The Christmas Wishing Star by Donnie_M Copyright 2000

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between 
characters mentioned in this story and actual persons living or 
dead is purely coincidental.


Summary: Kevin and Peter are friends who wish they could go back 
full time to diapers but they are afraid of their parents' 
reaction. What will their parents do when they accidentally find 
out about their sons' wishes? Will Tommy's desire to have the 
family's Christmas Wishing Star ritual performed be the key to 
unlock hidden desires? And what about the other unexpected 
discoveries they make along the way?

	Ted Levassy woke up and groggily checked the time. 2:45AM. He 
looked over to his wife, Marsha, who was softly breathing next to 
him and he wondered what had woken him. With a shudder he suddenly 
realized that there was the unmistakable glow of flame shining 
dimly through the bedroom door that stood ajar. He jumped out of 
bed and headed down the hall. Now he was fully awake as he quickly 
padded down the hall trying to figure out a plan to rescue his 
family from what might be a spreading fire.
	"That's funny," he thought, "there's no smoke."
	Suddenly, the truth hit him. He must be looking at the 
reflection of the living room fireplace which he had lit for the 
Christmas decorating party they had enjoyed that very night.
	It had been a fun evening. Ted's business partner and wife, 
Rick and Brenda Harrelmon, and their son Peter were having their 
house renovated beginning the day after Christmas, so it was 
decided that the Levassy home would become the "official Christmas 
celebration center" this year. Peter was best friend to Ted and 
Marsha's middle child, Kevin. Both boys had just turned fourteen 
and had always been best friends just like their fathers before 
them. Peter was staying over with Kevin tonight. Adding further 
excitement to this holiday season was the fact that they would be 
spending all of their Christmas vacation together as the 
renovations wouldn't be finished until the second week of January.
	"I must be getting old. I could have sworn I turned the gas 
off in the fireplace before going to bed," mused Ted as he rounded 
the corner to go down the stairs leading to the living room.
	Halfway down the stairs, he heard Kevin and Peter's voices in 
hushed conversation.
	"Those guys," Ted thought to himself, "they must have come 
down to admire the tree. At Christmas time, those guys are just 
like little kids. They probably turned the fireplace back on too- 
I knew I hadn't forgotten to turn it off."
	He also chuckled to himself at how the boys' relationship was 
so much like the relationship he and Rick had had at that age. 
Many other parents might wonder how two teenagers could keep so 
much childlike interest and innocence about Christmas, but both 
families understood that some boys preferred growing up at a 
slower pace. This had certainly been true for himself and Rick.
	At the bottom of the stairs, Ted was turning to enter the 
living room when he abruptly froze in amazement. There were Kevin 
and Peter stretched out on their stomachs in the middle of the 
room facing the brightly lit Christmas tree. Each was wearing a 
juvenile-looking striped T-shirt, white socks, and thick cloth 
diapers and plastic pants. Ted stared open-mouthed for a full five 
seconds before snapping out of his shock. He quickly moved to the 
right of the entranceway so that he would not be seen. His heart 
was racing as fast as his thoughts. What should he do? He knew he 
couldn't just barge in on them, but standing here listening to 
their conversation didn't seem right either.
	"Well," he thought, "I guess I can go upstairs by the back 
stairs and they won't have to know I even saw them."
	But, he knew that he had to find out what they were saying. 
Swallowing his feelings of guilt, he stood very still and 
listened.
	"...sneaking around like this. I wish we could tell our 
parents how we feel about diapers," Peter was saying. "I also wish 
we could buy more diapers and plastic pants, three of each just 
aren't enough. I know it's hard enough hiding just three, but 
after Christmas, I'm going to spend some of my Christmas money to 
get more- at least a dozen.
	"Kewl, if we each had a dozen we could wear them whenever we 
wanted to," Kevin said excitedly. "But," his voice dropping down 
again, he said "we've said it all a million times- it ain't gonna 
happen. Can you picture how our parents would react if we asked to 
go back to wearing diapers full time? My mom would give me one of 
her "sad with disappointment" looks and my dad would probably kill 
me. I don't even care what the other guys would say as long as my 
parents would allow it."
	"Shit. (This was about as bad as their language ever got, and 
only when they felt very frustrated.) I feel the same way. Are we 
really freaks? Why do we feel this way?"
	Ted felt too guilty to listen any longer, so, very shaken, he 
crept to the kitchen where he took the back stairs up to the 
master bedroom.
	He composed himself for a few seconds before reentering the 
bedroom. Marsha was awake.
	"Where have you been? Are you feeling OK?" queried Marsha.
	"I'm fine," Ted answered.
	"No," Marsha replied, "something's wrong. I can hear it in 
your voice."
	"You're right. You know me so well, don't you?" So, his voice 
cracking with emotion, he told Marsha everything he had just seen 
and heard.
	Marsha remained silent for several minutes after Ted had 
finished his story. Ted was anxiously waiting for her to respond, 
to say something, ...anything. As the time stretched on he became 
alarmed. Finally, she half rolled over toward him and said, 
"Honey, there's something I have to tell you."
	Ted felt like someone had just hit him in the stomach. "Now 
what?" he thought. "Did Marsha already know about this? But how 
could she? Didn't he just hear the boys say that neither of their 
parents knew?"
	"Honey," she said starting over again, "a short time before 
we were married, your mother told me a story about two boys, best 
friends, a little younger than Kevin and Peter are today, who 
wanted to be put back into diapers and treated like little boys 
again."
	Ted was sure that the room was spinning as fast as the spin 
cycle on a washing machine. He couldn't form whole sentences but 
he vaguely knew that someone was saying something.
	"She told... you knew... but why...???" croaked Ted.
	He became aware of his wife gently stroking his forehead and 
hair.
	"Shh..., everything will be alright" she soothed. "Take some 
deep breaths and relax."
	"Oh, sweetie, I'm so embarrassed," sighed Ted.
	"Embarrassed. Why, whatever for?" responded Marsha. "I'm the 
one who should feel embarrassed. I didn't share with you the 
information your mother gave me almost twenty years ago. Please, 
forgive me, honey. Please, believe me, I just didn't know how to 
bring it up."
	"I'm not mad. I understand. After all, what were you supposed 
to do? Start up a conversation with 'By the way, honey, how did 
you like spending your teenage years in diapers?"
	Marsha breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that her 
husband's sense of humor was returning. Nonetheless, had there 
been a light on she would have seen how red with embarrassment he 
was.
	"Marsha, there is one thing more that is bothering me."
	"What's that?"
	"Tommy," answered Ted.
	Tommy was their youngest child. Shortly after his birth, his 
parents sensed that there was something different with him. In 
time, they found out that he was developmentally handicapped. He 
turned out to be a sweet child but, even in preschool, he lagged 
so far behind the other children that his parents placed him in a 
special school. Now, at the age of nine, he seemed happy and well 
adjusted, although his interest were more like those of a four or 
five year old. He also never became fully dry at night. His 
parents didn't make a big deal out of it but opted to keep him in 
overnight disposables.
	"What I mean is," continued Ted, "I don't want Tommy confused 
by his brother returning to diapers if that's what he wants. He 
looks up to Kevin so much it would be a shame for him to lose that 
relationship. I also don't want Tommy regressing. Would he want to 
go back to cloth diapers if we allow Kevin to wear them all the 
time? Come to think of it, could Kevin's desire to go back to 
diapers be connected to all the attention we give to Tommy?"
	"I don't know, honey. But somehow I don't think that's what's 
motivating it. Besides, it doesn't explain why Peter is also 
interested in diapers. But the question of what effect Kevin's 
going back to diapers will have on Tommy is a good one. We'll have 
to make sure that Tommy doesn't feel that he is in any way 
responsible or limited by what Kevin does. After all, two boys 
back in cloth diapers wouldn't be the end of the world. If 
necessary, we could always hire a diaper service again." Marsha 
responded.
	Just then, they heard a noise coming from downstairs. Sure 
enough, the reflected glow of the fireplace and Christmas tree 
lights went out leaving their bedroom in almost total darkness.
	"Shh, they're coming upstairs," Marsha warned.
	Several seconds later, the light from a flashlight could be 
seen shining under the door. Kevin's room was down the hall and to 
the left and the boys were talking as they sneaked quietly down 
the hall.
	"Do you think your parents are awake?" Peter asked.
	"Nah," whispered Kevin, "you know how old people are. They 
can barely stay awake after dinner." A suppressed snort from Peter 
brought a warning shush from Kevin. "Quiet, or you'll wake them 
up. Do you want them to catch us?"
	"We should be so lucky," Peter mused.
	"Yeah, if only they wouldn't freak out," answered Kevin as 
the door to his room closed quietly behind them.
	Laying in the dark, Ted and Marsha knew what the other was 
thinking. "We've got to help these guys out."
	Out loud, Ted said "Good night, old wife." Marsha didn't 
answer but she did jab him in the ribs with her elbow.

