BACK TO DIAPERS by LR. Mom can I have some ice cream?" I asked. "Take your shower first, and then you can come back down for ice cream." Mom said. I was going to protest, but she came me one of those "don't argue with me looks." I headed up to the bathroom, got undressed and and started the water. "I starting a load of laundry, hand me out all your dirty clothes." she called through the door. I gathered all my clothes up and handed them out through the door. I got into the shower. When I was done, not having brought any clean clothes or robe in with me, I wrapped the towel around me and headed off to my room. I opened my top dressor drawer where I kept my underwear and a large shock hit me. My underwear was gone. What was in it's place was a stack of cloth diapers on one side and several pairs of plastic pants on the other. In the middle were an assortment of diaper pins and other assorted baby things. I was standing there trying to comprehend what was happening when Mom came into the room. "I see you found your surprise. I found the diapers you were hiding in the closet. Now I'm not going to start washing diapers again, but I've found that you can get diaper service diapers in your size. Since you've decided to play baby, you can start wearing these." I was still trying to take all this in. "I...I don't want to wear them..." "Look, you were wearing them on your own. I'm just making sure you have clean ones." "I don't want to wear them all the time..." "But you will. I've gotten rid of all your big boy underwear. Now get a pair on. I know you know how." She steped out of the room. I reached down and picked up one of the diapers. It was much better than the old improvised one I had been using, and real plastic pants. I was having mixed feelings, but I figured it wouldn't be too bad. I pinned on the diaper and was pulling up the plastic pants when Mom came back. "Now you look cute. Come downstairs now and get your ice cream." I started to look around for my pajamas or a robe or something. "Now." It was clear she didn't mean for me to put any other clothing on. I followed her downstairs and into the kitchen. I took a seat at the table while Mom proceded to dish out the ice cream. My sisters came by and peered under the table. There was some whispering between themselves and giggling. Finally, Kathy, the older of two asked, "Is Louie wearing diapers?" "Yes, Kathy. Louie has been playing around with being a baby and as a result, he'll be wearing diapers." There was some more giggling. Kathy started "Louies got to wear didies" and Susie repeated her sister's taunt. I tried to ignore this and just stared at my ice cream. Kathy remarked, "Do you need me to change your didie." "They don't need changing." I grumbled. I was half in rage and half on the verge of tears. "There's going to be plenty of oppurtunity for that. Louie is not allowed to use the toilet anymore. His diapers are going to need a lot of changes." I couldn't take it anymore and started to cry. I bolted for my room and went to bed. I didn't sleep well. The meaning of Mom's words were clear. I was going to have to wear and use these diapers. I finally drifed off to sleep. The morning came far too early. Mom came in to jostle me awake as she normally did, I'm a heavy sleeper. However, this morning she pulled back the covers and reached down into the diaper. "Still dry? Well, if you have to go, I suggest you do so. I'll change you once before you go to school." The implication was clear. I was to wear these continually and she was going to make me use them. I put a robe on and came down for breakfast. I had my usual bowl of cereal and began to think. I did have to pee and figured that I'd better get that done now before I got dressed. I tried to relax myself as much as possible and after a few seconds the flow started and I felt the diaper begin to get soaked. Now my robe had opened a bit, and what I hadn't realized was that Kathy was observing this whole operation. She saw through the translucence of the pants what was happening. "Louie's wetting his diapers!" she exclaimed. "Good." Mom said, "Give him a minute to finish and we'll go change him." "I don't want Kathy to change me, I can do it myself." "Nonsense, when you're home, you're to ask me or one of your sisters to change you." I was led up to my room with Kathy and Susie in tow. Mom demonstrated changing my diapers. The girls continued to be partially in awe and part in giggles. When finished mom told me to get dressed for school. I came downstairs and there were two bags on the kitchen table for me. One was my lunch and the other contained two diapers some pins and a package of baby wipes. "Now I can't keep you from using the bathroom at school, but I'm packing you a couple change of changes just in case you have an accident at school." Well, that was it. I would try to hold myself until I got to school and make