Richie's True Story


       I have always been fascinated with wearing diapers as far back as I can remember.  The first time I actually started wearing diapers again was at age 7 with a friend of mine at his home.  We were playing with toys in his younger brother's room when we glanced over at some disposable diapers, decided how neat and funny it would be if we tried them on and pretend to be toddlers again.  No one was home at the time, so we put the diapers on under our clothes and continued playing.  Right away I knew it was something that I liked doing, feeling the diaper on my bottom, the softness, sense of security, and of course the light rustling sound they made under my clothes.  We took the diapers off before his parents got home, wishing I could keep them on forever.

       That same year, my parents took me on vacation with them to Europe to visit Relatives.  Bed space was tight, so I was made to sleep in a baby crib that belonged to my aunt's 2 year old while he slept with them.  Of course I protested, telling my mom that there was no way I was going to sleep in a baby crib, especially since my dad was already teasing me about it.  Guess who won that battle.  I ended up sleeping in that crib the whole month I was there.  That first night I started thinking of that day my friend and I wore the  diapers at his house, and how cool it would be if only I had one on now sleeping in this crib.  It wasn't going to be so bad after all.  My dad still kept teasing me about being a 7 year old baby, but it didn't bother me anymore.  He had no idea of how much I actually liked sleeping in that crib.

      From age 7 to 11,  I still wanted to wear diapers again, but never got the chance because I was the youngest, and there wasn't any diapers around for me to wear.  I wish I did though.  There was numerous times that I had accidents when I was out playing or shopping with my mom.  Sometimes they were truly accidents, sometimes I did it on purpose.  Whenever I did go grocery shopping with my mom, I would sneak over to the diaper isle to get a glimpse at all the diapers.  I would dream about one day buying a pack of pampers and wearing them, but the fear inside me prevented me from doing so for a long time.  I still made makeshift diapers at home to compensate for it though.  Sometimes I would double and triple up my underpants, and pretend that they were trainers, and sometimes I would take white terry cloth towels and safety pins and wear it like a diaper.  I wore my PJs over them at night just in case my mom ever came into my room.  Then at age 12, something exciting happened to me.

      I was walking home from school one day, and had to pee real bad.  Why I didn't go to the bathroom at school I can't remember for the life of me.  I turned down an alley, to see if there was a place I could pee, but every alley I walked down, someone was there.  Either the garbage man, other kids from school, or people working out of their garages.  Man, I was having no luck.  With every step I took, I could feel the urge to pee increase.  Then it happened.  I felt myself starting to pee.  Small spurts at first.  I got scared and started running.  I could feel the pee coming out, so I ran behind a trash can to stop what was happening, but when I got there it was too late.  I looked down at my light blue pants and saw that there was no hiding it.  They were soaked.  I started thinking, what if someone saw me like this?  I started walking home cautiously, keeping my hands in front of my pants from time to time, hoping not to bump into anyone from school, especially someone I knew.  I was a block away from home, thinking I was safe, I removed my hands from the front of my pants to take a look to see if it was drying up.  When I looked up, there standing in front of me was a girl from my class.  She totally caught me off guard.  She looked down and saw that I had peed my pants.  I was speechless.  I couldn't say anything.  She could see that my eyes wear pleading with hers, trying to say "please don't tell anyone."  I was on the verge of tears.  She must of saw this, holding her books, and just said "hi Richie", and kept walking.  What was I going to now?  I just knew everyone in school is going to find out.

      When I finally made it home, I got undressed, showered, put on clean clothes and lied down in my room, thinking to myself what just happened.  I was thinking that if I would've been in a diaper,  it would have never have happened.   Let's face it.  I liked wearing them anyhow, and maybe no one would ever know I had one on.  That day I went to the grocery store and bought my first package of  Toddler Size Pampers.  I picked those cause of the smell and hoping that they would fit.  After buying them with my allowance, I rushed home to try them on.  They almost fit except they wasn't high enough in the back, so I taped two of them together to make one diaper.  They fit perfectly then.  I couldn't believe it.  It felt so good being back in diapers.  I started wearing them that night and every night to bed.  I never got caught by my parents either.  I always hid the my diapers in my room very well.

  Oh, by the way.  The next day when I went to school, no one teased me.  She never told anyone.  Way cool!  She must of thought how embarrassed I was and didn't ponder on it.  I definitely wished I would of thanked her for not telling anyone, but I guess in the back of my mind I was hoping she really didn't see my wet pants.  Yea right.
           

The End