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This is how I got into Diapers and being an adult baby. this 
letter was also in the August 92 DPF Newsletter. I want to 
tell you that I think what you are doing is great. I have 
been interested in diapers for as long as I can remember. I 
guess it all started when me and Wayne, a friend of mine, 
used to spend the summers together. We have known each other 
since we were born.
	We both got into diapers when we were about 10 years 
old. His sister was visiting his parents with her 2 year old 
daughter, and I was staying there for a week while my 
parents were away. His parents went out for the night, and 
his sister, Donna was watching us. As usual we were getting 
into trouble Donna told us if we didn't stop acting like 
babies that she was going to treat us like ones. Well, we 
were young and didn't listen, and the next thing we knew we 
were in the bath tub, and she was bathing us. After we got 
out, she dried us off and took us into her old room and had 
us lie on the floor. Then she proceeded to put Both of us 
into diapers. We just acted as if it was a joke and went 
along with it. That night we laid around and watched TV in 
our T-shirts and diapers brought both of us a bottle of milk 
and had us drinking from them. Well, around eleven o'clock 
we fell asleep in the TV room and Wayne's parents carried us 
into his bedroom Donna had told them that we had been bad 
and that's why we were both wearing diapers They thought it 
was a good way for us to learn our lesson.
	When we woke up the next morning I realized that I 
didn't want to get out of bed until Wayne left the room, 
because my diapers were wet. The only problem was, he didn't 
want to get up either because his diapers were wet also. We 
both lay there for about an hour until his sister walked in. 
She asked, ";How are the little babies doing this morning?"; 
When we both said that we were fine, she asked if we needed 
a diaper change. I guess I blushed, because she came over to 
my cot and pulled down the covers exposing my wet diapers. 
She laughed and went over and checked Wayne's diapers, and 
they were in the same condition.
	At this time her mother came in to get us up for 
breakfast. She was a little shocked to find that we both had 
wet our diapers. she grabbed Wayne by the arm and dragged 
him into her room and told Donna to change me.
	This was really embarrassing for me because I had a 
crush on Donna, and now she was changing my wet diapers. She 
unfastened my diaper and wiped me clean with a wash cloth. 
Then she turned me over and powdered my backside. When she 
turned me back over, I was as hard as a 10 year old could 
get. She looked at me and asked if I liked wearing diapers. 
Without waiting for a reply she powdered my front and pulled 
the diaper into place and taped it securely. I could hear 
Wayne getting spanked in the other room and thought how glad 
I was that it wasn't me. After Wayne got spanked he was 
diapered again. Then his mother came in and grabbed me by 
the arm and said that it was my turn. She pulled me over her 
lap and started to spank me and told me that I would remain 
in diapers until my parents picked me up.
	It turned out to be one of the longest weekends of my 
life. We were both kept in diapers, and once a day we were 
taken into the bathroom where we had our diapers taken down 
and were given an enema. After we went on the toilet, we 
were put back into diapers and kept that way. Our parents 
come home a day early, and my mother woke me up that Friday 
morning. When I got out of bed without Thinking, she saw the 
diaper. My sister told her that I only wore it so Wayne 
wouldn't feel bad about having to wear one. Unfortunately, 
when she pulled down my plastic pants and found that I had a 
wet diaper, she just looked at me and said that I was a 
disappointment. After that week I didn't wear diapers for 
almost 7 years. During those years I often thought about the 
first time Donna put me into diapers, and always got a hard-
on thinking about it.
	When I was 18, I moved out of the house and got my own 
place. After a few months I decided to call Donna and invite 
her up to see my new apartment. We talked on the phone for a 
while and she told me she was going through a divorce 
because her husband was a real jerk. She showed up Friday 
afternoon, and we talked for a while about old times and the 
fun we used to have. Even though she was 10 years older than 
me, I was still very attracted to her. We went out and had 
dinner and then came back to my place and talked the night 
away. It was 3am when we decided to go to bed. I told her 
that she could sleep in my bed and I would sleep on the 
couch. I had been wearing diapers to again since I moved 
out, but I wasn't going to wear them while she was there. 
What I didn't realize was that I had become dependent on 
them. When I woke up the next morning, Donna was sitting in 
the chair across from me looking at the wet sheet that 
covered me. She asked me if I had reverted back to being a 
baby again. I just looked at her and giggled and began to 
explain to her how I, had felt the first time she changed my 
diapers. She told me to hop in the bath tub and said she 
would be right in. Before I even got out of the tub she 
brought a big bag into the bathroom with her. She grabbed a 
towel and began drying me off. Then she led me into the room 
and had me lay on the bed while she pulled out some thick 
cloth diapers and a pair of plastic panties, along with baby 
lotion and baby powder. She had me lay on my stomach while 
she powdered my bottom. Then she stretched out the diapers 
and had me turn over. Again I was rock-hard and felt like I 
was in heaven. She slowly powdered my balls and then rubbed 
the baby lotion on my cock. It only took about two minutes 
for me to make a mess all over her hand. She then tucked me 
into my diaper and pinned it tight. She pulled the plastic 
pants up around my waist and went then into the kitchen to 
make breakfast for us. A week later she had totally moved in 
and had taken control of my life. I became totally dependent 
on diapers and was addicted to baby food. She lived with me 
for about a year until she decided that she had enough.
	Shortly after that I joined the service and thought I 
had left my diaper days behind me. I was medically 
discharged from the service in 1988 after a year in the 
hospital. That was when I met my wife, Michelle. I didn't 
mention anything about my diaper wearing to her, but instead 
went to a Professional Mistress when I wanted to live my 
fantasies.
	Michelle and I had been married about three years when 
she caught Me going to see my Mistress. We talked about my 
fantasies for a long time and she decided that she would put 
me into diapers instead of letting me waste our money. She 
kept me in diapers off and on for about a year and a half 
now, and we both enjoy it very much. Back in September I 
decided to respond to an ad in one of the fetish newspapers, 
and that is how I met Julieanne. After our first couple of 
meetings, we both realized that we had a great deal in 
common and became very close friends. About a month ago I 
decided to tell Michelle about her. I figured that she would 
either be willing to try something new or want a divorce, 
but I decided that I didn't want to lie to her any longer 
about where I was or what I was doing. Believe it or not, we 
all got together last week to play games, and everybody had 
a good time.