying 
and I always get in big trouble for it!"
	"I'm not a good liar, either," I said, inferring that I got caught without 
wearing diapers to school like I'm supposed to.
	"We'll work something out. I asked my mom if I could come over to your 
house and she said I could."
	"That's fine, my parents won't be home when I get there."
	"Cool!" I said.
	I told Joey about what happened this morning, having to change back into 
the thicker underpants right as I was headed for the bus. I also told him how I 
had to bring a couple extra pairs with me to change into, having to get them 
into the bag after I was on the bus. The bell rang shortly afterwards and we 
headed back to class.
	Joey and I met again at a table near Darrell and Scott. I kept a close 
watch on them, hoping they wouldn't see me. They seemed to mind their own 
business, though Joey and I weren't minding ours. We both finished up our 
lunches before Darrell and Scott left their table.
	As they left, Darrell once again went into the bathroom while Scott stood 
outside. I decided that the only way I could ever get to the bathroom was to 
just walk in there like I was using it.
	I approached the door, ignoring Scott, who wasn't ignoring me, however.
	He blocked the door before I could get to it.
	"You can't go in there, Randy! You wear diapers!"
	"I need to go to the bathroom!" I said. "Move it!"
	"No! You don't need to go in there, you baby! Let's see what little 
Randy's got on under his britches today!"
	Scott tried to reach for my shirt and lift it up to reveal the extra 
padding underneath. I backed off defensively as I didn't want him to conform 
what he suspected.
	"What's the matter? You got something under there you don't want me to 
see? Come on, Randy! Let's see your underpants, then!"
	I backed away from him and headed out of the lunchroom. Now Scott was 
chasing me. Just as I ran out the door with Scott behind me, his teacher, Mrs. 
Tanner stopped us.
	"What's going on, boys?" she asked us sternly.
	"Scott's bothering me!" I said.
	"You sure aren't off to a good start this year, are you, Scott? Let's go 
see the principal!"
	Right then Scott was dragged off to the principal's office. I walked away 
from the situation getting off scot- free, or should I say "Scott-free?"
	I got back to the lunch room where Joey was standing by the wall waiting 
for me.
	"What happened out there?" Joey asked me.
	"Scott chased me, and then his teacher caught him and sent him to the 
principal's office! You didn't see Darrell, did you?"
	"Yeah, he just went outside."
	We followed Darrell, who appeared to be confused, probably wondering where 
his new comrade Scott was. He didn't appear to have any other friends, so I felt 
that this was to my advantage as other kids would have likely interfered with 
pulling off my stunt.
	Later I had to go to the bathroom myself. I debated whether or not to go 
into the bathroom. I did have absorbent underpants on, and mom probably expected 
me to use them, so I decided that I had better do something with them. It was 
towards the end of lunch hour, so I didn't have a lot of time to change them if 
I got them too wet.
	Joey and I walked to a corner of the playground where I peed into the 
briefs. Joey appeared to be excited as I told him that I just peed.
	"Wish I could do that," he said.
	"I have a couple extra pairs with me," I offered,
	"Yeah, but I think I'll wait until I'm home to do it."
	"I'll let you use one after we get to your house," I said. "Or, we can go 
down to the store and buy some for you if you want."
	"Which ones should I get?" Joey asked.
	"They've got Goodnites, which would fit a lot better than just stuffing 
baby diapers into your underwear."
	"Let's go get some, I've got money saved," he said.
	"Sounds like a plan! See you later!" I parted with Joey as the bell rang.
	I went through the remainder of the lunch hour as well as the rest of the 
day wearing the wet underpants. I didn't really wet them that much as much of it 
was absorbed.
	As I left class that day I met Joey and boarded his bus. As we walked to a 
seat, I heard a voice from the back of the bus shout, "hey, it's the diaper-kid! 
What are you doing on our bus?"
	I sat there and ignored him until he came up to my seat and sat down next 
to Joey and me. He was a bigger kid, not so much in muscle, however. His breath 
smelled bad.
	"I hear you wear diapers, Randy, let's see them!"
	"I don't wear diapers," I said quietly. This was a lie, too, but I wasn't 
about to lift my shirt and show them off.
	"Then what's this I hear about you wearing diapers?"
	Thinking quickly, I said, "you must be thinking of Darrell."
	"He's the one who told me, man!"
	"He wears them, too," I said.
	"Yeah, it figures, you're both a couple of babies!"
	The mischievous miscreant then returned to his seat, allowing Joey and I 
to talk.
	"Just ignore him," Joey told me. "He likes to cause trouble."
	"I hope he doesn't do this every time we get on the bus."
	"The driver will make him sit up front if he keeps it up, I'm counting on 
it."
	Joey got off the bus at the first stop, so he didn't have to put up with 
that troublemaker of a kid for very long. As we got off, he said "bye, bye, 
baby-butts!" This aroused some laughter, much to our embarrassment.
	We walked a short distance to Joey's house, which was a small, modest 
house, nothing stuffy about it, which was the impression that I got when I was 
at Darrell's house. We went inside and went to his room.
	"So, is it just you here?" I asked.
	"Yep, no brothers, no sisters, it's nice, except for when you get in 
trouble because you can't blame anyone else."
	"Let's go get your diapers!" I said.
	There was a supermarket just a few blocks away from Joey's house. Joey 
grabbed some money out of his jar and grabbed his cap. We walked into the store 
and looked for the diaper section. There they were, right on the shelves, the 
package that read "Goodnites," which was right next to the brand of diapers that 
I found, that familiar blue package.
	"Those are the ones I was using," I pointed out to Joey.
	We both stood there, staring at the diapers as if we had just discovered a 
lost treasure and were admiring its gold and jewels. But this was no lost 
treasure, it was a package of disposable absorbent underpants for 
bedwetters...and for kids like us who just liked wearing them.
	Joey was nervous about picking one up off the shelf. There were other 
shoppers in the aisle, some of whom were looking at us.
	"Wanna come back later?" he asked me quietly.
	"We could be here all day, this store looks pretty busy," I said. We 
continued to stand there.
	"Well...? You want 'em?" I asked Joey as we continued to stand there, 
which by now must have caught the attention of other shoppers entering the aisle 
and more attention by those who were still in the aisle with us. Finally, one 
lady came up behind me.
	"Excuse me, I just need to get in here," she said.
	"Oh, sure, go ahead," I said nervously as I stepped aside. She grabbed the 
same brand of diapers I had found. I was tempted to say, "good choice!" to the 
lady, as if I would know (which I did)! She must have been wondering why we were 
standing there for so long.
	"Just grab some and lets go!" I said, knowing that we were being looked 
at.
	Joey then picked them up and headed straight for the checkout counter. I 
could imagine that his heart was beating rapidly as he anticipated paying for 
the Goodnites, It was too late to put them back now. We had no money for any 
other purchases, except for some drinks which we also got at the store's soda 
fountain, so it was obvious that the diapers were the primary purchase and that 
we came to the store especially for that one particular item.
	Joey went to the express line where a pretty blonde- haired gal was 
running items across the scanner. She quickly moved the other two people ahead 
of us through as we then approached the counter. Joey set the package up there 
where the girl promptly scanned them across the red laser beam.  went the 
machine as the display read "GOODNITES LG. $ 7.98".
	"Hi! How are you boys?" she greeted us with a smile. She then announced 
the total.
	Joey started fishing around in his pockets for his money.
	"I hope my mom gave me enough money," he said, making it sound like he was 
sent on an errand. Two other shoppers were now behind us, though the Goodnites 
had since then been bagged, making them less conspicuous to other shoppers.
	Finally he dug out the five-dollar bill and some of the one- dollar bills 
that were wadded up with it. Somehow I had a feeling the checker knew that we 
were not sent on any sort of errand! I figured it was none of anyone's business, 
anyway.
	We left the store and gave each other the high-five.
	"We got 'em!" I exclaimed.
	"Yeah! Let's get to my house and try them out!"
	On the way home we sipped our sodas down. The large- sized drinks that we 
purchased were sure to produce a good volume of urine in our systems. It wasn't 
a hot day, just that we wanted to "fill up," so to speak.
	The minute we got back to Joey's house we ran straight into his bedroom. 
Joey ripped into the package of Goodnites and pulled one of them out.
	"Awesome!" he exclaimed as he looked it over. He was so excited to have 
some diapers of his own! He then took his pants off and then his underwear 
before pulling the garment on. It was a little bit tight, but it otherwise 
seemed to fit him okay.
	"I can't wait until I get to use them! That pop I drank ought to hit any 
time now!"
	"I then proceeded to take my pants off and change out of my underpants 
which had been wet into quite a bit already. I reached into my bag and pulled 
out a clean pair and out it on. We both left our pants off and sat around that 
afternoon in only our diapers and T-shirts.
	"How long before your mom or dad get home?" I asked him.
	"It'll be at least six before my dad gets home," he assured me. "But my 
mom sometimes gets home as early as four o' clock, just depends".
	"So she could come home ten seconds from now?"
	"Maybe five seconds," he said.
	"Well, shit! Here we are in just diapers, and your mom could pull in any 
time! Damn! I'm getting my pants back on!"
	"She saw you in your diapers at your house, so what does it matter?" Joey 
asked.
	"It's different when I'm at home!" I said. "Your mom will wonder what I'm 
doing in just my diapers at your house!"
	"I'll hear the car pull up first if she comes home," Joey said. "Just 
relax, Randy, stay in your diapers awhile! She usually comes home after 5:00."
