My sister was seven years older than I was and at the age of eleven she was finding that her allowance did not go far enough to suit her. She asked mom one day if she could earn extra money by taking more care of me for her. Mother told her no because I was no trouble and had been potty trained for two years now. She unfortunately told my sister that if I were more work then her allowance might have to be raised. However, in view of the facts she would have to make do on what she was given.

Later on in the afternoon the ice cream truck came down our street ring is bells and playing its little ditty. I being four years old wanted ice cream any time I could get it and Mary, my sister heard me imploring mother for some money for ice cream. An idea leapt into Mary’s mind as to how she might get that extra money. Briefly put, her idea was to tell me that she will buy me ice cream if I will make pee-pee in my pants for her. She tried to get me to do it that day but I couldn’t do it. Two weeks later I still couldn’t do it but I was still trying with Mary cheering me on.

I think it was late in the day when Mary and her friend Sharon were with me and we heard the ice cream truck coming down the street. Mary had been giving me lots of Pepsi cola since lunch and I was ready to make pee-pee.

She called me to her and Sharon heard her tell me to make pee-pee in my pants and she would get me an ice cream.

This time I was able to pee-pee and I soaked my shorts and both socks. Mary said I was a good boy and went to get me some ice cream. Sharon was shocked said that Mary was cruel to me to set me up like that. After I finished the ice cream Mary told mother, "Tommy has wet himself." Mother scolded me and told me to go with Mary who would clean me up. Sharon was shocked at Mary’s greed and told my mother what had happened. Mother was disappointed in Mary for doing that to me, her little brother who trusted and loved her.

Mother watched closely the next few days and saw that Sharon had told the truth. Mother and dad decided that Mary would pay for her meanness.

I had pee-peed my pants now for almost a week – some days twice or more. Mother would confront Mary about the situation. When confronted Mary would always deny that she had told me any such thing as to wet my pants.

Mother just called me in and asked me who had bought me ice cream and I told her Mary had. Mother asked me what I had to do to get the ice cream and I said, "Nothing?" About that time came the sound of the ice cream truck and I started wetting my pants big time while holding my hand out to Mary for more money. Mother told her to give it to me and for Mary to come with her for a "session."

When I returned eating my ice cream I heard Mary getting a spanking from mother. It was a big spanking and lasted a long time and sat down eating and crying in sympathy for my big sister. I had about finished when mother came out and picked me up. She comforted me and told me Mary was all right but had been punished for what she had told me to do. Of course, I felt guilty for Mary being in trouble. Mother cleaned me up and told me not to wet myself anymore. I told her I would not wet any more.

Dad gave Mary a spanking and had a talk with her when he got in from his work and Mary cried some more. Then dad brought Mary, who was now wearing only her panties into the living room to ask for forgiveness. I threw my arms around her and told her, "I love you, Mary." Mother asked Mary how she could be so mean to such a little boy who loved and trusted her so much? Mary said she was sorry for hurting me.

Later that evening we were watching TV and I was curled up on Mary’s lap when a bell rang on the program we were tuned to. Involuntarily I peed uncontrollably at the sound of the bell. Later when the phone rang I pee-peed again although not as much. To test me mother rang a little bell used to signal that dinner is ready and I lost my pee-pee again. It seemed that Mary’s trick had conditioned me to pee-pee every time I heard a bell. Mother just hugged me to herself and told me how much she loved me and Mary hugged me too. Mother gave me my bath for the night and then she told me what a good big boy I was as she pinned a pair of my old diapers on me. She said it was just for tonight if they are dry in the morning. My plastic panties still fit and I did not mind wearing them.

My sister getting spanked and my potty training starting over are the strongest memories I have of those by-gone days. I remember trying to stay dry but a phone ring or a doorbell, among other things would trigger me to wet and wet I would. My diapers were wet before I was even aware that I had to pee. Later I pee-peed even without the bell – just like when a baby.

I became school age and still could not control my pee-pee. Mother said the doctor thought I would have to be hypnotized to get Mary’s suggestions to wet out of my mind. The appointment was made and we drove over to a big building in Greensburg, about twenty miles from where we lived. Mary kept telling me she was sorry for making all this trouble for me and that she loved me as we went up the front steps and into the marble lobby.

