Being There: The Journal of Allison Schraptoski
By: Zac Goldstein

	NOTE: The following is a work of fiction. It contains 
elements of infantilism, and mild vulgarity. If this offends 
you, don't read. The character of Alex is based loosely on 
the author.

Part I		Background

	I initially didn't know where to start, so I figured 
the best place would just be to tell you a bit about me and 
my life. I'm Allison Schraptoski (pronounced shrap-taw-skee, 
Ally or Scraps to my friends), and I entered the world on 
April 23, 1983. Of course, I don't remember a whole lot from 
my early years, but I do remember this. When I was around 5, 
my parents tried to have another baby. Although I didn't 
know what the word miscarriage meant then, I do now.
	Anyway, it was a pretty bad experience for my mom. 
However, she was determined to have another kid, so she 
adopted my brother Kevin when I was around 10 or so. Kevin 
was 2 going on 3 and was put up for adoption shortly after 
he was born. He spent all of his life up until then in an 
orphanage. My parents were overjoyed to have him. I recall 
having mixed reactions at the time. On one side, it'd be 
kinda cool to have a little brother, but on the other hand, 
it could really suck. Anyway, I grew to love him and now 
despite the fact that he could be such a brat, I wouldn't 
give him up for anything.
	Kevin had a few problems. He was a little on the slow 
side, although definitely not retarded. He had a brain, it 
just took awhile for him to get it to work. That, and Kevin 
was never adequately potty trained. My mom tried to train 
him when he was 4, but he just didn't take to it. So from 
then until now, he has always worn diapers.
	I know, that's weird. An 8 1/2 year old kid wearing 
diapers, but hey, it's not his fault. Anyway, I'm cool with 
it. I help with some of the diaper changing. At first, it 
was totally disgusting, but now I'm used to it. I can't 
explain it, but somehow it makes me feel closer to Kevin.
	Kevin enjoys wearing them too. He likes the attention, 
and he likes not having to worry about using the bathroom. 
Nobody in my family minds, as long as he's happy. One day 
out of sheer curiosity, I took one of Kevin's diapers and 
put it on. It didn't feel bad at all. Next, I poured some 
water on it to simulate wetness. Yuck. How can anybody sit 
there feeling like that? Eh, must be a guy thing. At any 
rate, I wasn't going to try that again.
	My dad works in a big office building that's a little 
far from here. He is part of a very large company that 
prints labels and makes boxes. Imagine that, it takes a 
couple of expensive printers to print labels and makes boxes 
but it takes like 2 million people to do the rest. My dad's 
working on becoming vice president there, and he's doing a 
pretty good job. Unfortunately, he's like never home. My mom 
recently got a part time job as an assistant interior 
decorator, and I baby-sit from time to time, so we're pretty 
well off financially.
	My life is 'normal' for a teenager, even though I don't 
like to use the word normal. It kills individuality. Anyway, 
I'm into alternative music, talking on the phone, going to 
the mall, and guys. Unfortunately, I haven't found one 
yet:(. Unlike a lot of people my age, I also like reading 
and the out doors. I'm a very open minded and compassionate 
person, or so people say. I'm just happy being me.
	That about brings us up to where we are now. I'm about 
to be 16, and I'm in the 10th grade. I've managed to make 
second honor roll, I'm in a few clubs, and I'm on the school 
volleyball team. Despite a lack of bonding, my family is 
still together, and my parents aren't fighting and getting 
divorces (I've seen quite a few people do that, 
unfortunately). And Kevin is still in diapers.

Part II		March Madness

	It's sometime around mid to late March, I forget the 
day. Anyway, as usual, I get up at around 6:30 and eat 
breakfast. Breakfast for me is usually like some toast with 
jelly on it and some juice, occasionally coffee. Kevin wakes 
up at around the same time I do, and after were both done 
with breakfast, I take him up to his room so he can get 
changed. First, I set him down on his changing pad and slide 
down his plastic pants. He doesn't bother wearing pajamas 
unless its really cold, so this makes my job a lot easier. 
Next, I unpin his wet diapers and toss them in a pail. I 
then take a disposable diaper and slide it under him. He 
lifts his butt up automatically, and I sprinkle baby powder 
on it. Then, I lift up the front of the diaper and tape it 
shut. He finishes getting dressed, and I take a shower and 
then get dressed.
	I spend awhile making sure I look okay. Like all 
teenage girls, I'm conscious about my appearance, but not to 
the degree that one blemish or imperfection would make me 
want to hang myself. At around 7:25, I grab my purse and my 
backpack and a jacket and head out the door. I have to be in 
homeroom by 8. Kevin has until 9. Lucky him.
	I wait at my corner. I'm not waiting for a bus, but I'm 
waiting for my friends to show up. They always come in the 
same order. First, Stacy, then Mackenzie, then Amy and 
lastly Alex. We talk a few things over on our way to school. 
It's been the same way seemingly forever.
	Stacy is my best friend. She's slightly heavyset (but 
don't call her fat), and she has curly red hair. She's very 
funny. Mackenzie and Amy are both tall and thin, only 
Mackenzie has darker hair. They are best friends with each 
other, and are both nice and fun to talk to. Lastly, there's 
Alex. He's my best friend that's of the opposite sex. Alex 
is only 15, and is pretty skinny. He too is funny, but in a 
different way from Stacy. He can be really off the wall 
sometimes, but he's very smart and knows when to stop. I 
don't know what I'd do without my friends.
	That day, Mackenzie and Amy were talking about Dawson's 
Creek and obsessing over how hot the guys on the show were. 
Stacy had begun to talk about something she did over the 
weekend, but Alex interrupted her with a sarcastic comment. 
Stacy then said something mean, and as usual, I had to step 
in.
	When we got to school, we said goodbye to Mackenzie and 
Amy and we all walked to our lockers (which were no more 
then 2 feet apart from one another). In high school, 
everyone usually has a memento or two inside their locker, 
and mine was no exception. I had a mirror, a peace sign, and 
a picture of Matt Damon. I was staring at Matt when somebody 
called my name.
	I turned around and saw Scott Mitchell, one of the most 
sought-after guys in school. "Hi," he said.
	"Hey," I replied.
	"What's up?"
	"Oh, not much." I couldn't think of anything better to 
say. "You?"
	"Not to much. We're in the Basketball State 
Championships."
	"Oh, cool. Good luck."
	Just as I was going to say something worthwhile, the 
bell rang. "Well, talk to you later sometimes," said Scott.
	"Yeah, bye."
	After he walked away, Stacy went ballistic on me. "I 
don't believe you," she said. "There goes the hottest guy in 
school, and you can't think of anything to say!"
	"I don't think he likes em anyway."
	"Only one way to find out," said Alex. "Talk to him."
	"Yeah, you'd better," said Stacy.
	"Umm, I dunno."
	"Look, me and Scott are cool," said Alex. "I mean, 
we're not friends, but he'd believe what I told him. You 
want me to tell him to talk to you?"
	"No."
	"Aright, fine, Just trying to help. Later, Scraps."
	"Peace." Alex had invented the nickname Scraps for me, 
and all though I used to hate it I know began to like it.
	Stacy kept on bugging me about not talking to him all 
through home room. During the first few classes, I talked 
with some more of my friends. I had a quiz in chemistry, but 
it wasn't too hard. Then came English, and Stacy started to 
bug me again. Luckily, Alex was in this class, and he 
usually did something interesting to distract everyone.
	"You should just go on up to honors," said Stacy.
	"Well, thanks, but according to Mrs. Davis last year, 
I'm not 'honors material.' Besides, I'd much rather stay 
here and annoy you guys."
	Before Stacy could think of an adequate response, the 
teacher walked in and class began. "I've got gym next," Alex 
said at the end of class. "I'll go talk to Scott."
	I had to wait until lunch to find out what Scott said. 
Even then, despite the four of us harassing him about it, 
Alex was a bit reluctant to talk. He could be quite annoying 
sometimes.
	"Well," he said calmly. "He said that you were really 
nice."
	"And?"
	"Oh, and, let me see...." he added an intentional 
pause. "Oh yeah, and he'd definitely go out with you if you 
asked him."
	"You for real?"
	"Yeah that's the truth."
	"Oh my god, your going to be going out with Scott 
Mitchell!" exclaimed Stacy.
	"That is like totally cool," said Mackenzie.
	"Totally," mimicked Amy.
	I still wasn't so sure whether Scott or Alex were 
telling the truth during their conversation, so I didn't 
talk much about it. Nonetheless, the anxiety was killing me 
for the rest of the day.
	When the bell rang, I took off for my locker and 
waited. No, no sign of him at first. Oh my God, there he 
comes. Yup, right over here. Wait a minute, some of his dumb 
friends are with him. not a good sign. Never mind, their 
leaving. Yup, here he...
	"Hi."
	"Hi again," I said.
	"Listen, I really like you and if your not doing 
anything, maybe you'd like to go out this Friday night."
	"Yeah, sure I'd like that."
	"Aright, cool. Your a nice girl and I'm lookin forward 
to it. Cya around."
	"Bye."
	After he left, I felt like a whole new person. It had 
been several months since I had a date, and even then it 
wasn't with somebody I truly liked. I hoped this time it'd 
be different.
	My friends started to ask me questions right away, and 
taking a cue from Alex I fed them information slowly. It was 
a little fun watching them freak out. "Yeah, he asked me 
out."
	"When you going out?" asked Stacy.
	"This Friday."
	"Cool. Remind me to make sure you look okay, cuz girl, 
you have no fashion sense."
	"Yeah, and it's my lack of that got me this date."
	"Lack of fashion sense and having me as your friend," 
said Alex.
	"I almost forgot, thanks."
	"Welcome."
	"I went out with Scott once," said Amy. "Well, a couple 
of times. The first time was totally cool, but after that it 
got kinda played. You know, the same thing. This was like 
years ago and I wasn't ready for like sex yet, so, you know, 
it didn't last too long."
	"Yeah, I remember that," said Mackenzie. "That was like 
cool, then like not."
	"Anything I should know about him?" I asked.
	"Well, you'd better leave him alone if his team loses. 
He gets really pissed."
	"I found that out earlier," said Alex. "My shoulder 
will probably never feel the same."
	We continued this conversation all the way home. As 
usual, I got home before Kevin, because he took the bus. I 
drank some ice tea and relaxed for a little bit before my 
brother came in.
	"Hi," I said. "Have a nice day?"
	"Yeah it was OK. I know you must have otherwise you 
wouldn't ask."
	I was a bit thrown back. Kevin, on occasion, could be 
very perceptive. "As a matter of fact, I did. This really 
cute guy asked me out. The rest is none of your business."
	"Okay, whatever. I need to be changed."
	"I know."
	I changed him out of his disposable and put him in 
thicker cloth diapers and left him to go about his pre-
adolescent life. I washed my hands, and began my homework. 
Not that I was able to get a whole lot done, with me 
thinking about Scott and all.
	When at last I was able to finish most of it, I called 
Stacy, and we talked for awhile. Kevin was bugging em to get 
off the phone so he could get on the Internet. I told him to 
wait, and I finished my conversation. I knew one of Kevin's 
hobbies was looking at diaper related pages, but he'd be 
very upset if I told him that I knew.
	By this time, my mom was home, so I decided to see what 
kind of mood she was in. Fortunately, she wasn't very upset. 
I was in such a good mood myself that I volunteered to cook 
dinner. Normally, I didn't enjoy cooking too much.
	I was nice to everybody for the rest of the day. When 
we were gathered around the TV to watch the Simpsons, my dad 
at last asked me what I was so happy about. Before I could 
answer, Kevin told them.
	"She's got a new boyfriend," he said.
	"Oh," said my mom. "Is he nice?"
	"Ya, really nice," I said. I wasn't about to get into 
the details with my parents.
	At around 8:30, I got Kevin ready for bed. I changed 
his diaper, which was loaded, and put him in his extra thick 
night time diapers. "Good night, Kevin" I said.
	"Good night, Ally" he answered. I watched for a few 
minutes as he drifted off to sleep. I don't know if he 
realizes this or not, but he sucks his thumb in his sleep. 
Oh well, I guess it's one of those things that I just can't 
figure out about him.
	I watched TV until 10, the read for awhile before going 
to sleep. I couldn't help but thinking about Scott again. I 
was so scared things wouldn't work out.

