THE REPAIRMAN

	Here's another story I got in my collection. I didn't 
write it so I don't know if it is true or not. (This time I 
am saying so, so I don't get "yelled at" again). I kind of 
like it cuz the kid is almost my age and I like my diapers.   
	This is an event that took place a few years ago, that 
I thought might be of interest to a few of your readers. I 
was working for an appliance service company at the time. We 
got a call for a family that had just moved  into the area, 
seems their TV decided to act up after being moved and 
hooked up to the cable. They were still moving some of their 
things in, but wondered if we could squeeze them into our 
busy schedule. They told us they had an eleven-year-old boy 
that just had to use the Nintendo, to keep him out of their 
hair while they finished the work of moving in. We managed 
to fit them in Saturday morning, which meant that I'd have 
to work on what is normally my day off, but being it meant 
over-time, I didn't gripe too much!  
	I got there about 8:30, and the woman met me at the 
door, she warned me that her boy was sleeping on the couch, 
and asked that I try not to make too much noise. I replied 
that it was no problem, since I needed only to repair a 
picture problem, I could leave the sound turned down or off.  
	I carried my tech case over to the set and pulled it 
out. After setting up my mirror in front of the set, I went 
to work removing the back and starting taking voltage 
readings. I found a defective component and retrieved a 
replacement from my van. While I was working with the 
soldering gun, I heard the boy stirring on the couch. I sat 
very still and quietly so as not to disturb him. It was a 
little after nine. He stopped moving around  and dozed back 
off, so I went back to work.  
	I turned the TV on and started making a few 
adjustments, when I heard  him call out, "Mom, I'm awake!" A 
minute passed with no response, he repeated his 
announcement, but louder this time. A minute later he called 
out again, "Mom, I'm awake! Can you come here?"  
	From upstairs came the reply, "Eat your breakfast 
first... Then I'll take care of you." I wasn't sure what 
this meant, but would find out immediately.  
	When the boy climbed out of his sleeping bag, I could 
see that he was  	wearing only a pajama top, and a diaper 
and baby pants! He walked about halfway across the living 
room, heading toward the kitchen, when he saw me...  
	He stopped cold in his tracks, paused about half a 
second, and then dove for the couch! He slid down into his 
bag, covering his head... but not before I could see that 
his ears were burning a bright red.  
	I went back to my work, but kept an eye on him, the 
sight was so unusual... I'd seen older kids in diapers 
before... but this one intrigued me. I went out to the van 
to get a color generator, and upon returning found his 
mother standing over him, arguing with him, prodding him out 
of the sack.  
	She was saying, "I'm NOT going to change you any 
sooner. I told you AFTER breakfast. I'm sure the man has 
seen little boys in diapers before, so you just march right 
out there and eat!"  
	The boy reluctantly crawled out of his bag, and toddled 
toward the kitchen. His mother stopped him, and told him to 
apologize for putting on such a show. He walked over to the 
front of the TV and whimpered an apology.  
	I stood up when he offered to shake my hand, and could 
smell the stench of his urine soaked garment.  As I took his 
small hand into mine, I glanced downward and saw the wet 
spot in the front of his baby pants grow. I told him that he 
shouldn't be embarrassed, lots of older kids wear diapers to 
bed. His eyes grew wide, and he said, "Really... Mom always 
tells me that... but I never heard anyone else say that 
before."  
	"Sure," I replied, "I go into houses every day, and 
about every month  
	or two I see an older kid wearing a diaper. Or, 
sometimes I'll see a stack of diapers in the laundry room 
when I fixing a washer, and I know that they only  have 
older kids. I even had a cousin who wore diapers until he 
was fifteen."  This seemed to ease his mind, and off he 
headed for the kitchen while I finished the set.  
	When I finished my work, I found myself 
procrastinating, I couldn't help the urge to want to watch 
this lady change such a big baby. It seemed like an eternity 
before he came back and sat on the floor. Since this was my 
only morning call, I offered to hook up the Nintendo and 
play a game with him  to "make sure everything is working 
right" before leaving.  
	We were well into a game of Mario Brothers when his mom 
walked in and  told him she was ready. He did a standard 
kid's "Aw, Mom" routine, but I said, "Go ahead, I'll keep 
your place for you... I won't cheat."  
	He laid down on top of his sleeping bag, and his mother 
slipped a waterproof pad beneath him, and slipped off his 
baby pants. I watched as she undid first one pin and then 
the other, pulled the diaper away from his waist and washed 
his tummy and penis and balls with a wet washcloth. She 
hoisted his ankles into the air and pulled the wet diaper 
out from under him and washed his bottom. Then she finished 
by sprinkling a little baby powder on his buns and balls.  
	She must have noticed how intently I was watching, 
because she turned to me and asked, "You wanna be next?"  
	I declined, and her boy pulled on a pair of underpants 
and sat back down with me. We finished the game and I was 
paid and went on my way.  
	He is 14 now, and I have visited Tommy several times, I 
often try to hit early on a Saturday or Sunday, or sometimes 
in the evening when his mother readies him for bed. I've 
been like a big brother to him, seeing as his father is 
gone. I've even offered to change him myself a couple of 
times! I'm not gay or anything like that, I'd just get a 
kick out of changing such a big kid.  
	Every time I see Margo change him, the words echo in my 
head, "You wanna be next?"  If she ever asks again, I'll be 
sure to say, "Yes."