It was just as the home cookout was ending that evening that three mothers made plans to take their children to the lakeshore at eight o’clock in the morning. Seven kids a two-year-old baby all piled into the Johnson family’s big Oldsmobile station wagon and headed off on the two and a half-hour trip.

Sally, a twelve-year-old and her sister Jean; eleven years old were the only girls. The boys were: me, Jimmy at twelve years, my two twin brothers, Joe and Jack at nine years of age and Tommy, a ten year old; and Peter, a ten year old made up the cargo – except for Danny Mrs. Johnson’s two and a half year old baby.

We had a fun time down to the lake stopping only at Mc Fries in Colton.

Soon the wagon turned up the rock and dirt road we had to take to our favorite place on the lake. This place had always been so completely deserted with no one else there. Today looked good, too.

Mrs. Johnson parked in the shade under a big oak tree and we piled out looking to get into the water. The girls had worn their suits down so they ran off first.

Mrs. Latham asked a good question…"where is the bag with the boy’s bathing suits in it?" Oh no! We have left them at home. What can we do? Mrs. Johnson suggested that we boys just go in our underwear but Tommy said he wasn’t wearing any…. In fact, none of us boys had any underwear on us. It was back in the bag with our swimsuits and towels.

The three mothers were horrified at the thought of no underwear and told us that was unacceptable behavior. We couldn’t wear our blue denims into the lake because they would be too dangerous and heavy when they soaked up the tannic lake water. Besides, they would be awful to ride home in wet and also might damage the seats in the station wagon – blue denim has been known to color other fabrics. Mrs. Jones said that least the baby was okay because his diapers and waterproof panties. She said, "I have over a dozen new diapers in Danny’s diaper bag for him"

Mrs. Johnson told her boy Tommy and us to forget "skinny dipping" – "Tommy’s sisters were not to be exposed to naked boys running around!" Then she said, "I have an idea – why can’t we make bathing suits out of diapers and then you boys can go in the water?" "What, wear diapers? No way we said."

We went over by a big outcropping of rocks and watched the girls and talked about our situation among ourselves. We concluded that it would not be bad if all of us were put into diapers together. That way no one could tease another. As I was the oldest I led the boys over to the ladies and told them "we were ready." "Ready for what," they asked. "Ready to get our bathing suits on," I said softly. "Well now, lets see what we can do with you first Jimmy." I was told to lay down with my bottom on the tailgate of the big olds. "There!’ You look good in your new bathing suit." I looked like a big toddler in a diaper when I got up off the tailgate. Soon all us boys were diapered and went to play in the water.

When the girls saw us they teased a little and soon we were all called out of the water to eat. I found that I liked the way my diapers felt wet and the other boys liked theirs’ too. The diapers made us feel very good so we just let the girls say what they wanted and let the ladies take care of them. The girls were told that there were enough diapers for them to have some too if they continued to tease us. That "cooled their jets." and soon they left us alone with no more teasing or baby talk – just an occasional smirk.

After lunch we played on the swings and on the beach and just had a ball. At about three-thirty the ladies felt it was time to get ready to go back home. We boys went back to the rear of the wagon to get out of our diapers only to find that we were to be changed into dry diapers that would serve as underpants for us on the trip home.

Our mothers lectured us saying that it was just terrible not to wear underpants and we could learn our lessons by wearing diapers for underpants under our jeans all the way back home. We liked the way the dry diapers felt, too, and on the way home decided to get some diapers to play with and use.

The next day we boys pooled our resources - just enough to provide three cloth diapers for each boy and a pair of diaper pins for each one when we added in the diapers that Tommy’s mom still had from when he was little. We all went to the local WallyMark store together to buy our diapers and the bottle Tommy insisted on.

We took our treasures up to our tree house in my backyard and told our mothers that we would all be playing "Indians" that afternoon. Everyone knows that Indians just wore cloths that looked like diapers.

My mother saw us running around in just our "Indian clothes" and could hardly contain her curiosity as to what we were up to. That evening she asked me about how the day went and I said, "okay, I guess…" She said that it looked to her "like a group of boys were having fun being dressed like babies again."

That evening at bedtime when I came back into my room from my shower mom was sitting on my bed talking with my brothers waiting for me. "You boys like to wear diapers don’t you – don’t answer – because it is alright with me and I even think it is cute." Mom knew our feelings and I just sat own beside her and hugged her neck very tightly.

"Lay down right here and Mommy will get her little boys ready for bed," she said as I felt my towel falling away. My legs were being rubbed with some Johnson’s baby oil and then powder. Oh, the powder smelled so good to me. She lifted my legs by my ankles and I felt the softness under my bottom coming up between my legs. "My it’s good to be able to baby you again like I used to do," she cooed to me as she pinned me up and then slid my plastic panties on over my diapers. She soon had my brothers back into diapers as well and then she then took us back downstairs with her for another surprise she had gotten for us at the store that afternoon.