Part III		Scott

	I was very excited that Friday. I wasn't able to 
concentrate on anything in school. Fortunately, I didn't 
have any tests, and I didn't learn anything really 
important. I talked to Scott, and he was looking almost as 
forward as I was to our date. It was like heaven on earth. 
"Imminization of the Escaton" as Alex told me it was called.
	Walking home, everyone was talking about Scott.
	"So, what are you going to wear?" asked Mackenzie.
	"I was thinking that dress I got at the mall," I said.
	"You can do better then that," said Stacy.
	"Well, I don't want to look like a cheap whore, but 
maybe I can."
	"Definitely," said Amy. "remember, makeup and the hair 
are just as important."
	"Totally," said Mackenzie.
	"Yeah, I'll remember that." It pissed me off how my 
friends thought I didn't know a thing about dating. If Scott 
really liked me, he wouldn't care if I looked perfect or 
not. Nonetheless, I wanted to look nice.
	When I got home (a little later then normal), Kevin 
walked in the door about a minute after me. I changed him, 
grabbed a quick snack. Since it was Friday, I didn't get 
much homework. I decided to go online and chat for a little 
while. When I got to the computer, I noticed Kevin left one 
of his stories by the computer. They were about kids wearing 
diapers. He got them from the net, and printed them out, 
then read them. Sometimes, he would forget to take them. The 
first time I saw one, I thought it was a little perverted, 
and threatened to tell mom and dad about it. He pleaded with 
me not too, and showed me a more pleasant one. It wasn't bad 
at all, and was beginning to see how he got his enthusiasm 
over diapers, only it would be something I'd never share.
	"Kevin, you left a story here," I called.
	Kevin came waddling upstairs in his thick diapers to 
retrieve his story. He never wore pants around the house. 
When he got there, I could tell he was a little nervous. 
"You didn't read it, did you?"
	"No."
	"You sure?"
	"Yes, now take it before I change my mind."
	He snatched it out of my hand and retreated with it 
into his room.
	I went to AOL and checked my mail. Chain letters and 
advertisements mostly, but there was one survey and a 
collection of jokes. I chatted with Alex for a little bit, 
checked out some cool web sites, then signed off and 
listened to some music.
	After checking the time, I realized I'd better get 
moving. I got dressed, did my hair, put on some make-up, and 
looked at myself in the mirror. I'm not a conceited person, 
but I had to admit I looked pretty good. I only hoped Scott 
thought so.
	Scott was old enough to drive, and even had his own 
car. Although it was old (and according to Alex not worth 
the $800 he spent on it), it was still his and I thought 
that was pretty cool. I felt suddenly anxious when I saw it 
pull up to my house at around 7:00. I got in and we drove to 
a pizza place, talking a little bit along the way.
	While splitting a pepperoni pizza and drinking Cokes, I 
was able to find out a lot about Scott. He was a star 
athlete and played 3 sports (football, basketball, and 
baseball). He also had an older brother who was a college 
sports star, and a dog named Champ. When he wasn't with 
friends or on the field, he wrote a little. Essays on what 
sports mean to him, and tales of the rise and fall of sports 
stars.
	"Wow, you write?" I asked.
	"Yeah. I always have, just not a lot. I didn't think I 
was any good until Alex helped me out a bit."
	"Cool." I was amazed by the fact he wrote It was what 
separated him from all the other dumb jocks, and proved that 
his whole life wasn't sports (well, even if the writing was, 
it was still something). It was going fine until he started 
asking em questions.
	"So, you got any brothers or sisters?"
	"Yeah. My brother Kevin. He's 8 1/2, and he's adopted."
	"Cool." I knew Scott would freak out if I told him 
Kevin was still acting like a baby, so I didn't mention it.
	"OK, I have a question for you," I said. "What is your 
all time favorite movie?" I knew this to be a good question 
to ask. If he was a jerk, he'd answer with something like 
"Die Hard" with the reason being that it had a lot of 
shooting. If he was a good guy, then maybe he'd pick 
something with a bit more substance. Of course, any guy 
could just answer "The Joy Luck Club" to appear as sweet and 
sensitive. I knew it was a flawed way to try and judge 
people, but it's prevented me from going further with a lot 
of potential losers.
	"Well, let me see," he said. "I really liked `Varsity 
Blues,' but my favorite movie of all time would have to be 
`Brian's Song.' It was pretty sad, and even my dad cried 
during it. And he's like really tough."
	Wow, I was impressed.
	"Well, what's yours?"
	"Mine?" I said. "Oh I don't know. I thought `Fried 
Green Tomatoes' was good, but I also really liked `Working 
Girl.'"
	"Yeah, I remember that."
	"You liked it?"
	"No, I hated it." At least he was honest. "But I 
thought Melanie Griffith was a pretty hot chic back then. 
Just like you." He reached across the table and kissed me. I 
kissed him back, on the mouth. It felt really good. There 
was nobody around to tell us to cut it out, so we kissed 
each other some more, and he put his hands on me. I had 
definitely picked the right guy.
	Regrettably, it was getting late, and I had to go home. 
Scott gave me a ride and kissed me goodbye. "That was fun," 
he said. "I hope we can do it again some time."
	"Ya, me too. Bye."
	I walked in, and my parents asked me how it went. 
"Good," I told them. "Really good."
	We dated for awhile after that. I also hung out with 
him more and followed him around both in school and out of 
it. Some of his friends were jerks, but they didn't give me 
a hard time. My friends got along just fine with him, and 
they still thought it was really cool that we were dating. 
Though it was no fault of mine, I inadvertently made myself 
enemies with a lot of jealous sluts who thought it was their 
turn.
	I remember after his team won the state basketball 
championships, he partied with his friends for awhile. I was 
getting pissed off and had worried he'd forget about me or 
something, but he walked in later on and we were soon all 
over each other. I'm not going to say what went on, but it 
was great. Of course I knew that all good things must come 
to an end, but I didn't want to think about that then. It 
was too perfect.

Part IV		April Angst

	I was born in April, and it was supposed to be my good 
month. I don't know if it has anything to do with me being a 
Taurus or not, but it was far from good.
	The first thing that started to slide were my grades. 
They dropped from B's to C's, and my parents were a little 
pissed. They warned me to bring them back up or I'd be 
grounded.
	I also began to gradually notice that Scott wasn't as 
perfect as I imagined he'd be. He began to play baseball, 
and liked all sports, he went in with a can do can't lose 
attitude. Well, one day his team lost a game, and he got 
drunk with his friends. After taking one look at him, I 
decided to leave him alone and let him sober up.
	The problem was, his team hit a losing streak and he 
became drunk more and more often. Fortunately, he was sober 
and well behaved when he met my parents. I could tell he was 
a little uncomfortable with Kevin wearing diapers, and in 
the back of his mind might have thought he was a retard, but 
as long as he didn't hurt Kevin, I didn't care. Overall, my 
parents approved of him. Then again, they didn't see him 
when he was drunk.
	One day he was suppose so meet me some place, and he 
showed up an hour late and drunk as hell. I usually wouldn't 
provoke him, but I was a bit angry at him myself, and 
communication was always supposed to be healthy. "Where the 
hell were you?" I asked.
	"Why you gotta ask?"
	"Well, gee Scott, your only an hour late and smell like 
beer. That all but gives it away, but I'm askin so I can 
hear you say it."
	"I was drunk okay! You happy bitch!"
	"Yeah, you've been drunk a lot lately, and you've been 
treating me really bad. You think I'm happy?"
	"Look, I'm sorry, but I don't like to lose. As soon as 
we start winning, I'll cut back a bit. It's not like I'm 
addicted. Until then, shut the fuck up and leave me alone."
	"Why don't you take that bottle and shove it up your 
ass. It's probably healthier!"
	At first I thought he was going to hit me. Hell, he 
probably should have. At least that way he'd realize how 
fucked up he was. Instead, he just kept on insulting me.
	"You're the pathetic one, not me. Your friends are 
sluts, and your brother is a diaper-wearing retard."
	I then got really angry and started to cry. I kicked 
Scott as hard as I could in his shins, and screamed "I hate 
you!" It wouldn't have been nearly as bad if it didn't 
happen on my birthday.
	"Yeah, well happy birthday, bitch!"
	I walked home, slowly and still very upset. The walking 
helped me feel better a bit, but I was still upset. How 
could that happen? How could that possibly happen?
	When I got there, I saw that both of my parents' cars 
were gone, meaning that Kevin was the only one home. I 
walked in and slammed the door closed.
	"You look sad," said Kevin.
	"Yeah, well I am!" I shouted. I then realized I 
shouldn't take it out on him, and calmed down a bit. "Sorry, 
I'm really upset, that's all."
	"Did Scott do anything mean to you?" he asked.
	"Yeah," I said, sobbing a bit. How could he possibly 
know that? "But your too young to understand."
	"That must really suck," he said. Mom would tell him to 
watch his mouth, but I didn't care.
	"Yeah, it does suck. Hey, where are mom and dad?"
	"They went out."
	"You home alone?"
	"No Alex is here, he's just went outside to get 
something, that's all."
	"Oh great," I said. I wasn't quite ready to tell my 
fiends, but I guess I had too now. Alex would understand.
	"Surprise," said Alex, coming in through the other 
door.
	"Hi," I said.
	"Ally, what's wrong he asked me?"
	I almost started crying again, and then just managed to 
say it was Scott.
	"Want to talk about it?" he asked. I nodded and we 
walked upstairs to my room.
	I told Alex about Scott, and he got pretty upset. "That 
son of a bitch, I'll kill him," he said.
	"Not your fault, don't get involved," I said.
	"Actually, it is my fault. He asked em some stuff about 
you so he could impress you and I helped him out."
	"You mean he lied to me?"
	"No, he didn't lie. He probably meant what he was 
saying, but half of what he was saying were my words. I'm 
sorry."
	"That's OK. I just didn't wish this had to happen on my 
birthday."
	"It could be worse," he said, handing me a tissue. 
"Here, happy birthday." He gave me a birthday card with a 
hilarious joke on it. Inside was a really nice poem and a 
gift certificate to a store I liked.
	"Awe, thanks," I said.
	"No problem."
	"I'd better call Stacy."
	"You sure you want to do that?"
	"I have to."
	"OK, I'll go see how Kevin's doing." If there was one 
thing about Alex I really liked, it was that he got along 
with Kevin better then any other of my friends. Stacy was 
nice to him, but she sometimes bullied him (in fun of 
course), and Mackenzie and Amy just sort of pitied him. Alex 
actually treated him like a person.
	I called up Stacy and told her what happened. She 
sounded really angry.
	 "That little prick!" she screamed into the phone. "Oh 
well, you don't need him. Come on, we'll all go to the mall 
tomorrow, get you a lot of new stuff and when you come back, 
you'll really able to make him regret doing that."
	"I dunno about that."
	"Ally, face it, your going. Now just try to relax until 
then, and we'll have some fun."
	"OK, but please don't tell anybody about what 
happened."
	"Even Amy and Mack?"
	"You can tell them, but just don't twist it around."
	"OK. Bye, and happy birthday."
	"Bye."
	"So, was she as pissed as I was?" Alex asked.
	"Even more," I said. "She considers going to the mall 
to be therapeutic."
	"Actually, that's not a bad idea. I'll see you 
tomorrow."
	"Bye Alex."
	"Bye Scraps."
	Shortly after he left, my parents came home. We went 
out for dinner, as it was my birthday. I didn't talk to them 
about it but it came up somehow during dinner.
	"That's awful," said my mom.
	"And a damn shame," added my dad. "You know, that boy 
might have had a bright future. Instead, he wastes it by 
getting drunk and insulting people. People like that don't 
get very far."
	"Yeah, I know."
	"Well, don't let that get you down honey," said my mom. 
"There are other boys, and it is your birthday."
	When we got home, my mom gave me a sweater (a pretty 
nice looking one at that), and my dad gave me a check (he 
knew I liked to handle my own money). Kevin gave me a book 
on nature and a stuffed fox to add to my collection of 
stuffed animals.
	"I had to save up for it," he said. "Happy birthday."
	"Thanks," I said, giving him a hug. While my arms were 
around him, I slipped a finger down his plastic pants and 
checked his diapers. They were in need of changing.
	"I'll take care of it," said my mom.
	I decided to watch "Working Girl" again, even though I 
had seen it many times. Every time I saw Alec Baldwin, I 
kept on seeing Scott. And every time I saw Harrison Ford, I 
saw Alex. That didn't mean much, I thought. Scott is a 
bastard, and Alex is my friend. Makes sense, right.
	The next day, a Saturday, I wore my new sweater and 
some black pants. My mom gave me and my friends a ride to 
the mall and wished us happy spending.
	"If this doesn't cheer you up, nothing will," said 
Stacy. She handed me a box that contained a little talking 
robot that could be programmed to repeat what you say (like 
a parrot). "Happy birthday, Ally," it said in a mechanical 
voice.
	"Oh cool," I said. "Thanks a lot."
	"This is totally you," said Mackenzie, handing me a new 
fleece pullover.
	"Like, this too," said Amy, giving me a bottle of Tommy 
girl perfume.
	"Thanks a lot," I said.
	"You didn't get her anything, you loser," Stacy said, 
smacking Alex in the back of his head.
	"Yes I did, and I gave it to her yesterday," said Alex, 
smacking her back. I dreaded the day when a serious fight 
broke out between the two of them. "Now enough of this and 
lets go spend money.
	We toured the mall looking at some stuff, and buying 
others. I wound up with some new CD's, some shoes (can never 
have enough), another stuffed animal, some clothes, and a 
few other items. Alex got himself a really nice looking 
hockey jersey to add to his collection. It was Anaheim, I 
think, and it was like jade and purple, and it had a duck on 
it. I was tempted to get one myself, but I knew Stacy would 
laugh at me non-stop if I did.
	Just as we were having a good time, I looked a few feet 
in front of me and who should I see but Scott and his 
friends. "Let's go tell him," said Stacy.
	"No, I think we should keep walking," I said.
	"Allison!" Scott called. "Can we talk?"
	"She doesn't want to talk to you," Alex said.
	"Shutup, loser," said one of Scott's friends.
	"Look, I know I said a lot of stuff," said Scott. "And 
I'm really sorry. So can we please just talk this over?"
	I was vaguely tempted to, but I was also flooded with 
memories from yesterday. "I know you were drunk," I said. 
"And might not have meant most of what you said. But you 
still said it. I don't hate you, I didn't meant that. But I 
don't love you either. Goodbye, Scott."
	We walked away without another word said. I almost 
started to cry again, but then I realized my friends were 
there for me, who needs him.
	We waited for my mom to pick us up, and she didn't take 
to long. "Have a nice time?" she asked.
	"Yeah," I said.
	When I got home, Kevin asked me the same question. I 
gave him the same answer, and he began to initiate a play 
fight with me. I held him down, and told him to stop before 
something happens.
	"Something already did happen," he said grinning. I 
knew he was referring to his diapers.
	"OK, I'll change you in a minute." I had Kevin cleaned 
up and re-diapered in no time flat.
	"You know what I want for my birthday?" he asked me.
	"What?" I answered.
	"A crib," he said.
	I laughed a lot at this. It was the first time I had 
really laughed all day.
	
