Life Summary: A teenage boy reflects on the important events in his life... meaning all the ones leading up to his diapered state today! I guess it all had to have started when I was a little kid. My parents told me I stayed in diapers for a long time. When I ask how long, they explain that in preschool and kindergarten it was okay for some kids to be diapered, but by first grade I was wearing Pull-Ups and using the potty just like anyone else. So, you can see that this was a pleasure early on in life. Time passed and I remember many times fondly looking at my younger siblings being changed or walking around in just diapers, looking at ads for Huggies and whatnot, always secretly, in fear someone might see. However, I never did anything drastic until I was thirteen. I was taking care of a soup kitchen for the church. All the people who had signed up to bring food had come and signed off. I saw that I still had about a half hour before someone came and picked up the food to take it to the homeless shelter, so I decided to wander around. This being a church area, I saw a collection bin for the old folks� home. I looked in and, right at the top was a fresh package of Attends. I knew they were diapers-how could I not, with me wishing I was in diapers again? So I decided to just take one-it wasn�t like one diaper would make the difference between someone living and dying, right? Taking my diaper to the kitchen, I sat on the floor and felt the diaper. It was so soft and smooth, and I started to get excited. So, I took off my pants and underwear and slid it under my butt. I was just starting to pull up the front when my dad burst in. He had decided to surprise me here, and surprise me he did, in many ways. For starters, he startled me in the throes of my fun, and then he surprised me again. He kneeled down and told me to lay down and finished doing the diaper up for me. He then gave me my pants and took my underwear, telling me to ask next time instead of stealing from the collection, and that he would be back later to pick me up and take me someplace �special.� Boy, was I ever surprised! He accepted me the way I was. What I didn�t know was that he talked to a child psychiatrist about my potty-training problem, and the psychiatrist said that the behavior might result in a fetish later on in life, and if it did he should accept it, since it wasn�t my fault at all. But, either way, I was in a soft diaper that fit perfectly and, big surprise, I had to go potty. What a feeling! My diaper got nice and warm, and not a single drop of wetness got on me. I didn�t have to poop, but I didn�t think I was ready to try that yet anyways. The driver for the food came and went, and soon after my dad came and picked me up. He drove me downtown to a place called Baby 4 Life. We went in and I saw so many things. There were lots of baby things in adult sizes. Cribs, sleepers, and especially baby-style diapers in all sizes. My dad went to the counter while I wandered around the store in my nice, warm diaper, wondering what he would buy. He found me and told me to come out to the car. He was carrying two jumbo-sized packages of adult Huggies that held about fifty each. He also had lotion and oil. We went home and, before changing me, he shaved my private area to prevent rashes and other gross things. He then proceeded to diaper me in a brand new diaper. It had Barney on it, and it fit perfectly. It was summer, so I didn�t have school, but my parents had work. They woke me up early to change me and then I slept for a while longer. I then got up, changed myself again (after a few clumsy tried) and went onto my favorite site, Deeker�s. There I found a file that I felt would help: The 12 Month Diaper Training Program. Everything I needed to make myself fully dependent on my diapers. I went to the store to purchase required things. When I came back, there were several packages addressed to my dad. I left them alone and made a few necessary calls to my friends (see the actual 12 Month Diaper Training Program). All were supportive and everyone was interested in giving it a try. I then made some lunch and went to a friend�s house (with the necessary effects, of course!). I got home around seven, and I ate dinner and watched TV until my dad declared bedtime. I went to my room to find a changing table and a crib, the bed gone. I went to my dresser and found all my normal clothes gone, instead replaced with onesies, footed sleepers, baby t- shirts, and, of course, diapers. I also saw something that made me a little apprehensive-pairs of mittens that locked on the wearer�s hands and prevented him from using his hands for anything but the simplest activities. I demanded to know what was going on. �We�re hiring a nanny to take care of you during the day. I also want you to wear these mittens all the time so you�re not tempted to take off the baby clothes or anything like that.� I complained until he threatened to ground me, and so I agreed. He quickly changed me into a special night diaper that came in the mail and them put a pair of the mittens on me. I couldn�t bend my fingers enough to grasp anything, which meant I would have to be fed and other things that I might figure out later on. He then proceeded to put a footed sleeper on, which had mittens as well, though not to hinder my movement. Suddenly, he wrapped a pacifier around my head with a strap so I couldn�t take it off or spit it out. �We don�t want you crying loudly tonight,� was his only explanation. He then locked me in my crib. I slept soundly until about 3 in the morning, when I realized I had to poop. I, of course, thought this a little gross and didn�t want to do it. I tried to hold it in, but The de-training even from that day was taking its toll. A goopy, baby-like poop slid out into my diaper. I began to cry, realizing that the pacifier did, after all, muffle my crying. I then got myself together, telling myself this is how it was gonna be if I wanted diapers. I then slowly fell asleep again. I woke up to the nanny, telling me it was breakfast time. She opened my crib and took me to the changing table, where she took off my sleeper and changed my very messy diaper. She then replaced it with a new, daytime diaper and put me in a onesie. She did nothing with the restraint mittens. I ate breakfast and waddled around for much of the rest of the day, waiting for my dad to get home. As soon as he did, I asked if I could have someone sleep over. He said yes, and I invited Steve over. He was the most enthusiastic, admitting he is a DL himself �birds of a feather�). He came over about 5 minutes later, and he came to my room where I was hiding. I attacked, and, since I was stronger, I put restraint mittens on him. I told him he had to wet and poop his pants immediately or he didn�t get a diaper. I knew he didn�t have a diaper on, since he always complained of not having any. He immediately released the full bladder and bowels he was saving for a diaper into his pants. I had my brother�s hold him down as I diapered him, as well as put on a footed sleeper. I let him up and he waddled around in them, deeming them the best experience ever. My dad let us take off the mittens to play video games and to eat dinner since Steve was over. The instant we were done, however, he put them back on. He soon returned with my pacifier and a fresh pacifier for Steve, telling us to get ready to be changed into night diapers. We soon were, and we were pacifiered as well. We got up and ate breakfast, and then we talked until Steve�s parents came to pick him up with a surprise: they bought a bunch of diaper stuff and were ready to diaper train him. He was ecstatic. The summer went on, and Steve and I played a lot more. We soon got many more friends into diapers and we had group diaper slumber parties. However, as school approached, a large problem was posed, which is so obvious I won�t say it. However, my dad found an awesome program, college accredited, where diapers are part of the uniform. I convinced all my friends to go, since it was a public school, and we soon went. Needless to say, school was amazing. Nobody wore underwear, just diapers. Even the teachers wore diapers. School went well, and I slowly became not only accustomed, but dependent on the diapers. My life after high school and college was a doozy. I kept only Steve as a friend, as the others went their own separate ways. We went on trips with diaper groups to interesting places. These groups have laws that say you must show your diapers somehow all the time to show that they�re a part of you and unsympathetic people can stuff it. I got a wife, though not a DL. However, she was entirely willing to change me as well as some other interesting things, like hypnotize me with tapes and taking care of me as a baby. Life was good, and very thick and soft around the diaper area at all times. I now have kids as well, and I am fully determined to make them love diapers as much as I did and still do. They will be kept in diapers for longer than usual, and they will be the next generation of DLs.