"The Diaper Genie" NOTE: This story is not intended to have any reference to the Diaper Genie products made by Mondial Industries. Part One I rolled over and hit the snooze button on my alarm clock for the third time in half an hour. Still asleep, I had to squint to make out the blurry numbers that read 8:00. One hour and forty minutes to get ready before I had to be on campus to take the final exam in my advanced tax class. I threw back my covers and rolled out of bed. "Oh man," I mumbled to myself. My sheets were all wet and so was the sleeper I was wearing. "I sure wish that for once my diaper wouldn't leak." I grabbed the sheets off the bed, took them to the laundry room and started the washer. Once that was taken care of I went back into my room to get out of my wet diaper so I could take a shower. This was now my normal morning routine since I began wetting the bed about a month ago. I am still amazed when I wake up in a wet diaper since I haven't wet the bed since I was 12. It took over a year to re-train my body so I could finally wet the bed again without waking up. Now I wet every night without fail and I sleep like a baby. Literally. I wish I had started doing this sooner because I love wearing my diapers. I have always wanted to wear them, but I was too afraid to try when I still lived with my parents because I thought they would find out. Up until now I had to settled for reading magazines at the library that had pictures of kids wearing diapers and imagined I was the one wearing them. I still like reading the magazines and I even subscribe to a few of them. Now that I have my own apartment I can have this type of material lying around and not have to worry about it. I also have the Internet now so I can find lots of pictures of people wearing diapers as well as cool stories about their diaper experiences. After finding out how many other have the same interest in diapers that I do, I decided to create my own personal web page. Now I spend most of my time siting at my computer while wearing diapers and playing on the Internet. After taking my shower and eating some fruit loops I logged on to the Internet to check my e-mail and see if anyone new had signed the guest book on my web page. To my dismay there wasn't anything new. With this done I logged off and finished getting ready. Throwing my book bag over my shoulder, I shut the front door making sure it was locked before walking to my car. As usual the traffic around campus was a major pain and it took me forever to find a parking spot. I thought I was going to be late and miss the test just because I couldn't park. My professor locks the door when the test starts and doesn't allow anyone that is late to take it. Luckily a place opened up and I was able to get there with a few minutes to spare. I took a minute to quickly scan my notes one last time before he started handing the tests out. As much as I didn't want to take the test, I knew that when it was over I was done until next fall. As expected it turned out to be a bear and it took me the full two hours to finish it. Actually I had about five minutes to go back over the work I had already done. Surprisingly almost half of the class was still working when he called for the tests to be turned. That made me feel a little better. I just hope the final doesn't drag me down so that I lose my A. I tend to worry over things like this more than I need to. As I laid my test on the table on the way out the classroom I felt a great deal of tension being lifted from my shoulders. Once I walked through the door all thoughts of school were immediately wiped out of my mind. All I could think about was getting home to change into my swimsuit so I could go to the lake with my friends. I tossed my mail down on the kitchen table as I hurried to my bedroom to get my beach stuff ready. My best friend Jeff should be calling any minute to see if I am ready. I have known Jeff since the second grade and he gets very impatient when people hold him up. I threw my towel and water shoes into a gym bag and made sure to pack my sunscreen. The last time we did this I came home looking like a lobster and I didn't want that to happen again. Just as I sat my bag by the front door so I wouldn't forget it the phone rang. "Hey Dave," Jeff almost shouted into my ear. "Are you ready yet. You're holding up the party." "Just get over here and pick me up already," I replied jokingly. "And don't forget to bring half your stuff like you usually do." "Very funny," he said as he hung up the phone. I went into the kitchen and made some sandwiches for later since we would be at the lake most of the day. I put the sandwiches and a twelve pack of Coke in my cooler and set it by my gym bag. I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and waited for Jeff to show up. His arrival was marked by a long series of annoying door chimes that didn't stop until I opened to door. "You break it you bought it," I said with some irritation. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Grab your stuff and let's go." "How did your test go?" Jeff inquired as I placed my bag and the cooler of food in the bed of his Ford truck. "That was the worst test I have ever taken," I exaggerated. "I probably did all right, but I sure don't feel that good about it." As we backed out of the driveway I put Aerosmith in the CD player and cranked the volume about two thirds of the way up. I was in the mood for some nice loud rock to help drive any remaining thoughts of school out of my mind. Occasionally we turned the volume down to talk about the new events in our lives and what we were planning on doing for the summer. I had to finally turn it off when Jeff decided to give me a full run down on his relationship with his new girlfriend. He talked about her until we drove up to the beach twenty minutes later. As we drove through the parking lot we were looking for Mike's red Jeep and our own place to park. We're supposed to be meeting two other friends that should already be here. It didn't take very long to spot them, or actually hear them, because they were both sprawled out on towels next to Mike's jeep with the Beach Boys blasting from the speaker box that was behind the rear seat. Both Mike and Tom got up rather quickly as Jeff about ran them over pulling into the spot they had been tanning in. "Nice tan you have there Mike," I snickered upon seeing the very apparent farmer tan he was sporting. He didn't think this was as funny as I did because he was trying to get a nice tan so women would notice him. He hadn't had a date in over a month and it was driving him crazy. Tom, however, also proceeded to give him a hard time about never being able to find a woman looking as bad as he did. Luckily we were all accustomed to each other's joking or Mike would have gotten pissed off. Since Mike and Tom also went to the same schools I did growing we have all known each other most of our lives. We have all been friends for so long that we are more like brothers. After laughing off our comments Mike led us down to the dock where his parents boat was stored. "Hey Mike, I sure am glad your parents trust you enough to take us out in their boat," Tom commented. "They would rather have us doing this that getting into trouble somewhere," Mike responded. "I am still glad they let us do it. My parents would never let me do anything like this." It had taken him three days of constant persuading just to convince them to let him go on this