	"Well, okay," I said as I dropped my pants to the floor and continued to 
stay in just my diapers.
	"You should at least get those stashed!" I warned Joey, pointing out that 
the rest of the package of Goodnites was still sitting out plain as day on his 
bed. After awhile I got settled down again and sat on his bed, examining one of 
the Goodnites.
	"What do you think of these?" I asked. "What do you think of your 
Goodnites?"
	"They're okay, but I think your diapers would be better," he said, 
"especially the ones Tina puts on you when you get home!"
	"At least you have some of your own now," I said.
	We spent the afternoon playing games on the computer at Darrell's house. I 
hadn't used them that much, other than at school, so it was a lot of fun for me 
when I could get to one. Joey had a variety of games, including "Doom," which 
was a lot of fun, though graphic and violent. Having not played it before, I 
kept getting killed. Joey was pretty good at it, though. We also played an auto 
racing game and a few others that he had.
	We lost track of time as Joey kept showing me all the games on his 
family's computer. In the middle of one game that I took to quite well, I needed 
to pee. Rather than pause the game and get up, I just kept playing while I peed 
into my diaper.
	"Do you need to go now? ," I asked Joey.
	"Go where?" he asked as he watched me maneuver my player around the 
screen.
	"Do you need to pee? My bladder was full just a few minutes ago, and you 
drank as much as I did, so you must be ready!"
	"Yeah, I am, but I want to wait until I can't hold it any longer, that way 
I know how much these can take!"
	"Okay. Just don't flood them too bad!" I cautioned. "You don't want a big 
leak that you won't be able to clean up before your mom gets home!"
	I got tired of playing all of Joey's action and shoot 'em up games and 
went to someone more relaxing and played solitaire. I even showed Joey how it 
was played since he didn't know how to play.
	"These can hold a lot," I commented, referring to my own diapers just as I 
was about to place the last few cards on the last stack and win the game. "The 
cloth ones I wear with plastic pants can take anything!" I smiled, wishing I had 
them on instead.
	It wasn't too long before Joey went ahead and used his Goodnites for the 
first time. He was definitely bursting at the seams as he hollered, "here it 
goes!"
	He stopped in the middle of the solitaire game he started and stood up. 
His whole front expanded as he filled all of the absorbent material that the 
Goodnites offered and then some, for it was leaking all over the floor! I could 
see his pee running out the sides of the garment and running down his legs. Some 
of it had dripped onto the carpet of their computer room.
	"I can't believe I did this!" Joey exclaimed, looking down at the dripping 
mess that he created.
	"Well, you did it anyway!" I said. "You really did it!"
	"Now I know how much they can hold," Joey said.
	"Not as much as you drank!" I responded. "Now how are you going to get rid 
of it?"
	"Easy, I'll just run it out to the garbage. I'll--"
	Joey then stopped. I heard a car pull up in the driveway. It was 4:45, so 
it could have been my mom just stopping by a little bit earlier than she said 
she'd pick me up. On the other hand, it could have been Joey's mom. Joey leaped 
from his chair-- which had a wet spot on it-- and peered out the window.
	"She's home!" he said, running out of the room and down the hall. It was 
Joey's mom that had pulled in. His sodden diaper dripped and sagged by its 
weight, trying to slip off of his body as he scampered back to his room. I got 
up and followed him to get my pants back on. I felt that I should at least have 
my pants on while his mom was there. I didn't think it would have been 
appropriate to be a guest at Joey's house and be lounging around in diapers, at 
least not now.
	Joey had little time to change back into his regular underwear and get his 
pants back on before his mom came to his bedroom door and knocked on it.
	"I'm home, Joey," his mom said.
	Joey then opened the door to greet his mother.
	"Hi mom," he said innocently.
	She then looked back in the room and saw that I was there.
	"Oh, hi, Randy, I didn't even know you were here."
	"I rode the bus home with Joey," I said.
	"Oh, that's okay, I don't mind you coming over, Randy."
	"Do you have any homework?" Joey's mom asked him.
	"No, mom," he answered.
	"Maybe Randy would like to stay for dinner," his mom offered.
	"Gee, thanks, uh..."
	"I'm Diane," his mom introduced herself by name.
	"Okay, Diane, uh, yeah, that'd be great if my mom will let me stay. She's 
picking me up at five," I said. "I'll ask if I can stay."
	Joey's mom continued to ramble on with various topics that were only of 
pertinence between Joey and her as I tuned them out and sat on Joey's bed. I 
looked down on the floor and saw that the wet diaper that Joey had taken off was 
still sitting on the floor in plain sight!
	If I walked over to it and tried to conceal it, it would have only drawn 
more attention to the fact that it was lying there. On the other hand, if I just 
left it there his mom was sure to see it.
	Apparently his mom didn't notice it as it was among the clutter strewn 
about his floor. The diaper blended in with all of Joey's white underpants that 
were piled up against the wall.
	"I want this room cleaned up tomorrow," his mom said. "I'll start dinner 
now so it'll be ready when your dad gets home."
	Just as his mom closed the door I pointed out to Joey the incriminating 
evidence he left lying on the floor.
	"Oh, no!" he exclaimed.
	"Do you think she saw it?" I asked him.
	"I dunno, but I'd better me more careful!" he said as he tossed it 
underneath his bed. I couldn't help but wonder what his mom would do if she saw 
it. The question was: did she see it?

THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 17
-------------------------

	As I had been invited to stay for dinner at Joey's I called my mom and 
asked her if I could stay.
	"Do you have homework?" she asked me.
	"No, I don't, mom."
	"Then I guess it's okay. How are you getting home?"
	"Joey's mom will run me home," I said.
	"Okay, we'll see you later tonight, Randy, bye," mom said as she hung up.
	Joey and I were sitting in his living room watching TV while we waited for 
his mom to get dinner going. About ten minutes later she called us into the 
kitchen. We got up and walked up to his mom, who was pointing to the two empty 
cups from our drinks that we had set on the counter.
	"Can you guys throw your trash away?" she said, handing us our cups. "I 
work hard enough as it is to keep this house clean."
	Next to the cups that we had set down was a slip of paper, the receipt 
from the store for Joey's purchase of Goodnites! His mom unwadded it and glanced 
at it, only to see that GOODNITES LG. had been printed on it.
	"Hmm," his mom said. "Who bought Goodnites? Was it you, Joey?"
	Joey gulped as he stood there silently, trying to think of a quick lie.
	"Randy had to buy those today," Joey said, "he ran out of diapers and he 
had to buy some more! Right?"
	I wasn't prepared to respond, so I stood there silently.
	"I have a feeling that someone else takes care of buying Randy's diapers, 
so you'll have to try another lie, Joey!"
	"Okay, mom," Joey confessed before pushing the issue further. "I bought 
them." His head was hung low.
	"Why?" his mom asked, just one word, "why?"
	"Because Randy wears them," he answered.
	"What does that have to do with *you* wearing them?" Joey's mom asked him.
	"Because, they looked like, like fun."
	"Show me the Goodnites," his mom said, walking back to his room. I 
followed them to Joey's bedroom.
	"Something smells funny in here!" his mom said as she sniffed the air.
	Randy reached underneath his bed and pulled out the package.
	"I'll take them back, mom, honest!" he said as he was shaking.
	"It looks like you used one already!" his mom responded. "It smells like 
it, too!"
	"I'll take back what I haven't used!" he said.
	"No, Joey, you won't! You bought them, you wanted them, so now you wear 
them!"
	"Mom, I...I just wanted to try them!" he exclaimed. "I don't think I 
really need to wear them! How was I to know until I tried? Them?"
	"They're your diapers, Joey, and you spent your money to buy them, so 
you'd better use them now!"
	"What do you mean, mom?"
	"What I mean is that I want you to use the rest of them up!" she said. "I 
hate to see anything go to waste!"
	"So I have to wear these from now on?" he asked rhetorically.
	"Yep! The minute you get home from school I want you to get one of your 
Goodnites on and I'd better see you wearing it when I get home from work! In 
fact, let's just start right now! Take your pants off!"
	"Mom, I don't want to do this now!" he sobbed.
	"Joey! Get your pants off!" his mom commanded firmly.
	"I'll give the Goodnites to Randy!" he said.
	"You get your pants off, or I'll make you wish you had real diapers on to 
protect your butt from getting spanked because that's what I'm ready to do!"
	That motivated him to get going. He stripped to his underwear.
	"Now get your undies off!"
	Afraid to find out what would happen if he didn't comply, he pulled his 
underwear off and stepped out of it.
	"I'm sure you know what to do now, Joey!" his mom said, pointing to the 
opened package of Goodnites.
	Joey grabbed one and put it on just as he would his underwear. He then 
started to reach for his pants when his mom picked them up and started folding 
them.
	"But, mom, I--"
	"No pants, Joey!"
	"Huh?"
	"How can I see that you're using them if I let you wear your pants? Get me 
the rest of your pants!"
	Joey then walked over to his closet, trying to hold back his sobs as he 
grabbed two more clean pairs of pants. he also had two dirty pairs on the floor, 
which his mom proceeded to pick up herself.
	"I'll give you your pants when you leave for school!" she said, walking 
out of the room. "I need to get dinner started!"
	Joey and I both sat on his bed, both of us staring at the package of 
Goodnites, minus two diapers.
	"I'm sorry, Joey," I said. "I didn't mean to get you in trouble!"
