High School Days in Diapers
Part 2
The Sleepover at Tory’s
Saturday morning came and as usual, I checked to see if I was wet. The sheets were completely dry, but my disposable diaper was another story. I’m not sure why I always checked to see if I was wet, because ever since the accident, I woke up wet. I guess I was hoping that maybe someday I would wake up to a dry diaper and that maybe I’d be able to shed my babyish underwear, but that’s just a pipe dream. I crawled out of bed and decided to check on Tory in the spare room across the basement. I walked across the family room toward the spare bedroom just in my piss-soaked diaper. I normally would just walk around in my diaper to either take a shower or grab a quick glass of orange juice in the kitchen, but normally no one was home to see me just in my diapers so it didn’t matter that much. Since Tory had to wear diapers just like myself, it didn’t bother me to wake Tory up in just my diaper.
I
walked toward the spare bedroom where the Tory left the door open where I
walked in finding Tory awake staring at the ceiling. He glanced at me and said
good morning. When I sat down on the edge of his bed…Tory just made a comment
that I was pretty wet, as it was pretty obvious that my diaper was completely
soaked. “Yeah, I’m pretty much of a heavy wetter and my diaper is normally
quite wet in the morning, just like now”, I replied. I then asked Tory how he
faired overnight. I could tell that he was slightly embarrassed and knew
something was wrong. As he threw off his covers exposing him just in his
piss-soaked disposable diaper, he told me that he was sorry, but for some
reason, his diaper had leaked and the bed had gotten wet. I looked down at the
sheets and saw how wet they were. I told him not to worry about it, as there is
as mattress pad to protect the bed. When Tory got out of bed, I saw how wet he
was. His diaper was a lot more wet than my diaper was. I told him that maybe it
would probably a good idea if he showered and changed into a nice clean dry
diaper. We walked back to my room, just in our wet diapers were I grabbed a
clean dry diaper from the bottom drawer and handled it to Tory then took
another dry diaper out and threw it on my bed. I told him to take a shower and
I would take care of the wet sheets.
Tory
took the diaper from me and walked into my bathroom and proceeded to take a
shower. While he took his shower, I stripped the wet sheets and the mattress
pad from the bed and covered up the bed with the dry comforter that was on the
bed. I threw the wet bedding into washer in the laundry room. Tory walked out
from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him and walked back to the spare
bedroom to get dressed. I myself walked into the bathroom, un-taped my
piss-soaked diaper from me, rolled it up and threw it away in the garbage were
Tory’s wet diaper lied. Like every morning, I hoped back on my bed, throwing
the diaper I had thrown just a few minutes earlier under my backside, I taped
it up and spent a minute of so re-taping it. I just had finished putting and
readjusting my clean dry diaper when Tory came into my bedroom fully clothed.
As I pulled my jeans over the disposable diaper I was sporting, Tory asked me
if it ever bothered me in wearing diapers. As I finished getting dressed I told
him that…
“Oh course it bothers me that I have to wear
diapers instead of regular underwear like most of the guys wear, but since I
don’t have a choice anymore, I’d rather wear a diaper than wet myself without
warning.” I further explained that when I got out of the hospital, I explored
every conceivable option in controlling my bladder. I tried external catheters,
which by the way are totally uncomfortable. I even had an internal catheter
inserted, but after a severe infection that almost took my life, I decided that
maybe wearing diapers wasn’t all that bad. At first I didn’t go back to school,
because I felt so embarrassed that here I was 17, a senior in high school and
having to wearing diapers. Finally…like I explained alittle earlier that I kept
playing on some of the school teams, hanging out with the same people, just
like I had always done, but the only thing that changed for me, was that I had
to wear a diaper instead of the regular underwear all the other guys wore. I
also added that after about a month of wearing diapers, Jack asked me why I
wore diapers since I obviously didn’t have any bowel control problems and
wondered why I didn’t wear something that would simply collect my urine instead
of the disposable diaper I was wearing. I explained to him, just like I did
with you that I tried several options but I found that plain old disposable
diapers seemed to work the best. First, they never or seldom leaked and
secondly, I didn’t mind wearing diapers, they gave me the comfort and security
I needed. Jack, Greg and Ashley accepted my answer to their questions, never
questioned me again with wearing diapers and accepted me as who I was and that
I just had to wear a diaper. “What about you?” I asked Tory. He responded to me
that since he’s never known what is like to wear regular underwear because he’s
never been out of diapers, that he is comfortable in wearing them. He’s never
known anything else. We talked alittle more before Tory left for his house.
