Well, This Is My Story. True And In The Best Detail I Can Remember It. It all started when I was 13. I was a very active kid. Always playing basketball, football Or something. But I would come home with little stains in my underwear. And my stepmother always did the wash. And she never said anything about it. Well, my life changed one night. We went food shopping. I, however, did not want to go inside. So I waited in the truck. My stepsister and my stepmother went in to Shop Rite. So I sat in the car for about a half an hour. Finally I saw them coming out with a shopping cart filled with bags. I opened up the back door for them. As they were loading the bags into the car, my stepsister says to me, "look, Dean, we got your favorite!". I thought it was chips or cookies. A great big smile came across my face, until she held up disposable diapers. My smile dropped off my face. For the next 5 minutes, which seemed like a half an hour, I sat silent. So we got home. I unloaded all the bags myself. I was then told to go upstairs. My stepmother came in with the bag of disposable diapers, and sat next to me. She then explained what she was finding in the wash. I begged her it would never happen again. She said "okay, the next time I find anything, you know what's gonna happen." Well, 3 days later it happened. So I was sent to my room. I didn't know why I was being sent up there. I lay there crying for a few minutes. Then she came in with a pair of my underwear. She said, "Do you know what this means?" I nodded, "yes, I do." But I begged her not to diaper me. But she told me to lie down. I did as I was told. She left the room for a few minutes and came back with the bag of disposable Huggies diapers. I cried even more. "Please, not that," I begged. But she didn't even hear me. She ordered me to drop my pants and lie down on my bed. I did as I was told. She opened the bag and pulled one diaper out. As she unfolded it, my stepsister came in. I really began to cry now. She grabbed me by my ankles and lifted me up in the air. She placed the disposable diaper under me and put me back down. She rubbed powder all over me. Then she pulled up the sides, flattened the front, and taped it firmly in place. And it was done. I don't remember how I felt that moment. But I was then told to go to bed. And I spent that night crying...the next few days were worse. Will Be Continued If You Like...?