*********

	Neither Ted nor Marsha got much sleep for the rest of the 
night. Laying there in the dark, however, Ted felt a sense of 
peace he hadn't experienced in a long time. He would need time to 
examine it, but he was sure it was connected to Marsha knowing 
about his past. He wouldn't have to worry about anything 
"slipping" out and this made him feel good. Right now, of course, 
the priority was to help Kevin and Peter feel good about 
themselves. It was obvious to him that until they could come to 
terms with their diaper desires, they risked developing 
potentially destructive feelings about themselves.
	For her part, Marsha had resolved to find out more about her 
son's current diaper situation. She had never been the kind of 
parent who snooped around her children's rooms, but she was a 
vigilant parent who prided herself on listening to her children 
and (hopefully) having them understand that she would always be 
there if they needed her. Kevin's current dilemma saddened her in 
part because he didn't feel enough trust to confide in her. 
"Enough self-pity," she thought to herself, "there's work to be 
done."
	That morning, over coffee, Marsha and Ted shared their 
thoughts.
	"Well, first off, it's obvious that Rick and Brenda have to 
be brought up to speed. Whatever is decided, it won't have a 
beneficial effect unless both families agree to respond the same 
way," said Marsha. "Kevin and Peter are so close that if one of 
the families says no to supporting their diaper desires, the other 
will get diapers from his friend anyway."
	"Maybe we should settle that first. What do you think, 
Marsha? Should we support Kevin in his wish to go back to 
diapers?"
	"Well, of course," answered Marsha. "From what you told me 
last night, it seems obvious that if we say no to Kevin about 
diapers it will do great harm to our relationship with him as 
parents- he probably would start withdrawing from us even more 
than is natural for an adolescent to do. And, besides, consider 
the damage we would do to his self-esteem if we sent out any 
message that said we thought he was weird. Also, I want to stop 
this sneaking around as soon as possible. I don't want them 
feeling guilty over something like this."
	"OK, I agree," affirmed Ted. "Now, as to how we get Rick and 
Brenda on board I've been thinking that I should speak to Rick 
alone first. Afterwards, he can decide whether he wants to tell 
Brenda by himself or whether he wants all of us together to break 
the news."
	"OK, it's still a little early. Why don't you call him in 
about an hour?" Just as Marsha was finishing her sentence, Tommy 
walked in.
	"Good morning, sweetie," Marsha said, "Are you ready for 
breakfast?"
	"Uh, huh," answered Tommy. "Can I turn on the Christmas tree 
and sit on the floor to watch it while I eat my cereal?"
	"OK, honey, but be careful not to spill anything."

*********

	Later that morning, Ted nervously waited for Rick to show up 
at the coffee shop where they made all their important business 
decisions. If was a tradition that started the day they formed 
their partnership in the very booth he was now sitting in.
	Ted was so wrapped up in his thoughts he was startled when 
Rick slid into the seat across from him.
	"What's up, partner? You look like you're going to tell me 
that we just went bankrupt."
	Ted forced a laugh, "Oh, no, nothing like that. 
Unfortunately, we're doing so well we're going to be chained to 
our desks for many more years to come."
	"Very funny. But I'm sure you didn't call me down here to 
tell me that. What's up?" questioned Rick.
	"OK, I'll give it to you straight. My Kevin and your Peter 
are secretly wearing and, I believe, using nighttime cloth diapers 
and plastic pants."
	"What!" exclaimed Rick, loud enough to make heads turn their 
way. "How do you know this?"
	Ted told him.
	"And they say history doesn't repeat itself," commented Rick. 
"Of course, we were a little younger, weren't we?"
	"Well, maybe," responded Ted, "but we don't know when these 
guys started."
	"Unless I'm misreading you, you're telling me we have to 
either find a way to tell the guys that it's OK to wear diapers or 
set up a situation where they feel comfortable telling us it is 
what they want."
	"Essentially, yes," Ted agreed, "but Marsha and I think we 
have a way to do both. But, first, don't you and Brenda have some 
talking to do?"
	"I suppose we do. But, you know, she already knows all about 
you and me as teenagers in diapers."
	"Hell, am I the only one who thought that the past had stayed 
hidden? How many more people know about our teenaged diaper 
wearing?"
	"You know what, buddy," answered Rick, "I don't know and I 
don't care. Let's go over to my house and we'll call Marsha to 
come and join us so that we can have a powwow over this. The guys 
are at the mall and video arcade all afternoon aren't they?"
	Rick got up to leave the booth but he noticed that Ted was 
hesitating and asked if there was something else they needed to 
discuss. Ted sheepishly admitted that he couldn't stand up right 
at that moment.
	"All this talk about diaper wearing has taken me by surprise 
and, frankly, recollections from the past have gotten me excited," 
he said red-faced. "I'll need a couple of minutes for the 
excitement to go down."
	Rick admitted to being somewhat aroused also and they ordered 
another cup of coffee staying carefully away from any references 
to diapers.
	Their meeting lasted a little under two hours and they had 
all agreed on the same strategy that would be played out beginning 
a few days before Christmas.
	"You know, Marsha," Ted commented later, "Brenda seemed 
awfully pleased at the idea of getting her boy back into diapers."
	"Yes, I noticed that too. I think Peter might not realize 
half of what's in store for him. He is an only child so maybe 
Brenda is relishing the idea of having another "baby" to care 
for."