Tory and I became great friends. He wasn’t my
best friend, as Greg and Jack had that title. But because Tory wore diapers
like me, he knew exactly what I was going through, whereas Greg and Jack
couldn’t even imagine. Don’t get me wrong, Greg, Ashley and Jack are great and
very supportive about my condition and the fact that I have to wear a diaper
instead of the normal briefs or boxer shorts like all the other guys wear at my
high school. It’s been just a few months since I found myself bound by diapers
and even though I accepted the fact that I would probably have to wear a diaper
for the rest of my life, it still bothered me to some degree or another that I
have to wear them. I’m just glad that none of my friends or classmates treated
me like a baby, just because of the highly absorbent plastic underwear I wear.
This was even more evident that I despised any type of baby talk whenever one
of the girls would change me from time to time.
It never crossed my mind that someone else
besides myself could be wearing diapers at my age. I mean, who would think that
a 17 year-old could still be in diapers so that’s why it never crossed my mind
that Tory was wearing a diaper when I first met him. I thought I was the only
one in diapers, especially in my high school. I remember hearing the crinkling
sound that one Tuesday afternoon on the bleachers when Tory sat down. I don’t
know why I never suspected anything, normally guys don’t crinkle when they sit
down, so looking back on it, I wonder why I didn’t think if he was wearing a
disposable diaper. I guess it really isn’t all that common to have 17 year-old
guys still in diapers.
After a late night at the Café, Greg, Jack,
Tory and I walked Ashley home. Once Ashley was home, Jack and Greg walked
toward their homes. Tory and I lived in the same direction, so we both walked
and chatted while going home. I was kinda of complaining about my brother
having some of his friends over for the night and even though my brother’s
friends were aware that I wore diapers, they somewhat teased me because of my
babyish underwear. Tory just then suggested that I come over to his house and
spend the night. I was alittle apprehensive about staying over at Tory’s house,
because I knew that we would have to share a room, unlike the time when Tory
spent the night at my house, Tory got his own room. Since it was Friday night
and I really didn’t have anything better to do I said… “Sure, why not”. Once we
reached Tory’s house, I realized that I didn’t have any extra spare diapers
with me for the night or even for the next day. I voiced my concern with Tory
that maybe I should spend the night another time, since I didn’t have any clean
clothes with me. Tory looked at me and said… “Dude, you’ve got to be kidding.
Helloooo…I wear diapers too and we wear the same type of disposable diaper, so
you can just have some of mine.” I thought to myself and said to myself…well
duh, that will work. I told Tory thanks and we proceed toward his house.
It was still warm and humid outside and when we
walked into his kitchen, there too was rather warm. “You don’t mind if I take
off my shirt, do you?” Tory asked me. “Nah, go ahead, it’s probably a good
idea.” I responded. Tory took off his shirt and then offered me something to
drink, which I both of us had root beer. Tory and I leaned against the counter
drinking our root beers and talked about the events of the day and school. As
we chatted, I looked at Tory with his shirt off and noticed that the top of his
disposable diaper was sticking out from underneath his jeans. I decided for
that very reason to leave my shirt on but Tory seemed totally comfortable with
his shirt off and with his diaper exposed. He noticed that I was looking at him
and that his diaper was visible said to me… “When you spend your entire life in
diapers like myself, you get pretty use to not worry about them or even if they
are visible. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t go out of my way to advertise that I’m
diapered, but I’m not embarrassed that I have to wear them. After chatting for
about a half an hour, Tory decided that it was probably a good idea to hit the
sack. I was a little apprehensive about sleeping in the same room with another
guy let alone sleeping in the same bed, but Tory had a king size bed, which
made it alittle easier to deal with. As we walked toward his room, Tory was in
front of me and like in the kitchen; his diaper was really sticking out from
the backside of his jeans. I’ve seen Tory with his shirt off before, but for
some reason, tonight was a different story. I couldn’t explain what it was
about Tory…was it that he had a great chest or was it the disposable diaper
sticking out from his pants. Whatever it was, I knew that Tory was different
from the other guys and friends I knew. He went over to his closet and pulled
out a disposable diaper and handed it to me. I took the diaper from him it
looked liked the disposable diapers I wore but then realized that this
disposable diaper was a lot more thicker than the one I was currently wearing.
