My Mother's Sixth Sense

Part 1

	For the last four weeks I have wet my bed at least four 
nights each week. It all starts in a dream, and before I 
wake I start peeing and wake up when it's way too late. Mom 
said this morning we would discuss this tonight and I am 
afraid of what will happen. She has always been pleasant 
about this up to now. Last week she put a plastic mattress 
cover on to take care of the situation, but now she wants to 
discuss my wetting tonight.
	After school I walked home as I usually do. And by the 
way, I have just turned thirteen years old and am beginning 
the eighth grade. I usually earn A's and B's with an 
occasional C and have made some good friends and we share 
sleepovers. I am Tommy and 5'6", 120 pounds and light brown 
hair.
	When I walked in my room there was a package on my bed. 
I kind of figured out what it might be, but I peaked anyway. 
Mom bought diapers and plastic pants, safety pins and 
powder. I started to get angry at myself for wetting, and at 
Mom for treating me like a baby again, and I was thinking 
about running away from home.
	I went back downstairs and pretended like I didn't know 
anything. Mom was in the kitchen and asked if I wanted a 
snack, and I smiled and said "yes." She made chocolate chip 
cookies, so she made a plate and poured a glass of milk. I 
sat at the table to devour the cookies and she sat with me.
	She said it was time to have our discussion on my 
wetting problem. I don't know why, but I began crying, so 
she hugged me without saying anything. After I calmed down 
she said she had gone to the store today and bought diapers 
and plastic pants for me to wear at night until I was able 
to stop wetting. She explained that it wasn't to make me 
feel like a baby, but to give me a good night's sleep and 
save on work for her.
	After we were done she invited me upstairs to see what 
she had bought and she wanted me to try them on to make sure 
they would fit. I was so upset that I was shaking and 
tremoring kind of uncontrollably. Mom at me on the bed and 
took off my shoes and socks and then laid me down. Then she 
pulled off my pants and underpants. I was lying there naked, 
scared, and waiting to be diapered like a baby.
	Mom pulled two diapers out and snapped them in the air. 
She folded them and lifted my butt. I was so shaken that I 
started to pee to my utter astonishment. Mom quickly 
powdered me and pulled the diaper up through my legs and 
pinned it shut. Just as quickly, she pulled the plastic 
pants up my legs and, just like that, I was transformed from 
a thirteen-year-old to a diapered baby and still peeing my 
first diaper.
	Mom knew I wasn't peeing on purpose, but she said she 
would leave me in the diaper and change me later on when I 
went to bed. I was still crying, but somehow, I felt good, 
too. Mom put my jeans back on and I put my shoes and socks 
back on.
	Later, I went outside, forgetting I was wearing a 
diaper, just to go outside. A couple of my friends were out, 
so we just bummed around talking and looking. That's when I 
remembered I was diapered and figured everyone might notice, 
and to top it off, I was wet from my accident when Mom 
diapered me.
	As luck would have it, when this rushed through my 
mind, Bill said, "Tommy, looks like you are wearing diapers. 
You are puffed out in the back." When I said I was, he and 
Bobby asked if they could see what the diapers looked like. 
First, I made both of them promise not to tell anyone or 
laugh. They both agreed, and we went over to our treehouse 
and I was able to show them. They wanted to touch them, and 
Bill realized that I was wet. I told them how it happened 
that I wet the diapers. Then they asked if they were 
comfortable, and I think that's when I realized they were 
nice to have on. We stayed in the treehouse for another hour 
and decided we'd better get home.
	Bill asked if I would sleep over again and who would 
diaper me if I did sleep over. I only answered "I don't 
know" to the second part, but yes to the first question.
	When I got home, Mom asked if I was okay. I said "yes." 
Then she asked if I wanted to be changed yet. I asked if I 
could take my diaper off and put underwear on. She looked at 
me and said to leave the diaper on until I go to bed or to 
the bathroom. I never gave it a thought about how I was 
going to use the bathroom with a diaper on, and to my 
surprise, that need arose really quickly.
	I was watching TV and I got the urge to pee, so I ran 
to the bathroom. The diaper was on too tight, and before I 
could figure anything out, I peed my diaper big time. I went 
to find Mom so she would change me. I told her what 
happened, so she had me lie on the bed again. When she 
unpinned me I asked for my underwear, but she said that 
since I wet myself she would put a diaper on me to cover the 
smell. It made some sense, so I didn't fuss much.
	In a short while, Dad came home and we ate dinner. Mom 
told Dad about my situation and I guess he was in agreement 
because he didn't disagree. Dad asked me if I was okay with 
it, and all I could muster was, "Do I have much choice?"
	After dinner I helped with the dishes before going to 
watch more TV. It was getting dark and soon would be time 
for bed. Again I got the urge to go to the bathroom and ran 
off forgetting that I was in diapers until I got to the 
bathroom. This time I had to do both pee and poop and again 
was stuck in my diaper. Before I realized it I was shaking 
again and I wet and loaded my diaper. Not really thinking, I 
sat on the floor crying, and this big mass squished up the 
front of my diaper against my skin. It felt good, even 
though it was a strange feeling. Mom heard me and came in 
right away and said that it was okay. Again we went up to my 
bedroom so she could clean me up.
	I found myself in the tub in a couple of minutes to 
wash and get ready for bed. That night, after I was in bed, 
I realized just how comfortable the diapers felt under my 
PJ's, I especially liked the plastic pants, and lying there 
thinking about this, I fell asleep.
	Mom woke me in the morning and I was soaked, but the 
bed was dry, so both of us were happy. She had me take a 
bath, and while I was washing, I was wondering if she would 
put another diaper on me or have me wear underwear. I was 
secretly hoping she would diaper me since they did feel so 
good.
	When I walked back to my bedroom, Mom was there and we 
just looked at one another. She must have a sixth sense 
about her that she just knows things. She said, "lie down on 
the bed, young man," and proceeded to diaper me. We never 
said anything to one another, we just smiled.
