Old Habits Die Hard
Summary: This is a true story about my mom making me wear diapers at the age of
9 years old because I had toileting accidents. By the way, this was the early
60s.
I would love to hear from other AB/DL's and what they think about my story
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Part 1
Hi, my name is
My downfall was a habit I had. I don’t know how it
started, why or when. I just remember that all through my childhood I could not
or would not stop messing my pants. It was never that I just completely let go
in my pants, I just wouldn’t go to the bathroom to do a number two, until some
of it had already come out in my pants. I would sit on the floor when as the
urge got real strong and try to hold it, sometimes doing this a few times would
prolong my having to make a trip to the bathroom for a couple hours. Like I
said, I don’t know how or why I started doing this, but it was an everyday
thing.
When I would have the accidents in my pants it was
usually a table spoon in volume, roughly, to give you an idea, and fortunately
I was never a person who had a bad odor problem; it was noticeable at best, never
really "obvious" or overwhelming. You gotta realize I messed my pants
every day, and only a handful of times do I ever remember hearing someone say, ”something
stinks," or even, ”
"John, did you mess your pants?”
“Nooo,” I answered.
“Get up,” she ordered. As I stood up she grabbed my
arm, turned me around, bent over, and sniffed again.
"You did!” she said in an upset tone. "You
get yourself in that bathroom. NOW!” So I went to the bathroom with
her right behind me. She opened the hamper, took out a dirty towel and spread
it on the floor.
"Raise your arms!” She pulled my buttoned P. J. Top
up over my head and dropped into the corner, then pulled my P. J. Bottoms down
and dropped them into the corner of the bathroom as well. "Spread your
legs a little,” she ordered as she stuck her thumbs into the waistband of my
underwear briefs and began to pull them down.
"Good grief, you’re a mess!” she said as she pulled my underwear down.
“You are way too old to be messing your pants like
this. You should be ashamed of yourself!” She had me step out of my dirty
underwear as I stood on the towel. "I swear, I’m gonna put a diaper on you if you don’t stop messing
your pants. Now get on the toilet!”
After I finished going to the bathroom my mom would
make me bend over while sitting on the potty and would wipe me because my butt
was such a mess that I sometimes got it on my wrist and hand trying to clean
myself, and making a bigger mess would really get her into a rage. After wiping
me with toilet paper she would have me stand on the towel again. She would take
a washcloth from the cabinet and dampen it and then clean my butt with that, complaining
the whole time. After I was clean she would pick up my underwear from the towel
on the floor, turn them inside out and hand them to me. I would have to dunk
them in and out of the commode to get most of the stuff out before she would
put them in the laundry. She would leave to get me a clean pair of underwear
while I was doing this.
Part 2
As I stood there naked dunking my dirty underwear in
and out of the commode to rinse them out, my mom was down the hall in my room
getting me a clean pair, still fussing loudly.
"I’m gonna buy some diapers for you, John, and if
you don’t stop messing your pants, you are gonna wear a diaper; do you hear me?”
When she got back she stepped up to the commode and
looked into the toilet, saying, ”Hold on to them tightly now!” As I held them
by the waistband, she flushed the commode so they could now be rinsed in
cleaner water.
"That’s good enough for now,” she said. As I
raised my hand for the clean underwear she was holding. She grabbed me by the
wrist and led me into the living room at a fairly fast pace. She then sat on
the edge of the couch and before I knew it, I was over her lap. She pulled me
over so fast. I had to catch myself with both hands against the floor, just to
keep my head from hitting. With her left hand on my back and her right hand on
my butt, she asks, ”Now John, why did you lie to me when I asked you if you
messed your pants?”
"I don’t know.” That was my standard answer to
just about question about any of my behavior problems at the time. Then the
spanking started. With a hard smack on my butt between every word.
"You. *SMACK*.
Will. *SMACK*. Not. *SMACK*. Lie. *SMACK*. To. *SMACK*. Me!
"Yes, I promise I won’t lie anymore!” I answered,
but with my butt high up on her lap. My feet off the floor, the spanking went
on. Bracing myself against the floor with both hands, I couldn’t raise a hand
to defend my butt against this painful, painful, spanking. Finally it was over.