Tory explained that the Attends Company decided to make their “Attends Briefs
10” in an overnight disposable diaper. The new overnight diaper would hold up
to several wettings throughout the night without leaking. I liked this idea,
although I really never had a problem with my diaper leaking at night. Tory
then handed me some lounge pants and a t-shirt to change into then told me that
I could change in the bathroom next to his room. He also told me that I would
find everything I needed to help me with my diaper change underneath the
bathroom sink. I took the diaper, lounge pants and the t-shirt and walked out
of his room and entered the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, I took off my shirt and
then pulled my pants down exposing my shameful white and extremely wet
disposable diaper. I opened the bottom of the sink drawer and was amazed to
find several types of baby wipes, baby powder and even some diaper rash
ointment. I took the baby wipes from the sink and preceded the un-tape my wet
diaper. I took the wipe and completely cleansed my entire diaper area. One
thing with wearing diapers, especially at 17, the one thing you don’t need is a
bad case of diaper rash. Ever since finding myself bound in diapers, I always
made sure that I kept myself clean. I taped up the clean dry diaper on myself
and looked myself in the mirror and saw myself standing there in an extremely
thick white disposable diaper. It looked pretty good for a diaper if I do say
so myself. I made sure that the leg gathers were all on the outside of the
plastic outer covering to ensure that this new diaper wouldn’t leak before I
pulled the loaned pair of lounge pants on over the thick disposable diaper I
was now wearing. I walked out of the bathroom only to hear myself crinkle even
more than usual. Even though I taped the diaper up tight, like I always do to
prevent my diaper from crinkling in public, these new overnight diapers
crinkled with every step I made.
I walked into Tory’s room and crinkled as I sat
down on his bed. I guess the additional crinkling sound from these new
overnight disposable diapers really didn’t matter that much. I mean I was
wearing an overnight diaper and I was going to bed, so who cares if my diaper
crinkles more at night…no one other than myself or Tory would really notice the
crinkling sound, like it matters anyway, since both of us would be wearing the
same type of night wear. Just within a few minutes, Tory exited his bathroom
wearing lounge pants and a t-shirt too. I then noticed that his lounge pants
seemed a lot more bulky looking than what I was wearing but I didn’t really
question what he was wearing. I just thought he was wearing the same exact
disposable diaper I was, but I didn’t really hear the crinkling sound my diaper
made.
Tory asked me I wanted something to drink
before bedtime as he told me that he always had a glass of milk before bedtime,
but I responded that I was ok. I never really drank too much before bedtime and
now that I found myself bound in diapers, it was even more of a reason not to
drink before bedtime, even though I now had to wear diapers, I really didn’t
want to leak one bit. Tory left his room to get himself a glass of milk. While
he was out of the room, I noticed that his closet door was slightly ajar, so I
for some reason decided to open and peer inside. With the door open, I looked
in amazement of what was in the closet. Here the closet was full of diapers of
all kinds. It seemed that Tory had every conceivable disposable diaper in that
closet and there even seemed to be some type of cloth things with diaper pins
and even some pairs of vinyl baby pants that looked awfully large. I shut the
door and returned to the bed in which I sat back down when Tory walked back in.
When Tory walked in, I once again noticed the
extra bulkiness of his lounge pants but I didn’t want to say anything to
prevent any embarrassment from him or myself. Tory was taking off some extra
bed pillows when one of them dropped on the floor in front of his dresser. He
stepped over to the pillow and bent over to pick it up. While he was doing
this, I looked at him and at his diapered butt and that’s when I noticed plastic
pants sticking out from his lounge pants. I couldn’t resist asking him why he
was wearing plastic pants over his disposable diaper. After I confronted him
about the plastic pants, he told me that he wasn’t wearing a disposable diaper.
He then pulled his lounge pants down exposing the plastic pants he was wearing
and then tugged the plastic pants down revealing thick, soft white cloth
diapers pinned on with diaper pins. I now realized what I had saw in his closet
was some cloth diapers… “I thought only babies wore cloth diapers? I asked him.
“Well I thought so too, but since I’ve always worn diapers, wearing disposable
diapers all the time was becoming increasingly expensive, so my parents
introduced me to cloth diapers and plastic pants at night when I was about 6.
You never known that I wore cloth diapers because I still wear disposables
during the daytime and when I spend the night at others… so like those nights
when I spent the night at your house, I wear my overnight disposable diapers,
like the one you have on right now.