	Mom said to let her know when I needed to be changed, 
and that's how my first Saturday in diapers started. Mom 
made me feel so good about wearing diapers, any thoughts 
about running away were quickly erased.

Part 2

	My first weekend in diapers was a great experience I 
will never forget. Mom treated me like a 13-year-old except 
when she changed me it was like I was this neat, older baby 
still in diapers. Each time she changed me she smiled at me 
and made me feel weak all over. She powdered me nicely, 
cleansed me gently and always made sure my diapers were 
tucked inside my plastic pants. I really like these plastic 
pants-they are so soft.
	Sunday night while I was in bed I could only think 
about how nice and cozy I felt in my diapers and plastic 
pants and how good they felt under my PJ's, for that matter, 
how good they felt all weekend under my clothes during the 
day. And just like that I began thinking about tomorrow and 
whether I could wear them to school. With that thought I 
fell asleep.
	Monday morning Mom woke me and pulled my covers back so 
she could unpin me. I was soaked, so Mom sent me to get a 
bath. The whole time I was hoping to somehow stay in 
diapers, but I figured no way Mom was going to allow that. 
With that, Mom came in to get me moving-she was standing 
there with my towel, so I got out of the tub, and as she 
wrapped the towel around me, and with a continuous motion, 
she picked me up and carried me to my room. She laid me on 
my bed and dried me off. It felt really nice and I was 
getting hard and she noticed it. Before I could say 
anything, she motioned for me to pick up my body, and she 
slipped a diaper under it. It felt nice and warm-it had just 
come out of the dryer. She spread a generous amount of 
powder on me and pinned me shut. She left the diapers loose 
so I could use the bathroom. Then she slid the warm plastic 
pants up my legs and over the diapers and pins. Oh, did that 
feel so good! I was so hard and so weak and she picked me up 
to hold me in her lap and I peed. I couldn't help it. It 
just came out as she was holding me. She could feel the 
diaper getting warm, but she just held me in her arms for a 
minute and laid me back on my bed.
	She pulled the plastic pants down to my knees and 
unpinned me again. She cleaned me off with the wipes that 
smelled so good and placed another warm diaper under my butt 
and powdered me again. She pulled up my plastic pants and 
gave me some clothes to put on for school. Since I only had 
one diaper on it didn't show in my butt that I was diapered.
	When Mom dropped me off she said she would be by at 
noon to bring me home for lunch.
	It was neat to go home at noon and be taken care of 
like a little kid. I guess I still am a little kid, except 
Mom was going to put two diapers on me and I started to get 
excited because they would show in my butt. She said I 
almost leaked, so I said I would be more careful, but one 
diaper was enough, so she said this was okay.
	At the end of the day I walked home with Bill and he 
said, "You're wearing your diapers, aren't you?" So I said, 
"Why are you asking?"
	He said, "You went home at lunch and you know we always 
have lunch together."
	I said, "Yeah, I'm wearing a diaper and plastic pants," 
so I asked if they were noticeable.
	Bill said, "No," then he said he was going to start 
wearing diapers, too, because he started wetting at night, 
too. He told his Mom about me and he told her he would like 
to try wearing them at night.
	Bill's Mom talked to my Mom to find out what to get and 
where to find them. We found all this out during the 
afternoon. Anyway, on the way home we agreed to meet at the 
treehouse in about an hour.
	When I got to the treehouse, Bill was already there, 
except he had taken his clothes off, and there he was, 
sitting on the floor with his new diapers and plastic pants. 
He looked really happy. He had a T-shirt on and his socks. 
Bill looked at me and asked if I would take my clothes off, 
too, so we could both sit together in our diapers.
	Soon after, I took my clothes off, though it was kind 
of cold, so I slipped a sleeping bag around me. The sleeping 
bag was a big one. Bill was cold and wanted to come inside, 
too. We ended up lying down and falling to sleep pressed 
against each other.
	Our moms found us because we didn't come home when were 
supposed to. They let us sleep because they knew we were 
okay. When we woke, though, both of us were hard and soaked. 
We were toasty warm and wriggled against each other. It felt 
so good. Then, without warning, Bill yelped. Something 
happened. We didn't know what happened, but he was throbbing 
and it felt good, but it kind of hurt, he said. The inside 
of his diaper was sticky and he had gotten soft, but I was 
still hard. We lied in the sleeping bag for awhile after 
that. We made plans to sleep together again. We liked lying 
close to each other, so we were planning to sleep together 
over the next weekend.
	Tuesday, Bill wore a diaper to school like me. He said 
his Mom was cool with it, too, since my Mom was. At lunch my 
Mom brought both of us home and changed both of us. Mom put 
a diaper doubler inside our diapers for added protection and 
because they wouldn't make our butts stick out like we had 
two diapers on.

Part 3

Week Three

	Now it has been three weeks since Mom pinned my first 
diaper on me. Since then Bill slept over at my house once 
and my Mom and Dad have shown me love that I must have known 
in a while I was too young to remember. At any rate, my 
parents treated Bill and me like the kids we really are, but 
have allowed us to remain diapered with the loving care that 
gets associated with babies.
	One night when Bill was over he showed me how to find 
the TB sites online. After reading some of the stories, I 
was glad Mom didn't make me into a real baby with baby 
clothes and furniture. I really like being 13, and I like 
wearing diapers. I enjoyed reading online about so many like 
myself-well, it was neat to see that I was not the only kid 
who likes to wear diapers and has to wear them.
	Anyway, yesterday I was watching Dad work on his 
estimate that he brought home from the job to finish. He 
showed me how the different lines make the roads and the 
bridges. He started working at noon, so did I, and I learned 
how much pipe cost as well as men and equipment it takes to 
actually build the job. After a couple hours he noticed me 
squirming and he brought me into my bedroom for a change. He 
has gentle hands like Mom does. He had me lay down on my bed 
and he undid my jeans and pulled them part way down. Then, 
with nice fingers, he pulled my plastic pants half way to my 
knees and then unpinned my wet diaper. This time, though, 
after he finished changing me, he picked me up and said he 
wanted to tell me a story. He asked if I wanted to hear it. 