She helped me to my feet and then held my underwear
out for me to step into them.
"Now John, listen to me,” she said as I stepped
into my underwear and she began pulling them up. "Next week we
"No!” I answered.
"Well then. I’d suggest you stop doing this right
now, okay? This is a chance to start over, a new family, a new school, everything.
I want today to be the last time that you do this; do you understand?”
"Yes, mom,” I answered.
Part 3
>>Fast forwarding now. >>
My mom remarried after the school year ended and we
moved in with Frank, my new step dad, and his two daughters— Beth, 12 years old,
and Tina, 10 years old.
I had met them before and spent time with on several
occasions before the wedding and the move-in. We got along great back then, but
that's because at the time the girls hadn’t thought about nor did I know that I
would have to have one of the bedrooms in their three-bedroom-house, putting
the girls in one bedroom together. They were furious about it and it became a
source of tension between them and myself.
Now with the girls bitter about being put together in
one room and my toileting "accidents". Now common knowledge in the
household because they never stopped, the girls, especially the oldest one Beth
would use every opportunity to humiliate me, saying things like, ”your momma
needs to put a diaper on you!” Which
she got from her dad Frank, he was the worst. I hated him. He would tell my mom
things like, ”I’ll bet you if I whipped his ass he would stop shitting his
pants!” But mostly he told her that if I had to wear diapers for awhile I would
stop it.
Anyway, one of my favorite places to go at that time
was to a friend of my mom’s named Juanita. She lived in yet another town not too
far away and we often went there on the weekends. The three towns I’ve
mentioned in this story are satellite communities each outside of a major
metropolitan city. The adults were all friends that lived in that city when
they were kids. But Juanita’s was a fun place to go to. I had a lot of friends
there my age to play with. She also had a playground in her backyard that was
unbelievable at that time. And I spent a lot of time in her yard before I met
the neighborhood kids. Then we would roam the whole neighborhood and wooded
area playing army. I met all the guys through a girl named Naomi. She was my
age (9). And was so cute, a beautiful smile and she was crazy about me. She was
also a terrible tomboy and not afraid to get dirty or get hurt. She played army
with all the guys she introduced me to and was accepted pretty much as one of
the guys. But to me, well, I had a crush on her and she had one on me. She also
had a huge tree in her yard, a tree house about 25 feet up and a thick rope
with a stick of wood through it that you could swing clear across the yard on.
One time, we climbed up into the treehouse together. After
a minute or two she said, ”Something stinks!”
and raised her foot to check the bottom of her shoe for dog poop. Then she
checked her other shoe. So I did the same thing. We didn’t see anything on our
shoes. Then she looked at me with this sweet innocent blushing smile on her
face and asked, ”
"No!” I replied, though I did have a small amount
in my pants as always. Then it was forgotten and we play. She was one of the
few I mentioned at the beginning of the story that I remember and I’ll never
forget her or that look. You know, when you see shows like “Leave It to Beaver”
and it shows boys despising little girls. I never got that. I always liked them
and they always liked me. Forgive me, but in my haste to talk about Naomi, I
failed to mention that she lived three houses down from my mom’s friend Juanita.
Now getting back to Juanita. She was a large
boisterous woman with a big laugh. She could be heard for a block. Okay, I
might be exaggerating, but back then few people had air conditioning. They used
fans and left the windows open. Or at least that was my world. She was married
to a man who I had never met. I think he might have been a truck driver or
something. I don’t know. She, on the other hand, was running a day care center,
you could say, before the term even existed, or at least I never heard the term
until I was much older. She had kids of all ages staying there at different
times. But like I said we always went there on the weekends if we went at all. But
this time we went on a weekday. That would be a life-changing event for me.