*********

	On December 20, Sharan arrived home from State University and 
she was apprised of the situation. She was rather amused by it all 
but she promised to do her part to make the boys comfortable with 
themselves. She was mature enough to understand that they needed 
this space in their lives, but at the same time she was young 
enough to think of several ways to use this as an advantage over 
her younger brother.
	December 23rd finally rolled around and the Harrelmons were 
expected to "move in" right after lunch. Brenda and Marsha chose 
this date so that they could get a head start on Christmas dinner 
and the other plans they had made. Kevin and Peter were delighted. 
It meant that they would have an extra day to hang around 
together.
	Shortly after the Harrelmons arrived, Kevin and Peter were 
called into the dining room for a "short meeting." Both boys 
wondered what they had done. They couldn't think of anything 
except...
	Ted invited Peter and Kevin to have a seat. "Guys, we asked 
you here because we need a favor from you. Of course, you are free 
to say no, but we hope you won't. It would mean a lot to us, and 
it would mean the world to Tommy."
	"What's up, Dad?" Kevin asked. Instead of answering his son, 
Ted turned to Peter.
	"Peter, I don't think you know about the Wishing Star 
tradition we have in our family. It started when Sharan was a very 
little girl. One Christmas Eve, we were having trouble putting her 
to bed, so we told her that if she made a wish on the Wishing Star 
and then went straight to bed, she would receive whatever it was 
she had wished for. I am a little ashamed to say that it started 
out strictly as a way to manipulate her to go to bed. In any case, 
she got excited by the idea and we were able to get her to sleep 
at a reasonable hour. When Kevin came along and then Tommy, we 
continued the tradition. As you might be able to guess, Tommy has 
not lost interest in this tradition the way Sharan and Kevin have. 
In fact, he feels that for the last two years he has not gotten 
his wish because we haven't been doing it right. Kevin, can you 
explain to Peter how the Wishing Star ritual works?
	"OK. Basically, you get ready for bed like usual but before 
getting into bed you have to look up at the sky until you're sure 
you've found the brightest star. Once you've found it, you make 
your wish and the you go straight to bed." Kevin then turned to 
his Dad and asked, "What did you mean that Tommy thinks he's doing 
it wrong?"
	"He doesn't think he's doing it wrong. He thinks we're making 
him do it wrong," answered Ted. "He remembers back a few years 
when he still wore cloth diapers under his sleeper. He thinks that 
the disposables are the wrong thing to wear. And now here's the 
part where you come in. He thinks he's not able to find the 
brightest star by himself so he wants you to help him during the 
Wishing Star ritual."
	"Gee, Dad," Kevin started, I'm sure we'd be happy to help 
Tommy find his star. That's no big deal."
	"I don't think you understand the whole thing yet, Kevin," 
Marsha commented. "He wants you and Peter to participate 
completely. To him that means you must also wear sleepers, cloth 
diapers, and plastic pants."
	Peter and Kevin were as thunderstruck as their fathers had 
been when they found out a few weeks ago about their sons' desires 
to return to diapers and plastic pants. Being younger, though, it 
was harder for them to hide their true feelings. They tried their 
best, though.
	"Well," Kevin began, "I guess I could do that for Tommy. He 
is just a little kid and he is slow and everything, I guess it 
would be OK."
	Yeah," Peter chimed in, "I kind of like Tommy. He's not a 
brat or anything so I guess I would be wiling to help. But, where 
will you get the um..., um..., diapers and everything?"
	"Don't worry about that," Brenda stated, "That will be our 
problem. I am very proud of both you boys doing this for Tommy. It 
is very sweet of you both to support him like this." She leaned 
over and gave Peter a kiss on the cheek.
	"Aw, gee, Mom, not in front of Kevin," Peter protested.
	Both boys, however, floated out of the dining room, their 
feet barely touching the ground they were so happy.
	Once they heard the boys going up to Kevin's room, Rick 
commented, "Well, that erased any doubt I had about whether the 
guys wanted to be in diapers or not. I don't know if anyone else 
noticed, but their pants were more than a little tented on the way 
out."
	Running up the stairs to get to Kevin's room, the boys were 
so happy they couldn't walk straight, falling down several times 
on the stairs. Back in the room, the tried to keep their voices 
down while repeating over and over, "They're going to put us back 
in diapers! Oh, man, can you believe it?"
	"Kevin, are you really excited, I mean "down there?"
	"You know I am."
	"How about we put our diapers on now?" Peter suggested. 
"Since our parents are actually going to diaper us tomorrow night, 
we can use some of our own diapers today."
	"Do you mean put then on now and wear them all day? Are you 
crazy? What if they notice? Oh, man, no," Kevin stammered.
	"C'mon don't be chicken. I'm gonna do it. Besides, we're 
wearing pretty loose corduroys. No one will notice, I'm sure."
	So, the boys changed each other into their diapers. Their 
hearts nearly stopped when Tommy knocked on the door and asked to 
come in. What a sight he would have seen: his older brother in a 
T-shirt and diapers pinning a diaper on his friend. The boys 
scrambled into their pants as fast as they could.
	"See," Peter was saying, "the diapers hardly even show. Our 
shirts cover them up completely. Even without them, you can hardly 
tell anyway."
	"I guess so," Kevin reluctantly agreed. "But what about the 
noise."
	"You're paranoid. Our moms are playing Christmas carols all 
over the house anyway. No one will hear a thing."
	Feeling guilty, the boys went in search of Tommy. To make up 
for sending him away they played with him for the rest of the 
afternoon.
	Around five-thirty, Brenda interrupted their games by telling 
the boys to get ready to go out to dinner.
	"We're going out to dinner?" a surprised Peter asked.
	"Yes," his mother said, "Mrs. Levassy and I are cooking a big 
meal for tomorrow. We don't feel like cooking another one 
tonight."
	"OK."
	"Now hurry up, we're leaving right away and we're going to a 
nice place. Here, change into these shirts." Brenda said as she 
handed two dress shirts to the boys.
	"OK, we'll be right back down." Kevin said.
	"No time for that; change right her. And tuck in your shirts, 
so that you'll look nice and neat. Tommy, come with me, your 
mother has your clothes ready in your room."
	When the boys had come downstairs earlier to play with Tommy, 
their fathers were pretty sure they had diapered themselves. Their 
keen eyes (and years of experience) confirmed the extra roundness 
of the boys' behinds and the extra fullness in their crotch. So, a 
hasty meeting was held in the kitchen where it was decided that 
the boys would be taken out on their first diaper outing.
	"Peter, look what have you gotten us into," Kevin said 
between clenched teeth.
	"Me? You didn't exactly fight very hard against the idea. 
Besides, you know you're excited about being in diapers."
	"That's not the point. Look at us. What were we thinking? 
Without our shirts hanging out you can see our diaper bulge from a 
million miles away." Kevin worried.
	"That's only because we know. People don't look at other 
people that closely."
	"Come on guys, hurry up," a voice said from the hall.
	The house had gone quiet as the TVs and stereos had all been 
turned off. The boys became acutely and painfully aware that their 
plastic pants were making clearly audible crackles and rustling 
sounds.
	"Oh, God," the boys prayed, "don't let anyone hear them."
	Everyone was waiting by the back door. Kevin and Peter were 
handed short jackets.
	"Here, it's not too cold tonight," said Peter's dad, "These 
will be warm enough, but button up well."
	With the exception of Tommy, who was not in on the plot, 
everyone else knew that after they buttoned up their jackets the 
waistbands would further constrict their pants and cause the 
roundness of the diapers to be even more visible. It worked 
perfectly. With a combination of horror and excitement, the boys 
saw it, too.
	Even outside, walking to the Levassy's SUV, Kevin and Peter 
thought that the crackling noises of their plastic pants sounded 
like mini-gunshots. But nobody reacted- or, in truth, nobody let 
their reactions show.
	To their amazement, the thrill of going out diapered in 
public won out over their fears at being caught, with the result 
that the bulges in the front of their pants grew. Seated in the 
back row, Peter discretely tried to readjust himself, but even 
this casual contact set off a predictable explosion in his plastic 
pants. His inability to sit still caused Peter to notice what was 
happening and this set him off next. Again, they were lucky that 
no one else noticed- or so they hoped. Still shaking and unsteady 
they arrived at the restaurant.
	They would have to wait for a table. The whole time they were 
standing waiting they couldn't decide where to place their hands 
to best hide their bulging diapers. Lost in a flood of memories of 
when they were in similar circumstances, their fathers hoped that 
the plans they had been made would allow the boys the freedom to 
express themselves as they wished.
	Near the end of the meal, Peter excused himself and headed 
for the rest room.
	"Wait up," Kevin called to him. "I need to go, too."
	Kevin had been feeling uncomfortable pressure from his 
bladder for some time and was glad that Peter needed to use the 
bathroom.
	They had only gotten a few feet away from the table when 
Peter's dad said, "That's a good idea. I need to use the 
facilities, too."
	"Me, too," added Ted. "How about you, Tommy?"
	"Nope, I'm OK."
	Looking over their shoulders, Peter and Kevin saw their 
fathers following them to the rest room.
	"What are we going to do now?" Kevin whispered.
	"Use a stall, of course," Peter answered. "What else did you 
think we would do?"
	"I mean, our dads will hear the crinkling noise of our 
plastic pants if we try to pull them down!" Kevin lamented.
	"Maybe the bathroom will have loud music, or something," 
Peter said hopefully.
	But, the rest room was empty and quiet. Each boy entered a 
different stall.
	"Quick," Peter said, "pull you pants down and sit on the 
toilet. Our dads will probably finish quickly and then we can pull 
down our plastic pants and undo our diapers after they've gone."
	Seconds later Ted and Rick entered the men's room talking 
about business, seemingly oblivious to the boys in the stalls. As 
they were washing their hands, Rick made a hand motion to Ted 
indicating that he should stand by the door and wait.
	"Are you almost done, Peter?"
	"Uh, yeah, dad. Just a second," Peter blurted out.
	"OK, we'll wait right here for you."
	Panic filled the boys. Peter silently cursed himself for 
answering the way he did and Kevin would have throttled Peter if 
he had been able to get his hands on his friend. Kevin's 
nervousness was now so intense he could no longer hold back. He 
lost control and he began to flood his diaper. Peter heard the 
unmistakable hissing sound of peeing coming from the other side of 
the partition and he also lost control and heavily wet his diaper. 
Ted and Rick clearly heard the sounds and knew what was happening.
	Satisfied that they had accomplished the mischief they 
intended to do, Ted called to the boys, "We're going back to pay 
the bill. Meet us at the entrance when you're finished."
	They chuckled all the way back.
	"What's so funny?" Tommy asked.
	"It's Christmas Eve," Ted answered, "isn't that enough to 
make you happy? Come on, your brother and Peter will meet us at 
the door."
	Sharan, Brenda, and Marsha were dying to ask questions but 
they knew they would have to wait until the got home.
	Inside the rest room, Peter and Kevin had pulled their pants 
back up (since it was too late to worry about taking down their 
diapers to pee) and were washing their hands at the sink.
	"Why did you tell your dad you were almost finished?" Kevin 
said between clenched teeth, "That was sooo stupid."
	"Hey, don't blame me. It was just automatic." Peter defended 
himself. "Besides, there's something more important to do. Check 
my backside and make sure my plastic pants aren't leaking. I don't 
think I ever peed so much in a diaper before."
	"You're OK," Kevin advised, "but check me, too, I know I'm 
super wet."