We sat on the edge of his bed as we talked
about wearing diapers at night and I couldn’t believe that Tory wore thick
cloth diapers and plastic pants to bed each night. I asked him if they
protected him like the disposable did. He told me that they did and actually
they were actually a lot more absorbent, so if you drink a lot at night, you
don’t have the worry about your diaper leaking. He then asked me if I wanted to
try them. I told him that I really didn’t care to wear them, as since I was
already set for the night. Tory simply asked me what made up a disposable
diaper that you wear at night. I didn’t quite understand the question in which
he asked what was the disposable diaper made of. I responded that disposables
had an outer layer made of waterproof plastic then highly absorbent pulp
sandwiched between that waterproof layer and the soft liner that was next to
the skin and of course the tape tabs that adhered the diaper to itself. Tory
just responded that the cloth diapers were basically the same, but his
waterproof outer cover was the plastic pants, soft cotton highly absorbent
cloth diapers did the same job as the pulp found in disposable diapers but the
only difference was that the diaper I had on was strictly disposable were as the
diaper he was wearing was completely reusable. The tape tabs found on the
disposable diaper was replaced by the diaper pins that securely held them in
place. After Tory explained that the diaper he was wearing was really no
different over the disposable that I was wearing other than the fact that his
cloth diaper and the use of plastic pants were reusable. I told him that he was
probably right, and then Tory asked me once again if I wanted to try them. I
told him that I already had on a disposable and he didn’t want to ruin the
diaper I had already had on. He just told me that I could just take it off and
wear it in the morning. I thought about it for a minute and decided that I
would give them a try…just for Tory and just for tonight.
Tory went over to his closet, opened it up and
took out several cloth diapers, some diaper pins and a large pair of plastic
pants. He asked me if I could put the diaper on myself. I told him that I never
had worn cloth before, so I wasn’t even sure on how they went on. Tory
instructed me to lie on the bed and he would take care of the change. I took
off the lounge pants and t-shirt that I was wearing and lied down on his bed. I
was slightly embarrassed that I was lying there just in my diaper and just
then, I got totally embarrassed when I and even Tory saw that I was wetting
myself. The warm yellow liquid spread down the front of my diaper and before I
knew it, I was completely soaked. Tory knew that I was embarrassed that I had
wet myself in front of him and Tory just said to me… “Well, I guess we don’t
have to worry about reusing this diaper in the morning…you took care of that
yourself.” Both Tory and I laughed and I realized how much I needed to wear
diapers. Tory then carefully and expertly took off the piss soaked disposable
diaper I was wearing and wiped down my crotch with a warm baby wipe. I closed
my eyes as he cleaned me up and thought to myself how good it felt. I knew that
when Ashley changed me, it felt pretty good but I never thought another guy
changing me would have the same effect. I was slightly embarrassed that I was
lying there naked in front of Tory, but like it wasn’t the first time…we
showered together in gym class, but during those times, there were a few dozen
guys besides Tory. It just seemed alittle weird having to be cleaned up and
diapered by another guy. When Ashley changed me, I didn’t feel embarrassed, but
with Tory it was a different story. While he finished cleaning and drying me
off, I was getting alittle hard. I opened up my eyes and looked at Tory when he
quietly said to me… “Close your eyes, I help you out.” I did as he told me and
within just a few seconds, I was finding myself being stroked by Tory. I was in
heaven and slightly moaned when he had me come to a climax. I never, ever thought
that something like this would happen to me by another guy and for some odd
reason, it wasn’t all that bad, in fact it was quite pleasurable. After the
relief, Tory once again, took a baby wipe, cleaned and dried me back up.
After he I was cleaned and dried, Tory put the
cloth diapers together then placed them underneath me. He carefully pulled the
thick mass between my legs and pinned them up on each side with the diaper
pins. Like the times before when Ashley changed me, I sometimes would get hard,
but now I got hard again when Tory was pinning on the diaper on me. His hand
was touching my skin and the diaper itself, so I was somewhat embarrassed that
this had happened. Tory noticed that I was getting hard again just said… “I
think someone likes having his diaper changed.” After successfully pinning the
diaper on me, he had me stand up in which he pulled the plastic pants up over
the shameful cloth diaper I was now wearing. He ensured that all the cloth was
totally encased inside my plastic pants.
I instantly knew that these diapers were a lot
thicker than what I was use to. I felt the plastic pants that covered the thick
mass and for the first time in a long time I felt alittle embarrassed that I
had to wear diapers and for some reason I felt like a little baby in thick
diapers. Tory knew what I was feeling and ensured me that just because I was
wearing thick cloth diapers and plastic pants, that it didn’t change me as a
young man that I was, it was just a different type of protection that I would
normally wear. I wasn’t sure about wearing these cloth diapers and plastic
pants, but I would give them a try.