trip with us. "Okay," Mike commanded as we reached the boat, "I need someone to help me untie these ropes and then keep the boat from floating away from the dock." I placed my cooler and gym bag in one of the seats and began untying the ropes from the front of the boat. We finished getting the boat ready, pushed it away from the dock and fired up the engine. As soon as we were clear of the no wake zone Mike opened up the throttle all the way and we sped of towards the other side of the lake. It was a little choppy and I could see Jeff fighting to hold on to the railing next to me so he wouldn't get thrown around. We finally found a nice sandy beach that wasn't too crowded and decided to camp there for the day. We unloaded our stuff onto a couple of large pieces of plastic we brought with us to keep the sand from sticking to it. By the time we had all of the chairs and stuff set up it was almost one and we were all getting hungry. Tom took the liberty of lighting the portable grill he had brought and offered us all hotdogs. "I brought plenty for everyone so you had better help me eat them," He warned. "I guess I'll have a couple," I said. "We can eat the sandwiches I brought later." After filling up on hot dogs and Coke we broke out the Frisbee and tossed it around for a while. It wasn't long before we were tired of this and wanted to go water skiing. We jumped back in the boat and headed towards the middle of the lake. We all took turns skiing before breaking out the inner tube. This was the most fun because two people could do it at once. It was extremely hard to hold on though, and I was unlucky enough to wipe out hard enough once that I now had an extremely sore neck and back. When we made it back to shore we were all tired enough that we each took a lawn chair and laid down for a nice relaxing nap in the sun. It was an hour later before Tom was badgering us to go for another round of skiing. Finally, Mike conceded and was ready to take the boat out again. "I think I am going to stay behind this trip," I told them. "My back is killing me from the last time." "Okay, we'll be back in a few then," Mike said as he pushed the boat away from the beach. While they were gone I decided to take a nice relaxing stroll along the beach. It is always very calming to be barefoot in the sand and have it squish through my toes as I walk. I had only gone about a quarter of a mile before I really had to take a leak. I walked over to a couple of oversized bushes that I felt would conceal me and relieved myself. As I was standing there I noticed something was tucked down in the branches of one of the bushes. I snaked my hand into the bush until I could finally grasp the object and retrieve it. It was some kind of metal teapot or something. I noticed some strange markings on the side of it and thought it was some kind of collector piece. I tried to wipe away some of the sand so I could read it better. After about five seconds of rubbing on it the object it seemed to come to life. It started shaking until I couldn't hold it any longer and I dropped it. It fell to the ground with a thud. I figured I had broken it when smoke started coming out of it. As I started at it in bewilderment, the smoke started to form into a shape. As the smoke died down the object that was forming became clearer. "What the hell," I said to myself as I stared in utter amazement at what I was seeing. Standing, or rather floating in mid air before me was what appeared to be an ancient magician. He was huge. I figure he had to be at least seven feet tall and he looked like a sumo wrestler. I just stared at him in awe for a few more minutes, not saying anything. He didn't say anything either. Finally he broke the silence with a voice that was much more normal than I would have expected from someone so large. "How may I serve you master?" was his first question. "What do you mean how may you serve me?" "I mean just that. You tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it." "What, are you some sort of genie or something?" "Yes, that is exactly what I am. You found me, so now you are my master. I will grant you three wishes for whatever you want." "Anything?" "Yes, anything. All you have to do is ask." "This is unbelievable." Just as I was getting extremely excited at the prospect of having my own genie I heard the rumble of a boat engine announcing that everyone was done skiing. The genie, also hearing it, immediately retreated back into the container it came from. Not wanting any of my friends to know what I found I quickly picked up the container and ran back to our campsite. I wrapped the genie in a spare towel I had and hid it in my gym bag. I zipped up the bag just as the boat pulled up into the sand and every one climbed over the railing. "How was the skiing?" I inquired trying to pretend like nothing had happened. I was so nervous that my voice cracked a bit. Fortunately everyone was so worn out that they didn't notice how edgy I was. "It is getting way too choppy," Tom offered. "I don't know if I have any teeth left." "Yeah, and we spent most of the time circling around to pick you up after you did a face plant in the water," Jeff teased. We all laughed at this as we prepared the rest of the food we had with us for a late lunch. Playing hard all day made everyone hungry. When we finished eating we sat around in the lawn chairs for a little while longer telling customer horror stories from work. We were all delivering pizzas while we were going to school so we often exchanged our experiences that were very entertaining. I was relieved when everyone was finally ready to pack up and call it a day. I really wanted to get home so I could talk to my genie again. We got everything back in the boat and drove back to the main dock. We secured his boat, made sure we had all of our stuff and walked to the parking lot. Of course everyone had to chat for another five minutes while standing around the cars which was driving me crazy. I really wanted to get going, but I tried to conceal my urgency. Finally, we all said goodbye and headed for home. Part Two The phone was ringing when I opened the door to my apartment. I ran over and picked it up before my answering machine could. "Hello," I said in a voice that gave away the excitement I was feeling. "How are you doing, son?" I heard my father ask. "Couldn't be better. Classes are over and I had a great day at the beach with all of my friends. What more can a guy ask for?" "Good. How do your grades look? You aren't going to get any B's, are you?" "Yeah. I always do. I hope I only get one though," I replied with an edge of irritation. He always asked me this same question. He seems to think that I should get nothing but A's all the time, even though I am working full time. I don't want to even imagine his response if I ever got a C. "Keep up the good work. You only have one more year to go." "Trust me, I know. I am going to be the happiest man alive when this is all over." "So, are you going to come over for dinner tomorrow night?" he invited. "Your mom is going to make lasagna." "Will do. It sure beats the peanut butter and jelly I was going to have," I laughed. I take advantage of every opportunity I have to eat real food. Sandwiches, cereal and pizza get kind of old after a while. Besides, I love lasagna. "Okay then. I will see you tomorrow night around six." "I will try and be early. Love ya." "I love you too," he said as he hung up the phone. I was relieved that