History and Experiences of Steven Flood - Part 1

    I trace my current interests in diapers and plastic pants back to when I
was an actual "BEDWETTER" during all of my childhood and a good part of
adolescence. My chronic bedwetting problem from ages 8 to 13 was a most
difficult time period and the impact it has had on my life has been very
profound.
    On a purely fantasy level, I started to really become interested in
diapers and plastic pants after puberty and around the age of 14. I imagine a
lot of AB's had their first wet orgasms in wet beds or while wearing diapers
and plastic pants! This is exactly how it happened to me. I was in the eighth
grade and 13 years old at the time.
    During this age, I was wetting my bed on average about one to two times
per week. I had only recently outgrown the diaper pants and plastic pants I
was required to wear as a youngster. The only other nighttime protection to
guard against my naughty bedwetting accidents was a very noisy plastic sheet.
On one particular morning, and after having awaken to yet another wet bed, I
did notice that something was different this time. There inside my piss soaked
underpants was a bulging boyish erection that badly needed attention.
    That morning, I accidentally stumbled upon masturbation as I found it most
pleasurable rubbing my hard young boyhood through the warm wet underpants and
firmly against the wet sheets. The plastic sheet underneath the bedsheet
crinkled and cracked as my body began rhythmically gyrating back and forth
against the wet sheets and hard plastic covered mattress. This rapid back and
forth, back and forth motion finally gave way to one of the most incredible
sensations I had ever before experienced. What was this strange sensation? For
the first time in my life, my young boyhood began rapidly firing spurts of a
white milky substance. Boy did it feel good! But what had I stumbled into so
innocently?
    Before this orgasmic experience, bedwetting had always been something
which was very shameful, naughty, and secretive in my life. At this age,
bedwetting was not fun and it was most inconvenient. The shame and secrecy
accompanying this naughty babyish habit was almost too much to bear. I did
everything possible to keep my frequent wet nights from family and friends
while growing up, but there were numerous occasions where my secret got out.
    From that orgasm onward, "BEDWETTING" did begin to take on a new meaning
in my life and I began to experience enormous pleasure from jerking my young
boyhood off while in wet pants and bed. Around age 14 I tried making homemade
diapers out of terry towels and used plastic trash bags to simulate plastic
baby pants.
    With many future jerk-off sessions occurring in a wet bed or while
fantasizing about this subject, what had once been something very painful in
my life was slowly but surely becoming transformed into an association with
extreme pleasure. Each and every orgasm to follow that first one, would only
help to positively reinforce my new found fetish for bedwetting, diapers, and
plastic pants!
    As I look back on it now, it was most unfortunate that I began bedwetting
less and less late in my 13th year. Outgrowing bedwetting did seem to occur
simultaneously with the onset of puberty.
    I find the origins of a persons interest in diapers to be a most
fascinating topic of discussion. How did you develop your interests in this
area? It is because of my actual experiences as a bedwetter as a youngster,
that today at 30 years old going on 13 again, my ultimate fantasy is to a
thickly diapered bed and pants wetter who is humiliated, disciplined, spanked,
and punished for his naughty babyish behavior! When I have the free time I
like to wear diapers and plastic pants to bed, sleep on a noisy plastic sheet,
and wet my diapers and bedsheets during the night. Although it gets a little
uncomfortable, I don't even mind sleeping on wet sheets the whole night
through either. Because I sleep on a water bed, the heater keeps the wet bed
sheets at a more comfortable temperature than the wet, cold, clammy sheets I
slept on as a youngster. If I want to make it more comfortable, I will wear
thick cloth diapers which are waterproofed by a heavy pair of rubber pants
over them, too!

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 2

    BEDWETTING!!! What an absolutely shameful, humiliating, and babyish thing
for a 13 year old to do! Between the ages of 8 through 13, I can vividly
remember having to sleep on top of a very noisy PLASTIC SHEET that crinkled
and cracked with but the slightest movement.
    A plastic sheet on any young boy's bed is a very strong symbol of his
continued babyhood, and it also continually makes the rude announcement to
everyone who comes near it, that a pee pants occupies the bed! The same noisy
plastic sheet was on my twin youth bed for many years and over time it became
very brittle and made much louder cracking noises from all the repeated
bedwettings that had occurred on it.
    Sleeping on top of that ridiculously noisy plastic sheet night after night
was also a constant reminder to me that I had a chronic "BEDWETTING PROBLEM!"
The plastic sheet slowly began developing several holes in it. I didn't want
to bring the humiliating subject of needing a new plastic sheet, so I decided
to try and hide it from my mom. I did try my best to repair the plastic with
duct tape. Without my knowledge, the tape repair job failed and my nightly
bedwetting accidents were slowly seeping through the openings and saturating
my mattress below.
    My mom discovered this situation one day and said, "Steven, you should
have asked me to get you another plastic sheet. Now take your mattress outside
to air out in the sun this instant." Having this happen at 12 years old did
nothing to boost my self esteem and you can imagine how degraded I felt as I
had to drag my piss soaked and yellow stained evidence outside for the world
to see. Of course my mattress was already ruined, but I wasn't about to get a
new one and would have to live with the incriminating stained evidence for
several more years to come. It was made plain to me that my mattress would not
be replace until I had completely outgrown the bedwetting habit. Years after,
I can still remember seeing my old piss stained mattress up in the attic from
time to time and it always bought back the memories of my bedwetting days.
    There were several neighborhood kids who were close to my age during this
time, and I felt certain that they would see my urine soaked mattress drying
outside and would quickly spread the word that, "Steven is a Bedwetter". Would
they tell my other classmates at school? Would I be ridiculed and humiliated?
Would they discover my special bedwetter pants and plastic sheets? These
questions haunted my mind and I felt the shame of my problem.