I climbed into Tory’s bed with Tory getting
into the other side after taking off his lounge pants and shirt. I looked at
Tory and at the thick cloth diaper and plastic pants he was wearing and just
admired how good he looked in his diaper. I was glad that Tory had a king-size
bed; because I think things would get weird especially what I was thinking and
what went on just a few minutes earlier plus with both of us sleeping in the
same bed. We talked for a bit about being 17 and still wearing diapers, but he
or I never mentioned about him changing me or having him satisfy me before
falling asleep.
The next morning, I woke up to a completely
soaked diaper, just like I do every morning, but this time I was lying in
Tory’s bed and I was wearing thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. I felt
around the sheets just to ensure that I hadn’t leaked, which I didn’t. I then
reached down inside my plastic pants, feeling how wet I actually was. I was
amazed that the cloth diaper I had on didn’t leak. I pulled my hand away from
the inside of my plastic pants and then quietly caressed myself from the
outside of my plastic pants with feeling the confines of the wet fabric that
was underneath the soft plastic that covered it. I also felt the diaper pins
that held the diaper together and wondered if Tory ever felt like this in his
diaper. I then realized that Tory, like me he was doing the same exact same
thing. He looked at me and told me on lots of mornings, he would jack off in
his diaper to satisfy himself and by doing within the confines of the diaper;
there is a lot less mess to clean up. I agreed with him and within a few
minutes, both Tory and I were satisfying ourselves.
Once we finished with our little project, Tory
sat up in bed and asked how I like wearing cloth diapers. I sat up too and told
him that I was indifferent about wearing this type of diaper. I told him I was
use to wearing disposable diapers at night that it was alittle different having
something really thick on. I also told him, while just sitting there in my
soaked cloth diaper and plastic pants that even though the diaper did its job,
I could feel that I was wet, unlike disposables, you really couldn’t feel that
they were wet. Tory did somewhat agree with me, but just added that it just
takes time to adjust to wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants. We talked
alittle more about the pro’s and con’s of wearing cloth diapers and plastic
pants and even disposable diapers when I asked Tory about how he felt about
wearing diapers all his life and how he managed socially.
Tory began to explain that it never bothered
him that he was wearing diapers before he reached the first grade, but once he
started the first grade and realized that kids past the age of four didn’t wear
diapers, he got teased because Little Tory was still in diapers. He also told
me that he got use in having to wear them and even made some friends, but most
of the guys in his school wouldn’t have anything to do with a kid still in
diapers. What made Tory even more embarrassed was when his younger brother was
potty trained and no longer had to wear diapers whereas Tory was still wearing
them. His parents never made him feel like a baby, but sometimes when his
diaper was changed by his dad, he kinda felt like a baby. He continued in
saying that when he entered his freshman year in high school at his old school
Vancouver that’s when the teasing got worse. Since he didn’t really have a
physical disability to exempt him from taking P.E. Tory had to take gym class
with the rest of the freshmen class. At this point very few people were aware
that he had to wear diapers but during the first day in P.E. everyone would
know that he wore diapers. Here Tory was a fifteen year old trying to undress
in the boys locker room and trying to hide his babyish underwear when some of
the guys saw that he had a disposable diaper on. Before long, everyone in the
locker room was looking at the fifteen year old in diapers. What was more
embarrassing for Tory was that his disposable diaper was wet.
He tried to explain to his fellow classmates
why he had to wear diapers, but it always seemed that someone teased him about
his diapers. Some of his classmates accepted Tory and for the condition he had
to endear. We talked further with both of us just sitting on his bed in our
piss soaked cloth diapers and plastic pants. Tory told me that since he was
introduced to cloth diapers and plastic pants at night when he was six, sometimes
he had to wear a daytime cloth diaper and plastic pants underneath his pants.
This only happened when his disposable diaper supply was out or when he was
punished for something he had done. He got even more teasing from his
classmates when it was obvious that Tory was wearing cloth diapers and plastic
pants. He did admit that he sort of enjoyed wearing cloth diapers, because it
made him feel secure and that they were quite comfortable. I was alittle
surprised that Tory admitted in liking to wearing diapers, but after finding
myself bound by diapers, I too sort of enjoyed the security and comfort diapers
gave me.
