=[ Chip's Story ]=

	My story isn't quite like those of other adult/teen 
babies, in that I'm not very much into being a baby. I do 
enjoy being in diapers as much as possible, and my dream has 
been to be in them all the time. This is how I got into 
diapers.
	I was born in Cambridge, New York, and lived in a three 
story house just outside the city in a town called Chappaqua 
with my parents, until I was seven. When I was four or five, 
my parents were considering having another baby. I was 
adopted, for reasons of my mother's inability to have 
children herself. My parents had been considering another 
child, and just in case, they kept the leftover diapers from 
when I was younger in the closet in my room. I don't 
remember much of my first incident with diapers, except from 
what my parents have told me. Supposedly I had found some of 
the diapers, and went into the closet and tried to put one 
on. My mom heard noise in the closet and came in, and found 
me with the diaper. My parents took me into the living room 
and explained that I didn't need diapers any more, and asked 
why I had the diaper. I told them that I just wanted to try 
one on. They said that I didn't have to use them, and told 
me not to do it again. I don't recall trying to do that 
again until I was about six, when I had my best friend sleep 
over.
	I asked him if he wanted to try one on, and he said OK. 
He never really did it, just kind of put it between his legs 
over his pajamas. He then threw it to me, and I ducked under 
the covers, removed my clothes, and secured the diaper with 
some tape. He giggled when I came out, and we went to bed. I 
don't remember if I took the diaper off or not, but I do 
remember that my parents didn't say anything if they knew. 
After that, my next experience was after we moved to 
Florida.
	I was going through the closet in my 'playroom' and I 
found a half- empty bag of Luvs diapers. I built a fort with 
some large red mats that my parents had used in New York for 
group therapy (my mother is a psychologist and my father is 
a marriage counselor). I took the bag of diapers and put 
them in the `fort' along with a large baby blanket I had on 
my bed. I had put bubble wrap outside the structure to warn 
me if someone came in. I put the diaper on and absolutely 
loved it. I did this several times, and eventually my mom 
peeked in and saw me in the diaper. I didn't know at the 
time, but she later asked me what I did in the fort. I told 
her I didn't do anything, and she asked me about the 
diapers. "Do you pretend to be a baby in there?" I said no. 
She said ok, and the next time I looked for the diapers, 
they were gone. 
	The next time I was in diapers was when I got a new 
bike, I think I was about 10 at the time. There was a 
drugstore that had just been built, and I gathered my money 
and decided to buy a bag of diapers. I live in a group of 
houses that has only one entrance/exit, and there was a wall 
and fence that separated the shopping center from my 
community. A friend and I had found a hole in the fence 
through which we could fit, as there was an ice cream place 
near the drug store, and we liked to go there frequently. I 
rode my bike to the end of my street, and hid it in the 
bushes near the hole. I squeezed through the hole and walked 
across an empty lot towards the store. I went in, pulled out 
a "shopping list" (a piece of paper with the word "diapers" 
on it), paused for a moment as I glanced over it, and went 
to the rightmost aisle. 
	I didn't find the diapers there, and I quickly went to 
the back aisle of the store and walked down looking down 
each row for the diapers. I eventually found them near the 
middle of the store. I looked them over, with a quick glance 
around me every now and then to make sure that no one I knew 
was watching me. I pulled off a bag of the largest diapers 
they had, and walked to the checkout lines. I found the 
shortest line, put the package on the counter and waited. 
The lady at the register smiled and said hello, I said hi 
back. She told me the total, I gave her a ten dollar bill, 
got my change and left. I walked back to the hole, with the 
diapers in a plastic bag. I then pushed the diapers through 
the gap in the fence, and squeezed through myself. I got on 
my bike and went as fast as I could towards home. 
	I knew my parents would see me with the bag when I came 
in, so I put them in the bushes in the driveway. Both my 
parents worked, and I knew they would be going back to their 
offices shortly to see their clients. They said hi when I 
came in, and I smiled as I took off my shoes. By that time, 
I was ready for lunch. My mom made me a peanut butter and 
jelly sandwich, and said she had to go to work. I said bye, 
and my dad left shortly thereafter. As soon as I saw they 
were gone, I ran out to the bushes and brought in my 
package.
	I opened the package at the top, and pulled out a 
diaper. The smell of a fresh diaper quickly overcame me, and 
I just had to put one on. I looked at it, and quickly tore 
off my clothes. I sat down on the carpet and carefully put 
it on. I was in heaven. The clock said 3:16, and I knew my 
parents would be home around four. I piled my clothes on the 
couch (I did my work in the 'office' - a converted garage. 
It has carpeting, three computers, a tv, and lots of boxes 
still unpacked from the move).
	I sat around watching TV in just a diaper until 3:30. I 
then realized that I had to hide my diapers somewhere before 
my parents got home. Then I remembered a plan that I had. My 
uncle owns a hardware store in Tampa, and the last time I 
was there, I had built a wooden box with a lock on it. I 
stuffed as many diapers on it as I could, and found that I 
could fit all but six in it. I then put a small lock I had 
on the box and put it in the closet. I took the rest of the 
diapers in (still in bag) and hid them in my playroom 
closet. I knew my parents would be home soon, so I took my 
diaper off and stuffed it under the couch in the 'office.' I 
quickly re-dressed, and went back to the TV. When my parents 
came home, they had no clue as to my actions. Every now and 
then, I would wear a diaper to bed, and get up and take it 
off before my mom would come in to wake me up for school. 
	This continued for almost two years, until I was 
caught. My mom was changing the sheets on my bed, and she 
found a diaper. She asked me about it, and I said I just 
liked them. She told me that I was to never touch diapers 
again, and to give her the rest. I went to the closet and 
pulled out the bag with the six diapers. She seemed 
satisfied, and took them elsewhere. I eventually found them 
in a hall closet, and took them back. This went on for 
another 6 months, at which time I was caught again. This 
time I was threatened with going to see a psychologist next 
time I was caught. I didn't want to go, but I didn't want to 
give up my diapers either - I went back to my diaper habits 
about three weeks later. It was discovered again, and they 
took me to a shrink. She told my parents to just let me have 
my diapers, and I would outgrow it. (I haven't yet, and it's 
been over a year - which has puzzled my psychologist.)
	Today is March 28, 1997, the last Friday of Spring 
Break for my sophomore year of high school. I'm now 16, 
wearing medium Attends, and carrying a driver's license 
issued yesterday. ;-)

--Baby Chip--