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."