Part V		Alex
	Life got better a bit after breaking up with Scott. A 
few nasty rumors went on about me, but a lot of girls 
admired that I was strong enough to stand up for myself 
against somebody like that. Also, I was single again and I 
knew a lot of guys that might like me, but I was in no rush 
to go on a date.
	I noticed some tension occurring between some of 
Scott's friends and Alex. Some of the nasty comments 
directed at him were for him sticking up for me, and some of 
them were out of sheer jealous hatred. Alex was able to 
supply his own insults and ignored most of the threats. This 
went on until it all turned very serious on Friday.
	I was in History when I heard this kid Jeff bragging 
about how he and a few of his friends were going to jump 
some kid after school. I was a bit afraid that this kid 
might be Alex. My suspicion was confirmed when David, who 
worked in my lab group in chemistry told me he heard another 
kid named Ted talking about the same thing and mentioned 
Alex's name.
	At lunch, I decided to update my friend on the 
situation. I didn't want to see him get hurt. "Alex, I've 
been hearing stuff, and it sounds like a couple of kids 
really want you dead."
	"I want to see them motherfuckers try," he said, almost 
proudly.
	"Don't tell me your actually going to fight them. 
Please, don't do that."
	"Look, they are a couple of white athletes. They aren't 
going to be using knives. I know a lot about fighting, and 
if they really piss me off I'll go psycho on their ass. So 
don't worry about it."
	"That kid is impossible," said Stacy. She didn't quite 
realize how serious this was.
	After school, I told Stacy that I'd stick around and 
see what was going to happen. I found Alex in the gym 
waiting.
	"What are you doing here?" he asked.
	"Don't fight them," I said, as bluntly as I could.
	"Look, I appreciate that you're watching my back, but 
if I don't fight them they'll never leave me alone. Getting 
beat is the only thing these kids will understand as defeat. 
They don't see that they are losers until they lose."
	I couldn't really argue that. "I'm going to stick 
around anyway."
	"Good, I could use an audience," he said with a laugh. 
"Seriously though, this is my fight, Scraps, so don't get 
involved."
	I watched from the gym teacher's office as the 
aggressors entered. There were 5 of them: Jeff, Ted, Kenny, 
Eric, and Troy. I noticed Scott wasn't there.
	"You dumb punk, you actually showed up?" asked Kenny.
	"Like I would miss an opportunity to whip your ass?"
	"Fuck you."
	"Right back at you. Let's get this on. But I'm warning 
you, you'd better fight fair. So who's first?"
	Kenny stepped up and began to swing away. Alex threw an 
uppercut to his chin and delivered a soccer-style kick to 
his shins. Kenny began to curse at him and let his friends 
take over. Alex beat up Ted and Troy, but then Jeff and Eric 
really pounded him. While he was down, all 5 of them began 
to hit him again and again and again. It was painful to 
watch. He just didn't give up. he kept on cursing at them 
until they finally kicked him a few times and left him 
there.
	When I was sure they were gone, I emerged. Alex was on 
the floor. He was bleeding in several places, and he looked 
like he was in really bad shape. His jeans were torn and 
frayed. He wasn't crying, but he was pretty upset. I tried 
to prevent myself from panicking and helped him up.
	"They cheated!" he grumbled angrily. "The motherfuckers 
cheated!"
	"Your lucky you didn't get killed."
	"Yeah, well I'm as good as dead when my parents find 
out. And this hurts like hell."
	"Alex, do you trust me?"
	"Yeah I trust you."
	"Then come here."
	He put his arm around me to help keep himself up and we 
slowly set out for my house. Neither of said much, accept 
for him occasionally cursing himself for allowing this to 
happen. As fate would have it, it started to rain as well. 
Nonetheless, we made it there in one piece.
	I opened the door and we walked inside. Fortunately, my 
parents weren't around.
	"Getting home a little late?" asked Kevin. Then he saw 
Alex and said, "Wow, what happened to you?"
	"Kevin, shut up and don't say a word about this!" I 
scolded him.
	We walked upstairs and into the bathroom. The upstairs 
bathroom was essentially mine, and Kevin only used it to 
take a bath and brush his teeth. While in camp, I had taken 
a course in first aid, and it was about to come in handy.
	"Okay, I need to see how bad this is," I said somewhat 
firmly.
	He nodded and began to strip. Despite being thin, he 
was still somewhat muscular and despite being so badly 
messed up, he still had a fairly nice body. I wasn't 
thinking about it much. Instead, I was looking for signs of 
injury. He had bruises all over the place, as well as a few 
cuts. There was also a wet spot on his boxers, but I didn't 
want to embarrass him by bringing it up.
	"I'll go wash your clothes. Here, go ahead and wash 
yourself off and I'll be right back," I said. I took his 
clothes and put them in the washing machine, and went about 
looking for something he could wear in the meantime. I had a 
long T-shirt and a pair of sweat pants that I hadn't worn in 
a long time. As far as underwear went, however, he was out 
of luck. I decided to improvise a bit. I hoped he wouldn't 
mind wearing one of Kevin's diapers.
	I returned to the bathroom and set down the clothes. 
"One more thing," I said. I opened the medicine cabinet and 
took out a bottle of isopropyl alcohol and a cotton swab.
	"Oh, hell no," he said.
	"I know it stings, but it's better then getting an 
infection," I said. I applied a bit of the stuff to a swab 
and began to put it on some of his wounds. He didn't scream 
or cry like Kevin did, and pretty soon it was over. "There, 
that wasn't so bad. I got you some clothes. I hope you won't 
mind wearing one of Kevin's diapers while your clothes are 
in the laundry."
	"Better then nothing," he said, and I left him alone 
awhile. I just prayed he didn't get into trouble for this. 
Part of the reason he was fighting was because he stuck up 
for me, so I figured I owed it to him to help him out as 
much as I could.
	A few minutes later, he joined me on the couch and we 
watched TV. He still didn't say much. "You aright?" I asked, 
expecting a sarcastic answer.
	"Not particularly," he replied.
	I looked down at him again, and I noticed a damp spot 
beginning to spread across his crotch. Apparently he noticed 
it too, and got quite upset. "Fuck, I don't believe this. 
I'm really sorry," he said.
	"That's aright," I said trying to calm him down a bit. 
"It washes off. Your probably just a bit upset, that's all." 
He nodded, and I motioned for him to follow me. This time, 
we went up to Kevin's room.
	"Lie down," I said, pointing to the changing pad. He 
looked at me little startled, but complied. I took off my 
sweatshirt and tossed it aside. Then I kneeled down and took 
off the wet sweatpants. The cloth diaper he was wearing was 
soaked. I took that off and tossed it in the pail. He looked 
a little embarrassed, as he was now naked from the waste 
down. I took a disposable diaper and slid it under him. 
Next, I sprinkled baby powder on him just like I did Kevin. 
I could see he was starting to get an erection for all this 
attention and was embarrassed about it, so I tried to ignore 
it. I taped the diaper shut, and it fit (though just 
barely).
	He sat up and looked at me with a combination of 
confusion and fear. I sat down next to him and put my arm 
around him. A single tear dripped down his cheek. "It's all 
right," I said softly, and began to run my fingers through 
his hair. I always admired Alex's hair. He didn't ruin it by 
dying it, or getting his head shaved. He kept it neatly 
combed, and was very particular about it.
	"Scraps, why are you doing this?" he asked, his voice 
trembling.
	"Because we're friends and we're there to help each 
other," I said. I tried to smile, but looking at him, I just 
couldn't. He still looked very angry, at those kids, at 
himself, and at everyone. I held out my hand and he grabbed 
it.
	"Do you trust me?" he asked.
	"Sure," I said, unsure of what he was going to do next. 
He took my thumb and put it in his mouth and slowly began to 
suck on it. It felt really weird, but it also felt pretty 
good. The anger seemed to fade away at last.
	"Thanks," he said. Then after a pause, he added, "so 
what now?"
	"We wait until my parents get back. I'll explain this 
to them and they'll talk to your parents, and you won't get 
in any trouble."
	"I sure hope that works," he said. "In the meantime, 
try to relax."
	I gave him a pair of shorts to wear over his diaper, 
and we went back downstairs and watched a little more TV. I 
also explained briefly to Kevin what was going on, and got 
him changed as well.
	"Want something to drink?" I asked.
	"Coke, please," said Alex.
	"Could you get me one, too?" asked Kevin.
	"OK, 2 Cokes coming right up." I got 2 cans of soda and 
a 3rd for myself and dispensed them. Kevin began to ask Alex 
questions about the fight. I felt like smacking him, but 
Alex didn't seem too upset. He answered most of them, and 
Kevin was impressed with how he handled kids that big.
	I noticed Alex squirming and looking a bit 
uncomfortable. "It's OK to go when you have a diaper on," I 
told him.
	He nodded, and began to wet his diaper. "Much better," 
he said.
	"Do you want me to change you?" I asked.
	"No, I don't even feel wet. This is kinda cool."
	"It gets better," Kevin said.
	"Well," Alex said. "It could be a lot worse."
	We spent some time chatting about typical teenage 
stuff. Alex for the most part had returned to his normal 
sarcastic self. In fact, there wasn't any noticeable 
difference in him at all except for what he was wearing. It 
was a welcome recovery.
	After he had wet the diaper a second time, he very 
quietly asked me if I could change him. It was clear he was 
embarrassed about it, but who wouldn't be. Besides, I wasn't 
going to say no. The kid was emotionally shaken up, and he 
couldn't help it. He needed me to look after him for the 
time being.
	I took him upstairs to Kevin's room and changed him. In 
the meantime, I heard my parent's cars pulling up to the 
house (it wasn't unusual for them to arrive home at the same 
time). I got downstairs to inform them of what was going on 
before they started to ask Kevin. Luckily, he didn't tell 
them already.
	"Hi, honey, what's going on?" my dad asked me.
	"A lot," I said. "And not all of it's good."
	I told them the whole story and initially they didn't 
react to it. "Well," said my dad. "That is definitely not a 
very good situation to be in. I don't condone fighting, but 
if what you said was true, and I wouldn't accuse you of 
lying, then Alex did something quite commendable. On the 
other hand, it was very stupid. And now he's hurt because of 
it."
	"We both know how his parents can be," said my mom. 
"Dear, I think we should help him out on this one."
	"Please," I said, my eyes begging.
	"I'll see what I can do," said my dad. "But in the 
meantime, I'd like to talk to him. To make sure he's OK."
	I went upstairs and told him it was safe to come down. 
He crept downstairs slowly and cautiously, and the crinkling 
sound his diaper made was audible. I couldn't do much more 
for him, it was up to him to convince my parents. They asked 
him a few questions, and he answered them with the truth. At 
last my parents seemed satisfied and agreed to make sure no 
further harm became of him (his parents were nice people 
most of the time, but totally flipped out whenever Alex got 
into trouble).
	My dad was on the phone with Alex's dad for awhile, and 
the conversation got quite heated at some points. While this 
was going on, I got his clothes form the wash and 
transferred them to the dryer. He spent some time 
entertaining Kevin and I watched as they played together. I 
wished that I was able to bond like that to my brother, but 
there was some degree of distrust and sibling rivalry 
instilled, and no matter what I did, I couldn't remove it.
	When at last Alex's parents came, there was a brief 
exchange of words between his parents and mine, and then he 
was off. "Thanks a lot," he said on his way out.
	"No problem," I called after him. Hopefully, he'd be 
OK.

Part VI		Secrets Revealed

	The next day was Saturday. I was able to sleep in until 
about 8:00. I have never really been one for sleeping in 
late. Kevin got up about a half hour after me.
	"Good morning, Kev," I said.
	"Good morning, Ally," he answered.
	"Want some pancakes?" I asked him.
	"Yeah!" he responded enthusiastically. Kevin has always 
complimented me on my pancakes, and most of the time I made 
them just for him.
	"OK, but you have to go get the paper."
	"No problem," he answered. Our house had a fence around 
it, so nobody would be able to see him in just his diapers 
when he went out. When he brought the paper in, we both 
looked at the front page. He then took the sports section, 
while I grabbed the today section. No good movies playing 
and not much interesting. I cooked pancakes with chocolate 
chips in them. I took one for myself and gave the rest to 
Kevin. He said they were very good, and I had to agree with 
him.
	After breakfast, I took him up to his room and changed 
him out of his wet diapers. I then showered and got dressed. 
My parents, in the meantime, were just getting up. Kevin had 
made plans to go over a friend's house, and my parents were 
having lunch with friends of theirs, leaving me in an 
awkward situation. I'm 16 and female. I'm supposed to be the 
one with all of the plans.
	I really didn't have much of anything to do that day, 
so I called up my friends and invited them over to hang out 
for a little bit. We didn't do much more then talk, but the 
topics of conversation were pretty interesting. We shared 
the latest gossip with one another, and then got into a 
debate about which was cuter: Backstreet Boys or n Sync. 
Stacy and I both thought they looked gay while Mackenzie and 
Amy adored them. Eventually, we got around to talking about 
Alex.
	"So, what happened?" asked Stacy. "Did he fight?"
	"Yeah, he fought."
	"I'll bet he got his ass kicked."
	"Yup."
	"What a dork. I told him not to fight."
	"He got hurt pretty bad."
	"That sucks," said Amy.
	"Totally," said Mack.
	I didn't really want to tell them exactly how messed up 
he was yesterday, and I didn't want Stacy teasing him in his 
absence either, so I changed the topic. "Want to go out for 
pizza later?"
	"Sure."
	"Ya-huh."
	"All right."
	"So, I'll see you guys at like 6:30, OK?"
	"Fine."
	About 15 minutes after they left, who should show up 
but Alex himself. He looked a lot better then he did 
yesterday, but he was still scarred. "Feeling better?" I 
asked him.
	"Yeah," he answered, then added. "Some stuff I have to 
tell you."
	"OK, come on in and we'll talk about it."
	He entered and said hello to Kevin, who had since 
returned. then we sat down in my room and I waited to hear 
what he had to say. "Well, after I left here yesterday, I 
went to the hospital. I didn't break anything, but I tore a 
muscle here." He pointed to the bandage around his hand.
	"So it's not too bad."
	"It gets worse. My parents were pretty pissed at me, 
but they gave me a chance to explain what happened. I told 
them, and they got even more pissed. But then I also told 
them why I took those kids on, and they were a little more 
understanding. They kept on asking me questions and stuff, 
and I was telling them some things that I knew I'd live to 
regret talking about. Surprisingly, they didn't get too mad 
and we worked something out."
	"What's the verdict?"
	"Well, the next time I have a problem, they want me to 
tell them whatever it is. I was stupid enough to agree to 
that."
	"That's not stupid at all."
	"Yeah, well you don't know half of what my problems 
are."
	"Care to share some?"
	"According to a psychiatric examination I got about an 
hour or 2 ago, I suffer from depression."
	"I knew about that one already. You never smile."
	"I also have repressed violent tendencies."
	"I didn't know that....."
	"Maybe I shouldn't say any more."
	"No, it's OK, go ahead. Some times it's good to talk 
about this stuff."
	"I seem to have an obsession with death and I'm on 
track to experience some of it very soon."
	"You're not going to kill anybody, right?"
	"I hope not, but sometimes it's hard to resist thinking 
about doing it. Furthermore, the only way I can experience 
any degree of happiness at all is through regressive 
tendencies."
	"What?"
	"By pretending that I'm like a little kid again."
	"OK. You're right, you do have a lot of problems, but 
everyone has problems."
	"Not like this, I'm a freak!"
	"You are not a freak. Your just an individual."
	"What's that supposed to mean?"
	"Look, I see you doing all kinds of crazy stuff that 
looks like fun, but I'm too afraid to try it."
	"Don't envy me, I'm not worth it."
	"Yeah you are. Your smart, your funny, and your not 
afraid to be yourself."
	"Thanks, but answer me this. If all of that is true, 
then why do I feel like I'm cut off from the rest of the 
world half the time?"
	"Because your shy and sometimes afraid, I guess. But I 
still think your great."
	"Yeah?"
	By this time what I was saying had gone beyond me just 
being a good friend. As I was talking, I realized I'd been 
making a big mistake for quite some time. I went out with 
Scott and a few others before him because he was popular and 
attractive. And while those were good qualities to have, he 
also had a lot of bad ones as well. The guy I should have 
gone out with was sitting right next to me. He wasn't as 
popular as Scott or the others were, but I knew he would 
never get drunk and hurt me. I once heard that love ruins 
friendships. It was a risk I was willing to take.
	"Yeah," I answered. I then kissed him on the lips.
	"What was that for?" he asked. I then got very nervous. 
Maybe he didn't like me.
	"You had it coming to you," I managed to reply.
	"I've thought about the idea of us before. I never 
thought it would work."
	"Want to find out?"
	"Hell yeah." He kissed me back and we put our arms all 
over each other. We were interrupted when I sensed he was 
slowly wetting himself. He let go and looked down at his 
crotch. "Fuck! I'm sorry."
	"It's OK, it happens," I answered.
	"Maybe I'm just nervous," I said. "That was the first 
time I've ever kissed anybody."
	"You did a pretty good job then."
	"Thanks, so did you."
	We were again interrupted, this time by Kevin entering 
my room. I could tell he needed a change. "Be right back," I 
told Alex. I took Kevin into his room and changed him. While 
I was there, I asked him how he felt about wearing diapers.
	"I love them," he answered. "They feel all soft and 
warm. It's like wearing a pillow."
	I laughed then asked him if he thought Alex would like 
wearing them. "He told me he might."
	"When was this?" I asked.
	"Awhile ago," he answered. "I wasn't supposed to tell."
	"Well, I'm glad you did," I told him and patted his 
head. "Hey Alex, come here for a minute."
	"Yeah?"
	"Would you like wearing diapers?"
	"What?"
	"Well, you said you feel happier when you act younger, 
and Kevin said you might."
	He gave Kevin an angry stare. "She forced it out of 
me," Kevin said, then walked away.
 	"Yes, I would like wearing them. You weren't supposed 
to find out about that, though."
	"Why?"
	"Cuz it's weird."
	"It's OK to be weird. Come here and I'll put some on 
you."
	He cautiously approached the changing pad and at last 
lied down on it. He looked really nervous.
	"You OK?"
	"Yeah, this just kind of reminds me of when I visited 
the doctor's for a check-up a while ago. It was all cold and 
the guy kept on looking at me. Made me feel scared. I know 
doctors save lives and help people, but I hate the medical 
profession. Death's supposed to be part of life and their 
screwing with natural selection."
	"I don't agree with you there, but you have nothing to 
be scared about." I untied his shoes and took them off. 
Next, I stripped him off his slightly wet pants. He began to 
feel more relaxed, but the tension returned when I took off 
his boxers. He had a pretty big erection. At least now I was 
sure he liked me.
	"You want disposable or cloth?" I asked him
	"Disposable," he answered. I took a disposable diaper 
and set it out under him. Next, I put powder on him like I 
did for Kevin. I taped the diaper up. It was a snug fit, but 
it did the trick. I then took his wet pants and put some 
water on them. They'd dry off pretty quick. "Thanks," he 
answered. He was actually smiling.
	"Don't mention it," I told him. We walked downstairs 
and sat on the couch and joined Kevin in watching a movie.
	"Now we match," Alex told him.
	"Your not angry at em for telling, are you?"
	"No, not at all. I'm glad you did, cuz I don't think I 
would have been able to. You're not angry at me for going 
out with your sister are you?"
	"You're going out? Cool."
	"Yup. And it just keeps on getting cooler, right, 
Ally?"
	"Sure."
	"Hey, since you've done a lot for me so far, let me do 
something for you," Alex said. "Anything bothering you?"
	"Not really."
	"You're sure."
	"Well, OK. Sometimes I get really scary dreams."
	"Not scarier then mine. I had one that lasted 5 hours 
once and it..."
	"OK, not that scary, but still pretty bad."
	"More, por favor."
	"It's like everyone I know is on a bus, and we're 
headed for a cliff, and I'm shouting that we're going to go 
off the edge and nobody's listening."
	"Well, then they're assholes. Screw them."
	"No, but it'd be really bad if that happened."
	"Yes it would, but it won't. Besides, people will 
listen to you if your right, and even if your wrong 
sometimes."
	"You think so."
	"Yup."
	I put one of my arms around Alex and the other around 
Kevin. I could have stayed there for ever, had I not 
remembered that I was supposed to be elsewhere.
	"Shit. I promised I'd meet Stacy, Amy and Mack for 
pizza in a few minutes."
	"So go."
	"But I'd rather be here."
	"So don't go."
	"But that'd be a mean thing to do to my friends."
	"So the 2 of us will go."
	"But I'm really not supposed to leave Kevin alone like 
this."
	"So all of us will go."
	"OK."
	"Wait a minute, I can't go around wearing this."
	"So what if people see you wearing diapers," said 
Kevin. "Most of them can't even tell and the ones that do 
don't do anything."
	"Aright, then let's bounce."
	"Wait, before we go, anyone need a change?" I asked.
	"No."
	"No."
	"OK then."
	As we headed out the door, I found myself wondering how 
people would react to Alex and me. They had enough trouble 
reacting to just Alex alone. Oh well, I'm going to have fun 
no matter what.

