WE ALL WEAR THEM AT THIS SCHOOL

	I am a 14 year old male. I had just moved to a whole 
new state, and I was about to start a whole new school. St 
Stephen's High sent a whole bunch of forms to fill out two 
days before I started. My mom was busy with her new job, so 
she put her signature where it was needed then asked me to 
fill them all in. It was mostly the usual stuff. Profile, 
birth date, social security number etc... Then I got to 
page nine, and my eyes widened, and the sides of my lips 
curled up. The title of this form was 'Diaper information'! 
Very exited, I read the paragraph at the top.
	"At St Stephens, limited resources mean the only 
toilets available are for staff use only. Consequently, the 
school uses a diaper schedule for the sanitation of our 
pupils. There are four possible schedules for you to choose 
from are as follows: Firstly, the most unpopular, a no-
diaper schedule. Meaning your son/daughter will not be 
given diapers to wear and will not be able to relieve 
himself. The second option is to have your child visit the 
diaper room each time he needs to relieve himself and be 
taken out of diapers when he is finished. The third option 
is for your child to wear one diaper for the whole day, 
without leaving lessons for a change, until the end of the 
day when his diaper must be removed. The fourth, and most 
popular, is a full diapering schedule. Your child will have 
a diaper put on at the beginning of the day, and have it 
changed whenever needed. He will not have his diaper 
removed at the end of the day. Please indicate your choice 
below, along with a choice of diaper, if applicable."
	Excitedly, I put a large tick in the fourth box, the 
full diapering schedule. I put another tick in the box next 
to a picture of a boy standing wearing nothing but a 
comfortable looking purple diaper. Quickly, I put the forms 
in an envelope and put it in the mailbox on the corner.
	Two days later, I went to school for the first time. I 
got of the bus and walked into the school gates. It looked 
pretty cool for somewhere that couldn't afford yucky 
toilets! I didn't know what to do next. There was someone 
walking alone. He looked pretty cute. I went over to him. 
"Excuse me. I'm new, I don't know where to go first!"
	"Oh, OK," he said, "We better go to reception first 
and get you your ID. Follow me." He had a nice and kindly 
smile. I followed him to the reception and we picked up my 
ID card. It had my picture, my name, birth date, and a 
number 4 inside a picture of a diaper. He looked at the ID. 
"Oh, you're on the same diaper schedule as me. Were you in 
diapers at your last school?"
	"No," I said, "I haven't been in diapers since I was 
like, five."
	"Don't worry," he smiled at me, "It's not so bad. Come 
on, I'll take you to the diapering room."
	"So, are there diapering people in there, like dinner 
ladies?"
	He laughed, "No. We change each other. You wanna be my 
diapering partner?"
	"OK!" I said, eager.
	"Do you use the disposable or the cloth?"
	"The disposable. I hate cloth."
	"Me too," he said. We reached the a door with 
'Diapering room 12' written on. We walked to a free table. 
"Get on," he said to me, "and get your pants off." I pulled 
off my pants and underwear and put them at the foot of the 
changing table. He took my ID and went over to a vending 
machine. He slid in his ID, then mine, and the machine 
dropped two packets. He brought them back to the table and 
opened one. Inside were the diapers, some lotion and talc, 
and wipes. Enough for one change. He rubbed lotion over my 
crotch, and smiled when I got a hard-on. He lifted my legs 
with his strong arms and rubbed it on my butt. Then he 
emptied the small talc bottle on me, and rubbed that in. My 
eyes kept dancing from his face to what he was doing. Then 
he lifted my butt up again, and slid on the diaper, and 
taped it up. "There," he said.
	"What do I do with these?" I asked, holding up my 
underwear. He held out the diaper pail, and I threw 'em in. 
I quickly pulled on my pants, while he stripped his off and 
got on the table. I did what he had done to me, and he 
thanked me, pulling on the diaper and telling me I did a 
good job. He pulled on his pants and said, "Let's go." I 
waited. "What?" he said.
	I smiled and said, "I need to go."
	"So, go! That's what they're there for. I looked at 
him, too embarrassed to admit I didn't really know how to 
use a diaper. He read my face, and helped me. "Do you need 
to poop or pee?" I told him both. "OK then, while you're 
getting used to it, you just have to get on your knees, and 
sit back on your feet. Yeah, that's right. Now bend your 
torso forward so your face is nearer your knees. Perfect! 
Now it should be easy, just let go." I did, and it was 
fantastic! He knew just what to tell me to do. I let go a 
lot of pee and quite a big poop, then got up. "Should I 
change again now?"
	"I wouldn't," he said, "It's much more comfortable 
wearing a used diaper. Come on," and he took me to my first 
class.
	This was a perfect school. And I had a perfect best 
friend. And I had the most perfect diaper on.