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 3

    Back in my prepubescent years, when I was around 12 years old, I can
remember playing outside one day. I have a sister Patty who is 2 1/2 years
older than me, and on this particular day I was doing my usual horsing around
and was aggravating her. Patty made it quite obvious that she wanted to be
left alone as she and her friend Kelly sat in the hammock and talked. I simply
pushed her to hard and Patty got so furious with me that she went on a wild
rampage. She knew what would hurt me the most and decided to unleash it on
that afternoon. She turned to Kelly and said mockingly, "Did you know that my
brother Stevie still Wets the Bed?" I couldn't believe my ears and at that
moment felt about 2 feet tall. My face turned bright red and I wanted to crawl
in a hole and die. Cruelly, she and her friend laughed and laughed as I
quickly removed myself from the area. I went off by myself and cried and cried
and could only wonder what questions Kelly might be asking my sister after !
that . Does Steven wet the bed every night? Does he wear diapers? What's it
like when you go on trips? Would Patty tell her that I wore special night
pants and slept on a plastic sheet as well?
    From the ages of 8 to 12, I did wear special night pants designed to
handle a young boy's bedwetting problem. My night pants were very similar to
cotton pull-on training pants made for toddlers with one difference. My
bedwetter pants were so thick you would have to put at least five pairs of
toddler training pants together to equal the thickness of one pair of mine.
These bedwetter pants or diaper pants as I sometimes like to call them were
something that over time I became attached to. They did provide a great deal
of security and were actually kind of comfortable to wear as well.
    I often wondered years after I had outgrown bedwetting where my mom had
purchased these special diaper pants. Another AB friend sent me a picture of a
pair of bedwetter pants from a SEARS catalog and they looked very much like
the same pants I had worn as a youngster.
    Although I was never taken to a medical supply store to be fitted for
diapers or rubber pants as a youngster, I do now fantasize about this very
scenario. How embarrassing to have your own mother take you into a store and
in front of all the sales people and customers announce, "My 12 year old is a
Bedwetter! Do you have any diapers and rubber pants large enough to fit him?"
And, "He is a very heavy nighttime wetter so please give him the very thickest
cloth diapers you have available!" Also, "Can my boy try these diapers and
rubber pants on right now so we make sure he gets the right size?"
    Back to reality (I can dream can't I?). Mom made sure I was well equipped
with several pairs of "Diaper Pants" and remember wearing them nightly and
without complaint. From all the laundering they received over the years, the
thick 100% cotton pull-on pants became very soft and were extremely
comfortable to wear. I developed a special fondness for them.
    Today I wear DPF's training pants as they are the closest thing I have
ever been able to find that resemble the special night pants I wore as a
youngster. I try to wear thick training pants to bed whenever I can, and use a
soaker diaper stuffed inside with a pair of plastic pants over top. I've found
that this combination will most often contain my heavy wettings, but
occasionally some of the accident will leak at the leg and waist openings of
the plastic pants and soak my bedsheets as well. Often times this situation
will become uncomfortable during the night. But then, Bedwetters shouldn't be
made comfortable now should they?

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 4

    You will notice that I often make references to rubber pants and rubber
sheets in my writings. I grew up during the years when plastic pants and
plastic sheets were popular. I do like using the words rubber and plastic
interchangeable, however, because both are such great words!
    As a fourth grader and 10 years old, an incident happened that I will
never forget. One afternoon, my mom came to the principals office and had me
excused from the rest of classes that day. I didn't know what was up but can
remember going to the doctors office which I had never liked. Little did I
know but I was going to the doctors to have my chronic bedwetting problem
diagnosed. After a complete examination of my private area the doctor met with
my mom while I was made to wait in another room. We were then sent to a
hospital around the corner supposedly to have more examinations. I was told by
the nurse to strip off all clothing including underpants and was handed a
paper bathrobe to put on. I was put underneath the x-ray machines and several
pictures were taken. I felt so exposed laying on the table in such a skimpy
outfit as I was most modest at that age and didn't like having to take my
clothes off in front of others. After the x-rays I was told to put my clothes
back on and get ready to go home with my mom.
    A few days later my mom met the doctor again privately and she later told
me that the doctor had found there was nothing medically wrong with me that
could explain the bedwetting and that it was something I would simply outgrow
later. I wondered how much later! Even at that age I was concerned that I
would never be able to marry because of my bedwetting.
    After all the examinations, I did notice my mom was trying a few new
things to try and get me to stop wetting the bed. This was probably advice she
received from the doctor although I don't know who else she may have been
asking advice for my condition. Anyway, one night while I was fast asleep my
mom came into my room and tried waking me up to take me to the bathroom to use
the toilet. Half asleep I was marched into the bathroom. Thank goodness no
lights were turned on as I'm sure that would really been most disturbing. My
mom helped me remove my bedwetter pants to my ankles and then had me lean over
the toilet as she poured a glass of cold water over my young boy cock to make
me pee. Some nights the cold water would make me piss, but on many occasions
nothing at all would come out. My bedwetter pants were pulled back up to my
waist and I was tucked back into bed. Regardless of whether I had been able to
pee in the toilet or not, the next morning would arrive and the ! results
would usually be the same. Another WET BED!!!

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 5

    Mom was clearly getting quite frustrated with my babyish bedwetting habit
and it only got worse the older I got. One evening while I was brushing my
teeth before bed, I remember my mom bringing a super large pair of plastic
pants into the bathroom. These particular pants were much larger than super
large toddler baby pants, and I wondered where she had found a pair so big. At
the time, I was only wearing a Tshirt and of course a pair of my favorite
thick diaper pants. To my horror mom said, "Steven, I am sick and tired of all
the extra laundry your bedwetting problem has been causing and you really
don't seem to be trying very hard to give it up. It is useless for you to
continue to wear those cotton night pants without wearing a pair of these
waterproof pants overtop."
    My mother held the baby pants in front of my face and stretched the
waistband wide open while saying, "From now on young man, you will be wearing
these RUBBER PANTS to bed at night." I was shocked and felt so ashamed at the
announcement and the graphic display of my new rubberized prison! I remember
the complete shame of this scene as I was made to step into the rubber pants
one leg opening at a time. The baby pants were pulled up overtop my cotton
night pants and I felt and looked like a two year old toddler and not the 9
year old I actually was at the time. As my mom started to leave the room she
uttered one more hard to swallow sentence, "And I better not catch you out of
your rubber pants during the night young man. Until you can prove to me that
you are a big boy and can awake and use the toilet you will just have to get
used to it!"
    More than anything else having to do with bedwetting, having to wear those
shameful rubber pants was always the ultimate badge of infancy! I absolutely
abhorred wearing rubber pants mainly for this reason, but there were other
reasons as well. On that hot summer night and after having been humiliated in
such a manner, I reluctantly got into bed clad only in a diaper and rubber
pants. I found the baby attire to be most uncomfortable as the elastic at the
waist and leg openings of the rubber pants gripped my skin very tightly. I
definitely did not like it!
    Although I never minded having to wear the special pull-on cotton night
pants, I always felt humiliated when I was made to wear the rubber pants
overtop them. Nor did I completely understand that the night pants were pretty
much useless without the necessary waterproof protection. Not only were the
rubber pants noisy, but they became even more unbearable as the night went on.
Since there was no air movement inside this tightly sealed rubber envelope,
steam would built up and the cotton diaper pants would become moist and soggy
all by themselves even without my usual wettings. Anyone whose worn a pair of
rubber pants on a hot summer night can relate to exactly what I'm talking
about.
    The rubber pants had supposedly been introduced to cut down on the
laundry, but I wonder if another motive was to try and shame me out of the
chronic bedwetting habit with them as well. Much to my displeasure, from age 9
to 11, I can remember my mom stocking my dresser drawers with several pairs of
the hated rubber pants! Reluctantly, I would put them on just so my mom could
see me in them before bedtime. But most of the time, after I was under the
covers for the night, I would slip my rubber pants off and sleep in only the
cotton diaper pants. Of course the next morning would inevitably arrive, and
the results would always be the same; a pair of soaking wet cotton pull-on
bedwetter pants, a soaking wet T-shirt, and a soaking wet bed!
    My practice of leaving the diaper pants on at night would help in soaking
up some of the nights wetting, but they were pretty ineffective without the
necessary waterproof protection overtop. Today, when I look back on it I
really wish I had been more obedient and worn my baby pants each and every
night as I had been told. Alot of additional laundry could have been avoided
and I would have gotten to experience the feeling of more SHAME and
HUMILIATION as a result. I really feel I should be punished now for my
disobedience as a youngster. What do you think?