*********

	Back home again, the boys knew they needed an excuse to get 
to Kevin's room so they could change out of their soggy diapers. 
Going into the den, they intended to pick up their T-shirts and 
announce that they were going to change. But, Kevin's mother was 
already collecting them saying that she wanted to get all the 
laundry done before Christmas.
	"Besides," she said, "you look so handsome in your dress 
shirts. Keep them on."
	Defeated, the boys retreated to Kevin's room anyway. Once 
inside, Kevin started undressing so that he could get out of his 
wet diaper. Meanwhile, Peter was taking out another set of diapers 
and plastic pants.
	"What are you doing?" Kevin screeched. "We almost got caught 
at least two times tonight. I don't think I can stand anymore of 
this."
	"Keep your voice down," Peter warned. "Didn't your mother 
tell us to stay dressed the way we were? If we showed up looking 
different they might notice that something was up."
	"That doesn't make any sense. Besides, didn't you say before 
we left for the restaurant that people don't look at other people 
that closely."
	"Yeah, but this is our mothers we're talking about. They 
notice everything- we shouldn't take any chances." Peter insisted.
	Kevin sensed that Peter really wanted to stay in diapers all 
evening and overnight. In fact, he himself was reluctant to change 
back into regular underwear. So, he let himself be convinced.
	"OK," he sighed, "but first I want to use the bathroom. I 
don't want a poopy diaper on top of everything else that's 
happened tonight."
	"Good idea, hurry up and I'll use the bathroom next," Kevin 
seconded.
	Freshly diapered and dressed, the boys left Kevin's room to 
watch television. They fell asleep lying face down on the floor of 
the den. At 11:00, Ted and Rick couldn't resist waking them up by 
placing their hands on the back pockets of their son's pants and 
shaking them gently. As soon as the boys were awake enough to 
realize that they were being touched on their diapers and plastic 
pants, they jumped away, panic in their eyes.
	"Sorry," Ted apologized, "We didn't mean to scare you. It's 
time for you to get to bed. Oh, and Kevin, I don't know what you 
carry around in those pants, but make sure you empty your pockets 
before you throw them in the laundry. I don't want whatever is 
bulging in your back pocket to wreck the washing machine."
	"That goes for you, too, Peter," Rick affirmed.
	The boys fled the room and raced up the stairs. It was a full 
five minutes before their heart rates were back to normal.
	In the meantime, Ted and Rick were desperately trying to keep 
their laughter from being heard upstairs. But, in the end, it was 
the boys who got the greatest satisfaction. They were now free to 
enjoy their diapers and to drift into a contented sleep in warm 
and cozy diapers and baby pants. These wouldn't stay dry for very 
long, either.