I agreed and he started by saying, "When I was your age I 
wet at night like you do." He went on to say that he also 
had daytime control problems because he hated the boys' 
restroom at school. Because of this he was kept in diapers a 
lot, but mostly for punishment. His mom would pin his 
diapers on so tightly sometimes they would almost cut his 
tummy in half. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't slide the 
diapers off to use the bathroom. He said one time this 
happened his dad was super nice to him. After he changed 
him, he held him, made him feel good and talked to him for a 
long time. His dad even made him a bottle of warm milk, and 
while holding him he held the bottle for him to drink from. 
Dad made himself a promise that if he had a son or daughter 
that needed diapers he would be kind to them so the diapers 
could be enjoyed. He would never make it punishment.
	"I don't know exactly how long he held me. I remember 
feeling quite comfortable, though."
	His mom put the diaper on him really tightly so that he 
wouldn't forget he was wearing diapers. This was so he would 
remember to use the bathroom, but because they were pinned 
on so tightly he couldn't. He said that this night when his 
dad changed him he wasn't too wet and needed to use the 
bathroom, but when his dad took out the first pin, he lost 
control of it and it stuck my dad in his thigh. It was an 
accident because there was so much tension on the diaper 
pin. Anyway, at the same moment, his dad started to pull 
back the diaper, he began to pee. He said he just lost it-he 
said the spurt went high enough to hit his dad between the 
eyes. He said his dad laughed and finished changing him 
after he was finished peeing. My dad said after he was 
cleaned up and re-diapered, that's when his dad held him and 
made him feel okay. So Dad said, "that is why I am so nice 
to you. It's `cause I know it's a neat way to show how much 
I love you."	
	I said, "I love you too, Dad."
	With that, he said, "skooch around and lay on your bed 
so I can change you."
	"I'm not wet," I said.
	Dad smiled as he pulled my plastic pants down, I was 
pretty wet. I have noticed that in three weeks I am losing 
daytime control. I don't even feel the pee come out anymore. 
Dad said not to worry, when I wanted out of diapers they 
would help me regain control.
	"In the meantime, your Mom and I like having you in 
diapers,. It gives us opportunities like this to be with 
you."
	I just smiled and agreed.

Week Four

	My cousins from Texas were here this weekend. Tim is 14 
and Mark is 12. Both are neat friends.
	They pulled in early afternoon on Friday. They were 
only staying until Sunday. Tim and I were the same size, 
even though he was almost a year and a half older than me. 
When they pulled into the drive I was riding my bike in 
circles in the drive, partly because I didn't know of 
anything else to do. Plus, I knew they were going to show up 
sometime. Tim was stretching like he had just woke up and 
Mark was poking at him, just kind of agitating him. Mark 
kept it up until they were standing by the car and unloading 
it. Mark is a tease, a troublemaker and a tattletale. He 
noticed Tim had a large, wet spot on the front of his jeans 
and Mark kept pointing at it and telling his Mom that Timmy 
wet his pants again.
	Aunt Jean was really mad and said, "this is the second 
time today you wet your pants-and on top of that you flooded 
the bed at the hotel last night." The whole time Mark is 
going on about "mom is gonna put you back in diapers, ha ha 
ha!" Aunt Jean told Mark to "shut up", or he could wind up 
in diapers, too. Then she told Timmy to get back in the car 
and wait for her to take him to the store with her.
	Mom took Aunt Jean around the house-I know what she was 
saying because Mom kept looking at me and smiling, 
occasionally pointing. I knew Tim was going to end up 
wearing some of my diapers. At the same time I was kind of 
talking to Timmy, trying to distract him and make him feel 
okay. Timmy was really crying, though. Timmy just kept 
saying Mark would really make fun of him now, because his 
mom threatened this morning to keep him in diapers 24/7 if 
he had any accidents. Timmy said Mark went ballistic on him, 
then teasing him so badly he was crying then, he said.
	About this time Mom came over to the car and she 
motioned to Timmy to get out of the car. Then she said for 
both of us to follow her, and we did. Mom took us upstairs,. 
and to this point Timmy didn't know he was about to be 
diapered or even that I was now in diapers. Mom said to 
Timmy to go lay on his back on the bed, which he did. As Mom 
started taking off his shoes he wanted to know why she was 
doing this. Mom said, "so we can get your wet clothes off 
you," and she smiled at him. After she pulled his jeans off 
she put the changing pad under him so he wouldn't get the 
bed wet, and then she pulled off his underwear. Timmy was 
starting to get a little anxious about what was happening, 
so he looked at Mom and asked her if he was getting 
diapered. Mom knew this was going to be tough on Timmy, so 
she reached down and stroked his forehead and softly said, 
"yes." I have never heard anyone cry so hard, and with such 
big, deep sobs.
	Mom started wiping Timmy clean with the wipes, getting 
him ready. She got two diapers out of my drawer and put them 
under his butt. Mom spread lotion and powder on him. The 
whole time this is happening Timmy is still crying and I am 
brushing his hair back and telling him it is okay. As Mom 
pulled the diaper up, Timmy began to pee, so Mom quickly 
pinned the diapers shut and pulled up his plastic pants. 
Timmy was still crying and wetting. Mom sat down on the bed 
and began holding and stroking his head. It seemed to be 
forever, but finally, Timmy stopped crying. He looked over 
his tummy to see what his diapers looked like. Mom kept on 
holding him. When Timmy looked like he was going to be okay, 
Mom looked at me and asked if I needed changed. I said 
"yeah" and smiled.