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 6

    Unfortunately I cannot remember being SPANKED FOR BEDWETTING as a child,
but I can remember a couple of occasions where I was spanked by my mom because
I had disobeyed her and had not worn rubber pants over top my diaper pants
during the night. At this tender age, I received absolutely no pleasure from
her spankings and the humiliation and pain that accompanied the bottom
warming! A typical punishment with my getting spanked would go something like
this; "Take your trousers down to your ankles young man." Then she would grab
the waist band of my underpants and slip these down around my ankles as well.
Bare-assed and naked she would say, "You are being punished for disobeying me
and you must wear your rubber pants to bed as long as you continue to wet it!"
I found the leather belt she used to be most unpleasant and the pain seemed to
sharpen with each slap against my bare buttocks. Although this punishment was
usually done in private I know my brothers and sisters must have known what
was going on as I'm sure they could hear my cries.
    The bedroom I was sleeping in during this time was very large and was
shared with two older sisters. They occupied one half of the room, and since
we lived in the same quarters, they of course knew I was still wetting the bed
and was wearing special night pants. On many nights when I was underneath the
covers I would sneak my rubber pants off and sleep only in the thick cotton
padded night pants. Of course I was being disobedient by doing this, but it
was much too uncomfortable to wear rubber pants!
    It never failed, however, as sometime during the night I would WET THE
BED! The next morning would arrive and I would try my best to hide the piss
soaked diaper pants and sheets in one of my bottom dresser drawers behind lots
of other clothing. I always hoped I could later retrieve the incriminating
evidence and use the washing machine in private while no one else was in the
house. No matter how hard I tried, mom always seemed to find my secret hiding
places, and when she did she would hit the roof!
    She really did have an extraordinary sense of smell and probably used it
to sniff down my wet sheets and diapers. You probably don't find most ten year
old boys doing their own laundry, but I mastered this task during my
bedwetting years. I wanted to wash my own clothes and bedding just so my mom
couldn't figure out just how often I was wetting the bed and of course so she
wouldn't be able to humiliate me!
    Due to the impact of the BEDWETTING PROBLEM, I became more introverted as
a child and young teen, and would take ever precaution possible to assure that
this most embarrassing babyish problem was kept a secret. To my knowledge only
my parents, brothers, sisters, and a few other relatives knew about my secret
nighttime bedwettings! As the years pasted a few other individuals certainly
discovered the secret, much to my chagrin. I declined almost every offer to
spend the night at friends houses and the few invitations I did accept I would
always later regret because they usually resulted in one of my infamous
unplanned nighttime accidents! Gosh, if only I had worn the necessary
bedwetter protection (diapers with heavy duty rubber pants) during these
embarrassing accidents.

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 7

    As I was last relating, I pretty much tried to keep the bedwetting thing a
secret growing up. One exception to my not spending nights over at friend's
houses was an occasional sleep over at my aunt's house while visiting my
cousin, John. On one particular sleepover when I was 12, I made sure not to
drink too much before bed time as I was still wetting the bed at least three
to four nights a week at this time. I slept in the guest bedroom and was a
little concerned when I didn't see the mattress protected with a rubber sheet.
Like an idiot, I forgot to bring my bedwetting pants. Still, since I hadn't
drank much that night, I felt the odds of having a dry night would be pretty
good.
    The next morning arrived and Uh Oh!!! I will give you three guesses as to
who "Wet the Bed!" I awoke at 5 A.M. to this horror and was very uncomfortable
sleeping in wet underpants, T-shirt, and in a cold and completely piss soaked
bed! My naughty boyish accident had gone right through the sheeting and had
completely saturated my aunt's guest mattress. How was I ever going to explain
to my aunt and cousin why I was still wetting my bed like a baby and at 12
years old!
    Instead of telling them about my bed-wetting episode, I decided to try and
keep it a secret. After bundling up the wet sheets and clothing into a pile I
took my blow dryer out and proceeded to dry out the mattress. Believe me, this
was not the first time I had used a hair dryer for this purpose. After 30
minutes of hot blown heat, you can imagine the ammonia smell that was
permeating the room. I opened a window to help air the room out.
    Somehow later that morning I did manage to wash the sheets and clothing in
my aunt's washing machine and dryer and was able to get them back on the bed
without anyone finding out about it. Can you imagine how secretive I was
having to be to pull a feat like this off?
    Although my aunt never mentioned it to me, it must have been obvious to
her what I had done in her guest bed as the next time I was invited over to
spend the night, a rubber sheet had been placed on my bed. Even though my aunt
never expressed her displeasure at my naughty bedwetting episode, the rubber
sheet said it everything. They say a picture tells a 1000 words! So does a
rubber sheet on a young boy's bed!
    The next in my aunt's guest bed, I awoke to a dry bed, but just having the
noisy rubber sheet beneath me all night and hearing it crinkle and crack each
time I rolled over, continually reminding me of the fact that I really was
nothing more than a pants pissing bedwetting 12 year old boy!