	"It's not your fault, Randy," he said, looking down at the Goodnite that 
was wrapped around him. "I wanted to wear them just like you. You don't need to 
wear them, either!"
	"Yeah, what is it with us? Why would we want to wear diapers at our age?"
	"I don't know, but if we didn't leave that receipt out this may not have 
happened," I said.
	"I would have got caught one way or another," Joey said. "I'm a terrible 
liar, I'm careless and I don't cover my tracks-- so to speak-- and the smell 
would have given me away, anyway! Maybe I wanted to get caught, so I was 
careless, what do you think?"
	"Dunno, Joey, I ain't a psychologist," I said, "but you're probably right, 
that you wanted to get caught so you didn't try to hide everything."
	To make Joey more comfortable I removed my pants and sat across from him 
with only my diaper on. At least we were both more "equal" now with neither of 
us having anything to conceal our diapers. We just sat there on the floor in his 
room and talked. I was concerned that Joey's mom would think I influenced Joey 
and made him want to wear diapers. The sight of my diapers must have been very 
overpowering as it caused Darrell to want to wear them. Now Joey was drawn into 
the urge to try wearing diapers. Would Joey do the same thing as Darrell and 
betray me?
	"Joey," I said. "Be honest, what do you think of me right now?"
	"What do you mean?" he asked.
	"Am I still your friend for getting you to wear diapers?"
	"Of course you are, why would I not be your friend?"
	"Because Darrell tried wearing my diapers after he saw me wear them, then 
he freaked out and thought I was weird, so then he broke off the friendship and, 
you know the rest."
	"You are weird, Randy," he said. I started to take some resentment against 
him, but then he said, "I'm weird! Everybody is weird in some sort of way, and 
this is our way of being weird."
	"Whatever you say," I responded. "So Darrell must be weird, I guess, for 
wanting to wear my diapers, too."
	"Darrell's weird anyway," Joey said, nearly breaking into a light chuckle. 
He was feeling a lot better than he did just a few minutes ago. "And we're gonna 
make him look even more weird by wetting his pants for him, right?"
	"I'll see how tomorrow goes! I'll take my piss-loaded squirt gun with me 
and see if I can catch him in the bathroom like I explained. You remember what 
to do?"
	"Yeah."
	"We have to do it while his friend Scott is being held in class at lunch 
this week!"
	Minutes later we were both still sitting there on the floor, now laughing 
and having fun again. I had peed in my padded undies, much to Joey's interest as 
he watched the front of them expand. As mine had a greater capacity, I didn't 
have the problem of any leakage underneath me. I felt all those thirsty layers 
drinking my urine like the proverbial camel. I got up and performed a change, 
pulling off the wet briefs and putting on the last clean, dry pair that I had.
	Joey's mom then came into the room and, before she said anything, she 
stared down at the floor and saw my pants lying there. She also quickly noted 
that, like Joey, I was not wearing any pants, either.
	"Oh, I missed a pair," she said, picking my pants up.
	"Wait!" I hollered to his mom. "Those are mine, Diane!"
	"I'll give them back to you when I run you home!" she said to me. "If you 
want to promote this behavior some more, Randy, I'll be glad to help!"
	"What do you mean?" I asked, not sure what she meant.
	"Joey told me you have to wear diapers-- that's bunk! Anyone who has to 
wear them does not go around and show them off or tell his friends to do the 
same! It's a very shameful thing for anyone who really has to wear them, but 
since you guys just want to act like little boys, we can arrange that!
	"By the way, Joey," his mom continued, "I came in here to tell you that 
your dad's home, so why don't you go out there and explain to him why you bought 
yourself some Goodnites!"
	"Do I have to, mom?" he whined.
	"He's going to see you wearing them, so you'd better explain it now!" she 
warned him. "He's in the computer room."
	Joey got up and slowly walked down the hall into the next room where the 
computer room was. He stood there for a moment and stared at his dad's back. His 
dad was just typing away at the keyboard, working on who-knows-what. It 
certainly wasn't a game.
	"What is it, Joey?" his dad asked without turning around. He must have 
sensed that Joey was standing there.
	"Uh, dad, I have something to tell you," Joey said.
	His dad then turned around.
	"Where are your pants, kid?" he asked, seeing that Joey was not wearing 
them. He took another look and saw that Joey wasn't just wearing underwear. 
"Those are funny- looking underpants you got on! Is that what you came to tell 
me?"
	"Sort of," he said in a hushed voice. I was standing behind Joey as I was 
dressed no more decently. I hadn't even met his father, so this was going to be 
an interesting first impression.
	"Who's that boy behind you?" his dad asked.
	"My friend Randy," he said. At least he still addressed me as his friend.
	"Don't be shy, Randy! Come on over here, boys!"
	We both approached the burley man. He was a giant! His arms alone were 
bigger around than my thighs.
	"What's your name?" he asked me, staring at my padded briefs.
	"Uh, Randy," I answered as my voice cracked.
	"I'm Don! Pleased to meet you! Now explain to me what you're doing in 
those heavy skivvies!"
	"Heavy skivvies?" I questioned his choice of words.
	"I'm talking about those underpants! What are you wearing them for? Why 
are *you* wearing them, Joey?"
	"That's what I came to tell you, dad. Mom wanted me to tell you."
	"Well, I'd sure like to know!" his dad said.
	"Randy wears diapers...," he started, "and then I...I wanted to try them 
on and..."
	"So now you're wearing them?"
	"Uh, huh."
	"Is there more to this story?"
	"Yeah, dad, there is," Joey continued, his head hanging low again.
	"We went to the store and bought some...some Goodnites, which is what 
these are."
	His dad then got up and bent down to sniff the seat of the chair at the 
computer. The odor of urine only provided evidence that Joey had already worn 
one and used it while sitting at the computer.
	"Aw, damn! I thought you spilled water on here! No I know why the seat was 
damp! You must have used one, or was it you, Randy?"
	"It was me, dad," Joey told him.
	"You'd better get some bigger diapers if you're gonna wear them!" his dad 
suggested. "I want to talk to your mother about this!"
	His dad then left the room just as he closed the work he was doing on the 
computer. Randy sat back in the chair and started up the solitaire game, having 
me coach him.
	"Shit!" I said under my breath. "What a way to meet your dad!"
	"I'm scared, Randy!" he said, trying to concentrate on the game at the 
same time, too.
	"If my dad were that big I'd be scared, too!" I remarked. "He must spank 
really hard!"
	"No, no, he doesn't spank me anymore," Joey said. "Unless I screw up 
really bad."
	"Boy, aren't you lucky!" I commented, thinking of how his dad's hulky arms 
must deliver an incredibly hard whap to the butt.
	"So why are you scared?" I asked Joey.
	"I just am! I'm afraid this will lead to other things!" he whimpered. He 
stopped playing for a moment.
	"Like what?"
	"I dunno, I just have a feeling there's going to be more to this."
	"It's hard to say, Joey. So far I'm just expected to wear diapers all the 
time. What more could there be?"
	We went back to the solitaire game. After two losing rounds, Joey finally 
won, and without much of my help. It was one of those small victories in life. 
Joey's mom then came into the room.
	"Come and eat dinner, boys!" she said.
	We both walked down the hallway and went into the kitchen, where his mom 
had prepared a beef stew with French bread. It smelled delicious and looked 
delicious, too. There wasn't anything said about the two of us wearing diapers 
during the dinner, though the fact that towels had placed on our chairs was an 
unsubtle hint.
	After dinner we were given ice cream. It was at this point that the topic 
of Joey wearing diapers came up.
	"Joey," his dad started. "Your mom told me why you bought those diapers. 
I'm sure she also told you that you have to use them all up now that you have 
them. I also told her how you got the chair wet in the computer room, which 
means those diapers don't really hold a lot. I'm sure they're not meant for real 
heavy wetting. For now, we want you to sit on a towel while you're wearing 
them."
	"For now?" I was thinking. Joey must have thought the same thing as he 
vocalized my very thoughts.
	"What happens after I use them up?" he asked his dad. His mom took the 
liberty of answering that question.
	"Well, Joey, we're glad you asked. Think of your Goodnites as *un*-
training pants!"
	"What do you mean, 'untraining', mom?"
	He was a bit dense on this one as I had pretty much figured out what his 
mom meant here. She replied as she clarified what she meant.
	"I mean un-training as in the *opposite*-of-training pants!"
	"I still don't get it," Joey said with a blank look on his face.
	"Just think of them as training pants-- only that you're being trained the 
other way!"
	"Oh," he said. "I think I get it now," he said as he sunk down into his 
chair some more. "I don't believe this," he mumbled.
	"Randy," his dad said to me, "I don't really know why it is that you like 
to wear diapers, and I'm not sure I want to really know why, though I'm sure 
there's a reason you find them desirable to wear, and as you get a little older 
you'll probably understand that reason.
	"Most kids your age that wear diapers have a legitimate reason--," his dad 
continued, "perhaps you think your reason is legitimate, whatever it is. But for 
them it's not something they share with their friends. It's a very embarrassing 
situation for kids that have no choice but to wear them."
	He was still going.
	"I'm not going to say that you're at fault for all of this, Randy. I'm 
sure Joey would have found another way to discover his fondness for diapers if 
you didn't help him to discover it. I think I know why some boys like you like 
to do such things, and I can't condemn you for those reasons. We're just all 
different and we should be allowed to explore these, these unusual activities 
that some of us enjoy. We feel that Joey should explore this a little more to 
see if this is what he really wants or not. Maybe that's what your parents are 
making you do. Well, I don't have anything else to say about it. Nice to meet 
you, Randy."