*********

	Christmas Eve dawned bright and clear. The weather forecast 
promised clear skies through Christmas night. It would be perfect 
weather for the Wishing Star ritual. Peter and Kevin were 
especially well behaved and they even played games with Tommy for 
several hours in the afternoon. Marsha and Brenda wondered if this 
signaled how the boys would behave once they were back in diapers. 
If it did, they were delighted.
	Dinner was over a little after six o'clock and Tommy was told 
to go take his bath and then wait in his room until his mother 
came to diaper him. He normally would put on his own disposable 
diaper, but since he would be wearing cloth diapers tonight Marsha 
would have to do it for him. By seven, Tommy was all ready.
	"Honey, would you tell Kevin and Peter to start getting ready 
too?" Marsha called to her husband.
	"They're in Kevin's room. I'll go tell them," Ted responded.
	Knocking on the door, he went in and told the boys to begin 
showering. "Peter, you use the shower in this room, and Kevin you 
use my shower."
	"OK," they said simultaneously.
	"When you're done, Peter, your Dad will help you get your 
diaper on, and I'll help Kevin when he's ready."
	"We can do it ourselves," Peter began to say until he 
realized that they weren't supposed to know how to put diapers on. 
"I mean, yeah, I guess we will need you to help us."
	As soon as Ted left, Kevin said, "Nice going. You practically 
admitted that we knew how to put on diapers by ourselves. Geez, 
let's not slip up too many more times."
	"I'm sorry," pleaded Peter, "I guess it's just that I wish we 
could admit to liking diapers."
	"I know. Well, go take your shower and then you and me can 
get ourselves diapered!" Kevin rejoiced.
	Five minutes later the boys were back in the bedroom and 
their dads were already folding the thickest diapers either boy 
had ever seen.
	"OK, Peter, lay down on the diaper," his father invited.
	"You too, Kevin," Ted echoed.
	Both boys were having tremendous difficulty keeping down 
their excitement. This always happened when they diapered 
themselves, but now they were embarrassed to have their fathers 
see it. Ted & Rick sprinkled liberal amounts on powder on their 
sons' diaper areas and gently began rubbing it in, all the while 
ignoring their sons' growing excitement.
	"OK, roll over so we can powder your behinds," the boys were 
told.
	The cool powder was like heaven to the boys. The feelings 
running through them were much powerful than they ever imagined 
they could be.
	"Feels good, doesn't it?" Rick questioned.
	"It's OK," the boys answered in unison while their fathers 
winked at each other in complete understanding of what the boys 
were really feeling.
	"OK, roll back over so we can pin the diapers in place. "Oh, 
and hold the diaper pins for us, please"
	Each boy was handed six yellow and brown teddy bear diaper 
pins.
	"We want to make sure these diapers stay on good and tight," 
Ted explained.
	Next their fathers slid on the plastic pants as the boys 
automatically raised up their behinds. They took extra care to 
make sure that each boy's diaper was carefully tucked inside the 
plastic pants. As the boys tried to get up, they were gently 
pushed back onto the beds.
	"No, we want to do this all the way. We'll dress you 
completely."
	With that, heavy socks were pulled onto their feet ("To keep 
our little boys nice and warm.") and, finally, the boys were 
zipped into their sleepers,
	"OK, all set. Tommy is expecting you in about thirty 
minutes."
	As soon as their dads left, the boys began admiring 
themselves in the full-length mirror on the closet door. Kevin was 
wearing a yellow sleeper with a babyish train running across his 
chest while Peter had on a light green sleeper with baby blocks 
that spelled out "Sleepy Time." Their diapers bulged out on all 
sides and the slightest movement caused their plastic pants to 
make a delicious rustling sound. The boys were reaching a level of 
excitement never before attained, even when compared to last 
night.
	"I've got to do it now, or I'll die for sure," Peter gasped.
	"Me, too," Kevin agreed.
	After only a few seconds of rubbing the boys exploded inside 
their diapers. Lying down on the bed, they delighted in the 
afterglow of the experience.
	A knock on the door brought them hastily back to the present.
	"Tommy's waiting," Sharan announced. "He's in the dining 
room." She gushed at their appearance and complimented them on 
their generosity in helping Tommy. All the way down the stairs she 
couldn't take her eyes off the slight waddle of their behinds 
caused by their thick diapers.
	In the dining room, Tommy was all excited. He giggled at his 
older brother and friend in their diapers and sleepers, but he was 
soon down to business. The boys gathered by the window and to find 
the brightest star possible. The dining lights were turned off so 
that they could see the sky more clearly. After a few minutes 
Tommy agreed that they had found the brightest star, and, holding 
hands with Kevin and Peter, he wished his wish with all his might. 
He then hugged each boy tightly and was sent off to bed.
	Now that Tommy was safely off to bed, the four parents would 
push the limits to see how far their boys would go with this.
	"That was nice, guys. Thanks, Kevin, for being such a 
thoughtful big brother. And thank you, Peter, for being a good 
sport and friend to Tommy," beamed Marsha. "It's not even eight 
o'clock. Why don't go on upstairs and change back to your regular 
clothes."
	"Um, well, Mom," stammered Kevin, "would that be a good idea? 
I mean, what if Tommy wakes up? Won't he think his wish might not 
come true if we've changed clothes? You said he was upset because 
he thought we weren't doing the Christmas wish the right way."
	"Yeah, Mrs. Levassy," agreed Peter sheepishly, "I don't mind 
staying like this either. I wouldn't want Tommy to get upset or 
anything."
	"Well, OK. If you really want to stay in your diapers and 
sleepers, we don't mind."
	The way she said "your diapers" and "your sleepers" sent a 
wave of warmth and longing through each of the boys. "If only," 
they thought, "we could always be in "our" diapers and "our" 
sleepers.
	Their reverie was broken by their fathers calling them into 
the living room. Upon entering the room they were invited to sit 
down next to their fathers, but as they approached them their dads 
grabbed them and spun them around. Before they knew it, they were 
lying on their backs on the floor with their dads pinning them 
down.
	"Your dad and I," Ted said looking over to Peter, "decided 
that this opportunity was too good to miss. Seeing you dressed 
like toddlers reminded us that it's been at least nine or ten 
years since you've received a good tickling. So, prepare to meet 
your doom!"
	Within seconds the boys were squealing with pleasure as their 
fathers tickled them mercilessly.
	"Oh, no. Please, stop. I can't take any more. Ow, my sides 
hurt. Enough, enough, we give up," the boys gasped amid their 
uncontrollable laughter. But their dads stopped only after each 
boy admitted to wetting his diaper.
	Meanwhile, in his room, Tommy had not yet fallen asleep but 
now he would because he knew that his wish had been granted.
	Before helping their boys up, Ted and Rick insisted on 
checking the condition of their diapers.
	"I can't remember a single time when a certain little boy got 
a tickling that he didn't also wet his diapers," Rick said.
	"Neither can I, but I think we ought to be sure," agreed 
Kevin's dad.
	Unzipping their sleepers from the bottom up, the wet 
condition of their diapers was confirmed.
	The red-faced boys began a flood of explanations: "Gee, it 
wasn't fair. We didn't have time to prepare. I sort of needed to 
go, but I thought it could wait. We begged you to stop."
	"Relax, guys. It was just our little joke. We were trying to 
get you to wet your diapers. Besides, you're not that wet. You can 
probably wait until bedtime to change into something dry." Rick 
explained.
	"Oh, OK," the boys agreed rather too quickly and then went 
running into the den to watch TV.
	"I guess that proves one more thing," Ted said.
	"What's that?" Rick asked.
	"That our boys don't mind being in wet diapers."
	A short time later the doorbell rang. Marsha answered it and 
was surprised to see that it was their neighbor's boy, Frank.
	"Hi, Mrs. Levassy. Kevin told me that he and Peter would be 
hanging around together tonight and that maybe I could come around 
and hang out with them too? Can I come in?"
	"Of course, sure." She said hesitatingly. "Why don't you wait 
in the living room and I'll go find the guys."
	Frank was in the same grade at school as Kevin and Peter. He 
had three sisters and, over the holidays, his family was hosting 
his mom's sister and her children- all girls. This way why Frank 
wanted to come over.
	In the den, Marsha explained to Kevin and Peter that Frank 
was waiting for them in the living room.
	"Do you want me to tell him to wait and that you will be down 
in a few minutes while you go change?"
	"Naw," Kevin said, "It's not worth the bother."
	"What about you, Peter? Do you agree with Kevin?"
	"Yeah, he'll understand why we did it for Tommy."
	With that, the boys trundled off to the living room.
	"Hi, Frank."
	Turning around to greet them, Frank did a classic double-
take.
	"Guys, aren't you a little confused. This is Christmas not 
Halloween. What's with the costumes?"
	They told him about Tommy's wish and how they were 
cooperating with it and how they didn't want to do anything to 
upset him. He accepted their explanation with a shrug of the 
shoulders and a short "Oh, OK. Anything good on TV or can we play 
some games instead?" Of course, they didn't tell him about their 
wet diapers.
	At ten thirty Marsha came in to tell Frank that it was time 
for him to go along home. On his way home, he wondered about his 
friends. He didn't mind that they were dressed like toddlers but 
he knew from the slight smell of urine that were wet when he 
arrived and he had heard the distinctive sound of their wetting 
some more while they watched TV. He wondered why this excited him.
	"Bedtime, guys. I'll bet you'll be glad to get out of those 
wet diapers," Peter's Dad was saying. "Do you need any help? Do 
you know where your mom put your regular pajamas, Peter?"
	"Um, Mr. Harrelmon," Kevin interrupted, "Tommy is probably 
going to come screaming in here at some god awful time tomorrow 
morning to get us up to open our presents. If he finds us in 
regular pajamas, he'll know we didn't follow through with the 
whole Wishing Star ritual."
	"Are you saying that you want to stay in your sleepers and 
diapers? I'm sorry, boys, but you'll get an awful diaper rash if 
you don't get into some dry clothes soon. I know it's important to 
Tommy, but..."
	At that moment, Ted came into the room carrying an armful of 
fresh diapers, plastic pants and two changing pads.
	"I heard you talking, so I thought I would bring these in. 
Here are some diapers for you to wear during the night and a fresh 
change for the morning."
	"Gee, thanks, dad, that's great. I mean..., Tommy will be so 
happy," Kevin amended.
	The next few minutes were glorious for the boys. Their dads 
did everything for them as if they really were toddlers. The 
changing pads were laid out on their beds; their sleepers were 
unzipped and lifted out of the way; they were gently placed on the 
changing pads; they lifted their behinds and relished in the 
sensation of the plastic pants sliding down their legs and off 
their feet; they shivered with pleasure at the unpinning of the 
diapers and at the sensation of the cool air hitting their diaper 
areas. Then, the gentle washing with a warm washcloth, the sliding 
of the new diaper under them; the softness of the cotton against 
their bottoms. Their erections were becoming impossible to hide 
but their fathers ignored them. The boys smelt the sweetness of 
the baby powder before they felt it being gently rubbed in. They 
turned over and the process was repeated. Then, the actual pinning 
of the diapers, the sliding up of the plastic pants, the tucking 
in of any stray diaper material, and the re-zipping of their 
sleepers completed the process. They each let out a sigh of 
pleasure that was as unmistakable as it was heartfelt.
	"Alright, now into bed with you," their fathers said as they 
put away the changing pads, tomorrow's diapers, and the other 
diaper changing items.
	"Don't forget their wet diapers and plastic pants," Rick 
advised Ted. "Can we put them with Tommy's wet diapers for washing 
later?"
	After their dads had left, a sleepy Kevin asked Peter, "Where 
did they get the changing pads and fresh diapers from?"
	"I don't know," replied an equally sleepy Peter. "Let's not 
think about it tonight. Let's just enjoy sleeping in diapers."
	"Yeah, good idea."
	They were asleep in minutes and didn't wake up until Tommy 
blew into the room on Christmas morning at 5:45am.