Part 4
I think it was on a Monday this time that we went to
Juanita’s house. As Juanita greeted us at the door and we walked in, everyone I
think was kind of caught off guard as we encountered this Hispanic boy my
height standing in the middle of the room in nothing but a thick white cotton
flannel diaper. Juanita introduced him to us saying, ”this is Rudy". My
mom put her hand out to shake hands with him, saying "Hi, Rudy,” but he didn’t
respond. He just stood there with his hands up in front of his face playing
with his fingers and mumbling. Juanita explained that he was mentally retarded
and autistic and couldn’t speak. Then my mom, I guess to break the silence said,
”Well, maybe I could get some of those diapers for
“Nooo!” I said my face red and my head bowed. Then
Juanita said, ”You know, Rudy is 9 years old also, but he has to wear diapers
because he can’t help going to the bathroom in his pants,” she continued. "I’ve
been working with him and trying to toilet train him for a couple years. But I
don’t know if he
Then Beth asked, ”
"No,” Juanita replied. “I have clothes for him to
go out in. But around the house it just means more laundry to do. His shirt
gets wet. His pants get wet, so I just let him wear a diaper.” I think I was
just holding my breath through this whole ordeal. I felt like I was gonna pass
out if I didn’t get out of there.
"I’m going to Naomi’s,” I said, headed for the
backdoor.
"Whoa! Hold on,
"I want you to get a good look at Rudy, John,” she
said with a calm voice. "That’s what you are gonna look like if you don’t
stop messing your pants!”
"Mommmmmm!” I said.
"I’m gonna get Juanita to make some of those
diapers to take home with us today.
"Yes,” I answered. Then I turned and ran to get
out of there.
I went to Naomi’s and we got a bunch of kids together
and play army for several hours. I was so glad to see her and we had so much
fun that I forgot all about the humiliating time I had at Juanita’s. When I
heard my mom calling me that it was time to go. I had such a sad feeling come
over me. I knew it may be a week or longer before I saw Naomi again.
When I got back to Juanita’s my mom started in on me
again. "See what I have here,
"Juanita gave me one of her old diaper bags, I’ve
got powder, baby oil, diapers, pins, some old bottles and a couple of pacifiers,”
she said, showing me some of the stuff.
"Oh honey,” Juanita said to my Mom. "I know
"No!” I said totally embarrassed.
"Why of course you’re not, you are much too old
to wear a diaper.” With that, everyone said bye and hugged and we went home.
Part 5
Well, needless to say nothing changed over the next
couple days, more accidents, more complaining from my mom as she found my dirty
underwear in the laundry with varying degrees of mess in them, though nothing
substantial in them, really. But my mom expected and demanded to find nothing. She
would try to keep Frank and the girls from knowing anything just to keep peace
in the house. But that was all about to come to an end.
One morning me and the girls were watching TV. Frank
was sitting in his recliner reading the paper and my mom was sitting at the
dining room table with the girls’ Aunt Suzy (Frank’s sister). I was lying on my
tummy watching TV when I got the urge to go to the bathroom. I was holding it until
it got stronger. Then I got up off my tummy and sat on the floor. This made it
much easier to hold it in. Then the urge got stronger and stronger. I thought
to myself, ”Please, don’t let me make a big mess." But it was already
coming out a little. I just knew if I got up right then it would all come out. So
I tried and tried to hold it. Again, it was one of those strong, powerful urges
that distort your face; you can’t help it. I didn’t know Frank was looking at
me at the time.
"John, what are you doing?” he demanded to know.
"Watching TV,” I answered, scared to death.
"What’s going on, Frank?” my mom asked from the
next room.
"I think
“I smell it,” said Beth.
"Me, too,” said Tina.
I was still trying to hold this urge when my mom took
my arm and pulled me up off the floor. As she stood me up the whole bowel
movement I was trying to hold went into my underwear. She pulled my P. J. ’s
down right there to see my underwear.
"Good grief, John,” she said as she saw the huge
load sagging in my underwear. Beth and Tina just went "EWWWWWWWW!”
"John, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, why didn’t
you get in the bathroom?”
"I don’t know,” I responded.
"John, no one has been in there for some time. Why
did you just sit there and mess your pants?”
"I don’t know,” I said again, and I really didn’t,
either. I don’t know this habit came about.
"Make him wear those diapers for awhile, honey;
that
"Uh-huh, and who’s gonna change him, Frank, YOU?”
"Look, if you wanna put up with this until he’s
in high school go ahead, I don’t care. You’re wiping his ass just about
everyday, anyway!”