Mother found out which office we were to go to and soon we were waiting to see the doctor. The doctor was a nice lady who had a six-year-old boy herself and she and mother talked before I went with the doctor to talk. Soon She was done with me and said that she thought I would be cured in a few more visits.

Mother seemed happy. I didn’t feel any different and the doctor didn’t give me a shot so I felt the visit a good one. She just told me over and over that I did not have to wet when I heard a bell ring.

I remember Mary changing me in the restroom in the lobby before we left the building. I told Mary that I had just felt a squirt of pee into my diapers when the elevator dinged its bell for first floor – not a good sign. She told me these things take time and not to worry. I told her, "She was the best big sister I could have ever had."

Over the next few months nothing changed and mother decided that I would be home schooled and not be exposed to the ridicule I would have faced in the first grade still in diapers.

Mother and Mary home schooled me for the next five years until Mary graduated from high school. I achieved good grades and was working on the ninth grade level but still in my diapers 24/7. Developmentally I was doing well except for being very shy and not knowing how to relate to kids my age. My family accepted me as I was and knew my medical history.

The doctors were now saying that the muscles controlling my bladder and its sphincters were grossly underdeveloped and probably would remain that way for the rest of my life. Mother was sure that I would have to finish high school by home study and then do my college work through the "computer campus" at the State University. This would not have been a stretch because I was going to finish high school in two more months at the age of thirteen. As a teenager I was then going to be eligible to start at the State University.

Mary wanted me cured more than anything in life and had read of one case like mine with a happy ending.

She decided it was worth devoting the next six months of our lives to getting me out of diapers.

We followed the program to the letter and I exercised and took a bunch of pills every morning that were designed to strengthen my bladder and associated muscles. Mary was truly driven in this quest and hung in there with me during the first six weeks during which time we saw no progress at all.

Then one day as I was lying on my changing table with my diapers down I called out to Mary that she should hurry "cause I have to pee!" She called back for me to hold it and I did hold it. I managed to not pee-pee for almost five minutes. This was the first time I had been able to tell I had to pee-pee in advance and hold it since I had been four years old.

I felt like I had truly arrived. Now we hit the exercises even harder and in a few weeks I was going to the bathroom a lot but I was staying dry and I even began to have even longer times during which I could control my pee-pee.

One wonderful day Mary and I went to Nichol’s Department Store and she bought me some clothes I had never worn before – a dozen pairs of Jockey shorts. The clerk asked if the items would be all and Mary looked at me and grinning told the clerk that they were enough for today. After wearing thick diapers all my life the shorts made me feel like I was naked. Mary told me I would get used to the feeling.

Mother asked me if I wasn’t losing weight because I looked trimmer than usual and happier too but I just shrugged her compliments off and didn’t tell her. Mary and I both wanted to be sure first.

Mother and dad’s anniversary was coming up and we devised a surprise for them. Mary bought a new washer and dryer and a card for both our parents that promised "no more diapers will ever be washed in our home – unless they are being worn by a crop of grandchildren someday." Then as we presented our card to mom and dad I undid my belt and let my pants drop to the floor exposing my new jockey shorts.

I took several deep graceful bows as they watched. They were both speechless and just stood there crying with joy as Mary joyously explained what we had been working on so hard for the past five and a half months.

Thanks to Mary I am now no longer diaper dependent but I still wear them occasionally for fun – you should have seen my last Halloween costume! Sometimes high stress situations like long plane rides or long movies call for my diapers but otherwise I use them for comfort and fun.

I have never been ashamed of my diapers but now I enjoy the social freedom I have with out them when I want to be without them. I believe that my growing up in diapers made me a better person. I am far more understanding of others than I would have been and I always pull for the underdog. I think that people with different tastes can still be good people and no one should be judged by what he does or doesn’t wear.

I am presently about three semesters from finishing up my degree and am dating seriously.

Mary says to date lots of girls and pick a wife who is beautiful on the inside. I personally would like one beautiful on the inside and the outside. She will have to be non-judgmental about the clothes I seek for comfort, i.e., my old familiar diapers.

I wouldn’t be surprised but what mom and dad’s new washer/dryer is working on some new diapers in a year or so.