*********

	"Come on, Kevin, wake up. It's time to open presents!" Tommy 
shouted several times before waking Kevin.
	"Huh, wha...??" replied a groggy Kevin, "are mom and dad 
awake yet?
	"Yes, we are," Ted replied from the doorway. "In fact, it 
looks like everyone is getting up. Of course, it would be hard to 
sleep through all this noise."
	Sharan and the Harrelmons were all coming out of their rooms 
dressed in pajamas and bathrobes. Peter was also showing signs of 
waking up.
	"Sharan, would you take Tommy back to his room to change 
him?" Marsha asked. "I think it would be best to put him back in 
cloth diapers. You know how he is when he's excited. I don't want 
any accidents in the living room this morning. Oh, and would try 
to get him to eat some breakfast?" Under her breath, as Sharan 
passed her in the hall, she added "Try to keep him out of the 
living room for as long as possible. You know how he can't resist 
touching everything and I'd hate to have him break any gifts."
	"Sure, Mom. I'll try," Sharan answered, "When are you going 
to spring the other surprises?"
	"Shh... the guys will hear you."
	"OK, guys." Brenda asked, "Do you need changing too?"
	Both boys sheepishly nodded their heads.
	"Well, Marsha, it looks like we need to get busy. I hope I 
remember how to do this," Brenda joked.
	Ted and Rick left to get things ready for the next event of 
the morning.
	While the boys were looking forward to experiencing another 
diaper change, they weren't sure how comfortable they were about 
the other boy's mother being in the room. But, since they wouldn't 
have any more excuses to stay in diapers after they finished 
opening presents, the boys accepted the situation with good grace. 
Each silently hoped that their mothers would understand if they 
started getting erections during the process. The fact that they 
were put into baby-print plastic pants that crinkled loudly nearly 
sent them over the edge. Back again in their sleepers, they 
delighted in looking and sounding like toddlers.
	"Ok, guys. You're all set," said Marsha. "But before you go 
downstairs there is something we have to show you. Come to the 
bedroom," she said, meaning the master bedroom that belonged to 
Ted and her.
	Ted and Rick were already waiting. Rick held a photo album 
thick with pictures.
	"Sit on the bed, please," Rick said to the boys. "This first 
gift this morning is not exactly the usual kind of gift. We're 
going to show you a photo album. After you've looked through it, 
you may want to ask us some questions."
	They handed the book over to Kevin and Peter who opened to 
the first page. There was a picture of their fathers, arms around 
each other's shoulder, taken when they must have been eleven or 
twelve. The kept turning pages looking for a reason to ask 
questions. They already knew about the things portrayed in the 
pictures. Their dads had been in scouting together, they had gone 
on family vacations with each other's family, they had played on 
the same basketball team. It was when they turned to the next set 
of pages that they let out a sharp gasp. There was a picture of 
their fathers, kneeling on the floor, smiling, and wearing 
diapers- not a baby picture, but a picture taken when they were 
twelve or thirteen years old. Almost as if they were afraid that 
the book might be taken away from them, the boys started quickly 
turning page after page trying to take it all in. Their dads 
wearing bulging shortalls and overalls, baby print shirts and 
plastic pants, sucking on pacifiers and baby bottles, playing 
catch in their diapers in the back yard, and on and on. Only when 
they got to the end did they look up into their parents' expectant 
faces. Ted and Marsha were standing next to each other holding 
each other around the waist, as were Ted and Brenda.
	"Do you have any questions or observations," Ted asked.
	"How come you never told us?" asked Peter.
	"It's not an easy subject to bring up. As I am sure both of 
you boys know very well," Rick answered.
	A pregnant pause stretched out for several seconds.
	Finally, Peter asked, "When did you find out about us, I mean 
Kevin and me?"
	Ted explained how he accidentally saw and overhead them on 
the night of the decorating party and how he had never wanted to 
spy on them. He also explained how they used Tommy's request for a 
Wishing Star ritual to reintroduce them to diapers in front of the 
family.
	"Does this mean I can wear diapers and baby clothes whenever 
I want to?" Peter asked his parents.
	"Yes," they answered. "No more hiding your feelings, or your 
diapers for that matter?"
	"How about me?" Kevin queried.
	"Of course, the same goes for you." Kevin's parents agreed, 
"Whatever way you want to be treated, either as a "big boy" or as 
a "little boy," is strictly up to you," they answered.
	The boys got up and hugged their parents for a long moment 
while thanking them over and over.
	"Even if I don't get any more presents," Kevin said, "this 
will still be the best Christmas ever."
	"Me, too," agreed Peter.
	"OK, Rick, let's go load up the car so we can return all that 
stuff tomorrow," joked Ted.
	"Good idea," agreed Rick.
	The horror-stricken look on the boys' faces prompted Marsha 
to speak up, "They're only kidding. You'll get your other 
presents, too. Who knows? Santa may have been extra generous to 
two little diaper boys."
	This led to another round of hugging by the boys.
	"OK, let's go get Sandra and Tommy and begin some serious 
present opening," Ted proposed
	"Not just yet," interrupted Brenda. "There's one last thing 
to clear up."
	"Thanks right," seconded Marsha.
	Ted and Rick looked at each other and wondered what their 
wives were talking about. They had accomplished everything they 
set out to do for the boys. What could they have possibly left 
out?
	Marsha filled them in. "Answer this, Ted and Rick. When did 
you finally decide that you no longer enjoyed wearing diapers?"
	"Well, Marsha," Rick began, "we each met the love of our life 
and we left childhood things to the past."
	"That doesn't answer the question," Brenda pointed out. "The 
question: was when did you stop enjoying diapers? Not, why did you 
stop wearing them?"
	"Well, umm," Ted said. "I think Rick means that before you're 
married there is room in your life for games and things. After 
marriage you have to settle down and give serious attention to 
your family."
	"You still enjoy basketball and camping. Aren't those the 
same thing? In some ways, they take you further away from your 
family than the style of clothes you wear."
	"But..., no, you see...," sputtered their husbands.
	Both husbands were blushing furiously knowing that they 
couldn't deny that they indeed would still enjoy diaper wearing 
and its associated games. But, adults couldn't do that, could 
they? Especially not with their children's knowledge! "Well, 
Marsha, what do you think of their answers?" Brenda asked.