Then my mom hollered, ”John, get in the bathroom!” She
got a dirty towel from the hamper and had me stand on it as she was pulling my
underwear down.
Frank hollered,” I wouldn’t worry about it, honey, maybe
one day he
"FRANK, don’t talk like that!” my mom yelled back.
"He’s right, you know,
"No, mom, I promise I’ll never do it again!”
"
"No, mom, please, I promise I’ll never mess my
pants again!” As I stepped out of my underwear she said, ”Now you get up there
on that commode until I get back!” I could hear her in my room slamming drawers
and so on. Then I heard her ask Aunt Suzy to come help her. They were talking
but I couldn’t make anything out except the word “refrigerator”. When my mom
got back she cleaned me up. I saw Beth and Tina looking in occasionally, then disappearing
again as I looked up. My mom took a pile of washcloths from the cabinet and
dampened them in the sink. Just then Aunt Suzy came into the bathroom.
"Stand up!” my mom said. As I stood up my mom
took one hand and Aunt Suzy took the other. Then they started to lead me out of
the bathroom. I tried digging my feet into the floor once I realized what was
going on. My mom turned and said in a very angry voice.
"
"I don’t want everyone to see me like this!” I
cried. Still, with my hands held above my head, they marched me into the living
room totally naked. I could feel my butt cheeks sticking together a little as I
was rushed along at this quick pace. MY mom just wiped me with toilet paper
enough so that I didn’t drop anything on the way to the living room. The girls
laughed at me, pointing at my weenie jiggling as we approached the couch.
"Now, John, I want you to get up there and lay
down on that newspaper!”
"No, mom, please, I won’t do it anymore!”
Then Frank got up and came over.
"You do what your mother tells you to do, or I’ll
spank you myself!” Scared to death of Frank, I sat on the newspapers that were
spread on the couch.
"Now turn around and lay down!” my mom ordered. So
I did, bawling the whole time. Holding my privates with both hands, I lay back
on the couch. As I did a part of the newspaper stuck to my butt and rolled up
with me.
"Good grief, John, you’re disgusting!” she said
as she pulled the paper from my butt.
"Now, John, you’re gonna have to move your hands;
I can’t clean you up or put a diaper on you with your hands in the way. I was
crying so hard I could hardly see through the tears. "Mom please make the
girls go away,” I begged.
"John, how about you worry about you and not
everyone else,” my mom answered.
"But I don’t want them looking at me like this, and
make them stop laughing at me!”
"Move your hands or I’ll call Frank over here,” mom
said. Reluctantly I moved my hands, exposing my little pee-pee and balls.
"I see your pee-pee! I see your pee-pee!” the
girls chanted.
"Now, girls, that’s not necessary,” Aunt Suzy
said with a laugh.
"Now spread your legs so I can get you cleaned up,”
mom said. "I guess if you’re gonna mess your pants like a baby then we
As I spread my knees apart, mom took one of the wet
washcloths and started washing my pubic area, pulling up on my little penis and
nut sack with the rag as she cleaned me.
Part 6
"Now, raise your legs, John,” my mom asked, so I
did. "Higher, and spread them, too; I can’t clean you like this." She
then put her forearm against the back of my thighs and pushed until my knees
were almost touching my shoulders.
"Good grief, John, what a mess, you should be
ashamed of yourself laying here having your bottom cleaned like a baby!"
she said. As she wiped me with the damp washcloth I looked at Beth and Tina.
They were smiling and laughing.
"Look, it’s moving,” Beth said, pointing at my penis,
her finger just inches away from it. I looked down there and saw my penis and
scrotum shriveling up and shrinking, still damp from my mom washing them and
slightly pulling at them with the rag as she cleaned me there.
"It’s getting smaller,” Tina said with a laugh. I
just lay there, bawling.
"Mom, Aunt Suzy, please make the girls go away!"
I said, crying louder now.
"If you don’t want the girls to see you like this,
then you won’t mess your pants anymore after this!"
I really couldn’t believe this was happening; it was
like a bad dream. Then my Aunt Suzy was standing behind the couch where the
living room met the dining room. She was taking things out of the diaper bag.
She stuck the diaper pins into the cushion of the couch like where you lean back.
