Devin (posted in alt.fan.dean-stark.diaper-play, 11/25/99)

	Just a little something I've been working on, basically the 
intro to a book I've been working on, have had a hard time getting 
things out and remembering a lot of stuff. possible for ms and 
working with my neuro so maybe things will get a little better, 
but till then ill try my best.
	 I guess as most people say it's a lot easier to write about 
events and ideals from ones own life so here goes, some of this 
stuff happened, and some is plain fiction. Have fun reading and 
let me know what you think so far, hard putting things out since I 
have trouble sometimes expressing myself in ways people will 
understand. Don't have my mommy to help me with my stories 
anymore.
	It was a dark and dreary night, the rain coming down in 
slants cascading off the tin roofs in droves. < No, no, no, that's 
not how it was> The night was deathly still, not a sound could be 
heard from any corner of the small forest. Very peculiar for a 
warm spring night. A slight glow could be seen on the distant 
horizon, coalescing to a single point of light, then disappearing 
to utter blackness.  < This is how it really was>
	It was a warm mid October afternoon. I was on my way to 6th 
period, everything was a bustle everyone excited about the long 
weekend, and Halloween this Saturday. Of course most of the other 
kids in school treated high school like it was a big party. Me, I 
had to do everything I could do just to make it through. My 
parents always liked to try and pretend that there was nothing 
wrong with me, and that I didn't do all that well because chose 
not to. "you're not stupid, if you'll learn just to apply 
yourself." Baa, how much do I have to do to prove myself in their 
eyes. I hate all of this. I really wish I could have just stayed 2 
forever and never have to grow up and go to school. Heck, I'm 
already halfway there as it is. Having to wear diapers all my 
life, being ridiculed, made fun of, taunted, and beat up over 
them. "Devin the diaper baby" that's what I'm known to them as. 

	Damn, those idiots. So much for computer class. Should have 
figured it wasn't just sweat when my socks started getting wet. 
Why can't they just leave me alone. Is there some maniacal sense 
of power over terrorizing a small kid that's never said anything 
bad to anyone and never been in a fight in his life and can't 
defend himself even if he was? If this is the way this world is, 
I'm not sure if I want to live in it. God I hate depression. Heh, 
If I killed myself they would probably just get pissed off 'cuz 
they don't have anyone to pick on anymore.
	I wish this school wasn't so big, I hate walking all over it, 
makes me wish I had my chair. But my parents don't really want me 
using it anymore, these braces on my legs have their uses, but 
they hurt a lot and I still can't walk without them anyway. God, 
why do I keep thinking of these things, just brings me down even 
more. I just wish those darn kids would stop putting needles and 
pins and stuff in my seat before I sat down. Swear, they're 
starting to think of me as a walking pin cushion, at least that's 
how I feel.
	 flat out on the floor again. I swear I know the 
floors in this building more then I know anything. "JERK, Watch 
were your going next time" sorry.
	"Darn diaper baby, thinks everyone should have to get out of 
HIS way." Slaps me in the back of the head, then walks off. Glad 
they had the decency to at least put hand rails on the walls in 
the school. Haul myself up and glance down on the floor and notice 
the puddle. Damn, they got me good this time. Least I'm only two 
doors from the nurses room. Heh, and actually I DID walk the whole 
way with my eyes closed, so I guess that WAS sort of my fault 
anyways. Knock knock,.. knock. "Come in Devin.
	Hi Mrs. Campbell, heard the commotion and figured it was me 
huh? No Devin, Actually I knew it was you because you are the only 
one that ever knocks before they come in here. Mrs. Campbell 
sighs. It looks like they got you pretty good this time, guess I'm 
going to have to talk to Mister Tharp about this again. Please 
don't, Last time he got in to it things just got worse. We'll see, 
First things first, You know the drill. I make my way through the 
bright clinical room to the exam table with my head down and 
looking through the reflection in the floor. I take my shirt off 
and zip the zippers on the sides of my pants off removing my 
pants, then hold my arms up as Mrs. Campbell lifts me up and on to 
the table. I'm glad your not any bigger then you are, my son is 
five now and I can't even lift HIM up anymore. Mrs. Campbell 
disconnects the connector form the cord at my spine and removes 
the braces from my legs. She then proceeds to change me, taking 
off a pair of plastic pants that look like it was turned in to a 
strainer, she removes the ducky diaper pins and removes the diaper 
and sort of gasps as she notices the blood and the blackish purple 
rash that is exposed. Your lucky you can't feel any of this.
	"This has gone too far, Devin, I'm sorry, but I am going to 
have to tell Mr. Tharp about this." I sigh and just say, If you 
have to. Things always seem to get messed up when the principal 
gets involved. "Guess I'm also going to have to give you a tetanus 
shot, This might, just feel a little sharp. What am I saying, 
sorry Devin, I keep forgetting." She proceeds to give me the shot 
which of course I don't feel, apply a bunch of different creams 
and powder and proceeds to diaper me in a pampers 6. Sure glad 
they came out with these, and even more so that you fit in to 
them, cloth diapers are good for at home and when you sleep, but 
get torn up fairly easy with what you go through at school. I 
guess Mrs. Campbell, I just hate the designs on the front, Just 
something else the kids would make fun of me about if they ever 
saw it. I'm also going to have to give your mom a call about this 
as well. She's going to have to keep you in those pampers for a 
couple of days and hold off on the cloth until those wounds heal. 
Yes ma'am. Mrs. Campbell sits down at her desk and proceeds to 
make a couple of phone calls, one of which I hear her say " Yes 
he's alright Mrs. Martin. Just remember what I told you and make 
sure to take it easy on him the next couple of days.
	About 5 minutes later in walks Mr. Tharp. I guess most 14 
year olds would be sort of squeamish at lying around in front of 
people in diapers, especially if they were Pampers, then again, 
I'm far from normal. Mrs. Campbell proceeds to tell him about my 
current medical condition, That she had to give me a shot, and 
shows him my pin cushioned plastic pants. This could be cause for 
expulsion, unfortunately we don't really have any hard proof to 
substantiate it. About the only thing I could do right now is 
suspend the offenders for a week. Hopefully that should be enough 
time for them to learn their lesson. I shudder just thinking of 
what kind of retribution I could get from this. And just shake my 
head. Annie, you can go ahead and call Mrs. Martin and tell her 
that she can pick up Devin now, and tell her that I am going to 
take care of this. Devin, have a good weekend and see you bright 
and early Monday morning. "Yes sir."