	Mom then had me lay down beside Timmy. Mom told Timmy 
to "lift his diapered butt" because she needed the changing 
pad for me. That got Timmy's attention as he looked at me, 
as if to ask, "you wear diapers?" I just smiled at him to 
assure him he will be okay. When Mom finished changing me 
she looked at Timmy and said, "You're next," and she changed 
Timmy's diapers.
	After we got our jeans back on-Timmy got some clean, 
dry ones-we went back downstairs. As we were going down, 
Aunt Jean looked at Timmy and asked how it felt to be back 
in diapers. Again, Timmy started crying, and Mark, who was 
sitting on the floor, turned to look at us, I guess hoping 
to see Timmy's diaper. When Mark couldn't see the diaper, he 
stayed quiet.
	Timmy looked at his Mom and asked how long he would be 
in these diapers. Aunt Jean said it would be awhile, and 
then she told him not to take them off or even touch them. 
Then she told Timmy to unsnap his jeans so she could see how 
they looked, and stuck her hand inside his plastic pants to 
check for wetness, then made him turn around to check the 
back of his diaper. By this time Mark made it over to touch 
his diaper and began teasing and pointing his finger at 
Timmy. Well, by this time Aunt Jean wasn't going to be 
messed with and Mark had pushed her over the edge. She just 
reached over and pulled off Mark's pants in one motion. He 
was nude and in shock. He was immediately laid on the floor, 
and because there were clean diapers and plastic pants in 
the laundry basket, he was laying on a diaper. Aunt Jean 
sent me to get pins and powder, so I ran to get them, mostly 
since I didn't want to get yelled at, and partly because I 
wanted to see Mark get punished for being mean. Since Mark 
made her angry, he was forced to wear only a T-shirt and his 
diaper. It was neat to see Mark in only his diaper and 
plastic pants-he really looked more like 6 or 8 instead of 
12 and he was kind of short. Mark still hadn't figured out I 
was wearing diapers, too.
	We were playing onus, a card game, for what seemed like 
a couple of hours. Mom and Aunt Jean were in the kitchen 
making pizza for supper and we were waiting for Dad to come 
home. Uncle Jack was reading the paper. The card game broke 
up and Mark slipped away. Timmy and I were joking and 
jabbing one another. It was peaceful.
	Suddenly, there was a sharp slap and a loud cry. Aunt 
Jean found Mark in the bathroom with his plastic pants down 
and trying to get a pin out. Aunt Jean sent Mark back into 
the T.V. room, and Tim and I could see the hand print on the 
back of Mark's thigh. Mark was crying hard and said his 
stomach hurt because he had to go to the bathroom so badly. 
I reached up and pulled him down. I held him and rocked him 
back and forth. Finally, he stopped crying. In the meantime, 
Timmy took off his jeans, exposing his diapers. This was an 
effort to make Mark feel a little better, and when I saw 
this I asked Timmy to pull off my jeans, too. When Mark saw 
Timmy standing in front of him, wearing only his diapers and 
plastic pants, Mark asked Timmy if he was wet. You could 
tell he was wet, but Timmy said "no" anyway, but then 
quickly changed his mind and said, "yes." Timmy said that 
the reason he said "no" was because he didn't want us to 
think he was a baby. I just looked at Timmy and said, "all 
you have to do is look at us, sitting here in our diapers 
and plastic pants."
	Just like that, Mark stiffened up and grabbed the front 
of his plastic pants and went limp. He finally peed in his 
diaper, he filled the back of his diaper, too. He finally 
gave up holding it in, he said. With that, Mark said he felt 
better now, at least on the inside of him. Mark said he 
thought he liked the feel of a wet and stinky diaper, too. 
After he said this he snuggled into my shoulder and put his 
thumb in his mouth. All three of us had our arms around each 
other for awhile.
	We started wrestling and playing for awhile again, 
waiting for the pizza, waiting for Dad to come home. All 
three of us were having fun, nobody was teasing anyone, it 
was like the three of us were one. The load in Mark's diaper 
was all around the front of the diaper, and the whole crotch 
area of the plastic pants was brown.
	Mom came in the room and told all three of us to go 
upstairs to get changed. At the same time, Aunt Sue came in 
the door, looking at the three of us. She asked how we were. 
Everyone came back with an "I'm fine" response. Aunt Sue 
looked at Mark and she said to him, "you don't look so 
fine," and smiled. Mom asked Aunt Sue if she could change us 
because she had things to do in the kitchen.
	Aunt Sue gave us the turn-around motion with her finger 
and pointed in the upstairs direction. On the way up she 
said to Mark, "you're first" and to lie on the bed. She put 
the pad under Mark and carefully pulled off his plastic 
pants. She took them to the bathroom and cleaned them out 
and brought back some wash cloths. She unpinned Mark's 
diaper and carried it to the bathroom. She finished cleaning 
Mark up and she went back to the bathroom to clean things 
up. In the meantime, Mark got up and put on his underwear 
and jeans and went back downstairs.
	Aunt Sue came back and changed both Timmy and I, 
cleaned us up, re-diapering both of us. Timmy and I put our 
jeans on and went down for pizza. Dad was home and it was 
time to eat. I was starved. Supper was a lot of fun tonight, 
a lot of laughing and joking. It was like a big party. It 
lasted for a long time. Timmy, Mark and I drank sodas like 
drunken sailors and pretended to stumble around. By now it 
was getting late, probably around 10:00, and I knew Mom was 
about to tell the three of us it would be time for bed. It 
was at this time Aunt Jean told Mark to come here. Mark had 
drank so much that he had wet his pants, and Aunt Jean was 
furious that he didn't have his diapers on. Aunt Sue said 
that she thought it was funny that he had disappeared, but 
never gave it a thought that he wasn't diapered.
	Aunt Jean grabbed Mark by the shoulder and forced him 
up the steps in front of her. He must have got slapped, too, 
because I heard the loud cry that goes with a slap. Aunt 
Jean put Mark back in diapers and told him to go to bed. 