	His dad then got up from his chair, its wood now cracking and popping from 
the release of the large man's weight. He shook my hand before he walked back 
towards the computer room.
	I had finished up my ice cream and handed Joey's mom the bowl.
	"Thank you, Diane," I said politely. "The dinner was good, and so was the 
ice cream."
	"Oh, you're welcome, Randy. It's getting late and you both have school 
tomorrow, so I'd better run you home."
	His mom went down the hall into the large bedroom at the end of the hall, 
presumably his parents' room. She came back out with my pants and handed them to 
me. I slipped them on in the living room as Joey's mom grabbed her keys and her 
purse. I went into Joey's room to get my bag containing my extra changes of 
absorbent underpants, both of them wet.
	"Can I come along?" Joey asked his mom.
	"Yes, but you'd better grab your towel to sit on first. There are more old 
towels in the end closet whenever you need them," Joey's mom told him.
	"Can't I have my pants?" he asked.
	"Where do you think we're going? It's no place anyone will see you!"
	"What about my pants?" I asked.
	"I've got them," she said. "You'll get them back when I drop you off," she 
said.
	"Oh," I replied.
	Joey fetched his towel from the kitchen chair he was sitting in and 
carried it out to the car. I was told to do the same, so I grabbed my designated 
towel along with my bag. I took my seat in the back of the car while Joey rode 
up front.
	Just as we were out of the driveway Joey said, "I need to go to the 
bathroom".
	"I need to go, too, Joey," his mom said sarcastically, "but lucky for you, 
you don't have to wait until you find a toilet! Those Goodnites sure are 
convenient!"
	"No, mom. I need to poop," he specified.
	"Don't do it here in the car, at least not at this time," his mom told 
him, again hinting at what lay ahead.
	I wished that I could stick around to find out how Joey would handle 
having to poop into his Goodnites. They didn't even have the ability to contain 
his wetting adequately, so I could imagine that if he pooped in them they'd leak 
on him.
	I told Joey goodbye and thanked his mom as I got out of their car and 
headed into the house. At literally the last second, Joey's mom handed me my 
pants, neatly folded.
	It surprised everyone that I wasn't wearing my pants as I walked in, but 
they didn't say anything. Dad just stared at me and shook his head before 
burying himself back into his magazine. Mom acted like she was perhaps expecting 
it and was satisfied to know that she was right. Tina just looked up and said, 
"Hi, Randy! I suppose you need a change about now!"
	Tina immediately stopped her homework and asked me to hand my pants over. 
She quickly tossed them into the laundry room and took me into my room to be 
changed. As always, she pulled them up, pinned them up and wrapped them up in my 
plastic pants. I told her about Joey's experience with buying Goodnites and how 
he got caught with them, what he was expected to do with them, and what would 
happen after he used them all up. I told her that Joey was being "un- trained."
	"You don't have too much farther to go, either, Randy," Tina said as she 
left my room and went back downstairs.

THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 18
-------------------------

	It was Tuesday, which started off much like any other day, except that 
this time I was ready to carry out my offensive against Darrell. After my 
diapers were taken off Tina let me into the bathroom so that I could load up my 
squirt gun with my own urine. I placed it in the resealable bag that I had 
acquired earlier and stuffed it into my bag so that I could sneak it out of the 
house. Mom was watching me more closely to make sure that I was going to school 
with the special padded underpants on, so I had to be careful, especially since 
she checked my bag to ensure that I brought along extra changes. Luckily she 
didn't see the squirt gun that I had stashed underneath my books.
	I got on the bus and transferred the gun from my book bag into my coat 
pocket. I was glad that the bus was fairly empty when I boarded as it would have 
been more difficult to have pulled the squirt gun out of my book bag without 
anyone seeing it.
	All day I sat in class in anticipation of getting Darrell. It was for real 
now, I had my gun and it was loaded. I was so nervous about getting caught since 
carrying anything that represented a gun-- even an innocent water pistol such as 
mine-- meant serious trouble.
	I met Joey on recess and asked him if anything else happened after his mom 
dropped me off.
	"No, all they told me to do is use up what I had first."
	"Then...?" I asked, knowing what would happen when he used up the 
Goodnites.
	"I think they're going to make me wear diapers just like yours."
	"All the time, or just at home, or what?" I was dying to know!
	"I don't know yet. They didn't make me wear my Goodnites to school today."
	We got to a secluded corner of the playground, where I pulled out the 
squirt gun and showed it to Joey.
	"You brought it!" he exclaimed. "Is it loaded?"
	"Shh!" I cautioned him. "You know how they are about guns at school, even 
squirt guns! Yeah, it's loaded."
	There were a few droplets of urine on the inside of the bag, so it was a 
good idea that I didn't try carrying it around without anything to cover it. 
There was no time to follow Darrell around, so I put the gun back in my pocket 
and headed back to class when the bell rang.
	Lunch hour seemed to arrive fairly quickly. Even though the weather was 
warm enough that I didn't need to wear a coat, but I did need to wear it as it 
contained my squirt gun in the pocket and was the only place that I could 
possibly hide it. I met Joey at lunch and sat down with him. Unfortunately, 
Darrell also decided to join us, now that he didn't have Scott to hang around 
with this week.
	"Howzitgoin', diaper-pants?" he asked me.
	"Hey, shut up, Darrell. It's not like *you* haven't worn them!"
	He paused for a moment, feeling embarrassed.
	"Listen, man, you tell *anybody* what I did and I'll get you!"
	"Why did you try wearing them?" I asked him. "I just want to know why you 
wore them, and then freaked out over it, and now you're not my friend because of 
it?"
	"Look, I just couldn't handle letting your sister see me like that and 
felt it was a good excuse to get rid of you!"
	"Get rid of me? What for, Darrell? You and I used to be good friends!"
	"What'cha complaining about? You got *this* kid now for your friend!" he 
said, pointing to Joey.
	"I just needed to find some better friends," he continued. "I never told 
you this, but I think some of the things you liked to do were pretty lame, but I 
was nice enough not to tell you. Why don't you two go off in the corner and pee 
in each other's diapers!"
	Darrell then turned his rear end to my face and let out a long, loud, and 
smelly fart before he walked off. It really made me mad that he was using me to 
conceal his own interests in wearing diapers! Why was he doing this? If he had 
stayed friends with me he and I would have had a lot of fun wearing diapers at 
each other's house. It looked like Joey was now going to share in the fun 
instead. At least now I understood how he really felt about our friendship 
before, which I had sensed wasn't the greatest even when we did do things 
together.
	The one thing I knew was that he was very sensitive to the issue of 
wearing diapers and didn't want anyone else to know that he liked to wear them, 
so he was putting on an act and using me to cover it up. As I was known for 
wearing diapers, it would have been ineffectual for me to go around and tell 
everybody about Darrell. To the other kids, all it would look like was an 
amateurish retaliation, which was why I needed to get him another way, and 
hopefully, today would be the day I did it.
	Darrell then went into the bathroom while we were still eating.
	"There he goes!" I said to Joey.
	"We're not done eating!" Joey said with his mouth stuffed.
	"I know!" I said. "We can't just leave our stuff here!"
	"Damn!" I thought. I couldn't decide whether to leave our unfinished 
lunches on the table and go after him or wait until later in the week. It was 
too late and Darrell would probably be coming back out of the bathroom, so we 
decided to make it another time. Had I gotten up at that time I would have 
probably met him head on at the bathroom door.
	After Joey and I finished our lunches we went outside and went back to the 
same corner we were in this morning. I remembered as I was dropped off the night 
before that Joey mentioned having to poop and that he was wearing one of his 
Goodnites. He was told not to do it in the car, but that was the last I heard 
before I was dropped off. I wanted to know the rest of the story.
	"What happened after you dropped me off last night?" I asked.
	"After we got home my mom made me poop into my Goodnites," he said. "It 
was really messy and I had to clean it up. Then my mom told me that I should get 
used to it. She also said I won't have to worry about it being so messy later 
on."
	"Why doesn't she just come out and say that she's going to make you wear 
real diapers? Why doesn't she just do it now?"
	"She wants me to use up my Goodnites first."
	"So how many do you have left?"
	"I think I still have six of them." I peed in the first one, then my mom 
made me poop in the second one, and then the third one I wore to bed and peed in 
it that night."
	"At that rate you'll be wearing real diapers by this weekend," I told him. 
"Maybe I can stay over this Friday!"
	"I'll have to see what my mom says," Joey told me.
	Just before lunch ended I had to go to the bathroom. I only had to pee, 
but the onset of it was quick. I couldn't decide whether to try using them and 
sit through class wearing wet underpants or "cheat" and go into the bathroom. 
Under the circumstances I chose the latter and headed for the bathroom. When I 
got in there some other boys started pushing me back out.
	"Hey! This place isn't for diaper wearers!" one of them taunted. I knew 
that this meant trouble. The bell started ringing. There was no time to run to 
the restroom on the other side of the building, so I had to sit through class 
and hope that I could hold it, or go into the underpants if I had to.