After talking for just a few more minutes, Tory
told me that I could take a shower first before eating breakfast. He walked
toward his closet and retrieved a clean dry disposable and handed it to me. I
took the diaper and gather up my clothes from the night before and walked out
of his room and headed for the bathroom. I didn’t think that I was walking out
of his room just in a soaking cloth diaper and plastic pants…that’s when I also
realized that Tory’s younger brother saw me walking into the bathroom just in
my diaper. Like last night, I got totally embarrassed and wet the diaper even
more. I wondered what he thought of seeing another 17 year-old wearing diapers.
I knew that he was probably aware of his brother’s diapered condition, but to
see another guy in diapers, I bet it was a totally shock. I locked the door
behind me and pulled off the plastic pants away from the piss soaked diaper, then
unpinned the diaper and placed both the diaper and the plastic pants inside the
diaper pail that was inside the linen closet in the bathroom. I stepped inside
the shower and washed the baby smell that accompanied me each and every
morning. I decided not to take a long shower as I normally would do at my
house, so I turned off the water, dried myself off and then proceeded to put on
the disposable diaper that Tory gave me. After readjusting the tape tabs on my
diaper to ensure that the diaper was on the way I liked it and ensuring that
the leg gathers were on the outside, I put on my jeans and shirt on.
As I walked out of the bathroom and re-entered
Tory’s bedroom. I glanced around and didn’t see him in his room. I walked out
and headed into the kitchen to find Tory, his younger brother (the younger
brother who saw me just in my cloth diaper and plastic pants earlier) and his
mother. Tory’s mother greeted me and told me to sit down on at the breakfast
table. As I sat down, I noticed that Tory was wearing the lounge pants he had
last night, plus his pants were quite bulky, so I realized that he was still
wearing his night diapers and plastic pants. He knew what my question was and
he just replied that he never changes until he’s ready to shower. Since I took
a shower first, I realized that he didn’t have time to shower. I kinda wondered
what it felt like to sit around in a wet cloth diaper during breakfast. Of
course I didn’t have the nerve to ask him.
I was alittle embarrassed about his younger
brother seeing me just in my diaper and plastic pants and even though his
brother wore diapers all the time, I bet he’d never seen another 17 year old in
diapers, other than his brother. While we ate, his brother never once looked at
me strangely or questioned why I was diapered. The breakfast was great and
after we ate, Tory got up and walked into the bathroom to take his shower. I
got up to help clear the morning’s dishes with Tory’s younger brother. His
mother thanked me for being so helpful. I just couldn’t sit on the couch and
watch TV while I waited for Tory to finish with his shower and dressing, so
like any respectable teenager, I helped with the dishes. While Tory’s youngest
brother and I cleared the dishes and placed them into the dishwasher, Tory’s
youngest brother (Jared) told me that he was glad that Tory had met someone
else with the same problem. It seems that Tory was kinda of a loner in his last
high school because that he still wore diapers. Jared explained to me that even
though he had friends, it wasn’t quite the same when none of them had the same
problem. Jared finally asked me the question I was kinda dreading all morning.
“So, I noticed that you had on nighttime diapers, just like my brother wears,
but do you have to wear them all the time too, just like my brother?” I paused
a bit then instead of saying anything, I just lifted up my shirt and pulled my
waist of the jeans I was wearing slightly exposing the disposable diaper I had
on. “Does this answer your question?” I replied. “Sure does!” “Don’t worry,
your secret is safe with me, just like Tory’s secret isn’t discussed outside
this family. “Thanks, man.” I replied. After talking with Jared, I myself felt
alittle more at ease being around him and his family.
Tory finally exited the bathroom with a towel
wrapped around his waist. I decided to wait a few minutes before going into his
room. What seemed to be forever, but in real time was only about five minutes;
I walked back into Tory’s room thinking that he would be mostly dressed by now.
Boy, was I wrong…Tory was just finishing taping up his disposable diaper. I
quickly turned around to leave, when Tory just said to me… “You can stay, it’s
not like you haven’t seen me just in my diaper, and anyway I’m about done”. I
turned around and sat down on one of the bed. After he finished taping up the
diaper he had on, he readjusted that tape tabs to make them a lot more
comfortable, just like I do each and every morning. Once his diaper was
securely on, Tory pulled on a pair of jeans and finished dressing. I looked at
him and just admire on how it was virtually impossible to tell that Tory had a
diaper on underneath those jeans of his. Tory looked at me, while I was looking
at him and all he said to me… “I can’t tell either that you got a diaper on…” I
just looked at him in amazement that Tory could actually tell what I was
thinking of….weird huh? Maybe this friendship we were building was going to be
beyond that of what Greg or Jack meant to me.