he didn't want me to come over tonight. I wouldn't have been able to enjoy myself because all I can think about is the genie I have hidden in my gym bag. I could feel my pulse rising in anticipation as I retrieved the genie from the towel I had wrapped it in. I slowly started polishing on the container as I had earlier that day waiting for the genie to reappear. Thirty seconds later the lamp began shaking just like it had at the beach. Soon, the smoke cleared and I was able to see my genie hovering above my couch. "Have you decided on your wishes, master?" the genie asked calmly. "That is all I have been thinking about since we first met," I replied with a sigh. "I think I know what I want my first wish to be. This is going to seem a bit odd, but I wish that I was smaller and looked younger so I can feel more like a real toddler when I am wearing diapers." The genie got a funny smirk on his face and I was unsure of the meaning behind it. "This is what you wish for then?" "Yes, yes it is," I stated with gaining confidence about my decision. "It will be so," he informed me and then added, "Do you want to make your second wish at this time?" "No, I haven't thought of another wish yet." "Very well. Just summon me when you are ready to make another wish." "Wait," I almost shouted, "How long before my first wish is granted?" "You will know when it happens," he replied as he seemed to be sucked back into the container. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I grumbled to myself. Somewhat disappointed that I didn't get an instantaneous response to my wish, I decided I was tired from playing all day and proceeded to get ready for bed. I checked my e-mail one last time and again I had no new messages. This furthered my disappointment because I really enjoy getting mail. Oh well, there is always tomorrow, I sighed. I walked over to the cupboard next to my closet and grabbed three cloth diapers and laid them on the Winnie the Pooh blanket I had spread out in the middle of the floor. I also retrieved a pair of plastic pants, baby lotion, wipes and the baby powder. Placing the supplies next to the stack of diapers, I was beginning to feel aroused by the thought of putting my diaper on. I took the tee shirt and swimsuit I was wearing off and tossed them in the hamper that was in the corner of the room. I laid down on the blanket and began cleaning myself with the wipes. Then I poured a generous amount of lotion into my hands and began messaging my genitals. My erection was becoming more pronounced with the extra care I was taking to apply the lotion. I finished preparing myself by adding a dusting of baby powder. The combination of the smell of powder and lotion just added to the pleasure I was already feeling. I then lifted up my rear so I could slide the diapers under me. Taking care to make sure they are tight, I pulled the thick cloth material up between my legs and over my erection. With all three layers snugly fastened I stood up taking note of how good the thick diapers felt between my legs. I pulled on the plastic pants making sure the entire diaper was completely covered and then crawled into bed and curled up with my teddy bear. After getting comfortable, I placed one hand under the sheets and began rubbing the front of my diaper until I felt the spasmodic release of pleasure I had been working up to. As my body relaxed I rolled over on my side hugging my teddy bear once again and dosed off into a restful sleep. Part Three I woke up the next morning without hearing the familiar sound of my alarm clock blaring. I felt extremely well rested and looked forward to relaxing in the sun again. I pulled my covers back and went to roll out of bed. As I pulled my legs around I hit my kneecap on something extremely hard sending a sharp pain through my entire leg. Groaning in pain I opened my eyes to see what I had hit. I was more than shocked at what I saw. There was a series of wooden spindles surrounding my bed. Upon further inspection, it appears that I am sleeping in a crib. "I must be dreaming," I said to myself. "Is this some kind of joke?" I was momentarily distracted from my strange surroundings by the pain in my leg. I turned my attention to gently rubbing the sore spot where I had hit the side of the crib. As I studied my leg I realized something else was not right. My legs are much smaller than I remember them being, and I mean much smaller. My hands also appeared abnormally small. "What in the world is going on here?" I wondered. "I must be losing my mind." Caught up in disbelief, I didn't hear anyone approaching the door to my room until the door swung open. I was so startled that I felt a warm trickle of pee flowing into the front of my diaper. I don't know how they got into my apartment, but I was more concerned with how to explain my current predicament. I looked up at the figure standing in the doorway and recognized that it was my mom, only she looked eighteen years younger. "I see my little boy is already awake," she said in a motherly voice as she entered the room. "I bet you are in serious need of a diaper change, aren't you?" I just sat there, unable to speak. She lowered the side on the crib and reached in to pick me up. Holding me in her arms she ran her hand around the leg of my diaper. "You are soaking wet. Let's get you into a nice dry diaper. We don't want you to get a rash on your birthday, now do we?" As she changed my wet diaper I tried to think about what was going on, but my mind was too fuzzy and I couldn't remember much of anything. I gazed around the room and realized this wasn't my bedroom in my apartment. I was becoming more confused by my present situation by the minute. The only thing I could seem to remember was the wish I had made before I went to sleep last night. That doesn't make any sense, I thought. This isn't what I wished for. I didn't have any other recollection of events prior to waking up in my crib and the few things I did remember seemed to slip further away the more I focused on them. By the time mom was done putting me in a crisp, clean diaper all memories of my prior past were lost to me forever. All that remained was the reality that I was now a seven-year-old boy who had never been potty trained and still had to wear diapers all of the time. On top of that, since I still wear diapers, my parents still treat me like a little toddler. I was lifted down from the changing table and I waited while mom went over to the closet and selected a white shirt with colorful trains printed all over it and a pair of OshKosh shortalls for me to wear for the day. She helped me get dressed and led me out to the kitchen for some breakfast. "Hey, how is my seven-year-old boy?" my dad exclaimed as we entered the kitchen. "I made your favorite breakfast for your birthday, waffles with strawberry syrup." Before I could think, I ran over to him and hugged him, "Oh, thank you daddy. I love you." I then gave him a big kiss and hugged him some more. "Anything for my little guy. And I have another surprise for you when we finish breakfast." I don't know what is going on, but I loved the attention my parents are giving me, even if they are treating me like a two-year-old. I still don't understand why I am seven or why they look so young. The only thing that comes to mind is my wish. I wanted to be little and look young so I could feel like a toddler again, but this is a little extreme. The funny thing is that all of this feels natural, like I have