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 8

    On the rare occasions when I did have friends over to my house, I always
tried to keep them out of my bedroom for fear that might discover my naughty
bedwetting habit! Once at age 13, I remember my best friend David coming over
to my house and both of us being in my room one afternoon. David sat down on
my bed before I could stop him, and the plastic sheet covering the mattress
crinkled and cracked horribly! It was obvious that a "BEDWETTER" occupied the
bed. David looked at me rather awkwardly and I could see him silently
chuckling to himself. He had just stumbled upon one of my deepest and most
private secrets.
    It may have only been a coincidence, but about one week before, David and
I had been in our eighth grade class with about 45 other boys when the subject
of bedwetting was discussed. We attended a private Catholic school together
and were in a sex education class when this incident occurred. I don't really
remember how the conversation got started, but someone asked a question and
the teacher responded by telling the group that statistics proved that about
3% to 4% of boys in the 12 to 13 year old age group still wet their beds! He
furthermore explained that there were probably a couple of boys in our very
class who were still wetting their beds at night also!
    Talk about a topic that was too close for comfort! This subject was right
up my alley and I was definitely in the 3% to 4% statistic the teacher had
just made reference to. As you are aware, boys in this particular age group
can be very cruel to other boys, especially if they discover that one of their
peers is a sissy bedwetter!
    Looking back on this particular day I now fantasize about the
possibilities that could have potentially developed. After the teacher
finished with his dissertation on bedwetting, he signals me out and calls me
to stand in front of the class. My face is beet red and my heart racing a
hundred miles a minute for fear of what might happen. When I reached the
teachers desk he pulls a pair of my bedwetting pants out of a drawer and holds
them up opening them wide so the rest of the class can see. At the sight of
these very large training pants, many giggles and much laughter can be heard
throughout the room.
    The teacher says, "Steven, your mom and I have been having a little talk
and I know all about your chronic bedwetting problem. How does it feel to be
13 year old and still wearing these baby pants to bed each night?" At this
comment the room breaks out in unbelievably loud laughter and the teacher has
to yell and pound his fist on the desk just to get the class to come back to
order.
    The teacher then presents me with a T-shirt that he and my mom had
designed especially for me. On the front of the Tshirt were two words branded
in big black letters; "DIAPER BOY." The teacher tells me to take my shirt off
and after I do he slips the new one over my head and adjusts it at the waist.
He orders me to remove my trousers and underpants. Still being prepubescent
and very shy, I am most humiliated at being exposed to my peers in this
manner. The teacher holds my very familiar thick white cotton pull-on night
pants in front of me and has me step into them one leg opening at a time. He
then produces a super large pair of pink plastic baby pants and pulls them up
overtop the thickly padded night pants. A pacifiers is strapped into my mouth
and I am made to sit on top of his desk in the front of the class.
    The teacher says, "Boys, this is how we punish a 13 year sissy bedwetter!
Now Steven will remain in this baby attire for the rest of classes this
afternoon. We expect that when we leave here today he will have wet his pants
just like the good diaper boy we know him to be!"
    Everyone then gets a chance to add to this most humiliating punishment
when the teacher takes off his leather belt and tells the class, "We all know
that 13 year old sissy pants pissing bedwetting babies needs to be
disciplined! Now who wants to be the first to administer the appropriate
bedwetter spankings?"
    At that point almost every hand in the room is raised high. The teacher
gleaming with delight, has all the boys stand in a line in front of me as he
pulls my diaper pants to my ankles and has me touch my toes. He says, "Take
your time and make the belt sting, everyone will get a chance to spank our
naughty pants pisser!

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 9

    On one occasion, our seventh grade class went on a retreat for the
weekend. Our class was coed and they split the boys and girls into two groups
and each group was sent to a different retreat site on Friday afternoon. The
boys site was in the mountains of West Virginia, about a 2 1/2 hour drive from
metropolitan Washington D.C.
    I was very fearful of going on a trip like this because of my frequent
bedwetting during this age. However, I don't really recall being given a
choice on attending or not. When we arrived at the retreat site, our leader
separated the 30 or more 12 year old boys into two groups. Group one got cabin
A, and group two got cabin B. I was assigned to group B, and we were told to
go to our cabins, choose a bunk, make our beds, and leave our belongings in
our rooms. After that we would all go back to the main hall for orientation.
    The idea of sleeping in a cabin with other boys my own age was not high on
my priority list. I knew there was a distinct possibility I might WET THE BED!
If I did wet and was discovered, I would become the laughing stock of the
class. I still wore bedwetter pants at this age, but chose not to bring them
on this particular trip because I definitely did not want to be caught with
them on or in my possession!
    Fortunately, when we got to our cabin I was able to secure one of the
lower bunk beds. After removing the bedspread I could see that the mattress
had no waterproof protector on it and I would have to use my own. Before I
left home, I packed an approximately 3' x 4' rubber sheet so I could protect
the mattress just in case of an accident. I figured that when no one was
looking I would be able to slip the rubber sheet between the regular sheets
and mattress!
    I made up the bed that evening but kept the rubber sheet hidden in my
pillow case. I figured after everyone was asleep that night, I would be able
to slip the rubber sheet over top the mattress. We went to the main hall for
orientation, and did not arrive back to the cabin until 10:00 P.M. We were
told lights were to be out in a 1/2 hour as we had a busy day ahead of us.
When soft drinks were offered around 8:00 that evening, I declined as I wanted
to do everything in my power to prevent another unplanned bedwetting accident!
    After the lights went out I can remember laying on my back on top of the
mattress and noticing how squeaky the metal framed bunk beds were when my
other classmates moved around. Slipping the rubber sheet under my sheets and
on top of the mattress might be more difficult then originally planned. I had
to stay awake more that a 1/2 hour after the lights went out just so I could
feel confident enough that all the other boys were asleep and I could make my
move without being discovered.
    I pulled the rubber sheet out from underneath my pillow case and stretched
it out and inserted it between the bottom sheet and the mattress. Finally, I
could go to sleep for the night and only hope that this would be one of my dry
nights! I was elated the next morning to awake to dry underpants, T-shirt, and
bed! Only one more night to go and I would be home free.
    Saturday's activities were very rigorous. The retreat directors kept the
program moving along at a fast pace. We had enough free time for exploring the
woods and even built a large bonfire that evening. I still made sure not to
drink too much before bedtime. My last soda was around 7:00 P.M. When it was
bedtime, I used the bathroom and was able to piss in the toilet which made me
feel pretty good.
    The rubber sheet was already in place on top of the mattress because I
decided I would leave it there from the previous night. I was exhausted and
fell asleep almost immediately. To my horror I was awaken at before sunrise
and to a freshly wet bed. If my classmates ever found out I would never hear
the end of it. As I lay in my wet underpants and partially wet T-shirt I
wondered how I would be able to keep it all a secret. I knew all my movements
would have to be kept to a minimum or I might risk waking someone up. I
reached into my duffel bag and pulled out a dry pair of underpants and Tshirt
along with a large towel. I put the towel on top of the wet spot on the sheets
and removed my wet clothing and changed into the dry stuff. My wet things were
balled up tightly and stowed in my duffel bag.
    I couldn't go back to sleep after having just wet the bed, so I lied on
top of the bed for the hour and my mind was tormented with the naughty thing I
had done in my bed that night. Why at age 12 was I still doing what babies do?
I had to be very secretive the next morning to make sure no one would discover
my shameful bedwetting episode. Fortunately when everyone arose that morning
there was a lot of commotion in the room and I was able to bundle all my
sheets up, remove them from the bed, and stuff them into the duffel bag
without much notice. Needless to say, I was much relieved that my secret
wasn't discovered and I had escaped being humiliated further with ridicule
from my classmates!