	As the pressure built inside of me during the afternoon, it reduced my 
concentration. It got to where I couldn't stand it any longer, so I peed into my 
underpants right in the middle of class! I knew that I had enough that it would 
soak all of the padding and may spread out to my jeans! As I sat there I could 
feel the wetness, first warmed from my body heat and then cooling. It was 
getting to be uncomfortable, so I got up and asked Mr. Hines if I could be 
excused. Before I did, I looked down and saw that some of the wetness had gotten 
out and was spread throughout my inner crotch. If I kept my legs close together 
then nobody would notice, I hoped.
	After Mr. Hines gave me the okay I walked over to grab my bag. Everyone 
was staring at me, as if they knew what I had just done and what I needed to do 
to take care of it.
	I went down to the bathroom, which was now quiet and empty so nobody could 
come in and bother me or keep me out. I went into one of the stalls and removed 
the underpants. The wet, inner layers clung to my skin a little as I felt them 
"peel" off of me when I pulled them down. I wrung out the wet underpants the 
best I could before folding them and stuffing them into a plastic sack inside of 
my bag. I pulled out a dry pair and put it on.
	All along I was thinking how the rest of the class must have known what I 
was doing. I slipped my pants back on, washed my hands, and then returned to 
class. I felt all twenty-plus sets of eyes on me as I set my bag down and 
returned to my seat.
	Later, during class, I heard a voice whispering from one of the girls.
	"I think Randy wet his pants!"
	There was some localized laughter in that part of the room.
	"Ahem!" Mr. Hines said. "Is there something funny that you girls with to 
share with the class?"
	The girls then stopped laughing and returned to writing, only that the 
writing wasn't anything Mr. Hines assigned. They were now passing notes, and I 
knew just what was being written. All I could think about was that after we 
moved and I would be attending a different school, I would have a fresh start 
and nobody would know that I wore diapers. It was too difficult to wear them to 
school without being made fun of.
	As Joey and I were back out on recess that afternoon we followed Darrell 
around. Apparently he had to use the bathroom a lot, which was to my advantage. 
I never paid much attention before, but it did seem like he had to use the 
bathroom a lot, and he did pee his shorts just last summer, so he definitely had 
a problem with holding in his urine. This made him even more vulnerable to my 
plan.
	We walked in right behind him, hoping that he would go into one of the 
stalls, but all he did was step up to one of the urinals. We immediately turned 
around and left the bathroom, running back outside so he would never know that 
we were near him. Of course I was approached by some of the kids who had been 
told that I had a wet spot on my pants, which only further propagated my 
reputation for wearing diapers.
	I had to go straight home that afternoon as I had a great deal of 
homework. As I got home my mom told me that we were more likely to move into a 
house in the middle of town instead of over in Stafford Lake. If anything, I 
would be going to a separate school than Joey, but I'd still get to see him. 
Perhaps I'd make some new friends at the other school, so long as they didn't 
find out anything about me wearing diapers. It was still a long time before our 
house would actually be up for sale.
	Tina took me upstairs and changed me out of my absorbent underwear and put 
me into my regular diapers. As mom had removed the sheets from my bed to be 
washed, I had to lay on a bare mattress. Apparently my diapers were doing their 
job as there were no signs of wetting on the mattress.
	"How did it go today?" she asked. "Did you get him?"
	"You mean Darrell?" I answered. "No, we couldn't catch him at the right 
time."
	"Where's your squirt gun?"
	"It's downstairs in my coat pocket. Damn, I need to go get it so mom 
doesn't see it!"
	"I'll get it. I can hide it under my shirt."
	"Just don't let mom see it!" I cautioned her.
	"I won't! Trust me, Randy."
	Minutes later after Tina finished diapering me she went downstairs to get 
my squirt gun. She managed to get it back to me successfully. I heard her go 
into the bathroom to dump it out and wash it. She then handed it to me and told 
me she'd let me into the bathroom to wash it.
	"Mom must be outside, I didn't see her," Tina said. "You could have even 
done it."
	In spite of the fact that Tina and I both had homework we went downstairs 
and watched afternoon cartoons on TV. Each of us was sitting there, me with my 
legs spread out and my diapers bulging out from my bum and my crotch and all 
around me. There was nothing subtle about my diapers.
	I heard mom come in through the front door, and I didn't think anything of 
it until I heard an unfamiliar voice. It was a lady from the realty office! Even 
though I was sitting on the couch facing the opposite way, there was little I 
could do but to sit there with my diapers fully exposed! I couldn't get up for 
fear that she would see me, and I had no blankets or anything to cover myself up 
with. Tina had gotten up to answer a phone call from her friend Debra, so I 
couldn't ask her to retrieve a blanket for me.
	I waited until mom and the lady had gone into the kitchen to go over some 
papers regarding the sale of the house. I split for the upstairs. I went into my 
room to hide. I figured that as long as I was in my room and not watching 
cartoons I might as well start doing my homework. I started with what I thought 
was a difficult reading assignment, which was also a drag as the story was 
difficult to follow. Next I moved onto spelling and math, which were easier 
subjects for me.
	As I was sitting there at my desk in just my diapers and working 
diligently, I heard my mom and the realty lady outside my bedroom door. I wasn't 
sure if they'd come in to look at my bedroom or what was going to happen.
	Sure enough the inevitable occurred. Mom knocked on my door and told me 
she was coming in to show my room to the realty lady. I wanted to hide under the 
covers on my bed, but the problem with that was I had none on my bed since they 
were all being washed! What timing!
	I couldn't keep them standing outside, but I didn't want to walk over to 
the door and open it, only to present myself in diapers to the realty lady! All 
I could do was sit at my desk and just hope nothing was said. I had to tell them 
to come in.
	I continued to sit at my desk, knowing that my bare leg and the side of my 
diaper was in view. It was too late when I thought about it, but I could have 
draped a shirt over my lap while I was sitting there. I pretended to be hard at 
work on my studies, but all I could do was to watch my mom and the realty lady 
out of the corner of my eye. I know she had to have seen that I was wearing only 
diapers and a shirt. They probably didn't spend more than a minute or two in my 
room as they walked though it, but it seemed like forever. The back of my chair 
did not go all the way down to the seat, so of course my rear end stood out very 
plainly in its diapered state. Finally, I heard the door close, but it was too 
late to do anything now. The realty lady already saw me. I could just hear her 
talking to her associates at the office:
	"I went to this one house today and there was this boy, about ten, maybe 
eleven, and he had diapers on! That's all he was wearing!"
	Maybe such a sight was more common than I thought. If she had gone to 
Joey's house she would have probably seen the same thing.
	I waited until I felt pretty sure the realty lady was gone before I left 
my room and went back downstairs.
	Mom also went around the house and took several pictures. Apparently she 
wanted more pictures as she ran out of film and asked Tina to run down to the 
corner store to buy more film and to drop off the old roll. I recalled that Joey 
and I took about half a dozen pictures of ourselves in our diapers a little 
while back and I felt that I might get in trouble for using mom's camera without 
asking. Maybe I wouldn't get in trouble, per se, but I knew my mom would not be 
expecting such pictures to turn up.
	The rest of the evening passed by like most others. Tina changed my out a 
very messy diaper before we went to bed, which she was used to doing by now. 
Each time she changed me I paid attention the way it felt to get a clean, dry 
set of diapers wrapped around and hugging me so tightly. It seemed like it got 
better each time she did it.

THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 19
-------------------------

	Wednesday morning. Tina and I were off to a late start. She had to quickly 
change me out of those diapers that went on so comfortably the night before, and 
there was no time to savor the feeling of her hands running across my stomach or 
the way the absorbent underpants felt as I slipped them on. I just yanked them 
up into place and slipped my pants on just minutes before we headed out the door 
and caught the bus. I didn't even have time to fill the squirt gun and pack it 
with me before leaving.
	I met with Joey that morning on the first recess.
	"How many Goodnites do you have left?"
	"I still have four," he said. "I'll be out of them by Friday."
	"Then what?"
	"My mom's going to start making me wear diapers full time." She finally 
said it to me in those exact words."
	"And she said, 'full-time?'"
	"Yep, no toilet at all, just like you, especially since your bathrooms are 
always locked unless you have a key, and you don't!"
	We did see Darrell and Scott on the morning recess since Scott was only 
kept in class during the lunch hour. They never seemed to see us or care if we 
were around, at least today. They stared at us and they each gave us a rude 
sneer, but that was about all we got from them.
	Later that day during lunch we saw Darrell, and he was still sitting by 
himself as Scott was still being detained in class during lunch hour. Apparently 
Scott was the only kid he cared to be friends with. We sat in our usual spot and 
watched him from a distance, but it would have done me no good today to follow 
him into the bathroom since I didn't have my squirt gun with me. We decided to 
just let Darrell go about his business and skip it for today. We had to do 
something soon since the week was coming to an end soon and Scott would be 
hanging around him at lunch again next week.
	The rest of the day dragged by. Mr. Hines gave us more homework to do, and 
right at the end of the day. The entire class let out a round of "awww"'s. I was 
looking forward to a free afternoon, too.
	As I sat there that evening poring over my homework I wet and pooped in my 
diapers, leaving my studies uninterrupted but also leaving a big, gooey mess 
underneath, all of it contained inside of my enormous diapers. After sitting in 
my wet and messy diapers for another half hour I decided to have Tina change me 
again. The mess was getting spread around my rear end and had turned stickier 
and slimier until it became quite uncomfortable.
	Tina didn't mind when I had to ask her to do an extra change, and I didn't 
mind getting the extra attention and getting another chance to see, feel, and 
hear all of the things that made getting a diaper change so fun to have.