been living like this my whole life. I have no memory of anything except being babied by my parents. After putting me in my highchair my mom fed me my special birthday breakfast. Since it was Saturday I was able to take my time and enjoy my favorite meal. When I was done eating she slid the tray out of its track and let me down so I could play for a bit while they finished eating. I immediately ran into my room and headed for my pile of toys in the corner. I rummaged through everything looking for something that I wanted to play with. While I was digging around I found what looked like a brass lamp or something. It looked interesting, but I put it aside to play with later as the container of Legos looked more appealing. I dumped the pieces in the middle of the floor and started building a space ship. I didn't get very far before daddy came in to take me and show me the big surprise he had told me about. He reached over and picked me up and lifted me over his shoulders to give me a piggyback ride. He had to duck so I wouldn't hit my head on the door frame when he walked through the door. As he stepped through the door into the garage, I let out a high pitched scream of delight. Sitting in the middle of the floor was a mini-scale Mustang convertible pedal car. I always wanted one of these. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," I said as I hugged them both. I started jumping up and down, "can I drive it now, can I, can I, can I?" "You bet. Here, I'll help you out," and he picked me up tossing me into the air before catching me and setting me in the seat of my new car. I was so happy to finally have my pedal car. I placed my feet on the pedals and started driving around the garage making car noises as I went. My parents let me play for a little while longer before taking me back into the house to get ready for my birthday party. I whined a little about wanting to play some more, but they quickly put the brakes on that. I reluctantly went inside to pick up my room so it wouldn't be too big of a mess when everyone showed up. It was three o'clock when the doorbell rang as the first of my family showed up. My grandpa reached down and gave me a big hug and a pat on the rear asking, "How is my favorite grandson?" I just turned my head away sheepishly as he proceeded to ruffle my hair. I really enjoyed it when he did this, but it made it more fun if I resisted a little. This just antagonized him and I found myself on my back laughing uncontrollably as he tickled my exposed belly. He finally let me up when my aunt, uncle and their twin nine- year-old daughters showed up. My cousins Samantha and Lisa and I ran back to my room to begin playing while the adults talked about what they were up to lately. We had only been playing for thirty minutes when I felt my stomach growl and felt a large squishy mess oozing into the back of my diaper. I continued playing as though nothing was wrong, but my cousins were quick to point out that I stunk. Lisa sprang to her feet and ran out to the living room to tell my parents I was messy and needed to be changed. She then inquired if her and Samantha could take care of it. "Sure, I don't know why not," my mom told her. "You are old enough to be babysitting, so you should be able to handle David." Lisa returned to the bedroom with a big smile on her face. She went to the cabinet where my mom kept all the changing supplies and took out everything she needed to do the job. "What are you doing?" Samantha asked her. "They said we can handle David's diaper changes," she beamed. "I don't know if I want to change his smelly diaper." "Oh, come on," Lisa persuaded, "It will be fun. Besides we can add a few extra layers and make him look really adorable." "I don't want to look adorable," I piped in. I started to say something else and Lisa cut me off, "you don't have much of a choice because your mom said I could take care of you. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, the choice is yours." I quickly gave in as I knew whining about it wouldn't do any good. They quickly laid me down and removed the old diaper that was heavy with poop and half the day's worth of pee. After they cleaned me up with some of the wipes, they applied some lotion and powder, which I was enjoying very much. After placing several clean diapers on me they put my pants back on and told me I was good as new. I started to walk back over to the toys I was playing with and fell on my face. The diapers were so thick that I couldn't move my legs. My cousins started laughing because they thought it was cute. I finally just crawled over to where I wanted to be which brought even more laughter. It didn't take long for my mom to come in to check on what all the laughing was about. "We put such a thick diaper on David that he has to crawl around because he can't walk," Samantha explained between chuckles. "He looks so cute that we couldn't help but laugh." "I do have to admit you did quite the job on him," my mom complimented as she joined in the humor. "Can you two help him into the living room? We are getting ready to open the presents and have some dinner." "Sure," they both replied in unison as they stood up to help me navigate the trip. I was slightly embarrassed to be helped into the living room and set on the floor in front of everyone to watch. Any insecurity was washed away as my family began singing happy birthday to me. I loved the attention and was anxious to open all of the presents everyone had brought for me. Once I had opened all of the gifts I thanked everyone for the presents. I made special note to grammy and grampa for the Winnie the Pooh sleeper they gave me. They know how much I like Pooh and that I also like to sleep in footed pajamas. Once all the presents were opened everyone moved to the kitchen table for dinner. I was placed in my highchair as usual while everyone else sat at the table. To my delight my parents had made my favorite dinner as well, lasagna. Everyone could tell how happy I was by the wide grin that spread across my face. "I knew you would like to have this for birthday dinner," mom said smiling back at me. I loved my parents. They always knew what to do to make me feel good. I savored every bite of the lasagna as my mom fed it to me. Once we were done my parents worked to clean up off the table while my aunt and uncle prepared the cake and ice cream for desert. They brought me a big slice of double layer chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and a scoop of vanilla piled next to it. My face lit up as this was my favorite desert. I managed to get quite a bit of it on my face and hands because I am a sloppy eater. My mom cleaned my face off with a baby wipe and took my plate into the kitchen along with everyone else's. I continued to sit contentedly where I was playing with my new toys knowing that even though I was wet, I didn't need to be changed because I had on such an overdone diaper. After chatting a while longer everyone got up to go home. My cousins thanked my mom for letting them change me and she told them that they could anytime they visited. Everyone said happy birthday to me one last time and I thanked them again. Soon everyone was gone and it was time for bed. Mom changed me into a new stack of diapers, though they weren't as thick as the ones I had on earlier. I kind of missed the overstuffed feeling between my legs. She pulled on my plastic pants and helped me into the new Pooh sleeper I had gotten