Chapter VII	May Mayhem

	The three of us walked into the pizzeria a little after 
6:30. Well stocked with quarters, Kevin took off to play 
some video games almost right away. Alex and I found the 
rest of our group already waiting for us.
	"Hey what took you so long," Stacy said. "Hi Alex."
	"Sup?" he answered.
	"So are you like feeling better?" asked Amy.
	"Yeah, lots."
	"Well Ted and the rest of them are total assholes," 
said Mackenzie. She used to date Ted back in 8th grade and 
could make that statement quite honestly.
	"Yeah, well me and Brent will get them back."
	"Just don't get hurt doing it," I said. "Revenge isn't 
worth it."
	"Sure it is, but I'll debate that later. Let's get some 
food."
	We all agreed to that and got 2 large pies. Kevin 
returned from his gaming escapades to eat with us. Stacy 
kept teasing him by asking him she wanted her to feed him, 
and he kept coming back with smart-ass answers. It had been 
this way for awhile. Honestly, now that I think about it, if 
they were alone, I believe Kevin would have let Stacy feed 
him.
	Alex and I couldn't seem to take our eyes off of each 
other, and they were beginning to notice. I wasn't quite 
sure how to tell them yet, and I knew I'd have to be the one 
to do so. Fortunately, Kevin gave me the perfect 
opportunity.
	"Hey Alex, you have any quarters?" he asked.
	"Yeah."
	"I want to play you in Marvel vs. Capcom."
	"Your on, kid."
	As soon as he left, everyone shifted from receptive 
friend mode into gossip mode. "All right, what the hell's 
going on?" asked Stacy.
	"Like enlighten us," said Amy.
	"Ya, up the information exchange," said Mack.
	"Well, OK, I was saving this for later, but me and Alex 
are going out."
	"What?!" said Stacy, loud enough for everyone in the 
place to hear. "No offense, but are you out of your fuckin' 
mind?"
	"No. He's a really great guy. It's just kinda hard to 
see that, but it's there if you look hard enough."
	"Are we talking about that same person here?"
	"No, Alex is nice," said Amy. "I remember when I was 11 
he fixed my bike for me."
	"Yeah, and he helped me pass science," said Mack.
	"I'll tell you more later," I said. I took some 
pleasure in keeping my friends waiting. They were usually 
vultures for any kind of information, and I felt special 
knowing that I had it for once and they didn't. Usually, I 
was amongst the last to hear about anything.
	Alex and Kevin returned and Kevin had the telltale sign 
of worry on his face. He had used his diaper, and 
unfortunately, I didn't bring any extras. "We've got to get 
going," I said abruptly. "Cya Monday."
	"Bye," they said unanimously.
	"Later," said Alex.
	We walked back to my house, and I checked Kevin's 
diaper. He pooped in it and wet it, but he was diapered up 
thickly enough so that I wouldn't have to change him for a 
little bit, I always powdered him well enough so that he 
wouldn't get a rash. Besides, as disgusting as it sounds, I 
think he might actually enjoy a wet and messy diaper as 
opposed to a dry one.
	"How about you, you need changing?" I asked Alex.
	"No," he answered. I didn't exactly believe him, and 
pulled down his pants. His diaper looked to be dry from the 
outside. I put my fingers in and checked from the inside. He 
had dampened a little, but not much. I could tell he was 
excited when I placed my fingers there. "Well, I've got to 
be going," he said. "Cya."
	"Bye," I said. I gave him a kiss on the cheek before he 
left. He smiled and almost blushed, then walked out the 
door. He was getting better at it.
	Monday proved to be a very interesting day. The word 
got around about me and Alex, and people responded with 
mixed results. A lot of people said we were an interesting 
couple, a few more said they were glad that Alex finally 
found somebody, and a couple of people asked me if I was 
getting paid to go out with him. In all honesty, I didn't 
care what I thought. I was happy, and it was that which 
counted.
	Alex and his gang began to plot revenge against the 
jocks. He wouldn't tell me what he was up to, but he told me 
he was sure it'd be good. Though I really wanted to know, I 
decided to trust him on that one.
	Something really weird also happened. As I was walking 
to my 2nd period class, I saw this kid walking in the 
hallways. He must have been around 16 or so, my age. He was 
wearing really baggy clothing, but his pants seemed to bulge 
out a bit. I began to wonder if he wore diapers. Stacy told 
me she saw the same kid and was beginning to think the same 
thing.
	We saw him again during lunch, and we tried to talk to 
him, but he kept avoiding us. "I'll talk to him," said Alex. 
"He's probably just really shy, and I know what that's 
like."
	I watched Alex as he approached the kids. He looked 
like he was going to depart again, but he had nowhere else 
to go. "What do you want?" he finally asked.
	"Just to talk. Hi, my name's Alex."
	"Jerry."
	"That's my friend Amy, and that's Mackenzie. Their 
virtual twins. That's Stacy, you've got to watch out for 
her. And that's my girlfriend Ally. She's hot isn't she?" I 
began to giggle.
	"They've been following me around all day. Why don't 
you just leave me alone?"
	"Cuz I want to ask you something."
	"What?" he asked. He was starting to get nervous.
	"Here, I'll write it down."
	He wrote 'do you wear diapers' on a piece of paper and 
gave it to Jerry. Jerry looked at the paper and became 
angry. He looked around him and saw a lot of strange, 
unfriendly kids. At least this one was willing to talk to 
him, so he felt maybe he could trust him. "Yes," he said 
solemnly.
	"So do I."
	"What? You wear...."
	"Shh. Yup."
	"What about your friends? Do they?"
	"No. You and me are probably the only kids in the 
school that do, but they know and their still my friends. 
They can be your friends, too, if you talk to them."
	"Cool. And we're not the only ones. I go to the nurse 
to get changed, and I see at least 4 other kids."
	"Damn, I didn't know that."
	Meanwhile, Brent came over to our table. He has a habit 
of showing up from time to time uninvited. "Hey, how's it 
going? Where's Alex at?"
	I pointed in the direction of Jerry, and Brent looked 
none to pleased. "What's he talking to that retarded kid 
for? He Alex, over here!"
	"Just a minute," he yelled back. "That's my friend 
Brent. He can be a pain in the ass, but he's cool."
	The two of them then walked back and Alex introduced 
Jerry to all of us. Brent and Jerry then both sat down and 
lunch got under way. "So, i heard you and her are going 
together," he said to Alex.
	"Yup."
	"Damn, you're lucky."
	"He's a lot more then lucky," I said.
	"So, Jerry, you wear diapers," Stacy said in a low 
voice. Brent burst out laughing until Alex told him to shut 
up. Jerry nodded.
	"So does my brother Kevin," I added.
	"So, your new here or something?" asked Brent.
	"Yeah. We moved here about a month ago. In my old 
school, I was really popular but I've had problems finding 
friends here."
	"Where's you old school?" asked Mackenzie.
	"In Orange. It was a special school. Everyone there 
took regular classes in stuff, but at least half the kids 
wore diapers. We also did a lot of arts and crafts."
	"I read about that place, but I wasn't sure if it was 
real or not," said Alex. "You're lucky to have gone there."
	"Yeah, I miss it a lot. It was great."
	"You do anything besides wear diapers?" asked Stacy.
	"Yeah, I make comic books."
	"Aright, so your an artist?" asked Brent.
	"I do the words, too."
	"Cool."
	We were able to learn a lot about Jerry during lunch, 
and while we all agreed that he has lived a very, umm, 
unique life, we thought it was pretty cool.
	My own life kept getting better in the meantime. I was 
able to get a summer job as an assistant to this lady who 
happens to be a zoologist. It seemed perfect for me. My 
parents also said I would get $50 if I finished with an A 
average. With Alex's help it looked plausible (a new word I 
learned that meant capable of being done but not yet 
actually done).
	Speaking of Alex, we developed a nice little routine. 
Ever day after school, he'd hang out at my house for a 
little bit. I'd change his diaper and sometimes he'd play 
like a baby. It was so cute. He could also be very much a 
man, and that too was fun. We were both really happy 
together.
	As the month came to a close, I learned Stacy was going 
out with Brent (and I thought me and Alex would be a 
shocker)! I also went to a Sweet 16 party or 2, and played 
in our school's Multicultural Volleyball game (being part 
Italian and part Polish qualifies me as multicultural all 
right).
	By the time May was over, we were already making plans 
for the summer. It was agreed that we'd have a party 
sometime shortly after school ended. Alex also revealed his 
revenge plan and one of Kevin's friends turned out to be in 
a lot of trouble. Of course, all that is next month.