	The only thing that made this harder to do was that Debra was there. I 
always got excited to have Debra also be present when I got a diaper change, but 
it was so embarrassing to ask for a diaper change, knowing Debra would hear it. 
I knew that once I asked and got to being changed it would be too late and if 
Debra wanted to watch, I would have to let her. It was akin to burning one's 
bridge, sort of.
	I got up and walked over to Tina's bedroom door and knocked on it. I felt 
my buttocks sliding together with the large load in between them as I walked. In 
the front, the wetness had spread all over my front and had run down to my 
crotch. I knew Tina would really get her money's worth for this diaper change!
	Tina came to the door.
	"Come on in!" she said. "Have a seat with us!"
	"Tina, I...," I started.
	"Sit down! I have something to tell you!" Tina said.
	As I walked in, Debra greeted me, pretending to act like my wearing 
diapers was no big deal, but she kept staring at me and the way the layers of 
cotton padding me up all over bulged out so much. She hadn't been over that 
often, so it must have always been a novelty to her to see me wearing diapers.
	I sat down on the floor across from the two girls, listening to my plastic 
pants rustle as I rested my rear on the hard floor. I felt the messy mass in my 
diapers spread more with the weight of my body pressing down on it.
	Tina offered me a pillow to sit on as she and Debra were doing. The wooden 
floor didn't make for much of a surface to sit on, that is, without wearing 
diapers. I told Tina that I was fine and had enough cushioning beneath me as it 
was. I knew that I had been messy for a long time, and they must have smelled it 
because I knew it was a nice-sized load in there combined with a good wetting.
	"Good news, Randy!" Tina said exuberantly.
	"What? We're not moving?" I asked, hoping we would stay right here where 
we were living.
	"Well, we are still moving," Tina started, "but we'll stay here in 
Caulfield! Isn't that great?!"
	"Oh, good!" I said. "That means I won't have to say goodbye to Joey! I 
would like to get away from Darrell, though."
	"Are you still going to get him with your plan?" Tina asked.
	"Of course. I have today and tomorrow, and I hope to get him tomorrow."
	I sat there with Tina and Debra for another few minutes as Tina told me 
about the house mom and dad were considering. I still had to have Tina take care 
of changing me, which was what I came into her room to ask her in the first 
place.
	I was excited at the thought that Debra was also there, but at the same 
time, I was very shy to bring it up. It was the strangest feeling, wanting 
something but being afraid to initiate it. I hoped that the smell would be some 
kind of indication that I needed changing. There were signs of wetness 
underneath the plastic pants, in the front, but since my rear was so heavily 
padded there was no visual indication of what I had done back there.
	I finally stood up and walked over to Tina. Because of the same strangely 
pleasant excitement it gave me to let Debra see me in my diapers, I deliberately 
positioned myself next to Tina so that Debra could get a good glimpse of my rear 
end all padded up as I bent over to whisper into Tina's ear:
	"I need to be changed," I asked quietly.
	Tina then took a hearty whiff of the air and confirmed this.
	"Boy, Randy, you sure do need a change!" Tina exclaimed loudly.
	It excited, yet embarrassed me to hear Tina say that so loud in front of 
Debra, especially since I could see that Debra was giggling.
	"I'm going to change Randy, be right back," Tina said. She followed me to 
my room, but I wasn't sure if Debra intended to join her.
	I lay down on the bed and felt Tina go through her motions. First came her 
hands as they slid over my stomach and around towards my rear as she grabbed the 
plastic pants and pulled them off. The diapers then came loose from the 
unpinning. Now was the big part. I felt the sticky diapers being pulled off of 
my messy butt as Tina winced at the strong odor. She had been changing my 
diapers for a long time and was mostly accustomed to my odors, but sometimes 
they still overwhelmed her. She did have a weak stomach at times, and she would 
have definitely puked if she had been feeling the least bit queasy.
	It took he awhile to get me all wiped up and powdered for the next 
diapering. She had me turn over so that she could get the excess mess off of my 
buttocks. The towel that I was lying on was quite a mess and was in as much of a 
need of washing as my diapers!
	With all the cleanup finally taken care of, she grabbed several diapers 
and folded them all together before putting them on. I watched with anticipation 
as I saw how thickly she had stacked them this time. I had a feeling she was 
showing off for Debra by having me wear them even thicker than I usually did.
	Before too long, she had those diapers tightly pulled up into my crotch 
and pinned ever so securely. She used three pins on each side this time. Lastly, 
she unfolded the plastic pants and let the crotch of them drop down, holding 
them in front of her. I still couldn't get over how big they were, but with the 
diapers I had on, they were sure to fill every possible space in those plastic 
pants.
	Just as Tina was getting the plastic pants ready Debra walked in. She 
looked down at the pail on the floor and saw the messy diapers that were thrown 
into them.
	"How can you do this, Tina? Sick! I'm never having babies!" Debra 
exclaimed.
	"It's a lot more fun when it's your brother!" Tina said. I wanted to smile 
as I liked to hear Tina say this, but I didn't want to appear to be too excited 
by this treatment.
	"Yeah, but, eww...I suppose you get used to it."
	"Yeah, you do," Tina said as she pulled the plastic pants back up on me. I 
just enjoyed feeling them go all the way up my legs and then coming to a stop so 
snugly against my diapers. I also felt a repeat of her hands going around my 
waist, this time, putting the plastic pants on, and knowing they would stay 
there a long time before the next change.
	Because I had gotten the towel so messy, some of its contents got on the 
outside of my plastic pants and Tina had to wipe it off. I felt her fingers rub 
against my rear end through all those layers over it.
	"You're done!" Tina said. "Let's see if dinner's ready!"
	Tina carried the pail downstairs and out to the laundry room. She then had 
to wash her hands and had to pull her key out of her pocket to access the 
bathroom. She was also letting me in there to do the same, along with Debra.
	I stood there behind Tina and watched as she inserted the key, a visual 
reminder of how my diaper wearing was enforced around here. Also seeing that the 
seat of her pants did not bulge reminded me that she didn't have the "privilege" 
to wear diapers, either.
	By the time we got out of the bathroom mom was distributing the place 
settings. There had been five settings placed, so I figured Debra was staying 
with us for dinner. Minutes later dad came in and washed up and joined the rest 
of us as we sat down to another one of mom's fabulous meals. Next came dessert, 
chocolate cream pie this time.
	Debra's mom picked her up shortly afterwards. She had seen me in diapers 
before, but she didn't seem to think much of it. Still, I wasn't too keen on the 
idea of other adults other than my parents seeing me in diapers, especially my 
Uncle Jack, who we were likely going to see again this Sunday. She just came in 
long enough to say hello to everybody and to tell Debra to get her stuff ready. 
I just sat on the couch and tried to keep my legs as close together as I could, 
but my diapers were put on me so thick that there was no possible way to hide 
them this way, and since they came up so high on my stomach, there was just no 
way at all to conceal them.. I figured that efforts to conceal them would have 
made it more obvious that I was wearing them, so I just sat there and tried to 
look natural as nervous and as embarrassed as I was. I felt my entire face 
radiating with heat. She didn't say anything and I tried not to acknowledge her 
being there. She just stood and waited for Debra to come back down the stairs.
	"Bye, Randy!" she said as she walked by me. "Bye, Tina!"
	Since Tina had only changed me and put me into the thickest set of diapers 
ever, she didn't change me again before bedtime, and I was still dry anyway, so 
I just went to bed wearing such wonderfully thick diapers.
	To make sure I would need to pee tomorrow morning in order to fill my 
squirt gun for attacking Randy with it, I made sure to drink a couple glasses of 
ice water before bedtime. If I were to wet the bed that night, at least I knew 
my diapers would hold it all in.
	Thursday morning, just as I expected I woke up with wet diapers, having 
drank as much ice water as I did. I enjoyed the feeling, of this, especially 
knowing that it was a true incident of bedwetting, which was something I didn't 
so unless I drank a lot of liquids. I sat there in the sodden diapers and 
thought back to my earlier childhood, wishing that I had been a chronic 
bedwetter all along, which may have meant wearing diapers and having a valid 
need for them. Maybe if I drank extra water every night I could somehow train 
myself to wet the bed more. I wasn't sure if it would work, but at least it 
would be fun trying.
	My main concern was whether I had any urine left in me for filling my 
squirt gun. I felt that I still had to go a little, and I wanted to release it 
into the diaper with the rest of the pee I put into it the night before, but I 
had to put it to good use today.
	As soon as I got up Tina came into my room and took off all of the wet 
diapers. She saw how much I had soaked them, and she knew that I purposely drank 
a lot of water the night before.
	"I guess I'll just keep diapering you like this if you keep wetting like 
this," she said.
	Was that a promise? If it was, I was now going to start drinking extra 
glasses of water at bedtime every night.
	As Tina handed me my underpants, I told her I needed to go into the 
bathroom to fill my squirt gun. I then pulled the underpants up, which produced 
a similar sensation to getting diapers put on me, except that I had to put them 
on myself. They felt and fit much like the diapers, coming up high on the waist, 
hugging my body tightly and padding me all around, though not quite so thickly. 
Even though I was going to be pulling my underpants back down again in the 
bathroom, I would have felt funny if I walked out of my bedroom and into the 
bathroom naked, especially since I had to stand there and wait for Tina to get 
her key to the upstairs bathroom.