When Aunt Jean came back down Mom announced it was bedtime 
for me, too. Timmy got the same announcement, and Mom took 
both of us upstairs to get changed and ready for bed. Mom 
let Timmy and me go to bed in just T-shirts and diapers. I 
have a large double bed, big enough for the three of us to 
sleep together in. Mark was still awake, but lying under the 
covers and still crying a little. Timmy and I brushed our 
teeth and jumped in beside Mark. Mark was wearing PJ's over 
his diaper, but after seeing us he decided to take them off 
and just wear the T-shirt, too. We joked around for a little 
while, but fell asleep quickly.
	Mom and Dad usually go to bed around 1:00 AM. on Friday 
because they can sleep in on Saturday. Mom always comes in 
then to check me and change me. Timmy and I needed changed, 
but Mark was still dry. Mark was curled up with his knees 
touching his tummy, almost, and he had his thumb in his 
mouth. Mom took it out, but he put it back in. Mom said she 
would be right back-she came back with three bottles of 
milk. This time she pulled Mark's thumb out and slid the 
bottle in. Mark instinctively grabbed the bottle and held it 
while he drank it. Mark never woke up, he just did all this 
in his sleep.
	In the morning, Timmy and I woke up before Mark. Mark 
was sucking on an empty bottle, still sleeping. He must have 
felt us moving around, because he woke up to look at us. 
When he turned back and saw he was holding an empty baby 
bottle, he jerked his head up and flicked the bottle on the 
floor. He was still trying to wake up and still trying to 
figure out what was happening. He still hadn't said 
anything. It was fun to watch him, because at this point he 
still didn't remember that he was in diapers, that is, until 
Timmy and I asked him if he was wet. He threw the covers 
back and found he had soaked himself during the night.
	Timmy and I didn't want to get up yet., so we told Mark 
to bring the covers back up so we could be warm. Mark was 
completely embarrassed about wetting his diaper and didn't 
like the thought of Aunt Jean finding him in wet diapers. 
Marked turned to Timmy and I and asked if we could put some 
dry diapers on him.
	We told Mark to lie on top of the covers so we could 
change him. Timmy stood on one side and me on the other. It 
was kind of a reach because he was in the middle. We pulled 
the changing pad under him and pulled down his plastic 
pants. As we were unpinning him I started getting hard. I 
looked over at Timmy and he was, too. We pulled off his wet 
diapers and put two new diapers under him. We cleaned Mark, 
powdered him and pinned him shut. Mark was complaining that 
his diapers were too tight, but we told him to shut up 
because there were grownup footsteps coming. We quickly 
pulled up his plastic pants and all three of us jumped under 
the covers.
	It was Aunt Jean who opened the bedroom door and asked 
how we all slept. Then she came in, I guess to look at us, 
and see if we were the kids who belonged here. When she got 
next to the bed, though, she stepped on Mark's wet diapers. 
That didn't make her too happy. Right away she wanted to 
know whose diapers they were. Out of fear, there was 
silence. Then Aunt Jean pulled the covers off to find out 
whose wet diapers she was standing on. She put her hand 
inside Timmy's and my plastic pants and said both of us were 
wet. All I could think of was, "I hope Mark can wet his 
diapers." He did, because when Aunt Jean put her hand inside 
Mark's plastic pants, his diapers were wet, too. Aunt Jean 
just huffed, turned around and stormed out of the bedroom.
	I asked Mark why he wet his diapers and he just said it 
was better than getting smacked.

Part 4

	As Aunt Jean left the room, Mom came in and told each 
of us to lie still. She pulled the covers off and started 
with Timmy, then me, then Mark. It always feels nice to get 
changed. We each put on our jeans, shirts and shoes and went 
down to breakfast. Mom made pancakes this morning, and she 
made them the way I like them-cooked hard on both sides and 
raw in the middle. Pancake breakfasts take awhile because 
you can only cook three pancakes at a time, and each of us 
had at least four.
	We were also making plans while we ate to play 
baseball. I told Timmy and Mark about my friends Bill and 
Robby, who like to play baseball, and we could find some 
others, too. Mark started complaining right away that he 
wasn't going anywhere. So I said, "Why not, Mark?" Mark said 
it was because he was wearing diapers and didn't want anyone 
to see them. I said, "you're wearing jeans, so they are 
covered and nobody will see them. Mark said, "okay."
	As we were walking we came across Bill. I hadn't seen 
him since really early yesterday. I introduced my cousins to 
him and said we were going to find a group so that we could 
play baseball. Bill went to get Robby and a couple others. 
We found a few and ended up with ten of us. The team at bat 
has to be the catcher. We played for two hours and it was 
close to noon when we finished. It was also getting close to 
lunch. It was a great game, and close. We played six innings 
and it was tied at 3-3. In the last inning Mark made it when 
he slid into home and avoided the tag.
	When Mark got up to dust himself off we could all see 
the top of his diapers and plastic pants. When he slid home 
his jeans slipped down. I felt a little bad for him because 
I knew he was really embarrassed about the situation. When 
he saw everyone staring at him he panicked. His eyes got big 
and his mouth was open like he was going to say something. 
Then he grabbed the front of his jeans and was crossing his 
legs. He had just peed and pooped himself and he was 
bawling. Now I felt really bad for him. I put my arm around 
his shoulder. Nobody made a sound. I pulled Mark's jeans up 
so his diapers were covered, and pulled him around so we 
could walk home.
	As we were walking home Mark wanted to stop for a bit. 
He wasn't in any big hurry for Aunt Jean to know what had 
happened. Mark wanted to know if there was some place where 
we could clean him up so his mom didn't see him this way. 
Neither Timmy nor I knew how to change a poopy diaper, so I 
told him to come home and my mom could fix him up. I told 
him I was wet and needed changed, too. Timmy said, "same for 
me."