from grammy. Then she tucked me in, gave me a goodnight kiss on the forehead and lifted the side of the crib into place. I fell asleep immediately and slept well through the night. Sunday morning was similar to Saturday, except for the party and all of the people. I had to do some little chores around the house, but other than that I was free to play with my new toys. The day was over before I knew it and it was time to get ready for bed again. I wasn't looking forward to going to bed like I had the night before because I had to go to school tomorrow. I didn't want to deal with the harassment I knew I would face from all of the other second graders. Despite my reluctance to fall asleep I was hugging my teddy bear tightly enjoying peaceful dreams within a few minutes of the lights being turned out. Part 4 The next morning I woke up in a very wet diaper that had leaked all over my sheets and my new sleeper. My mom came in a few minutes later to get me up and changed for school. As was customary I was changed into a disposable diaper to wear to school instead of the thick cloth diapers I wore around the house as it would be very difficult to deal with cloth diapers in a school environment. I was thankful that the clothes mom picked out for today were far less infantile than what I had been wearing all weekend. I had enough trouble at school without having to deal with being teased over my clothes. After being fed breakfast I was given my backpack which contained my weekly stock of changing supplies for school and then my dad drove me to school. I am thankful that my parents drive me to school everyday instead of making me take the bus. At least I have a few less minutes of the day to be picked on. When we pulled up in front of the building I reached over and gave my dad a kiss. "Have a good day at school," he almost shouted so I could hear him as I was already out of the car. "I will see you tonight." "I will and I love you," I hollered as I slammed the door and ran up the steps into the school building. I walked strait to the nurse's office so I could give her the supplies my mom had packed for me. She was busy checking some scrapes on another boy that had fallen on the steps outside. When she had his abrasions bandaged she called me in her office. I gave her my pack and she put it in a cubbyhole on the far wall that had a strip of tape identifying it as mine. I thanked her as I left and walked to my classroom. Everyone ignored me when I entered the room and walked to the back where my desk was located. I took my seat and fiddled with some of the supplies in my desk so I wouldn't have to make eye contact with any of the other kids. Once the teacher settled everyone down she started the morning lesson. The morning seemed to last forever as I dreaded having to go outside on recess. When the bell rang I sat in my chair until everyone else had left. I got up and walked outside and sat by a brick wall all by myself. I enjoyed only a few minutes of privacy before several of the other kids came over and started picking on me. "Hey look at the little baby sitting all by himself," several kids sneered at me. "Go away and leave me alone," I pleaded. "Awe, did we hurt the little boys feewings?" they mocked. "We're sorry." "Maybe you ought to run along and get your diaper changed," joked another student, everyone else joining in his laughter. I thought this was just another rude comment until I looked down and saw the wet spot on my jeans. "Oh no, not again," I whined as tears started running down my face. I got up and ran to the nurse's office. By the time I got there I was crying uncontrollably. "What is wrong?" the nurse asked in a gentle, comforting tone. "Ah, I see," she added upon seeing the wet spot in my pants. "Come on in and I'll get you changed. I don't have any other pants for you though, so you'll have to wear the ones you have on." Once I had my pants back on I walked back to class because the bell had already rang ending recess. Everyone snickered as I walked through the door as they could see I was still wearing the pants with the dark blue spot on the front of them. I tried to ignore their stares as I walked back to my chair. "This is one of the worst days I have ever had," I thought to myself. Little did I know that it would get worse. The rest of the morning went as slow as the first half had and it seemed like lunch would never get here. I tried to concentrate on the math problems the teacher had written on the board, but I was too upset to do them. I just sat there watching the clock count down the minutes until my next run-in with the school bullies. Finally the lunch bell rang and we were walked down to the cafeteria in a single file line. The kid behind me kept accidentally tripping and shoving me forward as he tried to catch himself. I was getting angry but there was nothing I could do about it. Once my tray was filled with the school lunch menu I walked over to a table where no one else was sitting so that I could eat in peace. Once I finished eating I walked outside, trying to avoid everyone, even if I had to go out of my way to go around them. My time to myself was cut short as I saw three of the same boys approaching me that had picked on me earlier. "Hey, if it isn't the little baby," one of them said. "Yeah, I wonder if he has messed in his pants yet," added another one. "Maybe we should find out." I knew I hadn't pooped yet today, but they were determined to find out for themselves. I turned around and tried to run away, but they caught up to me and forced me to the ground before I went ten feet. I started squirming as much as I could to get away, but I was no match for the stronger boys that were holding me down. While two of them continued to keep me pinned down, the third one unbuttoned my pants and pulled the off. With a sound of disappointment he reported to the others, "Nope, he has just wet in them." Feeling let down, they felt it would be fun to humiliate me by taking my pants instead. They took off running holding my pants high over their heads, leaving me standing in the middle of the field in just my tee shirt and diaper. Feeling the ultimate in humiliation, I ran crying back into the school building. I was halfway down the hall when a teacher stopped me and asked what was going on. I tried to answer in between heavy sobs. "Some of the other kids held me down and stole my pants and they won't give them back. And, and, and now everyone saw me standing in just my diaper." I broke down crying again. "Go on down to the nurses office," she instructed. "I'm sure they can find something for you to wear. I am going to go outside and find out what is going on." I went to the office as I was told and had to go back over the whole story again. The nurse tried to calm me down as she could see how upset I was. While I was there she changed me into another fresh diaper and then found a pair of pants for me to wear even though they were several sizes too big. I thanked her for helping me before returning to class. As I was walking down the hall I saw the teacher that had stopped me earlier escorting the three boys that had taken my pants to the principal's office. They just glared at me as they walked by and I was happy to see that they were being punished for what they did to me. Thankfully I made it through the rest of the day without any major problems. When school let out I walked out front and got in my dad's car that was parked in the same spot every