Chapter VIII	Neil

	It was a bright, sunny Spring day. I had just arrived 
home, minus Alex because he was sick. I poured myself a 
glass of iced tea and looked out my window and at the great 
big maple tree outside. Dr. Rosenbaum would probably 
appreciate it if I was somehow able to find some sap with an 
insect intact from that tree. Very narrow chance of that 
happening.
	Kevin walked in and I gave him a sisterly hug. I 
noticed he seemed a little pale. I hoped he wasn't getting 
sick. "Anything wrong?" I asked him.
	"No," he said.
	I sensed that something indeed was bothering him, but I 
didn't want to push it. "Let's get you changed," I said. I 
took him up to his room and pulled down his pants and 
removed his disposable diaper. It must have weighed 5 
pounds. I wiped his stinky butt up and put plenty of powder 
on him.
	"Can you diaper me really thick?" he asked.
	"Sure," I answered.
	I took around 6 or 7 diapers and slid them under him. I 
used a lot of pins to get them securely on him, and his 
plastic pants barely fit over them, but he got what he 
wanted. I washed my hands and left him to play as usual.
	After I finished my homework, I noticed he was still in 
his room, playing with a toy car unenthusiastically, same as 
before. "OK, what's' going on?" I asked.
	"I had a bad day."
	"What happened?"
	"I don't want to tell anybody."
	"Is it something really really bad?"
	"I don't think so."
	"OK. Anything I can do to make it better?"
	"Can you read me a story?"
	"Sure." I just finished a 500 page book, so a story or 
2 was no big deal. "You want one at bed too?"
	"Yeah."
	"Come here," I said. I had an old rocking chair in my 
room that used to belong to my grandmother. I sat down in it 
and Kevin sat on my lap. "What do you want to hear?"
	"I don't know."
	"How about The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe?"
	"Yeah."
	I read him part of the Narinia chronicles, and he 
seemed to calm down a bit. Whatever was bothering him was 
slowly going away. It also felt good to be holding him 
there, and having him sit on my lap like a toddler. With 
Alex, it had a sexual connotation, but when I babied Kevin, 
it felt emotionally good. I wanted a child of my own some 
day, but I was in no rush to get pregnant.
	My parents got home a short while later, and I helped 
to cook dinner. I also called my friends up and we exchanged 
gossip as usual. Stacy kept on complaining about a few of 
Brent's bad habits while at the same time complimenting him 
on his body, and Amy and Mack ranted on about their 
experiences at a carnival. I didn't have too much to share.
	Lastly, I called Alex to see how he was feeling. He 
said he was better and would regrettably be back in school 
tomorrow. He also said his mom changed his diapers while he 
was sick and treated him just like a baby. I could see why 
he would regret returning.
	Come bed time, I changed Kevin's diapers and tucked him 
in. Then I continued reading him the story. He looked 
perfectly content as he lie there half listening and half 
asleep.
	Kevin was okay for a few more days, but eventually he 
came home all upset again. This time, he was more upset then 
previously. Worse yet, he was tight-lipped about it. I was 
able to gently coerce him into telling me what was wrong, 
and I was really shocked when I found out.
	It turned out that Kevin's friend Neil was suffering 
abuse at the hands of his father. I had seen Neil once 
before and he looked like your typical, happy kid. According 
to Kevin, he was until a few weeks ago. Then, for no 
apparent reason, Neil's father started giving him really bad 
spankings and yelling at him.
	Neil was also a bedwetter, and while he previously used 
a plastic sheet for protection, his parents now forcibly 
diapered him 24/7. He wasn't allowed to take off his diapers 
and he was left unchanged for long periods of time. Neil had 
come to school today with bruises all over the place, and 
they called the police. This really upset Kevin and me as 
well. I just couldn't believe anybody would treat their kid 
like that.
	I talked about it with my friends and they were 
likewise shocked and appalled. Alex and Brent thought about 
going over their and giving the culprits a taste of their 
own medicine with a baseball bat, but we talked him out of 
it.
	When my parents got home, I told them as well. My dad 
got really pissed and gave this big speech about how 
ignorant and irresponsibly some people are, and my mom 
agreed with him. I agreed to, but all of that wasn't doing 
anything. I wondered if they had taken the parents away. As 
I later found out, they hadn't.
	The next day, Kevin came home a bit later then usual. 
Following him was Neil. He was out of breath and looked like 
he'd been crying recently. There were also fresh bruise 
marks on him. Luckily, he wasn't bleeding anywhere. Though I 
sympathized with the kid, I didn't want to scare him off 
with attention.
	"That's my sister Allison," said Kevin, introducing me 
to him. "And that's Alex."
	"Hi," we both said.
	"Hi," he said nervously.
	"Come over here," I said.
	He walked over to me awkwardly and I looked him over. 
He had no open cuts, but was still beaten. From the smell, 
his diapers were long overdue for a change. How anybody 
could live like that was beyond me. I gave him a big hug.
	"What are you going to do?" he asked me.
	"Well change your diapers for one thing," I said.
	"You can't," he replied. "There's a lock on them."
	"Let me see," I responded. I unzipped his worn jeans 
and pulled them down. He was wearing an enormously large 
amount of diapers, covered by a thick pair of plastic pants 
which did have a locking mechanism of some sort. He was 
actually stuck in his diapers. Even Kevin admitted that he 
wouldn't want that to happen to him.
	My dad came home from work early, and I explained the 
situation to him. Initially, he was fuming, but eventually 
he calmed down. He made up his mind he'd call the police 
right away. He thanked me for telling him and told me to 
make sure that Neil was okay.
	In the meantime, Alex tried desperately to get Neil's 
diapers off of him. He had no success, so he called Jerry. 
"Do you know anything about locking plastic pants?"
	"Yeah. My mommy makes me wear them when I'm bad. Why?"
	Alex explained what was going on and Jerry was willing 
to help. "I think the key for them is universal."
	"I hope so."
	"What's going to happen to me?" Neil asked.
	I didn't know how to break it to him. He'd definitely 
be in shock. Fortunately, Kevin already had an explanation 
ready.
	"My dad called the police and they're going to take 
your mom and dad away."
	"Why?"
	"Cuz they did bad stuff. But it's only for a little 
bit. It's until they get better, I guess."
	"Where am I going to live?"
	"You can live here," said Kevin amiably. I agreed that 
it might not be a bad idea.
	Jerry finally arrived, key to his locking plastic pants 
in hand. Surprisingly enough, he and Neil knew each other 
and struck up some conversation. Jerry was able to cheer him 
up a bit. We tried the key and it worked. Now I was faced 
with the task of changing him.
	I took Neil up to Kevin's room and set him down on the 
changing pad. I removed his now unlocked plastic pants, and 
took all the pins out of his diapers, and at last removed 
them. Oh God what a mess. If I wasn't so used to changing 
Kevin by now, I was sure I would have puked. I wiped him 
clean with several baby wipes and used a lot of powder on 
him. I then put him in some relatively light diapers and 
washed my hands. He was still a bit overwhelmed. I changed 
Kevin as well while I was at it.
	My mom came home next and we explained everything to 
her. She agreed with my dad on his decision, but was a bit 
hesitant when we suggested Neil stay here for the time 
being. Upon seeing he had nowhere else to go, she agreed.
	A policeman showed up 15 minutes later. It was Officer 
Jenkins, who taught drug education in school. He was pretty 
cool. "Hi, how are you all doing?" he asked. "Is Neil here?"
	I brought him forward and Officer Jenkins asked him a 
lot of questions. "well, we're going to have to take him and 
have him checked out. Since he doesn't have anywhere else to 
go, I'm sure he can stay with you folks for the time being."
	"Thanks Officer Jenkins," I said.
	The next day, a Saturday, Kevin and I both got up nice 
and early. I called the police station to see what was going 
on. I was informed that they had arrested Neil's parents and 
they were being held on child abuse charges. Neil himself 
was doing OK, and was having a few tests done on him.
	Later on, all of us a family took a trip down there. 
Neil came running up and hugged all of us. "Thanks a lot," 
he said.
	"Can I go talk to his parents?" I asked.
	"Allison, that's not a good idea," said my dad.
	"Let her express herself, dear," said my mom.
	"As long as you don't instigate anything, go ahead," my 
dad relented.
	I got a chance to visit Mr. and Mrs. Jordan. They 
weren't overly mean looking people, but after a minute or 
two it became bitterly clear that they were in fact very 
harsh.
	"What do you want?" asked Mr. Jordan.
	"I just want to know why you did it," I said. "I mean, 
Neil is your son, don't you love him?"
	"Sure we do," answered Mrs. Jordan. "But we raise our 
kid our way, and your family raises you another way."
	"Yeah, and does you raising your kid call for putting 
all those bruises on him."
	"Why you little whore!" began Mr. Jordan. His wife 
clamed him and gave a more plausible answer.
	"It's not that simple. You see, most of today's kids 
get into all kinds of trouble. Drugs, drinking, sex. Their 
really not nice, and they're a far cry from our generation. 
So we take an extra step or two to make sure Neil doesn't 
turn out that way. Plus, Louis just lost his job not too 
long ago, so it's put a lot of additional stress in our 
family. We never really meant to hurt Neil."
	"Oh, okay," I said. I didn't believe a word of what she 
said. She made it sound like the two of them were fucking 
perfect and the rest of us were just white trash. As angry 
as I was, I was willing to let it go when Mrs. Jordan 
continued with something even more offensive.
	"Take you, for example. Your a nice, normal girl, 
right?"
	"Yeah, I'd like to think so."
	"You do any drugs?"
	"No."
	"Good for you."
	"Hey, look at the way you dress," said Mr. Jordan. "If 
those pants could get any tighter..."
	"And let's not forget the attitude," said Mrs. Jordan. 
"How dare you come in here and harass us on parenting, young 
lady!"
	I couldn't take it anymore. I ran out of there nearly 
crying. I hoped both of them got sent behind bars. On the 
way out, Kevin gave them both the middle finger, and my dad 
gave them a very stern look. None of us wanted to see them 
ever again.
	We took Neil home with us, and for 2 weeks, he was a 
member of the family. I treated him pretty much the same way 
I treated Kevin, which was nice most of the time. Neil and 
Kevin formed a very close bond and were in fact a lot like 
brothers. He was able to get Neil's confidence back up, and 
the emotional scars healed in line with the physical. Of 
course, it was a bit of extra work for me to change two 
diapered boys, but it was worth it if it made them happy.
	It was sad when we had to say good by to Neil. He had a 
custody hearing. Apparently, the state had found somebody 
who really wanted to adopt him. That somebody turned out to 
be Patricia Lions, a senior at my school! It was good 
knowing that Neil was going to having a nice, caring person 
look after him, and that he'd be able to remain friends with 
Kevin. And by the way, Neil's parents and their insane views 
on parenting got sent up to the pen. So much for them and 
their perfect generation.

Chapter IX	Revenge, Sort of

	It was another boring Sunday. Worse yet, it was pretty 
damn hot, like at around 90ish. It was also pretty 
uncomfortable. As bad as it was for me, it was probably 
worse for Kevin. I saw him sitting there, probably drenched 
in urine and sweat and all of it trapped beneath several 
layers of tightly fitting thick cloth. He never did complain 
about his diapers, even when it was hotter then this, and I 
didn't expect him to start now.
	I was sitting on the porch staring idly outside and 
looking for any signs of life when Alex and Brent showed up. 
They were both out of breath and sweating profusely. Oddly 
enough, they were also both smiling.
	"What's going on?" I asked.
	"You are not going to believe what we did to those 
guys," said Alex. By those guys, I knew he was referring to 
Jeff, Kenny, Ted, Troy and the others.
	"Yeah, it was sweet," said Brent.
	"Well, what did you do?" I asked. I didn't like being 
kept in suspense.
	"Here we go," said Alex. "All of them and a couple of 
girls they were with went golfing. So we followed them 
there. They were being total jerkoffs as usual. Anyway, 
Ricky Lekets works at the snack bar. And he owed em a favor 
for doing Spanish homework for him all last year. So when I 
saw our targets were getting kinda thirsty and about to buy 
Cokes, I spiked their drinks a bit."
	"A bit?" asked Brent. "You put enough fuckin' 
chemicals...."
	"What did you put in there?" I asked.
	"Some fast-acting diuretics, Ex Lax, food coloring so 
their tongues will turn green, something that will make them 
very drowsy, lots of salt so they'll have seconds, and 
lastly a little saliva to top it off."
	"Eww, and they drank it?"
	"Yup."
	"It didn't work right away. But after everyone's second 
drink, it kicked in."
	"So, what happened?" I asked. It was an unnecessary 
question, as I had a pretty clear picture of what happened. 
Alex's actual account was nearly an exact match, to my 
astonishment.
	I pictured all of them hanging out by the pool, 
collecting a tan. They were probably laughing about 
something or other, most likely Alex.
	"So, didn't he like get really mad?" asked Cindy.
	"Yeah, he said he'd get his revenge," said Kenny.
	"We're all fuckin' terrified," Jeff said sarcastically. 
Ted laughed, then found himself getting a little queasy. So 
did Troy. He knew he was about to puke or mess himself or 
both, so he took off for a bathroom post haste. His friends 
weren't as swift thinkers as he was and the results were 
hazardous. "Hey, I'm not feeling too good," said Jeff.
	"I'm feeling great," said Kenny. He dove back into the 
water. "Come on in, the water's great," he said to Pamela. 
No sooner had he finished his sentence then he released a 
big smelly fart right in the middle of the pool. Everyone 
else began moving away from him and a few were laughing.
	"That wasn't funny," said Pamela. Kenny looked at her 
red-faced. How did he allow that to happen?" Suddenly, he 
ripped another one.
	"You should really control yourself, man," said Jeff. 
Something he ate or drank caught up with him and before he 
could finish his wisecrack, he vomited right on Marisa's new 
shoes.
	"My shoes!" she shrieked. Jeff looked up at her 
fearfully.
	"I'm so fuckin' sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't feel it 
coming."
	"Let's see if you feel this coming!" she said, and 
punched him in the jaw.
	"Bitch!" She then kicked him in the balls and he fell 
to the ground moaning. Ted stood there motionless. Suddenly, 
he felt a hot rush of pee escape him. He tried to make it 
stop, but he found himself unable to control the flow. He 
was wetting himself just like a 2-year old. Worse yet, a 
couple of drops of urine splashed and hit Cindy in the face.
	"Did you just pee on me?" she said, looking at Ted 
angrily.
	The mighty varsity basketball team center flushed 
bright red and began bawling. "I couldn't help it!" he said.
	"The hell you couldn't!" She picked up a towel and 
slapped him in the face with it several times. He backed 
away and sat shamefully in his sopping wet Speedos. She then 
turned to Marisa and Pamela, and the three of them began 
whispering something to each other. They then turned around 
and looked upon their male comrades with malicious glee.
	Cindy spread out the towel and told Ted to lie down on 
it. He nervously approached and she grabbed his hand and 
planted him there. "What are you doing?" he asked when she 
reached for his swimming trunks.
	"Since you can't seem to control yourself like a baby, 
you should wear a diaper like a baby."
	"Now way you're putting a diaper on me," he said. As he 
was about to get up, he found himself getting very tired and 
sluggish. Before he could react any further, Pamela grabbed 
his other arm and held him there. Cindy then pulled down his 
soaked garment, exposing him in front of everyone. Ted 
blushed uncontrollably. People were now staring, and they 
could clearly see him. Cindy smacked him 5 times on one of 
his buttocks and Pamela 5 times on the other. Ted was crying 
at this point, but he got no sympathy from anyone. Everyone 
was staring and laughing. The final humiliation came when 
Cindy brought the folded cloth over him and tied it shut. 
Ted couldn't believe it, he was wearing a diaper!
	"You're next!" Marisa told Jeff.
	"Hell no," he said. "There ain't no way your putting 
that shit on me." He got up and started to make a stand when 
Marisa kicked him in his shin and he fell back down. The 3 
girls then stripped him naked as well. Much to Jeff's 
chagrin, everyone saw that his equipment did not live up to 
his reputation. He got a firm spanking and was diapered as 
well.
	Kenny saw what became of his friends and was terrified. 
He was still in the pool at that point and began to swim to 
the other side so he could escape his punishment. "Just 
where do you think your going?" asked Pam. She grabbed him 
by his waistband and pulled him in. He got the same 
treatment as his friends and was soon wearing a diaper, too.
	"We're not done yet," said Pam. She dragged the 
embarrassed boys up by their ears and hauled them off to the 
women's locker room.
	"All right," Jeff thought to himself. "If there are 
going to be naked chicks, then maybe it's worth it." As if 
she read his mind, Marisa slapped him across the face. They 
walked up to the bathroom and into the baby changing area. 
"What the hell?" Jeff began to wonder.
	There was a woman their changing her 3 year old son's 
diaper. She talked to him pleasingly as she changed him, as 
if he was a newborn. The boy's 9 year old sister stood by, 
as did his 8 year old brother.
	"Mom, can you please take this off," said the older 
boy. "It itches and I feel dumb wearing it."
	"Well you wouldn't have to if you didn't pee in the 
pool!" said his sister.
	"Tiffany!" admonished her mother. "Vern, I'll change 
your diaper as soon as I'm done with Joey here." She wiped 
up Joey's bottom and put a fresh Huggies on him and set him 
down. She then hoisted Vern onto the table and pulled down 
his swim trunks revealing some very soaked diapers beneath a 
plastic outer covering. She pulled down the plastic pants 
and Vern's soaked diapers. She wiped him up as she did Joey, 
only unlike Joey Vern got a very obvious erection when she 
did so. Next, she took out a big disposable diaper, like an 
oversized version of Joey's Huggies and slid it under him.
	"Mom, why do I have to wear one home!"
	"Well, you can't wear your wet swimsuit or your wet 
diapers, you'll get the car wet. And I didn't bring any 
underwear for you."
	He and his sister continued to argue, as the mother put 
all of the diapers in a plastic bag. They were about to 
leave when Cindy interrupted her.
	The mother turned around and was a bit shocked at what 
she saw. There were 3 teenage girls, smiling and accompanied 
by three teenage boys. The boys were all red-faced and had 
been crying recently. They also each had a towel wrapped 
about them like a diaper.
	"Can I help you?" asked the mother, whose name was 
Nancy.
	"Yeah. We were going to ask you if we could borrow a 
couple of diapers form you. These boys have been naughty and 
they have to be punished."
	"I swear I'll (yawn)....." Jeff began. He found himself 
nearly falling asleep.
	"Why certainly," said Nancy.
	"Thanks. This must seem really weird," said Marisa.
	"Not that weird. Why Vern is 8 years old and he still 
has to wear diapers sometimes."
	"Mom!"
	"Hey wait a minute, doesn't Ally Schraptoski's little 
brother also wear diapers?" asked Pam.
	"Yeah and he's like the same age."
	"See, I told you that you weren't the only boy in 
diapers," said Tiffany.
	"Let's get going," said Nancy.
	The girls then set the boys down and took off their 
towels. They then put some authentic diapers on them and 
taped them up tightly. They took the towels and used them to 
tie the boys hands behind their backs so they wouldn't be 
able to take them off. They then marched out of their, girls 
laughing, boys complaining, back to their original spots boy 
the pool and waited.
	Troy, in the meantime, had been crapping up a storm and 
puking is guts out. He just made it to the stall before his 
fudge factory began working double time. He had a flashback 
to when he was 7 or so and he had a really bad virus. He got 
to miss school for a couple of days, but he was really sick. 
To make things easier, his mommy kept him in diapers the 
entire time. Tory somehow found himself enjoying wearing 
diapers, using them at will and getting changed. By the 
final day when he was feeling much better, he wore the 
diapers anyway. Then Jeff and Ted and Kenny and Scott all 
came over to see if he was feeling better. As a sign of 
support, all of them put on diapers as well and played and 
had a lot of fun.
	"Those were the days," thought Troy. "Oh well, fuck 
that." He wiped his ass, washed his hands and returned to 
the pool to try to impress those sluts he let tag along. 
When he got there and saw his 3 friends sitting their tied 
up and wearing diapers and the 3 girls standing over them 
smiling, he was pretty damn confused. "What'd I miss?" he 
asked.
	"Hello Troy," said Cindy. She pulled out a disposable 
diaper and a towel. "We've got a little surprise for you."
	I swear that's how it happened," said Alex, concluding 
his narrative.
	"It was mad funny," said Brent. "You definitely should 
have been there."
	"Wow," I said. That was quite an incident. Poor guys. 
Oh well, it must have been a lot of fun for Cindy, Marisa, 
and Pam. I wonder if Kevin knows that kid Vern.
	"Well, peace, I'm out of here," said Brent. "I've got 
to tell people about this."
	"Take care, man," said Alex.
	"Yeah, now your not the only one wearing diapers."
	"Fuck off."
	"Bye Brent," I said.
	"Bye Ally."
	"So, what do you think of my plan?" he asked me.
	"This is what I think," I said, looking into each 
others eyes. We kissed each other passionately for what 
seemed like a blissful eternity.
	"I've got to get going soon," he said at last.
	"How about I change you first?"
	"Thanks. You wouldn't believe how much sweat builds up 
inside of there. I think I'm sticking to regular underwear 
for the rest of the day."
	"Diaper, underwear, no underwear, any way's fine by me 
as long as your happy."
	"Glad you care."
	I had him lie down on Kevin's changing pad and pulled 
off his shorts and then untaped his diaper. The thing was 
totally drenched, but judging form the discoloration, not 
all of it was sweat. I tossed it the pail, and made sure to 
put on a lot of powder before re-diapering him. Maybe if it 
was a bit cooler down there he'd decide to keep it on.
	"See you tomorrow," he said, and kissed me goodbye.
	I later told Kevin the story and he thought it was 
especially cool. "I'll check up on that Vern kid," he said, 
sounding like a 30's private eye. He never ceased to be 
amusing. I hugged him and checked his diaper. Surely enough, 
it was dirty and wet.

