DIAPER-CLAD YOUNG LAD 
  
	I thought that it was about time that I wrote and 
related my story of a diaper-clad young lad and his 
fascination for soft underthings and embarrassing moments. 
My mother attempted to potty-training me at about the normal 
age of three, but I just couldn't do it. I continued to wet 
and mess all the time. A doctor suggested that my abdominal 
muscles were underdeveloped and that I would outgrow it at 
anytime. After my mother had tried every method she could 
think of to get me to use the toilet, I was still in diapers 
and plastic pant's round the clock  
	Now five and ready for school, I continued to embarrass 
my mother, wetting and messing in stores, at the neighbors, 
in church. My typical day began when my mother or older 
sister changed my soaking, overnight diaper, cleaned me up, 
powered and oiled me and put a thick pair of toddler 
training pants on me. Usually, by the end of breakfast or 
mid-morning, I had a accident. After a scolding, the wet or 
soiled training pants were with another, If there were any 
clean ones left. Diapers were only at nap time and bedtime. 
After a month or more of this routine, my mother just got 
tired of cleaning up all the time. One night, before my 
first day in the first grade, my mother explained that 
because I couldn't seem to manage my wetting, I only 
occasionally messed by this time. I would have to wear 
diapers and plastic pants to school.  
	By now, I began to suffer the taunts of the 
neighborhood kids. In the summer, my mother would just send 
me out to play in just a diaper and plastic pants. Even 
thought I knew I should control myself, I could if I really 
tried. I loved the feeling of the soft diaper nestling 
between my legs and the crackle of the rubber pants. I felt 
secure and cared for. I felt embarrassed, but also thrilled 
at being able to wet anytime I wanted to. My sister's 
friends all watched when my sister cared for the baby. At 
six, I was the oldest kid still in diapers around. they 
would all tease me and laugh. Dolores, my sister best 
friend, love to call me over to check my diaper. When they 
took me to the park, my pants would come down to be check 
for a change. Of course everyone knew I was still in diapers 
and plastic pants.  
	My thick over-nighters were changed every morning, and 
a fresh diaper was pinned on, and a pair of oversized 
plastic pants pulled in place under my school clothes. I was 
to alert my mother or sister if I need to go to the bathroom 
before school and they would unpin my diaper to allow me to 
use the toilet.