day. I shut the door, put on my seat belt and didn't say anything. "How was your day, sport?" he asked. I started to answer, but when I tried to explain I just started crying again. "That's okay," he comforted. "We can talk about it later if it is that upsetting." We drove away from the school and headed for home. As we put more distance between the school and us I began to feel better. I still didn't feel like talking so I just stared out the window at the scenery as it flew by in a blur. Once we were home I went to my room and lay down on the floor and curled up with my teddy bear. After about an hour my mom came in to check and see how I was feeling. I was sleeping and she gently nudged me to wake me up. I rolled onto my back and looked up into her loving face. "Do you want to talk about it, sweetie?" she asked in a soft voice. "The kids were picking on me all day again," I explained. "I know they are mean to you," she began, "I just wish I could do something to help you." "Today some of the kids stole my pants and wouldn't give them back. It was awful. Everyone saw me in just my diaper." Tears started to well up in my eyes as I recounted the experience. "Oh, poor baby," she said, wrapping her arms around me in a big bear hug. "I am so sorry that this happened." "I just wish they would leave me alone." "I know you do, dear. I know you do. I am going to call the school tomorrow and talk to them about this. There is no reason those kids should be able to get away with treating you this way." She continued to run her hands gently through my hair, trying to make me feel better. It seemed to be working as I was starting to relax in her arms. Once I had brightened up we walked out into the living room where my dad was watching television. I walked over to the couch and crawled into his lap to watch the news with him while mom went into the kitchen to finish making the enchiladas she had started earlier. After dinner was over I was allowed to go to my room to play for a while before bedtime. I walked over to my toy pile and began searching for something that interested me. As I went through all of my stuff my attention was drawn to the brass lamp that I had found a few days ago. I hadn't seen it before the other day and my curiosity led me to explore the foreign object. As I played with it, shaking it and pulling on various parts to see if they came off, the lamp began to vibrate. It began shaking uncontrollably as smoke started to rise into the room. I was so scared that I dropped the lamp on the floor and backed up against the wall behind me. I watched in total amazement as the smoke began to take the form of a genie. It was just like one of my books. All I could say was "wow, this is neat." "What can I do for you master?" was the response from the genie. "Are you for real?" I asked him. "Yes, I am real," he answered with patience because he knew that I would not remember my first wish nor any other part of my previous life. "So, do I get to make a wish and have it come true like in the fairy tales?" I prodded excitedly. "Yes, anything you want." "This is the coolest thing that has ever happened to me," I explained. "Give me a minute to think of something." It didn't take me long to make up my mind about what I wanted as all I had to do was remember back to earlier that day and the cruel pranks that had been played on me. "I wish that I had friends and that people didn't pick on me all the time," I stated with conviction. "Your command has been answered," the genie informed me as he slipped back into the lamp for another rest. I was anxious to find out how my wish would turn out and couldn't wait to wake up tomorrow. I put the lamp back in the corner and covered it with other toys so my parents wouldn't find it. I then selected some new toys to play with, but I just sat in the middle of the floor daydreaming about the genie I had found. I was happy when mom finally came in to change my diaper and get me ready for bed. She commented on the fact that I looked much better than I had earlier. I agreed that I did and she gave me another big hug as she laid me down on the changing table and removed my shortalls, tossing them into the hamper. Then she unfastened the wet diaper that had also become soiled while I was playing after dinner. She gently cleaned me up and applied a fresh coat of oil and powder to my diaper area. As always, I took pleasure in this part of being changed. Once I had a nice thick mountain of cloth pinned between my legs I was helped down from the table so I could put on my pajamas. She tucked me in, gave me my goodnight kiss and turned out the light as she left the room. A few moments later the light turned back on as my dad came in to tell me goodnight as well. "I love you, son," he said smiling down at me. "If there is ever anything bothering you I want you to promise that you will let me know, okay? I don't want to see you hurting like this anymore." "I promise," I smiled back at him. He reached down and ruffled my hair. "Goodnight, kiddo." "Night, dad." As soon as the light went out again I was already drifting into a heavy slumber to be filled with the best dreams a kid could have. Part 5 The next morning I woke up feeling very happy after having such great dreams. In my dream everyone at school wore diapers, so it wasn't such a big deal that I have to wear them. I also had lots of friends and we played together all the time. If only my life could be like my dream. Even with the realization that my utopia wasn't real I was still took comfort in those thoughts. The next thing I knew my mom was lifting me out of my crib and putting me in a dry diaper. She then got me dressed in a pair of jeans and my favorite Winnie the Pooh shirt. After eating my breakfast consisting of a bowl of Fruit Loops, I had a few minutes left to play with my Legos before it was time to go to school. I barely started working on my space ship when dad came in to tell me it was time to go. After kissing my mom goodbye I followed my dad out to the car. As we were driving, I started getting tense as we got closer to school. Dad sensed my uneasiness and reached over and patted me on the head, "it will be all right kiddo." "I just don't want everyone to be mean to me," I said softly as I looked up into his caring eyes. "I know how you feel. I went through the same thing when I was in school. It will get better, I promise." I took comfort in his reassuring words and felt my muscles begin to relax. As my muscles loosened up I felt the warmth of my bladder emptying into my diaper. Now I would have to get changed before going to class. I looked at diaper changes in the nurse's office as a chance to get away from the humiliation of being in the classroom. I began feeling uneasy again as my mind began playing over the possible scenarios of how I would be tortured today. Thankfully, my thoughts were interrupted my by dad shaking me to let me know we were there. "Relax buddy, it will be okay. I promise," he assured me again. "Mommy talked to the principal and got everything straightened out." I feigned a smile and thanked him for trying to make me feel better. As I walked up the steps to the entrance, something inside me told me that maybe dad was right and things would be better. I began to feel as though everything really would be better. I walked straight to the nurses office to get my soggy diaper changed before class so that I wouldn't have to worry about it leaking on me like it did