Chapter X	Maybe it's the Heat?

	I'd been waiting about all year for it to happen, but 
school finally ended! As soon as that final bell rang on the 
last day of school, every kid darted from the building. I 
went out to lunch with my friends so that we could 
celebrate. It would be the last time we'd be together for 
quite awhile. Mackenzie and Amy were going to the beach and 
then off to camp as counselors. I would be going on a little 
trip myself during the summer, and Stacy would probably be 
right here and being a real pain in the ass to whoever she 
happened to be around at the time. I actually pitied Brent 
Aunger.
	Well, at least I still had Alex. He wasn't going any 
place that I knew of, and wouldn't be plotting any more 
schemes. He didn't react to well to the heat and humidity. 
For once, we'd have plenty of time to spend together.
	Upon arriving home, I noticed there was a bit of a 
surprise waiting for me. Kevin apparently had invited a few 
of his friends over and they were assaulting each other with 
Super Soakers and water balloons in the backyard. I walked 
right past them and they didn't even notice me.
	There was a large sub sandwich waiting for me inside. 
Courtesy of Geno Traviso, Jr., one of Kevin's friends whose 
father happens to own a delicatessen. The kid's got 
connection, I thought. I had myself a little snack (I'd 
regret it later when the weight started to come on). The 
noise outside suddenly stopped, and I got curious. I made 
the mistake of asking why.
The moment I stepped out the door, about 6 Super Soakers, 
pumped and pressurized, and many water balloons hit me. I 
wasn't as mad as I was scared. It felt like a tidal wave 
swept me over instead of water from a few squirt guns. I 
shrieked and shrieked until they stopped their assault. They 
were on the floor laughing while I was standing there 
soaking wet.
	There was an awkward moment of silence before I was 
able to respond. These kids were just having fun and I could 
see how this might look like fun , but it definitely wasn't 
fun for me. They had crossed the line. I shook the excess 
water off of me and gave Kevin my meanest glare. "You are 
going to get it!" I told him.
	His friends laughed even more, and he just stood there 
with a dumb smile, and his hand on the hose. There was 
nothing I could do and that pissed me off. Kevin, in the 
meantime finally lost it and began giggling insanely. "You 
got soaked and there's nothin' you can do about it," he said 
in his childish mocking tone.
	"But there's plenty I can do," said Alex, who was 
standing right by the fence. He reached on over and grabbed 
Kevin. Kevin dropped the hose and started screaming and 
laughing some more as Alex lifted him in the air.
	"He's going to put the Stone Cold Stunner on you!" 
warned Geno.
	"Hit him with the balloons!" Kevin shouted. I looked 
around and noticed they had more balloons left and were 
scrambling to pick them up. That left me with plenty of time 
to pick up the hose.
	Everyone stopped when they saw me with the hose. "What 
do you want to do with this one?" asked Alex, talking like a 
prison warden.
	"Set him down," I replied.
	Alex released his grip on Kevin and he dropped back to 
his feet. He was about to run, but I reached out and grabbed 
his arm and pulled him close to me. "What are you doing?" he 
asked.
	"Oh, just getting a little payback," I said sweetly.
	I had him lying down on his stomach. With my free hand, 
I pulled back on the waistbands of his shorts and plastic 
pants. Then I lowered the hose inside of his diapers. Kevin 
was now looking distressed, but not yet panicking. "Awe come 
on, it was just a joke," he pleaded. "I'm sorry."
	"You had your joke, now here's mine."
	"No!"
	I took a deep breath and squeezed the handle. A rush of 
cold water shot out and Kevin started screaming as it 
flooded his diapers and his butt. His friends at first 
looked confused, but then started laughing when they saw 
what I had done to him. "Cut it out," he pleaded. He then 
looked up at Alex and begged him to make me stop.
	"Sorry, but I'm afraid to. She'll probably hit me with 
the hose if I do." I smiled at him and released my grip on 
the hose. Kevin breathed a sign of relief. His friends were 
cracking up beyond belief.
	"Come on, let's go inside and get changed," I whispered 
in his ear.
	"I'm not done playing yet!" he snapped.
	"Kevin, you're soaked and not all of it is water." I 
said that line a bit louder. All of his friends knew he wore 
diapers, and they didn't seem to care.
	"OK, fine," he said, resigned. I helped him up and told 
him to go inside and wait for me. I also made the mistake of 
putting down the hose. Kevin took it and shot water right at 
my ass, then took off running into the direction of the 
house. Water flew off of him and he made a distinct sloshing 
sound as he ran. He would have made it had not Alex reached 
out and grabbed him for the second time today.
	He started to apologize frantically. "I'm sorry," he 
said. "I'll go in and get changed."
	"You'll get changed all right," I said. "But not 
inside."
	He gulped. "You can't do that!"
	"Sure I can. Alex, would you mind getting the stuff."
	"OK."
	His friends still didn't quite comprehend what was 
going on fully. They weren't prepared for the concept of me 
changing Kevin outside right in front of them. It was a bit 
cruel I know, but they weren't going to mock him to death, 
and it'd be fun to see the look on his face.
	Alex returned with a disposable diaper, some powder and 
some wipes. It took both of us to hold Kevin down he was 
struggling so hard. Finally, Alex got him secure and I began 
to change him. I peeled off his wet shorts and his friends 
got a full view of his soaked diapers. They started making 
wisecracks until I told them to cut it out. Kevin was 
whining and protesting, so I took a wipe (non-toxic) and 
shoved it in his mouth. I proceeded to take down his plastic 
pants and diapers, then powdered him and wiped him down. His 
friends had turned away by that point. I taped the diaper 
securely in place and put his shorts aside. He was now 
standing there wearing nothing but a disposable diaper and a 
shirt in full view of everyone.
	"Now, if you still want to play, go ahead." Alex and I 
both backed away from him, and he rushed over to a corner 
and began to cry. Damn, now maybe I had overdone it. As I 
was going over to talk to him, he turned around and pelted 
me with another water balloon. No, I guess not.
	"Let's get 'em!" he shouted. His friends began 
collecting their weapons, and Alex took hold of the hose.
	"Run!" I told him, and there was a chase all over the 
backyard and the lawn. There was a lot of shouting and 
laughing and everyone was having a good time, even if we 
were all getting soaked. Then they finally ran out of water 
balloons.
	"Got you now," Alex said with faux-menace.
	"And we've got you!" called Brent from an approaching 
car. He threw a beer can at Alex's head.
	"You dumb fuck, what are you doing?" Alex shot back.
	"I just got my permit," said Brent. "We're going for a 
little joy ride, wanna come?"
	He began to think him over. I gave him a look that told 
him that he'd better not go. "Nah," Alex said. "I'll pass."
	"Your loss. This is going to kick ass!"
	"Tell your friends to chill with the beer consumption 
before somebody gets killed."
	Brent gave him the finger then drove off. Alex and I 
were now both a bit worried.
	During that brief lapse, they had re-loaded on water 
balloons and the war began again for a short while. At last 
they were out of balloons and we shut the hose off. A truce 
was called, as everyone was very tired and drenched from 
head to toe.
	"I'm totally soaked," I said.
	"We're all wet," said Alex.
	"Yeah, and Kevin's poopy too," said Geno.
	"Shut up!" Kevin replied.
	He then walked over to em so that I could check him. He 
had definitely messed in it all right. "It's getting kind of 
late, and all your parents are probably waiting," I told 
everyone. "By the way, Geno, thank your dad for the sub."
	"Bye Alex, bye Ally, bye diaper boy!" he called on his 
way out.
	"Your dead!" Kevin shouted after him.
	We all started laughing and went inside. I changed 
Kevin into some cloth diapers and put on some new clothes 
myself. Alex gave me a quick kiss then departed.
	"That was fun," Kevin said. "I wish we could do it all 
summer."
	"Me too."

Chapter XI	A Cure Worse then the Disease


	I had a fairly scary dream that night. It was like a 
scene lifted from "I Know What You Did Last Summer." There 
were a bunch of drunk kids driving down the highway way over 
the speed limit. Suddenly, something flies out onto the road 
and they hit it. Maybe it was a deer? Maybe not. At any 
rate, it scared the hell out of me and as it turned out it 
would hit very close to home.
	The next morning at a few minutes before 10:00, I got a 
call from Stacy. No sooner had a picked up the phone then 
she began ranting and raving. If my mom had picked it up, 
she'd have thought Stacy belonged in an asylum.
	"I am going to kill him!" she said. "I swear!"
	"Who?"
	"Brent, who else."
	"What did he do?"
	"You mean you didn't hear? Brent and Max were out 
drinking and driving for awhile."
	"I know. They drove by here."
	"Then they ran into Troy and friends. I guess Brent was 
pretty drunk, cuz he explained the pool incident a bit 
better, and made it up to the guys by giving them a six 
pack. So now you had 6 guys cruising around drunk well into 
the night."
	"Did they get hurt?"
	"Hell yeah they got hurt, they smacked right into a 
wall!"
	"Oh my God."
	"Nobody's dead, but Brent is going to wish he was. That 
asshole! He and all his friends got hurt pretty bad, broken 
bones and all. Brent got off with a broken leg and a 
fracture. There was a girl with them and she got pretty 
fucked up too. How could he be so stupid!"
	Over the phone, I could hear her crying a bit. As angry 
as she was, she still had feelings for him of some sort, 
otherwise she wouldn't have cared. I knew she was seeking 
some sort of advice, so I searched my mind for something to 
say.
	"Look," I said. "You knew Brent was wild when you wet 
out with him. That's probably why you went out with him! It 
was the last day of school. He probably got a little too 
excited. It's not like he was on a mission to kill himself."
	"What do you know?" she snapped. "You know how he had 
that nickname 'Smash'?"
	"Yeah."
	"He should have changed it to 'Smashed'."
	"He had a drinking problem?"
	"He wasn't an alcoholic, but yeah, he drank. His real 
problem is that he's a psychotic asshole. If I'm not there 
yelling at him, he'd do anything."
	"That's just it. He needs you."
	"What?"
	"He needs you. If you break up with him, he won't be 
able to take it."
	"I'm not going to leave him, but on the other hand, I'm 
not letting him get off that easy. As soon as he's out of 
the hospital, which will be later today, I'm going to teach 
him a lesson. Didn't his mother ever teach him.....hold on, 
I've got it."
	"Got what?"

	"A plan. Will you help me?"

	"Sure."

	"Thanks, Ally. Meet me at the hospital at 1:30."

	"Sure."