I finally decided that wearing cloth diapers
and plastic pants to bed at night just wasn’t something that I really cared
for. Don’t get me wrong, they were comfortable and highly absorbent, but I just
didn’t like the thickness that cloth diapers gave. I never really had a problem
with leaking from my disposable diapers, especially the Attends with the
waistband. Tory understood my concerns over cloth vs. disposables but seemed
alittle disappointed when I decided against traditional cloth diapers. It
didn’t bother me one bit that Tory wore thick cloth diapers and plastic pants
at night whereas I wore a disposable. Sometimes when Tory, Greg and Jack spent
the night out of town, Tory resorted in wearing regular disposable diapers like
me. Otherwise when all four of us spent the night at either one of our houses
Jack and Greg thought it was alittle different that Tory wore his thick cloth
diapers and plastic pants at night. I think they saw it more babyish, but no
matter how you look at it, both Tory and myself were still wearing diapers.
One afternoon I was spending some time putting
away my laundry and re-stocking my disposable diaper supply into my dresser
drawers and my closet, when I came across a pair of boxers briefs that I use to
wear prior to the accident. I never realized that they were there and they must
have been underneath one of my diapers and I didn’t even notice it. Since the
accident that left me bound in diapers, most of my regular underwear was packed
up, except some of my boxers that I had kept to wear over the disposable diaper
I now have to wear. I’ve always restocked my supply prior to using the last
one, so this is probably why I never noticed them. I picked them up and
reminisced about the days when I wore them and where I never even thought about
diapers. I hadn’t worn regular underwear in almost two years since that fateful
day with my brother. I felt the pair and then pulled my jeans off and un-taped
the disposable diaper I was wearing. It was just alittle damp, so I was going
to have to change it anyway. I cleaned myself up, like I always do to prevent
diaper rash then pulled the pair of boxer briefs up on myself. It really felt
weird, not in a bad way, but something I wasn’t use to. I pulled my jeans back
on and went back putting away my laundry. During the few minutes including
going into the kitchen to retrieve a cold drink, having these boxer briefs on,
I felt like I wasn’t wearing anything underneath my jeans. I never would have
thought that wearing diapers would have such an effect on me, but it has. I
spent another half hour or so having these boxer briefs on. I didn’t like the
feeling of having not much on for two reasons. The first was comfort, even
though the diapers I wore where a lot thicker than regular underwear, my
diapers seemed a lot more comfortable, at least to me. The second was security.
Not just giving me the security of leakage but the security of protecting my
manhood, if you get what I mean.
Speaking of the security of leaking, I was
alittle concerned that I might have an accident while having no protection on,
but my diaper was alittle damp so I figured that I could get away with spending
just a half hour or so with out the worry of wetting myself. Boy was I wrong. I
was standing in the kitchen talking to my brother and mom when I wet my pants.
My brother looked at me strange and my mother just said…”What’s just happened,
why did you just wet your pants?” The wetting wasn’t just a small spot, but a
full fledge wetting. I explained to my mom and my brother who was curious about
my pants wetting that I had found an old pair of my boxer briefs and wanted to
wear them again, just to see what they felt like. “I think you proven that you
shouldn’t be wearing regular cotton underwear anymore!” my mom told me. She was
right…I couldn’t wear regular underwear, but I was doomed in wearing diapers
for the rest of my life.
Tory and I spent the rest of our senior year of
high school wearing a disposable diaper underneath our jeans. The entire school
was aware of the knifing accident, my condition and my need to wear a diaper
because of the condition. Most classmates on the other hand didn’t have a clue
about Tory’s need for diapers. I’m not sure how he kept it a secret, sometimes
the obvious crinkling sound or even when Tory had to change in gym class. We no
longer had to take showers during our senior year, but most guys took showers
especially after strenuous exercise. I took showers and had to change into a
clean dry diaper afterwards whereas Tory must have avoided in having anyone
notice that he was diapered as well. But that was all to change, it wasn’t long
before some of the other guys discovered that Tory was wearing a diaper and
before Christmas, the entire school knew about Tory’s diapers. Unlike myself,
our classmates understood why I had to wear them, but with Tory it was a whole
different story. He was teased mercifully from the other guys, especially when
gym class came around, the guys made sure that Tory changed in front of
everyone out of his street clothes into his gym shorts, making it impossible to
hide that he had a diaper on. No one said one word about my diaper when I
changed in the locker room but with Tory…well when they saw his disposable
diaper and like mine, they were sometimes wet, the laughter was a loud roar.