	"I'd say the answers are pretty weak and not very 
believable."
	"I agree," Brenda said, and with a tone of finality in her 
voice she said, "Rick, come with me to the guest room."
	"OK," Marsha added, "Kevin, you and Peter go down to the 
kitchen and get something quick to eat. You can also help Sharan 
keep Tommy entertained. I'm sure he's driving her crazy wanting to 
get into the living room to start opening presents. We'll only be 
a few minutes."
	"Hot damn," Peter exclaimed as they were on their way down to 
the kitchen. "Do you really think that our moms are gonna diaper 
our dads' butts?"
	"I know they're gonna try, that's for sure," Kevin laughed. 
"I don't believe what's going on today. I'm so afraid that this is 
all a dream and that I'm going to wake up sad and without 
diapers."
	"Don't worry about that," Peter encouraged his friend. "I've 
been pinching myself all morning and I'm sure that I'm awake."
	"Yeah, but if you've been pinching yourself on the butt, your 
diapers and plastic pants are too thick for you to feel anything 
so that would be an invalid test."
	"Then how about this one?" Peter rebutted. "Can you hear the 
crackling sound of baby pants?"
	With that, they entered the kitchen giggling hysterically.
	"Well, somebody is in a good mood. Maybe you guys can cheer 
up Tommy. He's really unhappy about having to wait," observed 
Sandra. She didn't ask the boys any questions about what had 
happened upstairs because she knew what her parents had planned, 
even the part that the wives had not told their husbands.
	Peter and Kevin grabbed a quick bowl of cereal and tried in 
vain to distract Tommy. But, before they had even finished their 
cereal their parents were calling them to the living room. Tommy 
let out a "yippee" loud enough to shake the paint off the walls.
	"Let's go, let's go," he encouraged the others, dragging them 
toward the living room.
	When they got to the living room, their parents were waiting 
for them. Their moms were still dressed the same as before, but 
their dads were obviously wearing thick diapers under sleepers 
identical in design to the ones worn by their sons.
	"Oh, daddy, how cute," said Sandra in a half-teasing voice. 
"You, too, Mr. Harrelmon."
	Both dads blushed scarlet and gave weak smiles in return.
	Tommy, on the other hand, was not phased in the least. He ran 
up to his father and exclaimed, "Look, Daddy, were the same now!"
	As Ted bent down to give Tommy a hug, the loud crackling of 
his plastic pants sent Kevin and Peter into a fit of giggles as 
they realized what kind of baby pants he must be wearing. When 
Rick stepped to the side to let Tommy by, his loudly crackling 
pants caused the boys to double their laughter.
	"OK now, all you boys sit here on the floor together. Now, I 
don't want any fighting or teasing. Is that understood?" 
admonished Marsha.
	"Yes'm," they answered in unison.
	For the next forty-five minutes squeals of delight and 
approval filled the room. Occasionally, a "new" little boy would 
blush at the juvenile nature of a gift, but not one of them even 
thought of objecting. Each gift had been picked out with care, and 
was truly appreciated. Of course, the gifts that got the most 
attention, even from Tommy, were the clothes and toys received by 
the "little boys." Each had received at least two dozen diapers 
and plastic pants (some in translucent white and some in 
translucent baby prints), shortalls, overalls, print T-shirts, 
additional sleepers, and sweaters and sweat shirts in various 
babyish colors and designs.
	After all the wrappings and ribbons were sorted or thrown 
away, Marsha and Brenda asked Kevin and Peter if they didn't have 
one more gift for their dads. Confused, they looked from their 
moms to their dads who also seemed confused by this.
	"Come here," they beckoned to Peter and Kevin. They whispered 
something to them that made their faces light up with mischievous 
glee.
	The two dads were becoming uncomfortable as their sons and 
wives approached them.
	"Now, what's going on here?" they demanded.
	"Nothing that you won't enjoy, we promise. Sandra, why don't 
you help Peter and Brenda. Tommy, you can help Kevin and me," 
Marsha directed.
	The two dads were backing toward the wall when they were 
dragged back to the center of the room where they were pinned 
down.
	"It seems to me that yesterday, two gentlemen, and I use the 
term loosely, deliberately tickled their sons until they had wet 
their diapers. I think it's only fair that they get the favor 
returned."
	"Oh, no... you can't be serious...," and finally, "help!" was 
heard from each of the dads.
	But no amount of protest would stop the ticklers. While the 
others held down their dads, Kevin and Peter followed the advice 
their mothers had given them. They took off their dads' socks and 
tickled the bottom of their feet. The effect was, well, 
hysterical. Both dads were laughing uncontrollably in no time.
	"OK, OK, they gasped, you win. You got your revenge."
	"I don't know," replied Brenda, "they could be lying. I think 
we need to verify their claim just like they did yesterday with 
the boys."
	Laying the hands on the front of their husband's sleepers 
they confirmed that they had indeed wet their diapers.
	"You just wait until tonight," each husband whispered to his 
wife. "You just wait!"
	"Oh, we're looking forward to it," they answered- for each 
had also felt her husband's excitement inside his diapers.
	Marsha, Brenda, and Sharan then went to the kitchen to finish 
preparations for Christmas brunch.
	"How about you guys clean up in here?" Marsha suggested 
before leaving. "Oh, and pick out your baby clothes for the day. 
After lunch, you'll get cleaned up and then we'll be dressing 
you."
	So, for the next half-hour the guys organized the unwrapped 
gifts and generally straightened out the room.
	"I think we'd better take our diapers and baby pants up to 
our rooms," Ted said. "It looks like we're having a white sale in 
here."
	Kevin and Peter were amazed at how big a pile two dozen 
diapers made and they wondered where they would put all this 
stuff.
	As if sensing their thoughts, Rick said, "We've ordered 
changing tables for your rooms. They'll have plenty of shelves, 
drawers and cabinets to store everything."
	The last order of business was picking out clothes for the 
day. Now that the boys felt free to do what they wanted, they were 
not the least bit shy about picking out the most babyish looking 
styles. Kevin chose yellow corduroy overalls emblazoned with a red 
fire engine and a multicolored striped long-sleeved shirt. Peter 
couldn't decide, but, finally selected dark green overalls to wear 
with a teddy bear print pullover shirt. In a show of support, each 
dad selected the same color overalls as his son and matching 
pullover shirts. Naturally, the overalls all had snaps running 
along the inside seams to make diaper changes easier.