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 10

    Since my first jerk-off session to a climax happened at age 13 while in
wet diapers and a wet bed, I would often later try to repeat that first
experience. When I was 14 years old, and after having pretty much outgrown
accidental bedwetting, I can remember some pretty slippery situations that
developed during my masturbation sessions. First, I would put on I at least 6
to 10 pairs of regular underpants over top each other to try and simulate the
thickness of the special night pants I had worn only a couple of years before.
Then I would use a plastic trash bag and step into it to create leg openings.
The trash bag would be pulled up over top the thick padded underpants to
create a waterproof homemade rubber pant!
    Then came the fun part. I would fill several water balloons up with warm
water and slip them between my skin and the thick padding of the homemade
night pants. I would lay down on the bed and slip my hand inside my underpants
to prick small holes in the water balloons. I was always so very excited
during these jerk-off sessions and while the warm water from the balloons
leaked into my padded underpants, I acted like I was asleep and was actually
bedwetting again. My young manhood was always so firm and erect during these
times, and the sensations I got as I rocked back and forth against the plastic
sheeted mattress were incredible!
    As a chronic bedwetter from 8 to 13 year old, it was always a common
occurrence for me to wake up to wet sheets, wet underpants, and with a wet
T-shirt on. Even when I would do as my mom instructed and wore my padded night
pants with a pair of rubber pants, the waterproof pants would often times leak
at the leg and waist openings leaving me in an extremely wet bed. I was a
heavy nighttime wetter so I'm sure this was to be expected.
    Anyway, when I later discovered the water balloon trick at age 14, I
actually liked it when my homemade rubber pants would leak and my bedsheets
would become soaked as well. Sometimes after the bed was soaked, I would fill
more balloons and prick them with holes just to make the bed even more wet.
Sometimes it was very close to becoming a swimming pool.
    Masturbating on wet sheets and with thick padded cloth underpants on was
not at all unusual to me and it actually made me feel like I was once again a
"naughty bed-wetting" boy! The warm wet sheets and soft cloth underpants
provided a very firm teenage erection with the necessary lubrication for some
real slippery fun! I would rock back and forth against the mattress with my
hard young boyhood through the homemade bedwetter and rubber pants and against
the mattress until I would final cum to a momentous climax! Its no wonder I
developed these strong fetishes for diapers, plastic pants, and bedwetting
today as even as early as age 13 I was being so positively reinforced with
pleasure each and every orgasm that was to follow.
    Somewhere early on in this experimentation, I introduced a leather belt
into this play time. After the water balloons leaked, I would pull my pants
down to my knees, and while laying stomach down on the bed, would reach behind
with the belt to give myself much deserved "Bedwetter Spankings!" Can you
imagine a 14 year old actually having to spank himself since there was no one
else would do it for him? I really wished I could have been spanked by someone
else at the time. Even at the age of 14, I still very much felt the shame from
my bedwetting years and desired to be humiliated, spanked, and punished for it!

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 11

    My next experience into this new scene was very embarrassing and happened
at age 14. I was really beginning to have strong desires to find "DIAPER
PANTS" made for big boys. I wanted to find a pair of thickly padded 100%
cotton pull-on pants with a pair of large plastic pants just like I was made
to wear as an 8 to 12 year old. So on one particular Saturday morning I
ventured off to a discount store a couple of miles from our house. Without
delay I headed right for the baby section trying to take note of all the
various items there while at the same time trying to make it seem like I
wasn't really interested in case someone was looking at me. I finally picked
out two pair of the largest toddler "Rubber Pants" (they were sized Extra
Super Large) available and went to the check out line and put them on the
counter behind a couple of other regular items I was purchasing so as to try
and hide them.
    A line was quick to form behind me and it was at that point that the
cashier in training faced me so I could see her. Unfortunately for me, it
turned out to be Sharon, a previous classmate of mine from the eighth grade.
At first Sharon looked straight at me and asked how I was doing without even
noticing what I had just put down on the counter. Once she saw the baby pants,
however, she picked them up and looked at me and said, "Are these extra super
large rubber baby pants for you Steven?!" I felt about the size of a small
toddler after she made that comment and was sure that my secret diaper and
rubber pant fetish would certainly leak out. At this time I thought I was the
only one in the world with such oddities. My face turned beet red and I
stumbled for a few words to try an say in retaliation. All I could think of at
the time was that I was purchasing them for my sisters child. What a poor
excuse but it was all I could think of. Why else would I be purchasing rubber
pants?
    Sharon and I did attend different high schools so I could only hope this
incident would blow over with time and she wouldn't tell anyone I knew and
would maybe just forget about it. I'm sure you can understand that all I
wanted to do after this humiliation was to leave as quickly as I had come in.
Maybe what I experienced was only a bad dream. Not! It was of course no dream
and Sharon had actually guessed right the first time. The extra super large
baby pants were for me. I bet she never could have imagined that later that
afternoon I would go to the privacy of my own room, undress, and jerk-off in
them! Although the pants were very large, they were much too small for a 120
pound 14 year old boy, and the waterproof pants were most tight as I struggled
to pull them up my legs and over top my bulging boyish erection. With them
snugly in place I jacked myself off to a climax that was most exhilarating,
but I knew I would soon have to find a larger pair which would be the right
fit.
    Although I did find this to have been a most humiliating experience at the
time, I now look back on this true story with fond memories and only wish the
story could have continued into a fantasy where Sharon uses this incident to
blackmail me into her very own BEDWETTING DIAPER SLAVE! I need to give this
some consideration and work on a story along these lines some day!