	We got Mark upstairs and on the bed. Aunt Jean wasn't 
home, so we breathed a sigh of relief. Timmy undid his shoes 
and I undid the top of his jeans. Mark was a mess. The poop 
was all over inside his plastic pants. At that sight I knew 
we needed Mom, that we couldn't clean this mess up by 
ourselves, so I hollered for Mom. She was standing behind me 
and scared me to death. She was laughing so hard because she 
scared me. It took some time for both of us to get back to 
normal. Finally, she asked what we needed, so I pointed to 
Mark on the bed an said he needed help.
	Mom smiled at Mark, seeing his predicament, and instead 
of changing him right away, just started making him feel 
better by talking to him and brushing his forehead. Mom 
looked over at Tommy and me and asked if we needed changing, 
too, and both of us nodded "yes." She started with Mark. She 
had his plastic pants off and was unpinning him, and Aunt 
Jean came home. As Mom was cleaning Mark, Aunt Jean walked 
through the bedroom door. She had bought disposable diapers 
for Mark and Timmy. Mark got the Pampers and Timmy got 
youth-size Attends. Aunt Jean put a Pamper on Mark and she 
gave him a T-shirt and said to scram.
	Mark was in shock. I could tell because he wasn't 
crying yet, but he was about to. He was standing in front of 
a mirror and he looked like a big toddler. He was still too 
upset to cry. At the same time, Mom came back into the room. 
Mark ran over to her and clung to her. Mom is so gentle. She 
just started talking to Mark and hugging him. She sat down 
and put Mark on her lap and just kept brushing his hair back 
with her fingers spread. Mark just closed his eyes and stuck 
his thumb in his mouth.
	Timmy asked Aunt Jean if he could try a Pamper, and she 
said "okay." Timmy is just a little smaller than me, but 
bigger than Mark. The Pamper fit-not much room left-but it 
fit. I asked, too, and the Pamper just fit me. It was a 
little tight, but it felt soft and felt like a diaper.
	When I put my jeans on they fit better than when I had 
cloth diapers-actually, you couldn't tell that I had a 
diaper on at all, except for the crinkling noise the plastic 
makes. When we were dressed, I saw the package of Pampers. 
They said "size 6." Aunt Jean said they make these for big 
kids like us who still need diapers and to have some to 
wear. She said she had heard they were going to start 
sending out size 7'sthat will fit teens still in diapers. I 
really liked this Pamper, and especially how it fit on me 
under my jeans.
	During all this Mark had fallen asleep in Mom's lap and 
she was giving Timmy and me the quiet sign. She whispered to 
open the covers on the bed so that she could lay Mark on the 
bed. Mom covered Mark and we left him sleeping in the bed. 
He still had his thumb in his mouth.
	Timmy and I went downstairs to play on the computer. I 
have a lot of games in there and we were looking through 
them. Timmy liked a lot of them, so I was looking for the 
disks, so he could take them home and load them in his 
computer. Timmy and I were talking Aunt Jean into getting 
AOL for them so we could I.M. (instant message) each other 
after they got back home. Aunt Jean said "okay", which 
surprised Timmy and me. Uncle Jack heard us and agreed it 
was time to do this and said he would run a new phone line 
into the computer room. I showed them how easy it was to 
send programs via I.M.'s I showed them that when they are 
online how you can find libraries and projects of science. I 
showed them some of my school projects that are stored in my 
computer and how the online searches helped me to make the 
reports. As usual, when you are on the computer, hours rush 
by, and like that, we had been on the computer for two 
hours.
	We turned when Mark came stumbling through the door. It 
didn't take much to realize he had just woken up, because he 
looked like it. His hair was tangled and his eyes were only 
partly open. About this time Mom came in, too. Mark ran to 
my Mom and hugged her. Mom picked him up and hugged him 
back. She was transferring him over to Aunt Jean and he 
started fussing that he wanted Mom to hold him. Mom asked 
Mark if he was ready for a dry diaper yet. Mark whispered 
something in Mom's ear and she called him out to the 
kitchen. I heard the refrigerator door open and then close. 
Then she carried him upstairs. I followed them up a couple 
minutes later. When I got to my door I saw Mom holding Mark 
and feeding him a bottle! Mom saw me and waved me in beside 
her. She put her arm around me, too. And I helped hold the 
bottle. Mark opened his eyes and he saw me and he smiled. He 
was in heaven, I think.
	When Mark finished his bottle Mom put both of us on the 
bed and put dry Pampers on us. This was the first time Mark 
didn't fuss about wearing a diaper. In fact, it was apparent 
he now liked wearing diapers.
	Tomorrow is Sunday, and after church Timmy and Mark 
were going back home. Monday was a school day. I was going 
to miss my cousins.
	It was getting on to mid-afternoon, maybe even a little 
later, and it was quite warm. The time when we got dressed 
we put on shorts. The shorts weren't as forgiving as the 
jeans were. All three of us had the telltale bulge of 
diapers under our shorts. I think I was the only one to 
notice this. Anyway, we were in the back yard still trying 
to figure out what to do next. When we were sitting on the 
grass I could see Timmy's and Mark's diapers almost sticking 
out of their shorts. The sight was making me hard, and 
making me feel good and my knees weak.
	Just then, Bill showed up on his bike riding through 
the yard to where we were sitting. He sat down with us. It 
didn't take him long, either, to see Timmy's diaper, then he 
turned to Mark to check him, too. I think he was confused 
about who he had seen diapers on earlier. He whispered in my 
ear that the sight was making him hard. Bill was checking me 
out and said, "you too, huh?"
	We invited Timmy and Mark to the treehouse. Bill, I 
guess, wanted to show Tim and Mark he was wearing diapers, 
too. I couldn't get through my head that there are four teen 
boys and we were all put back in diapers because we had too 
many accidents and because we wet at night. I think when 
Mark saw Bill in diapers, that at that point he became 
really comfortable with his dilemma. Bill told them he was 
put back in diapers because of me being put back in them. 