*********

	Later that day, after Christmas dinner, the four adults were 
sitting in the living room. Rick and Ted were still dressed in the 
clothes they had selected that morning (except for an after dinner 
diaper change).
	"Well, I hope that this Christmas will turn out to be the 
most surprising I will ever have. Two boys, excuse me, four boys 
back in diapers and baby pants! Pity the poor mothers for all the 
extra work they'll get from this!" Brenda exclaimed.
	They all chuckled over that.
	"Well, maybe," added Ted "but, you know, our mothers 
(referring to himself and Rick) made us contribute to doing the 
laundry. And that was in the days when we hung the laundry out to 
dry on the back yard clothesline. The boys should also be involved 
in keeping their laundry under control."
	"All the boys should," Marsha added, jabbing her husband in 
the ribs.
	"You guys are the experts," Marsha said addressing her 
husband and Rick, "how do you think the day went?"
	"For the boys or us?" Rick kidded.
	"Both."
	"It's obvious the boys are having a blast. But, tomorrow, 
reality will strike and they will have to think long and hard 
about who they will bring into their confidence. As for Ted and 
me, you'll have to tell us if we go too far."
	At that moment, they were interrupted by Tommy who wandered 
into the room.
	"Mommy, Daddy, can I ask a question?"
	"Sure, Tommy."
	"If someone wishes something and someone else finds out about 
the wish and then tricks other people so that that wish will 
happen, is that being bad?"
	"What??" Marsha answered in a confused tone. "I'm sorry, 
Tommy, but I don't understand your question."
	Tommy hesitated for several seconds and then tearfully 
confessed, "I heard Kevin and Peter talking about wanting to wear 
diapers and I didn't want them to feel sad so I made up a story 
about the Christmas Wishing Star so that they could wear diapers 
again. Was I bad?"
	"Do you mean that you asked for the Christmas Wishing Star 
ceremony because you wanted Kevin and Peter to be happy by wearing 
diapers again?" she asked.
	"Yes," he whispered fearfully.
	"Oh, honey," she said with a tear-choked vice, "that was very 
sweet of you. No, what you did was not bad because you did it to 
make someone else happy. In the future, though, come to me or 
Daddy for advice first, OK?"
	"Ok. I'm glad Kevin and Peter are happy again," he said as he 
merrily bounded from the room.
	"Well, I'll be damned," Ted exclaimed. "All this time I was 
feeling guilty because we were 'using' Tommy to get the boys back 
into diapers and it turns out that he was 'using' us."
	"Yeah, you're right," agreed Marsha. "You know what else it 
means, though?"
	"No," the others answered more or less simultaneously.
	"It means that it is Tommy who is actually responsible for 
everyone facing their desires and making them known. Without the 
Wishing Star ritual that Tommy insisted on, could we have come up 
with a plan to allow the boys (and you) to acknowledge your 
desires and hidden needs? Just imagine the harm that could have 
come from the boys suppressing their desires or living in fear of 
being discovered. Think of the emotional wall they could have 
built around themselves to keep their secret hidden. And, Tommy 
was the one who discovered it first."
	The four friends pondered this in silence for a few minutes. 
Even though there were still many more issues for the boys to 
face, a sense of peace seemed to permeate the house. And all 
because of Tommy.
	Darkness was now falling and Kevin and Peter came into the 
living room to look at the tree again.
	"Hi, guys," their parents greeted them. "Whatcha doing?"
	"Nothing. We just wanted to come in and watch the tree for 
awhile," Peter said, as the boys lay down on the floor to stare at 
the tree.
	The four parents were delighted with the ease with which the 
boys seem to have adapted to their new lifestyle. Of, course why 
shouldn't they? They had been dreaming of nothing else for over 
two years.
	For several minutes the parents watched the boys watching the 
tree. The looked so natural and content in their brightly colored 
overalls and baby print T-shirts. And their rounded and padded 
bottoms were a delight to look at, too.
	Suddenly, as if receiving an invisible signal, the two dads 
were out of their chairs and pouncing on the boys, screaming, 
"Revenge for the Tickle Revenge!"
	"Auugh," screamed the boys. "No, Ted. No Rick," shouted 
Brenda and Marsha. "Be careful of their new clothes, or your new 
clothes, if it comes to that. Remember what you said about sharing 
in the diaper laundry. At least make sure they don't overflow 
their diapers."
	But, the mayhem was already in full swing and none of the 
boys was paying any attention. The wives knew that only two sets 
of wet diapers would stop it. But they were wrong. It wouldn't 
stop until there were four sets of wet diapers.
	Turning to Marsha, Brenda said, "Good grief, I think we've 
created four new Frankenstein monsters! OK, you guys, hurry 
upstairs and get ready to be put into your nighttime diapers and 
sleepers."
	They all rushed up the stairs hoping to be first.

The End

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