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 12

    It wasn't until the beginning of my sophomore year of high school that I
first began noticing magazine advertisements for hygienic pants that would
help stop, "WET BEDS." The terms incontinence and enuresis were both new to
me. I can remember how excited I was when I saw my first incontinent pant
advertisement in a Parade magazine one Sunday afternoon. The diaper pant
described in the advertisement claimed that it was used quite successfully by
many children and adults. The ad specifically mentioned that this product was
ideal in treating childhood bedwetting problems. Pictured on the advertisement
were a sketch of a man, woman, and boy, and all were wearing a pair of the
incontinent pants.
    I will never forget going to our local post office and purchasing a money
order for a pair of these diaper pants. I couldn't have the package shipped to
my house for fear of discovery, so I managed to arrange for the package to be
sent to the post office. I had to fabricate a story the postal lady would buy,
so I told her that I was getting a gift for my mothers birthday and I didn't
want my mom to see the package in our mail box because it was to be a
surprise. The kind lady thought it was so nice of me to do this for my mother,
and she gladly agreed to accept delivery of the package at the post office on
my behalf. It took about 2 weeks before it arrived, and I must have worn the
postal lady out with all my phone calls during the second week to see if it
was there yet. Luckily for me, when the package did arrive, it was in a very
discrete brown covered envelope, so the contents were not easily detectable.
    You can only imagine what an absolutely thrilling time this was for me,
and the anticipation I felt upon opening up my first pair of incontinent pants
was immense. The new garment consisted of two items and it came with
directions on how to set it up. I put the thick cloth diaper soaker pad into
the separate plastic diaper cover as was instructed. The reusable diaper cover
was very similar in design to a disposable diaper and even had Velcro tabs at
each side for easy fastening. Once assembled, I lied the diaper on the bed and
my young boyhood immediately came to full attention! I then lied down on top
of the diaper and pulled it up on each side and securely strapped myself into
it. I remember standing up with the bulky diaper on and seeing myself in the
mirror for the first time and thinking how similar I looked to an overgrown
toddler!
    I loved the feel of the thick diaper against my skin, and especially how
the plastic outer covering felt as I rubbed my hands back and forth over it.
It felt good rubbing my crotch area in this manner and in knowing that my
young teenage erection was safely protected underneath! Being one for a little
adventure, I wanted to see what it would be like to go a little public with my
diapers on. So I grabbed a pair of loose fitting sweat pants, pulled them up
over top the diapers, and then put a T-shirt on. My mom was in the kitchen
preparing dinner while my younger brothers were in the recreation room
watching television when this was occurring. I felt totally naughty as I
walked from my bedroom down the hallway to the recreation room. If one really
studied it, they would know something was up from all the added bulk
concentrated in my crotch area and underneath the sweat pants. Also, a slight
rustling noise could be heard from the diaper pants with each step taken.
    Needless to say, I was very self conscious about being in such a diapered
state and also with the fear that I might be discovered. Still, I did manage
to make it to the recreation room and was able to sit in one of the couches
behind my brothers without them apparently noticing. With my brothers absorbed
in their television show, I sat quietly on the couch admiring the thick bulk
beneath the sweat pants. When I heard my mom scream from the next room that
dinner would be ready in 15 minutes, I knew my little adventure was about to
come to an end. I would need to retrace my steps back to the bedroom quickly,
then remove my clothing and secret diapers, and change back into regular
clothes for dinner. I would also need to find a quick and secure hiding place
for the new diaper pants! I must admit that going out into the open with
diapers on underneath my clothes was a thrilling new experience, but at the
same time it did make me extremely nervous.
    Later, while in the private confines of my bedroom, I had time to
completely test the diaper pants, and found that when I was laying in bed and
would wet on purpose, some of my piss would leak out. This particular
incontinent pant did not have elastic leg and waist openings and it was a
major engineering flaw with the product. If I had been actually bedwetting at
this age, and in true need of these pants, I'm sure I would have given up on
them early on just because of the annoying leakage problem. Still, I did enjoy
the diaper pants very much and was both excited by them and also further
positively reinforced with each and every climax that was enjoyed while
fantasizing and jerking-off!

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 13

    When I was 16 years old, I started having much stronger desires for
DIAPERS and RUBBER PANTS! During this time, I was beginning to discover that
drug stores carried incontinent supplies. What started at this point was what
would become an over 10 year hobby and fascination with looking through the
incontinent section of any drug or medical store I stumbled upon. Most
incontinent sections are usually somewhere in the back section of the store
and I always try to play nonchalantly that I was searching for something else
while what I was really after were some authentic diapers and rubber pants!
    Being a rather shy boy and one who embarrasses very easily, I always felt
so self-conscious when in these situations. In a fantasy realm, I desperately
desire to be publicly exposed, humiliated, and made to suffer the consequences
of my naughty BEDWETTING. Diaper domination and discipline if very much a part
of these fantasies. Of course real life is a somewhat different story, however.
    Once during my 16th year I can remember watching Johnny Carson one evening
and he had a guest on that night that talked about a new book he had read by
Sheri Hite entitled, "Men in Love." Johnny's guest thought one of the parts in
it was so ridiculously funny and told the audience, "Can you actually believe
that there are guys in this book who actually get-off by dressing up in
diapers?" Wow! I had never heard of this before and prior to this television
show I thought I was the only one in the world with this peculiarity. That
there was a possibility of others with diaper interests like me was quite a
revelation. I could hardly wait for the next day to arrive so I could go to
the store to find the book Johnny's guest had mentioned.
    "Men in Love" was a best seller at the time and it had many different
subjects dealing primarily with what turns males on sexually. In the chapter
entitled, "Watersports," there were two men in different letters that shared
their secret fetishes for diapers and rubber pants. They told about how
diapers and rubber pants aroused them sexually. At the end of one of the guys
stories, he made the comment, "...I'm sure that catalogue mail order companies
like Sears must sell quite a few incontinent pants to other adults with diaper
fetishes as well."
    Guess what catalog I began to check out that afternoon?

