Grimmster's Story Hello all. I'm a 30/m DL and I've been a DL most of my life. Of course I didn't know the word DL, most of it , either. Not until a few years ago when I first signed onto the Internet did I find out that there were other people out there like me. Until then I thought I was the only one in the world with a fetish for diapers (everybody's story) so, you ask! "How is it that you became a DL?" Well, here it is in a nutshell. From the time I was 6 years old till I was 8 years old, I always used to have accidents in my underwear, and I was always afraid of my mother finding out, so I always hid my underwear that I had accidents in, usually in my closet underneath some toys. Eventually my mother always found them, and she would always yell at me for doing it then, hiding the evidence. Eventually she started to threaten to use diapers if it kept up. I think it may have stopped for a little while but then started up again. After I started hiding my underwear again, my mom started threatening to use diapers again. One night, maybe an hour or so after, dinner, my mom called me up from the basement where I was playing (and had another "accident") when I got to my mother she started to ask me whatever it was she had called me upstairs for, but then noticed a smell, and she knew it was me. She asked me if I had another accident, and I of course I said "NO." Then she took me by my hand and took me upstairs to my room., where she pulled my pants down to look at my underwear, and of course she saw that I had, indeed, had an accident. She started to yell at me then asked if I was hiding any other pairs of underwear anywhere. Of course I said "NO." My mother knows BS when she hears it, so she started to look in the usual places that I hid my "accident" underwear. When she looked in my closet she found some and she was furious. She yelled at me some more, then she took my pants the rest of the way off and my underwear and shirt off, too. She told me to go sit on my bed, which I did. Then she collected all of my dirty underwear up and said she was tired of washing all my dirty underwear. She said a few more things then told me that I had to just sit there on my bed and think about how bad I had been for doing this. She then left my room with my dirty underwear and went downstairs to the laundry room to put them in a bucket of bleach before washing them. I heard her doing all this and it took her maybe ten minutes. I then heard my mom grab her car keys in the kitchen and she yelled upstairs to me that she would be right back and that I had better not move off the bed. While she was gone, I was left wondering where she had gone and what kind of punishment I was going to get for all this. She got back about fifteen minutes later, and I heard her come in the door and walk into the kitchen and drop her keys and purse off. I also heard her put a bag down. She did a few other things in the kitchen that took her maybe another five minutes before I heard her grab the bag and start to walk up the hall to the stairs leading up to my room. She came into my room and I was still sitting there naked on my bed. She put the bag down on my bed and told me that she had had enough of me having accidents in my underwear and that she had tried everything from grounding me to taking my allowance away as punishment for it, and now she is going to do something she has threatened to do for awhile now. She then pulled out a box of pampers from the bag (yes, "box"-- this was 1975-76 or so) and told me to lie down, which I did. She opened the box of pampers and took one diaper out and put the box on the floor next to my bed. She opened the diaper up then put my legs together and with one hand lifted my legs up by my ankles, and with the other hand she put the pamper under my butt. She then put my legs down and spread them out and then pulled the diaper up and she taped it snugly up, then told me to get up and put my PJ's on and go brush my teeth because I was going to bed early, also as punishment. I HAD TO SLEEP IN THE PAMPER THAT NIGHT and I remember I took it off first thing in the morning. THIS IS HOW I STARTED TO LIKE DIAPERS. My mom only punished me in diapers that one time, but it left a big desire in me for them that is still with me to this day. Oh, P.S., I didn't use that diaper either (to my regret now) It would be nice to know how my mom would have reacted if I had a wet diaper the next morning. That's pretty much it in a nutshell. I could write this as a story and make it much better. and I probably will sometime, but I thought I'd share my experience with you as I remember it (time does play games on the memory) but this is how that night basically happened. Have fun. Grimmster