Apparently they couldn’t understand why someone his age would have to wear
diapers for something that wasn’t visible or known. They just thought he was
just lazy and didn’t care to make it to the restroom. Finally one afternoon, I
just blew up. I told the rest of the guys and whoever else was within earshot
that Tory had a bladder problem that he was born with and had to wear
diapers…Neither Tory or I don’t have the luxury of having in wearing regular
underwear, but we do wear diapers, not by choice but out of necessity.
During the Christmas break, my mom had gone
online to purchase my usual diaper supply, as she did every other month. She
saw a special on a type of disposable diaper that was called Dry-Comfort. These
diapers had two tape tabs, unlike the Attends I wore that had three. One
difference between my Attends and the Dry-Comfort was the waistband. Unlike the
Attends, the Dry-Comfort didn’t have the elastic waistband, but had the
traditional flat-style waistband. She decided to buy a couple of cases for me
without having a sample pack delivered first. When the cases arrived, I put one
on and pulled my jeans on. I seemed to like the Dry-Comfort; they were quite
comfortable and had the absorbency I needed. I did notice the one thing that
was different was the noise factor. These new disposable diaper crinkled a lot
more than my Attends. Since I was on Christmas break, it really didn’t bother
me that my pants crinkled a lot more than usual, after all I was wearing a
diaper. Jack, Greg, Tory and even Ashley noticed the difference of my newfound
underwear. I was becoming self-aware of the audible crinkling sound of the
disposable diaper I wore during the daytime. At night, I continued in wearing
the Attends, because of the elastic waistband, great for lying on one’s side
without any leaks. Because my mom purchased two cases, a total of 376 diapers,
I knew that I nor my parents wouldn’t allow me just to forget these diapers and
purchase different ones. I was stuck in wearing the Dry-Comfort disposable
diapers underneath my pants during the daytime for the next four to five
months. I grew accustomed to the additional crinkling sound of my underwear.
Tory traded with me for several dozen Dry-Comfort diapers for an equal amount
of Attends diapers. He was doing this simply to help me out of an embarrassing
crinkling problem. Although I got rid of some of the Dry-Comforts, I still had
quite a bit to wear.
After the Christmas break, the attitude toward
Tory diapers quieted down and most the people at our high school now understood
that it wasn’t something Tory could help. I was glad of this development, which
made Tory quite happy. He didn’t have to worry about hiding his diapers or
sometimes from the bulk of the diaper or the crinkling sound our disposable
diapers made. Even though I made sure that my diaper didn’t make that much
noise, like I explained before, it was still there if you cared to listen.
I went to school wearing the Dry-Comfort
disposable diapers. Although my school uniforms or my pants still fit perfectly
over my disposable diapers without any additional bulk, but one trade off was
the noise. Unlike the Attends that made virtually no noise at all, which was a
definite plus in wearing diapers at my age and even though all my classmates
knows about them, it was nice not to remind everyone any time I move about. I
now have the difficult task in trying to mask the obvious crinkling noise of my
disposable diaper. No matter what I did, wearing compression shorts over them,
nothing seemed to work. I finally gave up when one of my classmates told me...
“Look, we all know that you wear diapers, so why are you so adamant about
hiding the crinkling noise that your diapers make. We heard them before, but
not as much as now, so who cares anyway…you’re wearing a diaper…crinkling kinda
goes with wearing diapers.” He was right, why was I trying so hard to make the
diapers I wore unnoticeable or un-audible. I wore diapers and that was that. I
gave up masking the noise of my disposable diaper and continued going to school
with a somewhat noisy diaper.
In Late May…Ashley, Jack, Greg, Tory and I
graduated from high school. I think that it was the first time in the history
of our high school or at least that I knew of… that two 17 year-old seniors
were graduating wearing diapers. All of us were excited that this part of our
lives was now behind us, but what lies ahead, excited, yet scared us to death.
At least with the rest of the group, they didn’t have to deal with wearing
diapers, like Tory and I had to in high school. Instead of being “High School
Days in Diapers” will no doubt become “College Days in Diapers”.
End
High School Days in
Diapers
Part 2
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