Then she laid a bottle of baby powder there on the top of the back of the couch,
then a bottle of baby oil. My Mom, still with her left forearm against the back
of my thighs, pulled the newspapers out from under me and rolled them up with
the dirty rags inside them.
"Honey, could you hand me one of those
diapers?" she asked Aunt Suzy. With that Aunt Suzy handed her a diaper
(rolled up like a sleeping bag you see on a horse at the back of the saddle).
My mom placed it far up under my butt and rolled it out. Then she moved her arm
from my legs and said, ”Okay, John, you can put your feet down now." As
soon as I was able to put my feet down, the reality hit me that I’m actually
laying here completely naked on a thick cotton diaper!" I tried to set up
right away, screaming, ”Mom, please don’t put a diaper on me; I’m too big to
wear a diaper!"
Aunt Suzy caught me by the shoulders and tried to keep
me down on my back.
"SHUSHHHHHHH!" my mom went. "STOP IT!”
BE STILL AN
"I DON’T WANNA WEAR A
"John, listen to me,” she said, squeezing my
cheeks together with her hand over my mouth. "Now John, listen to me; don’t
act so surprised, I warned you! I told you and told you this was gonna happen
if you didn’t stop messing your pants."
“MOM, I PROMISE I WON’T
"Yes, you ARE too big to wear a diaper,
Just then Frank walked up to the coffee table, pulling
his belt from his pants.
"John, YOU LAY
"John!! Johnnnn!
I’m trying to talk to you!" she continued. "Now John, IF YOU WANNA
CRY LIKE A BABY WHILE I
But I couldn’t. This was a nightmare.
"Suzy, I guess I’m gonna need that bottle after
all!" My mom said. I saw Suzy hand my mom a full baby bottle of milk. Then
my mom handed it to me.
"I don’t want that mom; I’m not a baby!" She
forced the nipple into my mouth and ordered me to hold it with both hands.
"NOW IF YOU WANNA CRY, YOU CRY WHILE YOU
"OK!" I cried putting it back into my mouth.
"YOU KEEP THAT IN YOUR MOUTH AN
"Raise your legs now, John, so I can do your
bottom,” she said now in a more motherly voice. Understand now that I’m laying
there crying my heart out, my nose running down my face and into my lips that
are sucking on a baby bottle of milk. Lying there completely naked on a thick
cotton flannel diaper on the couch with my legs raised and spread totally
exposed, my mom rubbing baby oil on my bottom— with my stepsisters, their Aunt
and dad watching the whole spectacle. With the bottle in my mouth I looked up
at Aunt Suzy and said. "Aunt Suzy, please ask my mom not to put a diaper
on me, please!"
“Now, John,” my Aunt answered. “You know Frank and Melanie
(that’s my mom) are going on their trip (honeymoon) in a week and you and the
girls are supposed to stay with me, but I can’t and won’t have this. I hope
this teaches you a lesson because I’m not gonna clean your butt at your age. Your
mom
Part 7
"Okay, be still John, don’t move,” my mom said as
she finished rubbing baby oil all over my privates and bottom. With my butt
raised and my legs spread, my mom paused for a minute to wipe her oily hands on
a damp rag. I was thinking and hoping that at any moment all this madness was
gonna stop, that it was only to scare me, and that she wouldn’t really put a
diaper on me. I mean, at 9 years old you never really believe that could or would
happen. Still crying, sucking on the baby bottle, I look down at my shiny
little penis and balls, the aroma of baby oil is so strong. Then I hear the
damp rag hit the wadded up newspaper on the floor.
"Well, let’s get some powder on you so we can get
your diaper on!" My mom said. Then she took the large white plastic bottle
of baby powder from back of the couch and sprinkled or poured a liberal amount
on my bottom, which was still raised into the air. She was careful to make sure
she got it on the underside of my balls and around the sides, too.
"Put your legs down now!” she ordered as she
covered my penis and balls and the rest of my pubic area. Beth, my 12-year-old
stepsister, said, ”Well, at least now you'll smell like a clean baby instead of
a dirty baby!"
”Yeah, until he has a dirty diaper,” said Tina, my 10-year-old
stepsister, with a laugh.