yesterday. "Well aren't we looking a little better today," the nurse pointed out as I walked into the office. "I am glad to see that you are taking this so well. I expected you to never come back to school again," she added with a slight smile. "I am just hoping that maybe everyone will leave me alone. I never did anything to them, so I don't see why they have to treat me so bad," I told her while trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in my eyes again. Just thinking about those other kids made me feel awful again. She helped me up onto the changing table and took my shorts off. "I think you will find that we are doing everything we can to help you out," she continued as she untaped my diaper. "We don't like to see nice boys like you being picked on for no reason." I felt my confidence being restored as she talked to me. The pleasure of having my diaper changed also helped me to feel better about myself. I just laid back and enjoyed the sensation of the lotion and powder being applied by the nurses gently hands. Once I had my new diaper on I was given my pants and sent on my way. Just as I walked out in the hall to go to class the school secretary came running out of the office after me. "David, the principal would like to see you for a moment if you don't mind." I was a little nervous about having to go into Mr. Brandt's office. "Am I in trouble?" I asked her with a touch of apprehension. "I am only late for class because I had to see the nurse," I quickly added an explanation of my tardiness. "Oh heavens no," she chuckled with a warm smile on her face. "It is nothing like that at all. He just wants to talk to you about what happened yesterday, that's all." I was still nervous and I could feel the sweat forming in the palms of my hands. I tried to keep my composure as she led me into his office and directed me to one of four nicely padded chairs that faced Mr. Brandt from the opposite side of his desk. I wiped my hands on my pants to dry them as I sat down and tried to make myself comfortable. "Mr. Brandt will be just a moment," she informed me as she shut the door on her way out. While I was waiting I looked at all the diplomas and certificates that decorated the walls. What really got my attention was the big wooden paddle that hung from a string on the back of the office door. I could only imagine how bad it would hurt to be spanked with it as I had only heard stories about it from other kids that had gotten in trouble A few moments later Mr. Brandt entered the room and said hello as he sat down in his chair. He could tell by the look on my face that I was distressed, so he tried his best to make me feel at ease. "How are you this morning David?" he asked in a gentle voice that showed years of dealing with distraught children. "I just want to assure you that you aren't in any trouble. We just need to talk about what happened to you yesterday so we can try to make things better." I simply nodded, as I was still too afraid to talk. I was very glad to know that they were actually trying to take care of this situation instead of just blowing it off. Knowing this made me a little more comfortable with being in the principal's office. "Do you want to tell me your side of what happened yesterday?" He inquired. "I just want to know the whole story before I make my final decision on how to handle this situation." I proceeded to explain how I had been laughed at because my diaper had leaked earlier in the day. Then I explained the entire lunch episode where I had my pants taken from me and left stranded in the middle of the schoolyard with my diaper exposed for everyone to see. I was in tears again by the time I finished telling him the story and he gave me a few minutes to regain my composure. "I want to apologize for what happened to you," he said in a melancholy tone. "I feel terrible that something like this happened when there is no need for it. I also know that our teachers need to be more alert to what is going on in the schoolyard. I want you to know that I will do everything I can to make sure this doesn't happen again." "Thank you," I mumbled. "I just want to be the other kids to leave me alone, that's all." "I think that won't be a problem from now on. Wait here just another moment," he added as he retreated from the office. A few minutes later the door opened and the principal returned again, this time with six people following him. Three of them I knew because they were the three boys that had taken my pants the day before. I assumed that the other three were their fathers. This was confirmed when Mr. Brandt introduced me to them. He then proceeded to explain in detail how the school would handle any further incidents like this. One of the obvious punishments would be a suspension from school followed by two weeks of after school detention. This was in addition to the regular spanking that would be issued using the wooden paddle that hung on the door. Once the guidelines were clear to everyone, the three boys' parents apologized to me for their son's behavior. The boys were then told to apologize to me and were advised of the additional "at home" punishment that they would receive if this happened again. I was relieved that I might finally be free from the day-to-day harassment that I had lived with for so long. With that resolved, we were all sent back to class. When we entered the classroom, everyone was playing an educational game to pass the time until we returned. She felt it was best to postpone the lesson since there were four of us missing. As I walked back to my seat I noticed that there were a few new people in our class. It wasn't often that we got new students, so it was unusual that we had two new ones at the same time. Mrs. Jefferson quickly introduced the new students as Jeff and Mike. She then had us all go around the room and tell something about ourselves. I could tell that both Jeff and Mike were very shy by the way they kept their heads down when they gave their personal information. I hoped that maybe I would get to know them and we could be friends. The rest of the morning went by at a snail's pace because I kept thinking about meeting the new students. I kept glancing at them during the lesson anticipating a new friendship. This was very easy because I sat in the back row and could see everyone. I was fortunate enough to be looking right at Jeff as he became restless and reached both his arms over his head to stretch. This caused his shirt to pull up which exposed a tiny bit of a disposable diaper, which was peeking above the waist of his pants. I could hardly contain my excitement at the prospects of making friends with another kid who wore diapers. In fact, I was so excited that I peed my diaper once again. I was more anxious than normal for lunch to get here now as I plotted a way to meet my new friend. As I thought about how lucky this day was turning out, I remembered the wish I had given the genie last night just before I went to bed. The situation with other kids picking on me had been resolved and now I had a chance to make a new friend. My wish had really come true. Part 6 Lunch had finally arrived and I was getting apprehensive about actually meeting the new boy I had resolved to become friends with. As I walked across the lunchroom and approached the back table where he was sitting, I could feel my hands getting sweaty as my heart began racing a hundred miles an hour. I decided not to ask permission to sit with