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 14

    After reading Sheri Hites "Men in Love", my eyes were opened to the
possibilities of Sear's being a source for incontinent supplies. So I went
right down to Sears that same afternoon and browsed through their mail order
catalog. In the index in bold print was just what I was looking for, "ADULT
DIAPERS," page 155. Sears offered a wide assortment of pull-on and snap-on
incontinent pants that were made out of vinyl and you could order cloth liners
separately that would snap into their briefs. They also offered adult diapers
both disposable and reusable.
    I placed my first order over the phone and was told I would be able to
pick it up within only 5 days. Anxiously I awaited for the phone call from
Sears to tell me my order had arrived. At the time, Sear's had a system
whereby you were given a bin number according to your last name and phone
number. With the number of the bin written on the invoice the customer was
sent down the aisles to pick up their order from the bin. As I walked down the
aisles I did pay special attention to the fact that most of the other customer
orders were already wrapped up and put into bags, but when I got to my bin, my
rubber pants and reusable adult diapers were not wrapped up at all. The person
responsible for getting the orders together must have thought it would be kind
of cute to keep the items unwrapped so as to embarrass the purchaser went they
had to take the items to the cashier for check-out.
    Here I was a 16 year old boy who was totally embarrassed having to
purchase rubber pants and diapers from a perfect stranger. The cashier gave me
a funny look and asked me to make sure I had received all of the following as
they appeared on my invoice;

    3 - ADULT DIAPERS, BIRDSEYE TRIPLE PLY     $ 34.95
    1 - INCONTINENT BRIEFS, SNAP-ON SIZE LARGE $ 14.95
    1 - INCONTINENT BRIEFS, PULL-ON SIZE LARGE $ 14.95

    I agreed that all the items were there and signed the invoice, paid for
the purchase and quickly disappeared out the back door and drove my parents
car home.
    As the years past, I order my share of vinyl incontinent pants and other
supplies from Sear's as they were one of the only sources for these type adult
products I knew of at the time. I did, however, still yearn for a pair of
pull-on style cloth diaper pants and a pair of waterproof plastic pants like
those that I wore as an 8 to 12 year old.
    The adult diapers from Sear's were made from birdseye material and they
had a blue barrier on the outside that was supposed to make them waterproof.
In order to fasten the diapers I had to use safety pins made for babies and
would wear vinyl pants over top for extra protection. You can imagine how
sneaky I had to be from the ages of 16 to 18 as I was still living at home and
could not afford to be caught with any of this damaging evidence.

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 15

    Another fond memory from my teenage years also occurred during my 16th
year and as a sophomore in high school. I was visiting my friend Susan at her
aunt and uncles home one evening. Susan was from California and was
temporarily living with her relatives in the Washington Metropolitan area. As
part of her agreement for room and board, Susan would regularly babysit her
aunt and uncles children. They had two boys, 6 year old Mike and 8 year old
Kenny, and a daughter Sarah age 11.
    Susan had invited me over to watch some television and help pass the time
while she babysat the kids. When I arrived, Mike and Kenny were busy playing
with two of their other friends who were there for a sleepover. Sarah was in
her own room doing her own thing. As I walked into the recreation room the
boys were all busy romping around and carrying on like normal boys these ages.
I immediately noticed that Kenny was wearing an extra large T-shirt with some
obviously thick cloth diapers on underneath. His diapers were held up tautly
by a frosty pair of extra large rubber pants! Kenny's oversized T-shirt was
doing a lousy job of concealing his puffed out bottom. As Kenny tumbled to the
floor, his baby pants were exposed for all to see. Kenny was absolutely the
cutest diaper boy I had ever seen, and I really enjoyed seeing an 8 year old
dressed this way.
    I tried to be cool about the situation and act as if I wasn't interested
in what Kenny was wearing. At one point, he came over and sat on a bar stool
next to Susan and I. The way he sat on the bar stool and faced us fully
exposed his plastic baby pants and they were quite puffed out due to the thick
diapers he was wearing underneath.
    What then took place is something I will never forget as long as I live as
it was a most adorable scene. Susan took her hand and placed it right on top
of Kenny's exposed and bulging RUBBER BABY PANTS! She then squeezed his thick
baby pants with her fingers and even jerked his diaper pants from the left and
then to the right while she looked down at him and smiled saying, "Kenny wears
D I A P E R S ! ! !"
    Before this exposure, Kenny had seemed like he was unaware he was wearing
diapers but after Susan's remarks the youngster became fully aware of his
diapered shame and he blushed profusely. He was completely furious at Susan
for humiliating him in front of me in this manner and he immediately pulled
the T-shirt down over top his baby pants to try and hide his diaper clad
bottom from us. He then rushed out of the room in tears.
    I asked Susan, "Why is Kenny wearing diapers at his age?" She responded,
"Kenny is a chronic bedwetter and his mom put him back in night diapers to cut
down on laundry." About a half hour later Susan led Kenny upstairs to get him
ready for bed and I really wished I could have gone with her and seen the
young bedwetters room. I would have like to have checked out his bed and seen
the plastic or rubber sheeting he slept on.
    Seeing an older boy in thick diapers and rubber pants like this surely
made a prominent impression on me and I was very turned on by it and would
often fantasize about it later. In this situation, I actually felt very
envious that Kenny got to wear diapers and rubber pants for his bedwetting. I
wished that I could get Susan to humiliate me in diapers like she had just
done to young Kenny. A sixteen year old in diapers is pretty rare so just
think about the blackmail potential Susan could have had if she knew I
secretly dressed up in diapers during jerking-off sessions. It would have been
great if Susan had found out about my secret and made me her very own diaper
slave as a result. I'm sure there would have been all kinds of humiliating
experiences.
    I really wished I could have been there to witness Kenny getting strapped
into his diapers and rubber pants at the beginning of the evening. I could
only imagine how much fun Susan must have had making a production out of
diapering the young 8 year old. Kenny would be in his early 20's today, and I
wonder if he likes wearing diapers today. I'm sure he got to experience lots
bedwetting and diapering situations as a child and it is sure to of had an
impact on his adulthood.