But actually, he asked his Mom to put him back in diapers 
because it was easier than cleaning up the other messes. We 
only stayed at the treehouse for about an hour, it was 
getting close to dinner, anyway. I could tell Bill really 
wanted to spend the night, but I didn't invite him because 
tomorrow is church and would be a little chaotic in the 
morning, packing and stuff.
	Tonight we had hamburgers, barbecued, I think this is a 
universal favorite. It was out last fun visit before bed and 
a busy morning. Mom got us ready for bed tonight. I could 
see Mark was going to miss her a lot. She made Mark feel so 
special while he was going through this tough 
transformation. Tonight, after she cleaned us up and were 
bathed and diapered, she gave each of us a bottle of milk. 
Mom tucked us in bed, tweaked each of our noses, and said 
good night.
	Mark fell asleep right away, and Timmy a short time 
later. I lied awake for a long time. I don't know why, I 
just couldn't fall asleep. I could still hear the grownups 
talking and laughing, but it sounded like it was winding 
down, though. This was when noises starting coming from 
Mark. They were like cracking or popping sounds. I realized 
really quick that he was pooping, and he was pooping in his 
sleep. I put my hand on the outside of his Pamper and I 
could feel him loading it. The sensation made me have the 
urge to poop, and within moments I was pooping my diaper, 
too. I was stuck in the middle of the bed, so I just lied 
there in my loaded diaper, which was also wet by this time. 
I figured Timmy was wet, too, but I wanted to know, so I 
stuck my hand inside his plastic pants. He was just a little 
wet, but he was really hard and sticking straight up. I 
pulled my hand out. I guess I got scared that he would wake 
up and that I would be inside his plastic pants.
	A short time later, Mom came in to check us. She 
started with Mark, who stayed asleep the whole time she 
cleaned him and diapered him. She cleaned me up next and re-
diapered me. She stuck me with a pin, too. I think she knew 
I wasn't asleep, I was wide awake, though, after the stick. 
I thought she did it on purpose just to have some fun. She 
pulled Timmy's plastic pants down and changed his diaper and 
he never woke up since. He was still hard, too, when Mom 
pinned the new diaper on. He was sticking up like a tent. 
Mom took all the dirty diapers with her and I eventually 
fell asleep.
	The morning was bright and sunny, and about 7 o'clock 
Mom showed up at the time to get us moving. She started with 
Timmy this time to work her way across the bed. Mark got up 
and was walking and stretching. His T-shirt was pulled way 
up and his Pampered butt was sticking out. He walked over to 
his Pampers and picked one out. He brought it over to Mom 
and sat beside her. She was finished pinning my diapers on 
and Mark was to be next.
	She gave Mark special treatment. He really liked her 
diapering him, and I kind of enjoyed watching him get 
diapered. Mom said I look just like that to her when she 
diapers me. Again it was her sixth sense telling her that, 
that was what was in my head. I told her this. She is a kind 
person.
	After returning from church we had a big and fun 
breakfast. We had eggs, bagels, sweet rolls and fruit. Oh 
yeah, milk, juice and coffee, too.
	It was getting close to noon now and Aunt Jean was 
getting fidgety. I think she makes everyone nervous. 
Everyone pitched in to get things cleaned up a bit.
	Aunt Jean came in the kitchen waving the diapers over 
her head and pointing to Mark and Timmy to go lie down in 
the living room. Timmy went in and lied on the floor to wait 
for Aunt Jean to change him, Mark went over to Mom and 
whispered in her ear again. Mom has to lean halfway down so 
that he can reach her ear. It was obvious Mark wanted Mom to 
change him this last time. Mom followed Mark into the living 
room where he lied on the floor beside Timmy. Mom pulled his 
jeans part way down and untaped his wet diaper. She put a 
clean diaper under him, cleaned him, put lotion and powder 
on him and taped him shut. Aunt Jean handed Mom a pair if 
plastic pants to go over his Pamper, so she pulled his jeans 
off and pulled the plastic pants up his legs. She stood him 
up and pulled the plastic pants over his Pamper. Timmy had a 
pair of plastic pants pulled over his youth diapers, too.
	As soon as Timmy and Mark got diapered it was time to 
say goodbye. We all walked out to the car and hugged and 
said our final goodbyes. We waved to each other as they were 
pulling away.

Part 5

	Now it has been five months since that first diaper was 
pinned onto me. I really like wearing them. I like the 
comfort, and I especially like the loving, gentle attention 
Mom gives me.
	There have been some down moments, like one time in 
gym. Everyone at school knows I wear diapers all the time by 
now. This one day at gym a couple of boys who are always 
causing the rest of us a hard time decided to pick on me 
today.
	We were sitting on the gym floor with our legs crossed 
listening to the coach. He was teaching us how to run long 
distances., showing us how to breathe and just otherwise 
pace ourselves. Since we are sitting with our legs crossed 
it was easy to see inside each other's shorts. When I looked 
down at myself my plastic pants were sticking out big time. 
A few moments later I was still trying to tuck my diaper and 
plastic pants further inside my shorts. The two rough boys 
were watching and pointing. They kept covering their face-
talking and smirking, but I knew they were having fun at my 
expense. We sat like this for fifteen minutes while the 
coach was reviewing techniques on running.
	This left us with about twenty minutes to run some laps 
on the track. This is the third period of the day which puts 
us halfway through the morning. This is also the time I am 
pretty wet and in need of a diaper change. By now I am 
letting pee out but never really feeling it coming out. I 
know if I stick my hand inside my plastic pants, though, I 
will be wet.
	While we were running the two boys kept patting my 
bottom and asking me if they could change my diaper. I kept 
insisting that they leave me alone and to quit patting me. 
They just kept laughing and tormenting me. After the run we 
have fifteen minutes to dress and wait for the bell. As we 
came back inside I was feeling better mostly because the two 
boys seemed to be leaving me alone now.