him and simply took the space directly across from him. As I was sitting down he looked up at me with a puzzled look on his face, "what are you doing sitting next to me?" "You look like a nice guy, and I know you are new, so I figured I would keep you company," I explained to him hoping that he wouldn't ask me to leave. "Can I stay?" He simply shrugged his shoulder and said, "Sure, you can sit here if you want, but I doubt it would be good for you to be seen hanging around with me." "Why is that," I asked him as I began taking a bite of my burrito. "No one likes me and they will probably not like you either if you hang around with me, " he stated with a glum look on his face. Obviously, the word hadn't gotten around to him that I am a diaper boy yet. "Well then, we should get along great, that is my role at this school. Would you like to be my friend?" "Uh, sure. I guess we can be friends," he responded with a still noticeable edge to his voice. "Don't worry, I am not trying to trick you or anything. I don't have that many friends myself and was hoping since you were new that you might be willing to give me a chance." I just sat there and waited for him to respond to my request. He must have sensed my sincerity because his faced relaxed a bit as he said, "I'm Jeff, what's your name?" "I'm David," I responded as I reached out to shake on our newly formed friendship. Just then I heard a thud as a full carton of milk landed on the table and splashed all over my tray of food and the front of my shirt. As I looked over at the table across the aisle from us an older boy who appeared to be in the third grade was pointing and making rude comments. "Hey look, diaper boy found himself a little play mate," he teased while throwing the remaining piece of his hot dog at me. Before he could get another degrading comment out of his mouth the janitor grabbed him by one arm and the back of the neck and lifted him from his seat. "So you like to throw your food in my cafeteria, huh? We'll see how much fun you are having after you see the principle for a nice whoopin." Cries could be heard all the way down the hall as he was being dragged forcibly to the office. I was still sitting there with a blank look on my face and milk dripping from shirt when Jeff grabbed my arm and shook it. "Are you okay?" "Huh? I mean uh, yeah I'm fine," I said still slightly shaken by the incident. At least I knew that the school wasn't going to put up with people picking on me anymore which gave me some comfort. Jeff was still looking at me as I tried to wipe up the spilled milk with a stack of napkins. I could feel his constant stare, and I knew what he was going to ask before he even asked it. "You wear diapers?" was the inevitable question. I put the soaked napkins on my tray as I thought about how to respond to this question. Finally I just figured it is out in the open anyway and said, "yeah, I still wear diapers." I was kind of relieved because now I didn't have to worry about how to bring up the issue of diapers. "Do you still want to be my friend? I won't blame you if you don't." He just looked at me as if to determine if I was worthy of his friendship. Then he leaned over the table a little bit so he could whisper without anyone else hearing him. "Actually, I still wear diapers, too," he admitted. "I didn't know there would be others here that were also diaper wearers." "Really, that is so cool." I just pretended that this was the first I knew about him wearing diapers. "So we will sort of be like diaper buddies," I joked. We both picked our trays up off the table and headed for the side door that led outside. Normally I would have gone over to the swings, but I really wanted to be able to talk to my new friend and not have to worry about others listening to our conversation. As we walked towards the fence than ran along the back of the school property, Jeff and I exchanged stories about our past. It turns out that Jeff used to live in Seattle with his parents until they got divorced. When his mom moved to Boise to get a fresh start, Jeff had to start anew as well. For the most part, we were very much alike. We have both been picked on most of our lives by kids at school and have had difficulty making any friends. However, we have both have loving parents who are gentle and make it fun to wear diapers at home. Jeff's parents don't really baby him like mine, but they are still very supportive of his needs. He was very intrigued by my stories describing the way my parents treat me like I am still three years old. As we continued to walk around the perimeter of the playground, I noticed the other new boy sitting all by himself in the far corner of the yard. "Hey Jeff, do you know that other new guy that is sitting over there?" I had to point him out because Jeff didn't know who I was talking about. "I only know that his name is Mike and he is from Texas," Jeff explained. "Why, do you know him?" "No, I just noticed he was sitting all alone and I thought about going over and talking to him." "I guess we could," he agreed. "It looks like he must be a loner like us and could probably use a friend." We continued talking about our pasts as we walked over to meet Mike. When we finally got to where he was sitting, he didn't even notice we were standing there. "Hello," I said in a slightly raised voice that got his attention very quickly. "Go away and leave me alone," was the muffled reply. He didn't even raise his head from where it rested in his folded arms, which were propped up against his knees. "We were just trying to see why you were all alone over here. We figured you needed some company," I tried to explain. He finally looked up with a touch of agitation in his eyes. "Why, so you can pick on me and make fun of me?" He continued to look at us as if we were an enemy or something. "I don't know why you would want to be around me, no one likes me," he continued. "We don't even know you yet," I answered. "How would we know if we like you or not?" "I just know." With that he let his head drop back onto his arms. Now it was Jeff's turn to talk to him. "Why don't you at least give us a chance to be your friend. It isn't like we have all that many friends ourselves." After taking a seat on the grass next to Mike, Jeff continued, "you just looked like you were one of us and thought you would like to be our friend." "What do you mean by one of us?" "Well," Jeff said, "we don't have any friends and no one likes us either." "Yeah," I jumped back in. "When we saw you sitting by yourself we figured you needed to meet other kids like us." I just smiled to let him know that we weren't pulling his leg. "I guess it wouldn't hurt," he conceded. Just then there was a loud eruption between Mike's legs followed by a very potent odor. His face flushed completely with embarrassment as both Jeff and I looked at him. Tears formed in his eyes and he jumped to his feet saying, "why couldn't you just leave me alone," as he ran towards the school. Jeff and I looked at each other and then in unison we said, "he must wear diapers too." We both got very large smiles on our faces as we contemplated having another diaper buddy to hang out with. Hopefully with three of us we would be less likely to get picked on. The lunch bell rang summoning us back into our classrooms and ending my state of euphoria from having just met two new diaper buddies in the same day. I couldn't wait to get home and tell mommy and daddy what happened at school today.