	I didn't know what Stacy was up to, but it wasn't going 
to be pretty. Nonetheless, I felt obligated to straighten 
this out somehow. She was my friend after all.
	Alex showed up about a half hour alter. He looked 
slightly downcast. "You hear about Brent?"
	"Yeah," he said. "Dumbass nearly got himself killed. I 
could have been with him, then I might be dead. The least I 
could have done was try to stop him, he's my best friend!"
	"Speaking of best friends, Stacy's ready to kill him."
	"I'd almost let her at this point."
	"She wanted me to meet her at the hospital at 1:30. You 
coming?"
	"Yeah sure, just don't get me involved in whatever plan 
she's cooking up."
	"I won't, but maybe I could get you involved in 
something else." We started fooling around for awhile, 
mostly just kissing, until Kevin called out that it was 
1:00.
	We took the bus down to the hospital. I knew where 
Brent and the others were as soon as I stepped inside. There 
was a lot of yelling and arguing, and I followed the noise 
to its source. I waited a moment or two then witnessed 
Brent's parents walk out fuming mad. While I was waiting, 
Stacy showed up. She had a suspicious smile on her face.
	We walked inside together. Brent was in the same room 
with Ted, Jeff, Kenny, Troy, Max, and Sari, the girl that 
was with them. They all looked pretty messed up. Brent 
looked up when he saw us. Before he could say anything, 
Stacy began speaking.
	"You are in a lot of trouble!"
	"Good to see you too," he mumbled.
	"What kind of an idiot are you?"
	"Look, I'm feeling bad enough about what happened 
already. My parents were in here and they practically 
disowned me, not to mention I feel like shit, so don't even 
start!"
	Alex showed up at that point and brought temporary 
peace to the situation. "Yo, tell this bitch to back off," 
Brent said to him.
	"She's got a point."
	"So your taking her side?"
	"I didn't say that."
	"Fuck you, man."
	"We're trying to help you out," I said.
	"Who asked for help here?" he said defensively. "I sure 
as hell didn't!"
	"Look, are you up on charges?" asked Alex.
	"Yeah. Now I won't get my license until I'm nearly 18."
	"That sucks."
	"Well, I kinda deserve it," he said guiltily. "They 
also got me on drinking under age and felony DWI. I let Max 
drive for a bit so the alcohol would pass a bit."
	"He looked as drunk as you did," I pointed out.
	"Yeah, and he couldn't drive for shit, so I let Troy 
drive for a bit. They were both more drunk then me, so I got 
back behind the wheel."
	"How could you be so dumb?" Stacy asked.
	"Either break up with me or leave me alone," he 
replied. "Cuz I'm really not in the mood."
	"How about we all take some time to chill," I said. 
"When do you get out of here?"
	"Later."
	"I'll be by your place at about 3:00," Alex said. "See 
if I can't help you out."
	"Thanks," he said. "Just keep her the hell away from 
me!"
	Following that, we made our exit. Stacy was so mad she 
kicked the wall. She was very bitter all the way back to my 
house. "I'm going to show him he can't be talking to me like 
that!" she said, obviously enraged.
	"There's one problem," said Alex. "He's not letting you 
anywhere near him."
	"But he will let you near him, and maybe me as well," I 
said.
	"Hell no, I ain't getting involved!"
	"Your involved," Stacy said. "Don't like it, too bad."
	"Now that I am involved, I'd like to know exactly what 
you plan on doing to my friend."
	"You'll see. Now leave us alone, we have work to do."
	Stacy and I went into Kevin's room and took about 6 
diapers out. In the meantime, she told me to find a roll of 
wide masking tape and some pills, which I did. We put the 
stuff into a bag and went back downstairs. Brent would be in 
for a big surprise.
	We got to Brent's house around 3:00 as promised. Alec 
walked in ahead of us. "Go away, I'm grounded and I don't 
wanna get in anymore trouble right now."
	"I brought you an issue of Playboy, but if you don't 
want it....."
	"Gimme that!"
	"If I were you, Brent, I'd fall asleep real quick."
	"Why?"
	"Cuz I'm going to kill you!" Stacy said entering the 
house.
	"Bitch, leave me alone, I'm sick!"
	"Your going to get a whole lot sicker."
	"If this medicine wasn't making me so damn tired, I'd 
beat your ass....."
	"Brent, you ain't talkin' to me that way anymore."
	"What the hell are you gonna do, you fat cunt?"
	That remark really pissed Stacy off and she kicked him 
right in his broken leg. Brent let out a bit of a yell then 
started to very slowly get up. He found himself in too much 
pain and fell back onto the sofa.
	"That was my bad leg, damn it!" he yelled. "Now get the 
hell outta here!"
	"I think you may have hurt him," I said 
sympathetically.
	"Looks that way," said Alex.
	Stacy then put on a mock-guilty face and asked Brent if 
she could make it up to him. "Get me a soda," he said.
	She agreed and retrieved a can of soda. While Brent 
wasn't looking, she slipped a sleeping pill, a laxative, and 
a diuretic into it, then handed it to him. "That's better," 
he said and began to drink it. It was hard for me to keep a 
straight face as I knew what would be happening next. Within 
5 minutes, Brent was asleep.
	The real fun was about to start. Stacy and I stripped 
his clothes off, spread out the diapers, and using them 2 at 
a time, began to put them on him. Once they were pinned, we 
taped them shut as a precaution. We also taped his hands to 
prevent him from taking them off.
	"Are you actually going to let her do this?" Alex 
whispered.
	"We'll see what happens," I told him.
	Brent finally woke up awhile later. His eyes opened up 
rather wide when he saw his current predicament. "What the 
fuck?!"
	"Hi Brent," Stacy said, looking down at him and 
smiling.
	"As soon as I get out of this," he said in a low voice. 
"You're dead."
	He then tried to break free of the tape, but to no 
avail. "Ally, help me out," he said.
	"Sorry," I replied.
	"Well then fuck you too. Alex, you gonna just stand 
there?"
	"Well what do you want me to do?" he asked. "Stacy can 
kill me by sitting on me."
	Stacy kicked him then turned her attention back to 
Brent.
	"Take this off," Brent said. She didn't answer. 
"Please." Still no answer. "I'm really sorry." Nothing. 
"TAKE THIS THE FUCK OFF, DAMN IT!"
	"It'll come off when I say it comes off," Stacy said 
calmly. "In the meantime, get used to it."
	While he went on a cursing tangent, I grabbed my camera 
right at his face. "You'd better not," he said. I ignored 
him and snapped a picture. "How much can I give you to burn 
that?" he asked.
	"You do as I say, and I'll burn it myself," Stacy said. 
Stacy grabbed a can of beer and offered it to Brent. "Take 
it," she said. "We both know you like it."
	He looked a bit confused, pretty convinced she poisoned 
it until he was certain that she didn't. Then he began to 
drink it up furiously. When he was done, he let out a great 
belch. "Want another one?" Stacy asked.
	"Sure. I'm feeling better already," he said.
	3 beers later, Brent had reached his limit and was 
beginning to show early signs of being drunk. "I'm sorry I 
called you all those names," he said to Stacy. "You're hot. 
You too, Ally."
	"Just as long as you don't mention my name," Alex said.
	"So, you gonna let me out now?" Brent asked.
	"Nope."
	"Why not?"
	"You'll see."
	As time passed, Brent began to find out what she meant. 
His bladder was very full and he desperately needed to 
urinate. "Come on, let me out," he said. "I need t take a 
piss."
	"So go," said Stacy. "Look what you're wearing."
	"No way."
	I retrieved a plastic garbage bag and told Brent to sit 
on it before he dampened any furniture. He insisted he 
wasn't going to wet himself, but sat on the bag nonetheless. 
Time passed and we all watched him squirm. To make things 
worse, I hummed the Jeopardy theme and Stacy turned on the 
faucet. "I'll get you I swear," Brent said and finally gave 
up. He flooded his diapers all at once and they didn't do a 
whole lot to contain it.
	"Now are you going to take this off?" Brent asked.
	"No," said Stacy. "You like beer that much, now pay the 
price."
	"Awe come on, everyone drinks, including you."
	"Yeah, I get drunk once in awhile. But I've got the 
sense not to be driving or letting anybody see me when I am. 
You're drunk like once a week and you just had to be 
driving."
	"I could have got killed walking," he said.
	"Shut up."
	"Actually, he's right," said Alex. "He could have 
darted out across the road and a car....."
	"Don't even start."
	The laxative eventually had it's effect and Brent 
pooped in his diapers as well. "You'd better take this off 
now," he said.
	"I don't think I will," said Stacy.
	"What?"
	"I'll just let you sit in your mess."
	"This ain't funny."
	"It's not supposed to be. Your supposed to be 
suffering."
	"You don't want to leave those diapers on too long or 
he'll get a rash," I said.
	"So?"
	"A rash could lead to an infection and an infection 
down there isn't good."
	"I see your point."
	"Finally!" said Brent.
	"I'll change you if you do two things."
	"Name them."
	"No more drinking."
	"At all?"
	"No. Cuz one beer could easily turn into 5."
	"Aright fine, not until high school graduation, senior 
year at least."
	"You also have to ask to be changed."
	"What?"
	"Ask me to change your filthy diapers."
	"OK, will you change me?"
	"That's no way to ask."
	"Will you change me please?"
	"Now, do babies talk like that."
	"This is fuckin' nuts," said Brent.
	"Just ask and get it over with," Alex said. "We can 
work on payback later."
	"Pwease change me didees," Brent said trying his 
hardest to imitate a baby.
	"Sure," said Stacy. She unpinned the sodden diapers and 
started wiping Brent up. I noticed this was turning him on. 
I don't think it was the diapers though, just the wiping 
action. Then again, you never know.
	After Brent was clean, Stacy wrapped the diapers and 
the garbage back up into a bundle and put it inside of 
another garbage bag. Brent put on some clothes and took it 
out. Kevin wouldn't be missing a few extra diapers, he had 
more then plenty.
	"Let's get out of here before he decides to go back on 
his promise," I suggested.
	"I don't think he will," said Alex.
	We left nonetheless. A few days later, both Alex and 
Brent came by my house. They were both sober and they wanted 
to know if I could go to a movie.
	"Can't," I said. "My parents want me to watch Kev."
	"So take him along," said Alex. "It's not like we're 
going to see 'Silence of the Lambs.'"
	"OK."
	"Yo, I just remembered something," said Brent. "What'd 
you ever do with that picture?"
	I started laughing uncontrollably at that point. The 
truth was, there was no picture. I left the lens cap on the 
camera!

Chapter XII	Summer Breeze


	It's July and I couldn't be feeling better. So much 
stuff has happened lately. I saw the fireworks on the 4th of 
July, and I started taking driving lessons so I could get my 
permit. I also went down to the shore for a day and hung out 
with Mack and Amy before they went away. Brent and Stacy 
broke up, by the way. They were tired of arguing with each 
other. Alex and I were still going out.
	I also had a mini-vacation up ahead. 12 volunteers from 
around here, myself included would accompany Dr. Rosenbaum 
to the forests and mountains of upstate New York in search 
of who knows what. I was pretty excited as there was a 
chance that I could find a new species of something and have 
it named after me. The Scraps Squirrel, imagine that.
	I barely got any sleep the night before I left. I woke 
up obscenely early, took a shower and grabbed some 
breakfast. I then realized I was up too early and had 
nothing to do, so I turned on the TV. "Hey turn it to Fox," 
Kevin said as he woke up. "I want to watch Spiderman."
	"You know I'm not going to be here for awhile," I said.
	"Yeah, it's going to be great," he said. Then 
seriously, he added. "I'm going to miss you."
	"I'll miss you too."
	"Hey, can you bring me back some fossils?"
	"We'll see."
	I changed him for the last time in awhile then called 
Alex to say goodbye to him. It sucked that as soon as I got 
back, he'd be going on vacation. We wouldn't see each other 
for a long time.
	Right while I was leaving, a girl who I had never seen 
before walked up to the fence. "Hi," she said. "Is Kevin 
there?"
	"Yeah, hold on."
	I walked back inside and told Kevin that there was a 
girl wanting to see him. He was a bit confused, but 
apparently recognized her. Oddly enough, she didn't seem to 
mind that Kevin wore no pants over his diapers. Maybe she 
had seen it before.
	I have to say New York wasn't what I expected. We 
didn't make any breakthrough discoveries or find anything 
all that important. We just collected a bunch of samples and 
made a lot of observations. That, and I was nearly attacked 
by a skunk. I was glad it didn't spray me!
	On our last day, I stumbled upon a cat with snow white 
fur. Against the scenic backdrop of the forest it was very 
much out of place. It also looked kinda lost. I thought it 
mind belong to somebody, so I searched it for a tag or 
something. There was a tag on it's collar that read Sir 
Cotton DeChamp, followed by an address. Well, the name fit.
	I pointed the cat out to Dr. Rosenbaum and he suggested 
we take it to the address listed as it wasn't far. It turned 
out the address listed was a mansion. Hello reward money. I 
was a bit nervous approaching Mr. DeChamp as he looked like 
an ornery individual.
	"Mr. DeChamp?"
	"What is it?"
	"Um, I found your cat Cotton."
	"Oh. You can keep him."
	"What?"
	"I said I don't want the damn thing! He used to be a 
top quality show cat, but now I found out he can't breed. 
He's worth nothing to me now."
	"Isn't that a little mean?"
	"Look, young lady, I shall give you $25 if you take him 
and get the hell out of here."
	"Fine."
	On the way home, I held Cotton formerly DeChamp in my 
arms. He seemed to like me. I was appalled at how mean his 
former owner was. Well, impotent or not I was going to keep 
this cat and treat it nicely.
	When I got back, the only person home was Kevin. I 
decided to surprise him, and tried to hide Cotton the best I 
could.
	"I have a surprise," he said.
	"Me too," I said. There was a faint meow.
	"What's that?" Kevin asked.
	"My surprise," I told him, and set Cotton down in front 
of him.
	"Oh cool, a cat." He began talking to it and petting 
it, and probably forgot his big surprise.
	"Um, what's your surprise?" I asked.
	"Oh, I have a girlfriend."
	"What? You're too young for a girlfriend."
	"No I'm not. Geno had a girlfriend before."
	"So, go on, tell me more."
	"Well you know that girl that was here?"
	"Yeah?"
	"That's Tiffany. She's a few months older then me. She 
used to live in Springside, then she moved over here. 
Anyway, her brother Vern just got put back into diapers, and 
he's my age. She said he had a hard time handling it and 
that somebody told her that maybe Vern should talk to me. We 
were talking a lot and she said I looked cute in my diapers 
and she wanted to change me."
	"That doesn't really make you her boyfriend..."
	"Then she kissed me."
	"Where?"
	"On the forehead. I didn't know what to do at first, 
then I thought I should kiss her back, but I forgot the 
fence was in the way so I ended up kissing the fence. We 
both laughed a lot ad talked for awhile and it was really 
cool. Then a few days later, she brought Vern over here, and 
he's cool too, just a little shy. I wanted to call her, but 
I forgot to ask her for her phone number."
	"I have a feeling you can find them at the pool."
	"Cool."
	"In the meantime, what do we name this cat."
	"It says it's named Cotton."
	"It needs a second name."
	"How about Cotton Weary, like from the movie 'Scream?'"
	"No, this cat doesn't look like he's going to be 
stabbing anyone. Why not Cotton Love?"
	"That's a stupid name!"
	"Go tell that to Courtney Love."
	"OK, but can we spell it Luv?"
	"Why?"
	"Cuz that's how they spell it in Luv's diapers." I 
started laughing. That was pretty clever.
	"Very well. I dub thee Cotton Luv Scrhaptoski." Another 
meow.
	My parents didn't take too well at Cotton at fist, but 
they let us keep him and they got used to it. It was fun 
having him around, and he did a lot of stuff for a cat 
(namely play with a ping pong ball and run around a lot 
instead of just sleeping).
	Alex finally got back from New England and I spent the 
following day with him. "How was it?" I asked.
	"Pretty good," he said. "I met Stephen King."
	"Wow."
	"So, you make and breakthroughs in the sciences of 
zoology and botany?"
	"No, but I found a cat. Belonged to a rich guy who 
didn't want him."
	"So that's what that white thing in the middle of the 
floor is. I thought it was a rug."
	"No, that's Cotton. Cotton Luv."
	"You know, cats are really lazy. They sleep for 14 
hours a day and..." Cotton hissed at him.
	"Maybe they aren't so dumb," I said.
	"Maybe."
	"So what's on your mind?"
	"Besides you?"
	"Yeah."
	"I was just thinking. School starts again in July, why 
don't we have a little party. Me, you, Brent, Jerry, Max if 
he's better, and are Amy and Mack back yet?"
	"Yeah. Don't forget to have Stacy."
	"If I do, then it'll be a fight between her and Brent. 
But I'll still do it."
	"Where do you want to have this?"
	"My house."
	"Cool."
	"So what happened while I was gone?"
	"Kevin has a girlfriend, can you believe it?"
	"Yeah, he told me that."
	"You remember that day at the pool when you got Troy 
and the rest?"
	"I'll never forget that."
	"Remember the fat 8 year old whore was wearing diapers?
	"Yup."
	"Well, he's friends with Kevin and her sister is 
Kevin's alleged girlfriend. Just the thought of that worries 
me."
	"They are 8 and 9 years old. It's not like they're 
going to be doing anything that would worry anyone's 
parents."
	"You mean like this?" I asked, moving my hand in the 
direction of his crotch.
	"I'm 15 1/2." He said. "I'd be worried if I wasn't 
getting some of that." He put his arm around me.
	"Well then, in the words of Austin Powers......."
	"No, I'm not ready to go that far. Hope you'll 
understand."
	"It's OK, I'm not sure I want to either."
	I knew right away that this party would be way out of 
hand. Alex usually didn't like parties too much, as he was a 
fairly shy person. But whenever he himself had a party, it 
was always wild and a lot of fun. I had a feeling this would 
be no exception.