	I went into the bathroom with the squirt gun and the bottle I had 
retrieved for this very purpose. As I stood before the toilet (which was 
something I seldom did now), I held the bottle in front of my urine stream and 
collected the contents, some of it getting onto my hands and spraying on the 
toilet seat. I then poured the contents from the bottle into the squirt gun, 
getting even more piss on my hands. I closed the up squirt gun, then wiped off 
the toilet seat and put it in its down position for Tina. Lastly I washed my 
hands. Just as I left the bathroom mom was coming up the stairs behind me.
	"Are you kids coming down soon?" mom asked us. "And what are coming out of 
the bathroom for, Randy?"
	Oh, boy, I was caught. I was just far enough into my room to toss the 
squirt gun onto my desk inside the door to get it out of mom's sight.
	"Uh, Tina let me in there," I said.
	"And what for?"
	Tina had heard what was going on through her bedroom door. She then opened 
it and came out to the hallway.
	"Why did you let him in the bathroom, Tina?" mom asked.
	"He needed to wash his hands, mom!" she said to defend me.
	Mom then asked Tina to open it up for her. I was nervous as I stood there, 
afraid that I would be caught. Tina opened the door and mom turned the light on.
	"Hmm," mom said, "the seat's down, and I know that boys-- and men-- 
*never* put the seat back down after using it! Okay, Randy, I just thought I had 
better check. At least you're wearing the right underpants. Get dressed and come 
on before you run late again!"
	After I got dressed and got my pack loaded, complete with extra changes of 
underpants, I dropped the squirt gun in there so that I could sneak it 
downstairs. I met Tina at the table for breakfast and ate hurriedly again since 
the bus was due to arrive.
	Before leaving for school I grabbed my coat, which I didn't need because 
of weather since it had warmed up again over the last couple mornings. I still 
needed it, however, to conceal the squirt gun at school. I had come this far in 
preparing for my stunt and I wasn't about to back out on it this late in the 
game.
	As I got on the bus, I reached into my pack and grabbed the squirt gun and 
transferred it to my pack, hoping nobody saw that I had it. I didn't have a 
resealable bag to put it in, so I just had to hope it wouldn't leak on me. With 
the squirt gun in my pocket I was now ready to give Randy what he's had coming 
to him since the time he broke off our friendship, made friends with a kid I 
really disliked, and spread the word around the school that I was a diaper 
wearer, plus the fact that he was being so hypocritical since he had worn my 
diapers himself. Today was the day to settle the score.

THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 20
-------------------------

	I was really nervous to be carrying a piss-filled squirt gun around the 
school. I was afraid of being caught with it in the first place, and had I been 
caught it would have been even more embarrassing to explain why it was filled 
with urine. Since I had gotten this far with it, however, I wasn't about to 
retreat.
	The first recess didn't offer me much time nor any opportunities to get 
him. As Scott was only restricted to his classroom during lunch, he was free to 
walk around with Darrell at all other times. Joey and I still kept a close watch 
on the two like a couple of spies infiltrating an enemy nation. Since we had 
already gathered most of the intelligence we needed, all we had to do was wait 
until lunch hour and make our move.
	I sat through the mid-morning lessons feeling nervous, both with the 
excitement of pulling off this long-awaited and much-planned stunt, and with the 
fear of getting caught- either by a teacher or by Darrell himself. I knew it was 
packed away and hidden in my coat pocket, hoping that it didn't develop any 
sudden leaks.
	Speaking of leaks, my own diaper was leaking as I became so excited over 
getting revenge on Darrell that I wet my own pants unintentionally, but quite 
profusely. I was so drawn into this that I had forgotten that I was sitting in 
class, which was not an environment conducive to wetting one's pants. It wasn't 
until I felt the warmth spreading throughout the padded layers of the under- 
wear that I snapped back to reality and found myself sitting in my own piss 
puddle.
	I couldn't sit through the remainder of the class period before lunch 
without changing. I knew that the underpants were not going to handle any more 
peeing. I knew that my jeans were already damp from the diaper and if I waited 
any longer, my pants would only become more soaked.
	I waited until Mr. Hines finished his discussion and gave us a short in-
class assignment. It wasn't an appropriate time to get up to ask him if I could 
use the restroom. I decided to finish the assignment first and then get up and 
go to the restroom, but before I could do that we had to exchange papers with 
the person sitting in the seat in front of us. As the kid who was immediately in 
front of me was absent I had to get up and walk up the row two desks to hand my 
paper to the girl sitting there.
	Meanwhile, I had been handed the paper from the kid behind me, but not 
before he asked me out loud if I had wet my pants. Of course the entire class 
was now looking at me. I didn't want to look down, but I knew that there was 
evidence of wetness in my fly area and my crotch.
	Within seconds the entire class was laughing at me! There I was with wet 
pants! The absorbent underpants were not enough to contain it! As everyone 
looked at me in that area, they could see the bulge underneath, indicating that 
I had some kind of diaper on under there! On top of that was a dark wet spot 
that ran from my fly and along my crotch to the seam on the seat of my pants!
	I was too embarrassed about this! Mr. Hines excused me from the room and 
told me to take care of the problem while he tried to get the class settled 
down. I was crying as I grabbed my bag and went down the hall with it to the 
bathroom. I went into a stall and sat there in the wet underpants for about five 
minutes or so before I got all the sobs out of my system and changed into the 
clean, dry pair.
	For a moment I regretted ever getting myself into diapers to the point 
that I was expected to wear them to school, too. I wanted to re-negotiate things 
with my mom and tell her that I just could not wear diapers or absorbent 
underpants or anything of the sort to school. I hoped that she would reconsider 
and only have me wear diapers at home since I was perfectly capable of getting 
to a toilet, that is, until today.
	I pulled off the wet underwear, feeling the damp inner layers peeling away 
from my skin and smelling the odor as it wafted upwards to my nose. I held them 
over the toilet and wrung them out the best I could and then stuffed them into 
the plastic bag inside of my school bag. I then pulled the clean pair into place 
and put my pants back on. They still had an obvious wet spot on them that would 
only disappear as it dried. If the bathroom had a hand dryer I would have held 
my pants up to it to hasten the drying process, but that option was not 
available. I made a futile effort to wipe up the wetness with toilet paper. I 
thought about sitting in the bathroom and waiting for the spot to dry, but I 
wasn't sure how long Mr. Hines expected me to be gone. I wasn't so sure I wanted 
to even return to class.
	I estimated that I was in the bathroom for about fifteen to twenty minutes 
before I decided to return to class. I gave my hands a good washing and then 
slowly walked back to my classroom. As I walked in I didn't look at anyone and I 
tried not to listen to what anyone had to say. It was hard to ignore epithets 
such as "pants wetter" and "pee pants," to name a few examples of what I was 
called. It did confirm previous "rumors" that I wore diapers. All it would take 
is the first five minutes of the upcoming lunch hour before the story would be 
spread all over the school.
	I was unable to concentrate on the lesson. All I could think about was 
hoping that we were moving, at least far enough for me to attend a different 
school. I hated to leave Joey behind, but I also had to consider that I would 
also get a fresh new start at another school, whether it be here in Caulfield, 
over in Stafford Lake, or anywhere. I just wanted to get out of East Hills 
Elementary, now!
	Mr. Hines had a difficult time maintaining order during the remainder of 
the class. The kid behind me handed me a note that he had written. It simply 
read "RANDY IS A PEE- PANTS!" written in black crayon, and over it, yellow 
crayon scribbling to represent a puddle of urine. It was very unflattering.
	Mr. Hines then demonstrated that he wasn't always a nice, mellow teacher 
that everyone had perceived him to be.
	"OKAY, CLASS! THE NEXT PERSON WHO TALKS TO RANDY, TALKS ABOUT RANDY, OR 
WRITES A NOTE TO RANDY OR ABOUT RANDY, _W_I_L_L_ _G_O_ S_T_R_A_I_G_H_T_ _T_O_ 
T_H_E_ _P_R_I_N_C_I_P_A_L_!_!_! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD???!!!"
	Everybody knew that he meant business and the class shut up right away. It 
wasn't long before lunch, and once the bell rang, everyone would be out of Mr. 
Hines' jurisdiction and they would be free to taunt me and torment me.
	Mr. Hines offered to let me stay in class again, but I told him I didn't 
want to. He still wanted me to stay for about five minutes to talk to him about 
the problem, at least to the extent of what he should know about it.
	As the class filed out, I sat in the chair next to Mr. Hines' desk and 
briefly explained that I had a wetting problem, which was a lie since I was 
simply wearing diapers for no valid reason. The incident that occurred, however, 
was real as I didn't voluntarily wet my pants.
	Mr. Hines suggested that I should see the school counselor about the 
"problem," at least how he understood it. I told him I expected to be moving 
soon and I wouldn't have to face teasing by other students after I moved. He 
still thought I should see the counselor and told me that he would arrange a 
time later that afternoon if possible. As I left he told me that I could come 
back to the classroom at any time if I wanted to.
	I bravely ventured into the cacophonous sea of students all crammed into 
the lunch room. I tried to be as transparent as possible, but those who saw me 
all knew what had happened.
	"There goes the kid who wet his pants! Hey pants- wetter!"
	This aroused the attention of others who were already aware of what 
happened and they, too, joined in on the taunting. I felt like retreating to the 
solace of Mr. Hines' classroom-- if there ever was solace to be found in a 
classroom. Instead, I wanted to meet up with Joey and tell him what was going 
on, not that he wasn't aware of it already. Right now he was the only friend I 
had.
	He was sitting there at the table with his lunch nearly finished.