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 16

    During my teenage years I still did a lot of normal high school stuff like
sports and dating girls. The diaper attraction came and went and never really
got out of hand during this period. I journeyed off to college at age 18 and
on the first night sleeping in my new bunk I had a BEDWETTING ACCIDENT that
was very humiliating. I will send you this story if you request it.
    It was during my last two years in college and while living in an
apartment by myself that I began collecting more and more baby articles. At
this time, I was buying adult sized disposable diapers for heavy loss of
bladder control. I would put the diapers on under regular clothes and go out
in public places and wet them. I found an outstanding brand called, "Dry
Comfort." The disposable diapers were thick and bulky, made a tremendous
amount of noise underneath clothing, and they also didn't leak. What a thrill
to be able to piss in my diapers anytime and any place!
    I also really enjoyed reading Forum magazine during my college years and
liked the kinky letter section the best. Occasionally, I would stumble upon a
letter with a fantasy about diapers and I would read the particular fantasy
over and over again while jacking off in diapers and rubber pants.
    One of the Forum publications around 1987 mentioned the Diaper Pail
Fraternity after a fantasy letter and they gave DPF's address. A few years
later I found the article and wrote to DPF. When I received the DPF catalog it
was such a thrilling experience. I was very excited and stimulated by their
products, stories, and services. I joined DPF around 1991 and have been a
member ever since.
    My diaper and bedwetting desires still come and go every once in a while,
and after I've been deeply involved with the fetish I sometimes need to take a
break and pursue other interests. Early on I thought I could give the fetish
up by throwing all the diapers and rubber pants out. Somehow I always end up
returning to bedwetting, diapers, and rubber pants. I now realize I will never
be able to completely this deeply ingrained fetish! For it is true that once a
Diaper Boy always a Diaper Boy!

History and Experiences of Steven F. - Part 17

    After completing college I moved to Florida and took my growing supply of
diapers and rubber pants with me. I met a woman there several years older than
me who had one of the rooms in her house set up as a nursery. It contained a
changing table, playpen, crib, and lots of stuffed animals and toys. I
fantasized about the possibilities of this woman eventually turning me into a
baby and diapering me in the nursery.
    Our relationship did become quite intimate over time and I eventually
confided in her about my diaper fetish. This was the first person I had ever
told about my secret. She was very understanding but like most women was not
turned on by diapers and rubber pants. Unfortunately I never actually got
diapered by her or was humiliated in diapers as I had fantasized. I was
allowed to store my supply of diapers and rubber pants in her house and would
still occasionally put them on while masturbating to an exciting diaper
related letter in Forum magazine.
    While in Florida, I also got to pursue one of my favorite hobbies, that of
visiting drug stores and checking out their incontinent supply section. At
this time in my life, drug stores were the only source I knew of other than
Sears that carried incontinent supplies. I must have visited practically every
drugstore in the state of Florida during my stay there. I never have really
cared for the larger national drug store chains, however, because they pretty
much only sold the same brands of disposable adult diapers and usually offered
no cloth or plastic reusable products.
    The mom and pop style drug stores were always the type I sought out and
usually the older the store the better. The older stores usually have a
section containing reusable incontinent pants or diapers and sometimes in my
searching I would be lucky enough to stumble upon a box that looked like it
may have been sitting on the shelf for 20 years or more. Manufacturers
produced some pretty interesting incontinent garments in the late 50's and
60's although of course these items would be very archaic by today's standards.
    One day I hit the jack pot and stumbled upon a very old drug store just
outside Ft. Lauderdale. I am always very shy and highly embarrassed when on
these type searches, and will pretend I'm in the store for something else
other than diapers and rubber pants. When I got to the incontinent section, I
could not believe my eyes as there were literally dozens upon dozens of boxes
of incontinent pants lining the shelves. Fortunately, the pharmacist was busy
filling out an order and the cashier was helping another customer on my
arrival.

    With my heart racing 90 miles an hour I used the brief moment of privacy
to start opening some of the boxes on the shelf. The first box I came upon
were adult Snap-On style plastic pants sized medium. The incontinent pants
were made by the Salk Company, and the outside of the box contained a sketch
drawing of a man, a woman, and an approximately 12 year old boy all standing
next to each other and all wearing a pair of rubber pants. When I opened the
box I almost went to diaper heaven. Ever since I was 14 years old, I had been
searching for the perfect pair of plastic pants just like the kind I was made
to wear as a youngster. And now many years later, and after hundreds of drug
store searches, I had finally found them.
    The waterproof incontinent pants were Salk's Pro Pants Style #450. The
Snap-On plastic pants had a very comfortable built in cotton lining. They were
absolutely adorable and very baby like. I picked out three pairs and went to
pay for them. Having to confront the cashier on this particular afternoon was
one of the most embarrassing things I have ever done and I desperately wanted
to get out of that store as soon as possible.
    The older woman behind the counter seemed to have an attitude that day and
I gathered that she had quite possibly been down this road before with other
boys looking for the same things. She seemed to take great delight in going
very slowly while my things were on the counter and if she was trying to
embarrass a boy purchasing baby pants she had achieved her goal. She took each
pair of rubber pants out of the box and held them up and stretched the
waistband to check and make sure they were the same size as the size on the
box. She then looked at me as if to acknowledge that she knew rubber pants
were for me and said, "Are you sure these will fit?" Meekly I nodded yes and
fumbled with my wallet for the correct change.
    Once out of the store I was greatly relieved and I immediately jumped in
the back of my van, closed the blinds and put on a pair of the exciting new
baby pants! My little boy thing immediately stood at attention as the plastic
pants were pulled up to my waist and it felt so good to lay on the small bed
and jack-off in them. What a most embarrassing but also thrilling experience
this latest purchase had been and I was most pleased to have made this
discovery. With three pairs of authentic baby pants my size now in my
possession, I still only had to find a source for a thick pair of cloth
pull-on diaper pants just like the kind I was made to wear as a 8 to 12 year
old!