Chapter XIII	Fight For Your Right to Party

	Alex's party turned out to be fairly simple, though I 
wouldn't call it lame. It was pretty much a couple of us 
hanging out in his basement listening to music, eating and 
talking.
	"Watch how fast I can gulp down this can of soda," said 
Brent.
	"I'll time you," said Alex.
	He was able to drink it in 18 seconds.
	"Impressive."
	"No, that's disgusting," I said.
	We were soon interrupted by the ringing of the 
doorbell. "Be right back," said Alex. Curious as to who it 
was, I followed him. It turned out to be Ted, Kenny, Troy 
and Jeff.
	"What do you want?" asked Alex.
	"We found out about what you did to us at the pool," 
said Jeff, menacingly. "And now your going to die."
	I was about to jump in there and start yelling at them 
to go away, but Alex had the situation under control.
	"Give me a break," he said. "You guys are pathetic. I 
get picked on most of my life, lots of times by you, and I 
don't care. You get embarrassed once, and you got to pieces. 
Grow up!"
	They were silent for a moment trying to comprehend what 
he just said, then resumed looking threatening. "I don't 
care, I'm still going to kick your ass," said Ted.
	"Some other time maybe," Alex answered. "Bounce."
	"We're not leaving until......"
	"Come on, leave him alone." It was the voice of Scott,. 
who walked up behind them.
	"No way!" said Troy. "You know what he did?"
	"Yeah, so? You have to admit it'd be funny if it 
happened to somebody else."
	"Yeah, I guess it would," said Kenny.
	"Come on, lets get a scrimmage going down at the 
field," said Scott. "I'll see you there in a couple of 
minutes."
	"Fine," grumbled Jeff. They departed without saying 
anything further.
	"Thanks a lot," said Alex. "You saved me the trouble of 
having to kill them."
	"No problem," said Scott. "Hi Ally."
	"Hi Scott." I actually smiled at him. For the first 
time in a long while, I was able to look at him in something 
other then a negative light. I was considering giving him a 
second chance. After all, I know Alex and I would still be 
friends. Then again, nice now, not so nice later. I would 
have to think this one over.
	"Cya," said Scott.
	"What was that all about?" asked Brent.
	"Nothing," I said.
	Awhile later, the doorbell rang again. This time it was 
Kevin. Tiffany was at his side, and Geno and Vern were 
behind him.
	"What are you doing here?" I asked him.
	"Are you guys getting high or something?" asked Geno. 
"Cuz if you are, I want in."
	"No, we're just hanging out right now," explained Alex.
	"Can we join in?" asked Tiffany.
	I looked at Alex and he gave me a look that said he 
didn't mind. "This wasn't my idea," said Kevin.
	"I don't want to go in!" Vern protested.
	"Come on," said Kevin.
	Everyone was a bit surprised by the intrusion of a 
younger group. "What the f..." Brent began.
	"Hey Kev," said Stacey. "What'cha doin' here?"
	He shrugged his shoulders.
	"You guys can stay if you want," said Amy.
	"Totally," said Mack.
	"Cool," said Kevin. "This is Geno, that's Vern, and 
that's Tiffany. She's my girlfriend." This drew an amused 
reaction from my friends. We didn't really know what we were 
going to do next, and I couldn't think of anything. 
Fortunately, I didn't have to.
	Brent began tapping a pencil against the wall out of 
boredom. Alex matched him by strumming a rubber band like a 
guitar string. And for some strange reason, I started to tap 
my foot.
	"What are you doing?" asked Stacy.
	"I don't know," I answered. "But I'm doin' it."
	"Any requests?" asked Alex.
	Eventually, we some how wound up with a rendition of 
Blur's Song 2. Alex and I sung in duet and everyone joined 
in on the chorus. It was awful sounding, but everyone was 
laughing when it was over.
	"Is this what you usually do when your 16?" asked 
Kevin. I couldn't tell whether he was trying to be annoying 
or he had a serious question.
	"Well, yeah," I answered.
	"I can't wait until I'm 16."
	Now I was legitimately confused. "Just last week you 
kept saying you never wanted to grow up."
	"I wish I could be both young and old," he said. "Like 
I could keep switching. Like that Vulture guy from 
Spiderman."
	"You watch too much TV," I told him.
	"TV never hurt anyone," said Alex. "It's the people who 
watch TV that hurt people." One last laugh for the day.
	Later on, when Kevin and I were back home, I had a few 
questions to ask him.
	"What did you guys do all day?"
	"Well, Tiffany and Vern came over. So I showed them 
some cool web sites."
	"Please tell me you didn't show them any of the ones 
about diapers." Kevin blushed a bit. "Come on, I've known 
you looked at those sites for quite awhile now."
	"Yeah, I did," he said shamefully.
	"Look, there's nothing really wrong with them. There 
not dirty or anything, they're just weird."
	"Vern thought they were really cool. I want to make my 
own page some day."
	"If you want....."
	"So then Tiffany changed Vern and asked me if I wanted 
her to change me, and I said yes and she did."
	"I hope that's all you did."
	"What else is there to do?"
	"Never mind, you'll find out when you get older."
	Then me and Vern were in just our diapers and we fought 
each other like sumo wrestler and Tiffany gave the winner a 
smack on the butt.
	"Did you win?"
	He nodded. "Then Geno came by later."
	"Sounds like you had fun."
	"Yeah. But I would have had just as much fun if it was 
just em and you and we weren't doing much of anything."
	"Awe, thanks."
	"Hey Ally."
	"Yes?"
	"When you change me, could you put a lot of diapers on 
me? I want to try sliding down the stairs again."
	"OK, but you'd better not hurt yourself."
	The more and more Kevin acted like a toddler, the more 
and more I felt like an adult. It was scary. I was only 16, 
and while I wanted to be able to drive and do a lot of 
things, I wasn't quite ready to stop having fun. I finally 
understood that comment that Kevin made about being both 
young and old. Well, we all have to grow up sometimes. At 
least Kevin will still have his diapers.
	
Chapter XIV	The Meaning of Life

	I was reading a book and Cotton was laying on my lap, 
purring. It was a nice day, not too warm, not too cold. With 
the summer we've been having, I had plenty of opportunities 
to work on my tan and I took most of them. Now I wanted to 
spend a little time indoors.
	Kevin was playing a video game, and judging by the 
words he was using, he was losing. "You'd better stop that 
before mom hears you," I warned him.
	"Mom went out grocery shopping."
	"Oh yeah, I forgot. Still, cursing isn't a good habit."
	"OK, sorry."
	I got back to my book and to tranquillity. 5 minutes 
later, Kevin interrupted me again, but this time it was 
important.
	"Ally, what's the meaning of life?"
	This kid surprised me. He could easily trick you into 
believing that he was far older, and just as easily trick 
you into believing he was far younger, depending on his 
mood. I put my book aside and Cotton dismounted.
	"Gee Kev, I don't know."
	"Sure you do. You're older and you know more stuff."
	"Well, I guess it depends how you look at it. Some say 
the meaning of life is happiness."
	"Is that what you think?"
	"Yeah. I guess it is."
	"I think the meaning of life is diapers."
	"What?!"
	"You wear diapers when your little and when your really 
old like Great Uncle Morris, you wear them again. It's like 
a pattern or something."
	I smiled. "I guess you're right."
	"What's it like to fall in love?"
	"Why are you asking me all these questions?"
	"I don't know. When I was really little, back in the 
bad place, nobody ever talked to me. They never told me 
anything, and I've always wanted to know a lot of stuff."
	"I'm sorry. I'll answer anything you want."
	"So, what's love like?"
	"Love is like when you feel very strongly about a 
person. Like you always want to be with him and you don't 
want anyone else to have him and every moment you spend with 
him is great."
	"Have you been in love?"
	"A couple of times."
	"Then why does it end if it's so good? Why do people 
get divorces and why do some movies have sad endings?"
	"I don't know. Look, there's a lot more questions you 
could ask and I could answer some of them, but not all the 
answers are good. Sometimes, it's better not knowing 
things."
	"OK, yeah, I see. Like that time Geno broke his dad's 
favorite baseball bat. It was really nice, but some guy 
wrote his name on it. So Geno went out and got a new bat and 
copied the name. His dad never found out."
	"Yeah, I guess."
	"I have one more question."
	"What's that?"
	"Can you change me?"
	"Sure."
	I stripped his dirty diapers off of him, cleaned him up 
and put fresh ones on. If anything, Kevin has already given 
me a head start in parenting. And it's not always easy.

Chapter XV	Time Warp

	I was going through some old junk when I found this 
thing. I haven't written in it in years! Well, I know it 
seems stupid, but I guess it couldn't hurt. OK, here it 
goes:
	I'm 32 now, but I don't really look it. Since I love 
animals, I decided to become a zoologist. I study at a local 
zoo and go on trips all over the place. I'm still single, 
though several guys have led me to think towards marriage 
(but none have succeeded).
	Damn it, I miss my friends. They're all gone. Stacy 
didn't go to college. Instead, she ran off with some guy she 
met senior year. They got married and are living in Georgia. 
She's about 50 pounds overweight, and he's always drunk. 
They have 3 kids, and they are screwed for life. It's a 
shame and I wish I could have helped her, but if you don't 
listen, there's only so much a person can do.
	Amy and Mackenzie both became hairdressers. They worked 
at the local beauty parlor and I had lunch with them once a 
week. That was until a few months ago when they were set to 
go to the Caribbean (in search of Mr. Right), and their 
plane crashed. That is like totally sad.
	Scott surpassed his buddies in that he was able to 
actually get grades decent enough that he qualified for a 
football scholarship. He was a college star and played in 
one o those countless bowls they show on New Year's Day. He 
got in a couple of seasons with the Lions and the Colts 
before retiring. He's a sports columnist now, and I saw him 
some time around last year.
	Brent Aunger became a mechanic who was an amateur racer 
in his spare time. Once, a friend challenged him to a drag 
race, and another friend put down $100 to the winner. Brent 
took the challenge, but slammed his car into a wall. It 
burst into flames and he died. Some people never learn.
	Well, I still have one friend left. Alex got into 
college (same one I went to) on an academic scholarship. 
Problem was, once he got there he couldn't figure out what 
he wanted to major in. He must have switched majors a dozen 
times before deciding on creative writing, with a minor in 
philosophy. And he managed to graduate early on top of that. 
He's done about 5 books, a lot of articles and has been on 
TV before. He's no celebrity, but it's still not to bad for 
the weird kid everyone used to pick on.
	Oh yeah, I almost forgot about Kevin. In a way, Kevin 
never grew up (he plays with toys for a living). Then again, 
one could say he did a fine job of growing up. He is 
president of the 3rd largest toy company in America. He has 
a degree in business management. He is happily married and 
has one child. Kevin still wears diaper, believe it or not, 
and his wife changes him.
	Like most parents, he has decided to potty train his 
son, even though he has a feeling he will wind up choosing 
to wear diapers like his old man. "It's better to let him 
choose," he said. I still visit him often and we're still 
very close. As close as any brother and sister can be, even 
though he was adopted.
	If you were to look around, my house might look like a 
zoo. I have a dog, a cat, a bird, some fish, a snake, a 
hamster, a lizard, and an ant farm. In addition, I donate a 
lot of money to the WWF (World Wildlife Foundation, not 
World Wrestling Foundation). Some of my neighbors have taken 
to calling me Dr. Doolittle, but I don't care.
	One might say that it sucks to be this old (though I'm 
not really old at all) and living alone, and at times I 
agree. Then again, I have my pets to keep me company. In 
addition, I'm thinking of having a child. At this point, I 
might as well adopt. It'd be wrong to use a man I don't even 
love just for the purpose of procreation. Alex and I formed 
a pact that if neither of us are married by 40, we'll end up 
tying the knot. Until then, I'm on my own to find somebody, 
and it's not an easy search.
	Well, that's about it. I'll write in this thing again 
when something comes up. Before I leave, I just want to add 
this one quote:

"I have seen much during my life. I have been on the high 
mountain of success and in the low valley of defeat. 
However, through all this there was a certainty that 
tomorrow was another day. This certainty wasn't always 
there. When I was a kid, I had a whole life ahead of me and 
tomorrow was uncertain. It was a time of chaos and change. 
But I wouldn't have missed it for the world. If I could have 
gone from infancy to adulthood in a day, I wouldn't have. 
There is magic when you are a kid. There is something 
special about living through it and being there."---- Alex 
Green, in his autobiography.

PS: Here's my quote. "Children are like kittens. They are 
small and sprightly and see only the world around them. They 
probably dream of a bigger place, a place where only cats 
can transcend. Thus, a kitten becomes a cat."---Scraps.

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