	"Hi, Randy," he said. "I heard."
	I just nodded my head and suggested "let's go outside". I didn't even sit 
down. Immediately we left and went to our secluded corner of the playground. I 
carried my lunch out there and ate it, away from the rest of the kids. I looked 
out at the playground and thought of how those dozens upon dozens of kids all 
knew one thing about me, and it was not about to be forgotten as such a 
reputation was usually perpetuated and propagated for a very long time, often 
until graduation day. That day wasn't for almost another eight years, and only 
if we moved would I have any hope of starting over.
	"I really did have a wetting accident," I told Joey. "I got all excited 
and realized that I had wet, and then these underpants didn't hold it! They 
leaked, and when a kid saw it because my butt and everything else was all wet, 
so he said it out loud and the whole class heard it and now everyone else 
knows!"
	"Didn't they all know, anyway?" Joey asked.
	"It was thought to be only a rumor then, but now they all know for sure! 
Oh, Joey, I can't come to this school any longer! I hope that if move I'll still 
be here in Caulfield, but going to another school, you know."
	"They probably think I wear diapers, too," Joey said. Nobody has said 
anything yet."
	"Just don't *ever* wear them to school!" I advised him with emphasis on 
the word "ever".
	"I may not have a choice after I use my Goodnites up," he said.
	"How many do you have left?"
	"Two," he answered. "I'll be out of them by tonight."
	He would be out of the Goodnites, but he would definitely not be out of 
wearing diapers anytime soon, I thought.
	"Look what's happened to me," I said. "Sometimes I wish I never found 
those diapers. I just couldn't help it," I said. "Even now, getting laughed at, 
I still like to wear diapers and I wish you didn't get laughed at for wearing 
them!"
	"Maybe that's why you *do* like to wear them, because you're not 
*supposed* to wear them anymore."
	"I dunno," I said. "I'm going to see this counselor guy today," I said. "I 
guess I'm supposed to tell him that I wear diapers. Have you ever talked to this 
guy?"
	"No," Joey answered.
	"I'll let you know at the next recess, if I see him, that is."
	"Okay," Joey said as we closed the discussion.
	We sat there in the corner for the remainder of the lunch hour. In fact, 
we waited until most of the kids had cleared the playground and returned to 
class before we started walking back.
	Even though I made no eye contact with anyone as I walked in to class, I 
knew that I was being stared at. I could almost feel everyone's eyes on me as I 
took my seat. Right away, some blurted out a smart remark:
	"Where you been, Randy? In the bathroom?!"
	The class started laughing, but not for long as Mr. Hines was quick to 
reprimand the offending student.
	"Tom! To the office, now!" he shouted. His order was very firm and terse. 
"Anyone else who says *anything* will be following right behind Tom!"
	It was almost as embarrassing to have Mr. Hines defend me as it was to be 
laughed at. It still drew attention to me and what I did. The class remained 
silent as Mr. Hines gave us another in-class assignment. After that was 
completed, Mr. Hines called me to his desk and told me it was time to see the 
counselor. Again, everyone's eyes were focused on me, and I knew just what parts 
of me they were looking at, hoping to see wet spots. I had nothing visual to 
offer them this time.
	I got up and walked to the office where I met with the counselor. I talked 
to him about the episode that happened in class and told him that I wore special 
underpants for wetting. I explained that I had a problem with being able to hold 
it and had to wear them, though this wasn't the case. He was very patient and 
understanding as I explained my "condition" to him. After the session with him 
was over I returned to class, at least feeling better and knowing that I has 
someone neutral to talk to in regards to this matter if I needed to. I expected 
to meet with him at least once a week, at least until I transferred to another 
school because of moving.
	The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag on with the exception of 
afternoon recess. Several kids laughed at me and teased me for today's wetting 
incident, and I tried to ignore them as the counselor suggested, but when the 
kids did it all the time it was too hard to shut out their remarks. One of the 
kids kept saying "let's see your diapers, Randy!" as he followed Joey and I to 
our little corner of the playground. The bulge beneath me pants indicated that I 
had them on, and more kids noticed that I was wearing them. I couldn't take much 
more of this. More than I ever I was hoping that we were going to move soon.
	I got home from school that day and felt very tired and exhausted. I told 
Tina about it and explained that it was a true wetting accident, not just 
deliberately peeing into my absorbent underpants in class, something I could 
never do. I told her that my underpants did not contain it all and I ended up 
with wet pants in class.
	"Was everyone laughing?" she asked.
	"Of course they were, Tina!" I replied. "It was humiliating!"
	"You do realize, Randy, that you wanted to wear diapers and this is what 
you get for it," Tina said. "How are your pants now?"
	"They're dry now," I answered.
	"They probably still smell," Tina mentioned. "I'll get them in the wash 
for you. Go up to your room and I'll be there to change you in a moment."
	I took my pants off in the laundry room and handed them over to Tina. I 
also gave her the pair of underpants that had been wet in so she could get those 
washed. I went upstairs and waited a few minutes before Tina came up to diaper 
me. She went through her routine and wiped me more thoroughly since she knew I 
had a wetting accident and wasn't able to clean myself as thoroughly as she 
could. Within just a few minutes I was thickly diapered for the rest of the day.
	Later that afternoon while I was getting caught up on the assignment I 
missed because of having to see the counselor, Tina came to my room and said 
that she told mom about my wetting accident at school. I was called downstairs 
to talk to her about it.
	"Did you really have a wetting accident at school?"
	"Yes, mom," I answered.
	"You weren't just using the underpants because you needed to go?"
	"No, mom, it was a real accident!"
	"Then that must mean you're getting accustomed to wearing diapers," she 
said.
	"I don't know, all I know is that I was thinking about something and it 
happened!"
	"What were you thinking about?" mom asked.
	I didn't want to tell her that I was thinking about wanting to get back at 
Darrell by making him look like he wet his pants. Since my mind was in this 
particular vein of thought I told her that I was thinking about other kids who 
wet their pants.
	"So you really are into this diaper thing?" mom said.
	"I'm not so sure now," I replied. "I don't think I can handle wearing them 
in school."
	"Now you realize what happens when fifth-grade boys wear diapers," mom 
said. "You should have realized that sooner."
	"Can I just wear regular underwear to school from now on?" I asked my mom.
	"Nope. You wear diapers at home, you wear them at school and everywhere 
else you go. End of story."
	"So what if I don't wear diapers at home?"
	"Then you don't wear diapers at all. You have to decide how important this 
is to you, Randy."
	I couldn't give up my diapers even if it meant having to wear them to 
school. I also figured that since we were most likely moving that I would have a 
fresh start at another school and I could be more careful about it there.
	"I'll keep wearing the diapers," I said.
	"Then I'll get rid of your old underwear now," mom said. "I held onto it 
because I thought you might change your mind after you realized what it would be 
like to go to school in diapers, but it seems that even having all your 
classmates laugh at you isn't enough to convince you to do otherwise, so your 
underpants are going out. You'll outgrow them before too long anyway."
	I sat there for a few minutes as I thought about whether or not we were 
moving, and if so, where.
	"When are we moving?" I asked mom.
	"I would expect to move in about a month, maybe two months, just depends 
on how quickly the house gets sold."
	"Do you know where we are moving?"
	"We are staying here in Caulfield," mom said. "Your dad called and said he 
got the loan on buying a store downtown. We're looking at a house in that area, 
too."
	"So does that mean I'll still be going to the same school?" I asked mom.
	"No, you'll be changing schools if we move downtown," mom said.
	Suddenly I felt excited at having a fresh start in a new school. Nobody 
would have to know I wear diapers and I would make sure they didn't.
	On the other hand, it meant leaving Joey behind, though I would still see 
him on weekends and perhaps after school. I would be closer to his house, too. I 
may even make new friends. Things were starting to look up.
	Before I went upstairs mom brought up the issue of today's in- class 
wetting episode.
	"So why were you thinking about other kids wetting their pants?" mom 
asked.
	"I was thinking about Darrell because he's a bedwetter," I said.
	"And this made you wet?"
	"I got excited at the thought of it."
	"So that means you must like wearing diapers. If those underpants don't 
hold up in class then I'll have to start sending you to school in regular 
diapers."
	"What? You mean...these really thick ones?"
	"Yes, just like you're wearing now! I'll have to get you some bigger pants 
to fit over them, of course."
	"I can't go to school like that!" I said.
	"You will, Randy. In fact, I don't see any point in switching you between 
those bedwetter pants and diapers every day. I have a feeling you've been 
cheating at school and using the toilet at times. If you're going to wear them 
you're going to use them, and if you're wearing your regular diapers I know 
you'll have to use them because you won't have the time or a place take them off 
and put them back on."
	"So what does this mean?" I asked mom.
	"It means you're going to school tomorrow in diapers, real diapers."
	Mom then went upstairs and hauled all of my old underpants down and threw 
them in a cardboard box. There were a couple other items in the box, too. All of 
my pants were folded up and placed in there along with my summer shorts and even 
my swimming trunks.
	"What are you doing with my pants?" I asked mom.
	"They won't fit you anymore," mom said. "I'll get you some bigger pants 
while I'm out. I'll be back in just a few minutes.
	Mom then walked out the door with the large box that contained what used 
to be my underwear and my pants. I couldn't wait to see how big my new pants 
would be once mom got back with them. All I knew was that no matter how much 
they laughed at me in school tomorrow, it would all end as soon as we moved.

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