"Okay, John, spread your legs a little more!"
My mom said as she began raising the thick diaper up and putting it up between
my thighs. Then she kind of tucked and rolled the edges around my legs and then
pulled the diaper up toward my tummy with a firm jerk.
"Look at you,
"There we go, just like a big baby!” she said as
she took the half empty bottle from my hands and mouth.
"Now sit up!" she said as she got up off the
couch, taking my hands and helping me into a sitting position. As I got my feet
on the floor she pulled me to my feet saying, "Stand up here,
"Yes,” I said bawling uncontrollably. Then she
handed the bottle back to me, took me by the wrist and led me back to where I
messed my pants in front of the TV. As I was walking my legs were quivering, or
shaking to the point that I thought I might fall, I guess just from the
complete humiliation and embarrassment of being diapered and wearing a diaper
in front of everyone. My diaper was also so thick I had to walk a little
bowlegged. Not ridiculously thick, but proportionate to my size and maybe a
little thicker. I looked like a big baby.
"Now sit down there,” my mom said as we got to
the spot where I messed my pants. "If you wanna sit in front of the TV and
mess your pants, then you can sit there in a diaper,” she exclaimed. As I sat
down rather quickly, a cloud or puff of baby powder shot up out of my diaper
and onto my lower chest.
"Now, you sit there and drink the rest of that
bottle and think about what you've done.”
Part 8
I cannot convey to you how humiliating it is to be put
in diapers at 9 years old. I know people fantasize about it, wish maybe it
could have been them, but the reality is quite different. I think there was an
unwritten law in the early 60's and before that it was okay to humiliate kids
who had such accidents, though there were boundaries as well. I mean you know, an
adult for instance who saw an older boy or girl in a diaper at the park for
instance couldn’t say, "you stupid little bastard or bitch!" or
something like, for example. But I think was accepted and encouraged to
humiliate them to some extent to change their behavior. This was before modern
psychology and psychiatry was popular. (“Primal Scream”, “I’m OK, You're OK”), a
couple books, getting to the point, putting older kids in diapers was more
common at that time than you can imagine. Okay, enough of that boring crap! Lol.
"I guess I’m gonna go home,” said Aunt Suzy. She
hugged Frank, my mom and the girls, then came over to me bent down put her arms
around my neck hugged me saying,” We're not gonna mess our pants anymore, are
we?"
”No,” I responded in a resigned tone. I was cried out
and mentally exhausted from the whole experience. Aunt Suzy was a professional
career woman, not good-looking, but dressed to the nines all the time. Her
house was like immaculate, like looking at interiors in a furniture catalog, everything
in place, no clutter. She had no kids of her own and didn’t want any. She loved
spoiling her nieces and buying them expensive gifts, but she made it clear that
she wasn’t going to clean anyone’s butt or change their diapers.
After she left, my mom and Frank went into the bedroom
and closed the door, leaving me there sitting in the middle of the living room
floor in my diaper and holding an empty bottle. Beth came and plopped herself
down in front of me saying, "What's Naomi gonna say when she finds out
your mom had to put a diaper on you?"
”Beth, please don’t tell her!" I started, but
then she interrupted.
"Oh, I'm gonna tell her. And I'm gonna tell her I
watched the whole thing too! And I’m gonna tell her you have a little pee-pee
like a baby, too!" she said, laughing.
"No I don’t!" I said in my defense.
"Yes, you do,
“No, he doesn’t!"
”Tina, doesn’t
”Yeah, it's a lot fatter and a little longer, too!” Tina
replied. (
"I've watched him have his diaper changed a lot!"
Tina added.
"Well then,
”Well,
"See John, I told you that you have a little baby
pee-pee!” Beth said, laughing harder. Just then my mom and Frank returned to
the room.
"What's so funny?" my mom asked.
Tina said with a giggle, "Beth told
"Beth, Tina come here for a minute!" my mom
said. She led them into the hallway where I heard her say, ”Little ladies don’t
talk about things like that in front of little boys!” Not that the girls or
myself understood any significance to penis size at our age, but I think that
since that only boys had a penis (a fact that all girls are aware of), maybe
it's assumed at that age that the bigger your penis, the more of a boy you are.