sure that I got to use the bathroom just before coming home. The other thing that I was thankful for was that I was two grades ahead of Kathy and she went to a different school as a result. Now through the week I tried to use the school bathrooms as much as possible. Whether I had to pee or poop, I always had to go into the stalls to undo the diaper. Now, I had been fairly successful with this procedure. Usually after dinner time I'd have to pee and then ask Mom or one of the girls for a change. Friday rolled around and I was feeling pretty good as it was the end of the school week. The day was winding down, and I had the need to poop. No problem, I'll go between my last two classes. As I entered my last class, I remembered I had meant to use the bathroom then, but the bell rang, so I just had to wait. I sat down. What was worse was that we were having a test in this class meaning, that I wouldn't have an oppurtunity to get a hall pass until I had finished my paper. The test was difficult and long. I sweated over it both because of the difficulty and the fact that I was needing to go to the bathroom more and more as time went by. Then the bell rang. I had just barely finished the test, and now there was no time. I'd have to go straight to the bus. My goal switched from making it to the bathroom to just making it home before my bowels let loose. I safely to the bus and sat down. I did my best to hold back. As I was let off at my stop I managed to make it a few steps and couldn't hold it any more. I started to walk quicker, but more came up with each step. I felt the diaper fill. As I walked into the house, I told Mom I needed a change. Mom told me to sit down, she was busy. This I didn't want to do, but again she gave me one of these "no arguing looks." I gingerly sat down and the poop squished throughout the diaper. Mom called out, "Get your sister to do it." I got up, now desperately wanting a change more than anything else. Enough to even deal with the indignity of having Kathy or Susie do it, since that was always accompanied by some amount of teasing. I went into the rec room and found Kathy and Susie along with two of their girl friends. I wanted to be tactful. "Susie, can I talk to you a minute." I asked. Kathy picked up immediately. "No, if you have something to ask her, ask her here." "You know...," I said, not wanting the embarassment of having Kathy's friends know. "Say it!" I knew there was no way out of it. "Can you change me?" I said quietly. There was a little smile fromt he girls. "I can't hear you!" Kathy said. "Can you change my diaper." I said. There was much giggling among the girls. "OK, C'mon, Chris and Barb, come see the big baby get his diapers changed." This was too much, but I knew better than to bother my mother at this point. The parade went to my room, with much more giggling. Kathy pulled down the plastic pants. "Whoo! Baby made a mess. I was wondering how long you were going to go without doing this." There was much teasing and baby talk from the four girls as Kathy cleaned me off with Susie's assistance. I was glad when I finally could get dressed again. "Oh, by the way. Mom found this old diaper bag for when we go out somewhere." I looked in and saw that it had already been stocked with chagnes and supplies. It was obviously one from when Susie was a baby being bright pink. Mom came in and said we had to go shopping for summer clothes at the mall and to get in the car. Kathy said "Don't forget the diaper bag." I wasn't anticipating needing it, but mom said to get it. I put the strap over my shoulder. We did a bit of shopping for a while, and I had to carry the bag around with me. I tried to convince myself that if anybody saw me with it they'd just think I was carrying it for someone else. We stopped to eat. I then realized that I had to pee as we were walking. Very badly. Well, this is the advantage of wearing diapers I thought, I paused momentarily and started to go. Kathy turned and realized what I was doing. "Louie, are you wetting yourself?" "Yes," I said annoyed. "Do you need a change?" "No, it can wait." Mom stopped now. And came back to where Kathy and I were. "What's keeping you?" "Louie's wetting." "Hmm...how are we going to handle this. We can't go into the men's room and Louie can't come with us into the ladies for a change." "It can wait until we get home." "No, you'll get diaper rash if you walk around wet like that. Come over here." Mom said gesturing to a bench. "No, not here..." I began to cry. Mom pulled out a changing pad from the diaper bag and placed it on the bench and told me to lie down. Still bawling I did as she pulled down my trousers and then the plastic pants. Passers by took looks as they went by. I couldn't stand it, but soon it was past. There were some kids standing by in awe. They then started to chatter between themselves over what they just saw. -to be continued-