We were told to watch TV until she returned for us. "Shut your eyes, sweeties," and we shut them tightly until she slipped the nipple of a new baby bottle into each of our mouths. As we nursed our bottles mom told us that she didn’t want to embarrass us and that any time we didn’t want to be babied all we had to do was say so and she would not baby us.

She told us to drink it all down. Mom told each of us as she put us down for sleep that if we wet or dirtied our diapers it would be okay and not to worry but be happy and enjoy our babyhood again. The only rule she gave us was that only she diapered or removed our diapers.

The next day we boys got together and decided we would ask to go back to the lake and wear diapers up there. Each was to ask his mother and get permission for another trip soon. Tommy Johnson’s mother already diapered him every evening so when he asked to be diapered again at the lake she agreed. His sisters were enthusiastic about the idea of all the boys being put back into diapers because they thought boys looked so "really rad" in diapers.

Peter Jones’ mother said, "I already have little Danny in diapers if you want to be put back into diapers with him for a day at the lake I think it would be okay with me.

When Sally and Jean, Tommy’s sisters found out that we all wanted to go back to the lake and wear diapers they wanted to go to and be our "babysitters."

The mothers got together to plan this diaper outing for their boys and figured they would go us one better and have a surprise or two for us. Mrs. Johnson thought it would be cute if we rode up in diapers and took no regular clothes with us at all. Mrs. Latham thought that we should all have pacifiers on ribbons around our necks. My mother suggested that all drinks be given in baby bottles and that if we had to go to the bathroom we be told to use our diapers since that is what we had them on for. Then Mrs. Johnson said that we should wear baby pants over our diapers to protect the car seats.

The great day came a week later and we were all excited about going again to the lake and being able to wear diapers up there like babies. Our first surprise came as we showed up at the Johnson home when we were told to go to Tommy’s room and strip for diapers right then. We had thought that this would happen up there but mother assured us this was the easiest way. I asked if we could wear our pants over our diapers and she said yes –"baby pants!"

Tommy had been changed into dry diapers that morning and had no panties on over his diapers yet. His sisters thought he looked sweeter without the plastic panties. Soon, thanks to Tommy’s supply, we were all in just our diapers and waterproof panties. Peter soon arrived and was given the "uniform of the day." Peter felt so babyish he was blushing several shades of red especially when Sally told him what an "adorable pretty little baby boy" he was.

Just before we got into the car our pacifiers were put around our necks and we were taken out to the car – hoping no one would see our diapers and us. The trip was good except we were always afraid someone would see us – like at the Mc Fries there at Colton.

Peter had wet his diapers and Jean had seen him do it and told on him. She had told everyone that Peter needed his diapers changed. Mrs. Jones had thought so too so we had to wait in the car for Peter and his mother to come back from the ladies room. She took Danny’s diaper bag with her in one hand and Peter’s hand in her other hand. A few of the patrons there saw them go into the ladies room. He was dressed in just his diaper and panties with his pacifier around his neck on a ribbon. He was a bit embarrassed and cried a little very softly.

We were all glad we were dry and didn’t have to walk across the parking area and into the store just in our baby diapers and panties.

Soon we were back at the lake and our pacifiers were taken so we wouldn’t loose them and our plastic panties were removed as well. Sally insisted on helping me out of my panties. Now the idea was to get wet.

We all had fun and Peter even forgot his embarrassment back in Colton. Lunchtime quickly came and being given baby foods and bottles surprised us. My mother fed my two brothers and me by spoon, Sally fed Tommy and Mrs. Jones and Jean fed Peter and Danny. Peter wet again while taking his bottle and his mother let the girls change him. He liked to be changed and babied by the girls.

After lunch it was more swimming and play and soon time to go home. This of course meant getting changed into dry diapers and baby pants for us all. Mother relented and let Sally change my diapers for me while she changed my two brothers. I especially liked it when Sally rubbed the powder all over my bottom. When she did my penis I had an orgasm which she quickly closed up in my diapers. There was something sexy about having a girl my own age change me.

We got home in time for the ladies to get us out of our diapers and get supper ready. Mother didn’t notice my "boy juice" in my diapers. We planned several more diaper trips that summer and we enjoyed them all.

Through our years in high school Sally changed me many times. All us boys enjoyed our diapers so much that now in later years we talk about them all the time we are together. Why the last time I laughed so hard remembering Peter being taken to the McFries in Colton that I wet my diapers right there.