I think that's why I defended myself so strongly. But did you ever notice that
whenever a boy is having his diaper changed females
My mom came back into the living room saying, ”Were
gonna go to the drive-in movie tonight so get up and lets go get you dressed,” she
said.
"Can I have my underwear and some pants?” I
asked.
"I'm gonna get you a shirt and some shoes and
socks,” she answered. "But Frank and I agreed that you need to wear a
diaper until your next potty,” she replied. "If you have a clean diaper
when you come to me and tell me you have to go potty, then you'll get your
underwear back!” "
“That might not be until tomorrow!" I responded.
"Well, all I gotta say is if you need to go potty,
you better tell me, or you'll be wearing diapers a lot longer!” she answered.
Part 9
I got up off the floor and followed my mom to my room,
Beth following us and mocking me the whole time. It felt so strange and
embarrassing to walk around in a thick soft diaper. If you take a folded bath
towel and press it flat against your tummy, that's about how thick it was on my
tummy. It got much thicker in the groin area and between the legs, then thinner
around my butt and up the back.
My mom handed me a shirt to put on, I don’t remember
if it was a t-shirt or just a pull over shirt like with two or three buttons at
the top, but I do remember it had to be pulled over my head. Then she got a
pair of pants and had me step into them as she held them, but they wouldn’t fit
over the diaper as she tried to pull them up. She tried to tuck the thick
diaper in and get the pants over them but it wouldn’t go.
"These are the biggest pants you have, John!"
she said, still trying to make them work. Frank walked in and saw my mom trying
to get the pants on me.
"He doesn’t need any pants, Melanie!" Frank
insisted. "He can go without those,” Frank added.
"Frank, He's wearing a diaper; isn’t that
enough?" my mom asked.
"Melanie, I don’t think it's gonna do much good
if you're gonna let him hide it from everyone,” Frank replied. "Besides, we're
going to the drive-in Melanie; it'll be dark and it'll do him some good to go
out like that!" Frank added.
"Okay,” my mom agreed a little reluctantly, handing
me my socks. She saw I was having trouble bending over putting them on with the
thick diaper on.
"Get up here, honey!" she said, patting the
mattress with her hand, "I'll help you get those on,” she said. So I got
up on the bed and lay down on my back, putting my feet on her lap one at a time
so she could put my socks and shoes on. When she was through and I stood up. I
felt ridiculous and I know I looked it, too, dressed in a pullover shirt that
only came down over my diaper pins, a diaper and shoes and socks.
"Mom, I can’t go like this!" I cried.
"well, I guess you're gonna have to,” my mom
replied. "Your pants won’t fit over your diaper.". "Besides, it
will be dark; no one will see you,” she added.
Part 10
As we all got ready to go out the door and get into
the car I noticed that it was still very much daylight out.
"Mom, it's not dark yet!" I protested.
"Everyone is gonna see me in a diaper!" I cried.
"Look, John, just get into the car and hurry and
maybe no-one will see you; besides, you brought all this on yourself. If you'd
stopped messing your pants like I told you to you wouldn’t have to wear a
diaper.”
So I stepped out of the house very carefully looking
around to make sure nobody was watching, trying to pull my shirt down over my
diaper as I walked close to my mom trying to use her as cover. I bumped into
her as I was looking around, scared to death someone would see me and make some
embarrassing comment. My mom looked down at me as I bumped into her saying, "John,
you are gonna ruin that shirt stretching it like that— stop that right
now!"
I stopped pulling at my shirt but tried bending
forward a little as I held it down as much as I could in front of me. Beth got
in the middle seat of the station wagon and asked Tina to sit with her, saying,
"John can sit in the back seat. I don’t want him sitting with us."
Frank opened the back door and I got in as quickly as I
could, Tina came to the back saying, "John, can I sit with you?"
"I don’t care,” I said. She got in with me and
Frank closed the door.
"I’m sorry I laughed at you, John,” Tina said. "And
I feel sad that you have to wear a diaper."
Now sitting in the middle seat all alone Beth blurted
out, "That's it, Tina; I'm not speaking to you ever again."
Frank and mom got in the car and we were on our way to
the drive-in movie.
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