WE ALL WEAR THEM AT THIS SCHOOL I am a 14 year old male. I had just moved to a whole new state, and I was about to start a whole new school. St Stephen's High sent a whole bunch of forms to fill out two days before I started. My mom was busy with her new job, so she put her signature where it was needed then asked me to fill them all in. It was mostly the usual stuff. Profile, birth date, social security number etc... Then I got to page nine, and my eyes widened, and the sides of my lips curled up. The title of this form was 'Diaper information'! Very exited, I read the paragraph at the top. "At St Stephens, limited resources mean the only toilets available are for staff use only. Consequently, the school uses a diaper schedule for the sanitation of our pupils. There are four possible schedules for you to choose from are as follows: Firstly, the most unpopular, a no- diaper schedule. Meaning your son/daughter will not be given diapers to wear and will not be able to relieve himself. The second option is to have your child visit the diaper room each time he needs to relieve himself and be taken out of diapers when he is finished. The third option is for your child to wear one diaper for the whole day, without leaving lessons for a change, until the end of the day when his diaper must be removed. The fourth, and most popular, is a full diapering schedule. Your child will have a diaper put on at the beginning of the day, and have it changed whenever needed. He will not have his diaper removed at the end of the day. Please indicate your choice below, along with a choice of diaper, if applicable." Excitedly, I put a large tick in the fourth box, the full diapering schedule. I put another tick in the box next to a picture of a boy standing wearing nothing but a comfortable looking purple diaper. Quickly, I put the forms in an envelope and put it in the mailbox on the corner. Two days later, I went to school for the first time. I got of the bus and walked into the school gates. It looked pretty cool for somewhere that couldn't afford yucky toilets! I didn't know what to do next. There was someone walking alone. He looked pretty cute. I went over to him. "Excuse me. I'm new, I don't know where to go first!" "Oh, OK," he said, "We better go to reception first and get you your ID. Follow me." He had a nice and kindly smile. I followed him to the reception and we picked up my ID card. It had my picture, my name, birth date, and a number 4 inside a picture of a diaper. He looked at the ID. "Oh, you're on the same diaper schedule as me. Were you in diapers at your last school?" "No," I said, "I haven't been in diapers since I was like, five." "Don't worry," he smiled at me, "It's not so bad. Come on, I'll take you to the diapering room." "So, are there diapering people in there, like dinner ladies?" He laughed, "No. We change each other. You wanna be my diapering partner?" "OK!" I said, eager. "Do you use the disposable or the cloth?" "The disposable. I hate cloth." "Me too," he said. We reached the a door with 'Diapering room 12' written on. We walked to a free table. "Get on," he said to me, "and get your pants off." I pulled off my pants and underwear and put them at the foot of the changing table. He took my ID and went over to a vending machine. He slid in his ID, then mine, and the machine dropped two packets. He brought them back to the table and opened one. Inside were the diapers, some lotion and talc, and wipes. Enough for one change. He rubbed lotion over my crotch, and smiled when I got a hard-on. He lifted my legs with his strong arms and rubbed it on my butt. Then he emptied the small talc bottle on me, and rubbed that in. My eyes kept dancing from his face to what he was doing. Then he lifted my butt up again, and slid on the diaper, and taped it up. "There," he said. "What do I do with these?" I asked, holding up my underwear. He held out the diaper pail, and I threw 'em in. I quickly pulled on my pants, while he stripped his off and got on the table. I did what he had done to me, and he thanked me, pulling on the diaper and telling me I did a good job. He pulled on his pants and said, "Let's go." I waited. "What?" he said. I smiled and said, "I need to go." "So, go! That's what they're there for. I looked at him, too embarrassed to admit I didn't really know how to use a diaper. He read my face, and helped me. "Do you need to poop or pee?" I told him both. "OK then, while you're getting used to it, you just have to get on your knees, and sit back on your feet. Yeah, that's right. Now bend your torso forward so your face is nearer your knees. Perfect! Now it should be easy, just let go." I did, and it was fantastic! He knew just what to tell me to do. I let go a lot of pee and quite a big poop, then got up. "Should I change again now?" "I wouldn't," he said, "It's much more comfortable wearing a used diaper. Come on," and he took me to my first class. This was a perfect school. And I had a perfect best friend. And I had the most perfect diaper on.