	There are long wooden benches in front of our lockers 
for us to use in getting dressed. Since everyone knows I 
wear diapers I just stand there and pull my shorts down, 
exposing my diaper and plastic pants. As I was reaching for 
my jeans I was pulled down from behind. One boy pinned me 
down on the bench and the other boy pulled down my plastic 
pants. Right away he started screaming to everyone that I 
was soaked and needed changed. The one boy unpinned my wet 
diapers and pulled them off me. It hurt some because he was 
being rough. Then he pulled my plastic pants back up. He 
went through my knapsack and found some diapers and pinned 
them on me. He kept them loose, too, so they wouldn't stay 
up. He showed me how loose they are by pulling them away 
from my tummy. While I was still pinned down he pulled my 
jeans up over my butt and hooked my belt. By now there were 
maybe two minutes to the bell to change class. They let me 
go and I stood up and they ran away.
	At this moment I was in panic because my diaper was 
outside my plastic pants and pee was coming out. I put my 
shirt on, picked up my wet diapers and put them in a plastic 
bag. At this point all I knew was that I needed to get the 
school nurse somehow. Pee was still coming out and I could 
feel the river of water in my plastic pants. At the same 
time I could feel pee running out the plastic pants and 
making my diaper wet. The bell was ringing and I was on my 
way to the nurse's office. My jeans were now getting wet and 
the diaper was slipping down with each step. My hands were 
full with school books and my knapsack. My diaper was wet 
and sagging as were my jeans, wet and sagging, because my 
belt was loose.
	I finally made it to the nurse's office. She just took 
one quick look and motioned for me to get on her changing 
table. She pulled my jeans off and had kind of a perturbed 
look on her face. She asked how my diapers were pinned on 
like this with the plastic pants inside my diapers and 
against my body, so I told her. While I was telling her how 
it happened she cleaned me up and diapered me. She had a 
clean pair of plastic pants and pulled them up. I sat on the 
edge of the changing table while she got the principal and 
told him my story.
	The principal came in to see me and to have me tell my 
story again. I couldn't believe me came in. I was still 
sitting on the edge of the changing table in only my shirt 
and my diapers. I was in my bare feet, too, because my socks 
had gotten wet I was nervous and upset for the principal to 
look at me in only my diapers. I noticed he looked at them 
in quick glances. He probably doesn't think much of me now 
since he figures I am a big baby.
	After I told him the story of what happened he said he 
would call the two boys into his office and call their 
parents. He wanted the boys sitting in front of him when he 
called their parents so there would be no misunderstandings.
	About twenty minutes later one of the boys, Doug, 
walked into the nurse's office. The nurse told him to take a 
seat. And she would tend to him as soon as soon as his 
mother got here. Doug and I were alone. He was looking at 
me, but couldn't say anything. I could tell, though, he 
wanted to talk, but words just weren't coming out.
	Finally, he asked if I liked having to wear diapers. I 
didn't really want to answer that question because Doug 
wasn't anyone I would trust not to hurt me some more. All I 
said was, "Why do you want to know something like that?" 
Then he told me he wet his bed almost every night and what 
the principal's punishment was. He said ever since last 
summer almost a year ago his mom has been threatening to put 
him back into diapers. The principal, after telling Doug's 
mom that he wanted Doug to wear diapers to school for a week 
or face suspension for a week, listened to Doug's mom say 
she was looking for an excuse to put him back into diapers 
anyway, for his bedwetting. Doug was sitting in the nurse's 
office with me waiting to show up with diapers. I was 
beginning to think Doug was all right because was telling me 
all of this. I also knew he was scared, scared to be put 
back into diapers, that is.
	Doug had now been sitting across from me for almost ten 
minutes and mostly looking at my diapers. We hadn't said 
anything for a few minutes, and suddenly the door opened. It 
was Doug's mom with a handful of diapers. some pins and 
plastic pants. Doug's mom ordered him up on the changing 
table to be diapered. She said in a terse voice that "you 
will wear these 24/7 for a week and you will use them and 
not the toilet." Doug asked if he could use the toilet one 
last time before he was diapered. His mom said, "no, you 
will do it in your diapers."
	She told Doug once again to get up on the table. Doug 
was really shaking now and looked like he was really in 
shock. His mom pulled down his pants and pinned two diapers 
on him. She untied his shoes and pulled off his jeans and 
underwear. She said to Doug, `See these? You won't be 
wearing them any time soon." Then she shrieked, "They're 
wet!" and she dropped them on his nose. She then slid the 
plastic pants up his legs and snapped the elastic around his 
waist, then ran her finger around his legs. She said for him 
to wet in these now and slid his jeans on. Doug was crying 
now and saying he was sorry. His mom said, "too bad, just do 
it in your diapers from now on." When Doug was allowed off 
the table he walked over to me and said he was sorry. He was 
still out of breath from crying and his face was all wet. 
His mom handed the nurse the rest of his diapers and plastic 
pants with instructions to change him when necessary. She 
took his wet underpants, put them in a plastic bag and left.
	By now my jeans were dry and didn't smell too bad. As 
the nurse handed me my jeans she checked my diaper; it was 
okay. She asked Doug to come over to her so she could check 
him. He was still dry, too. She asked Doug if he still 
needed to go. He shook his head "yes", so the nurse said he 
had to do it in the diapers. He whispered in her ear, but 
she whispered back, "you have to do it in your diapers."
	I started putting my shoes on so I could go back to 
class. As I was tying them I could hear sounds coming from 
Doug. His face told it all, he was pooping his diapers. I 
was just about to go back to class. Doug was still in the 
corner, crying, pooping and wetting.
	As I was reaching for the door to leave Doug began to 
really cry and kept repeating that he was sorry. He needed 
to calm down. The nurse caught my eye and motioned me over 
to him. She wanted me to comfort him, I guess, because it 
was on account of me that he was in this predicament anyway.
	I reached over to his quivering body and he didn't push 
me away, so I put my arm around his shoulder. He kept saying 
he was sorry and he was looking into my eyes. I knew he was 
sincere by his look. I think we sat there for half an hour. 
I only said it wasn't all that bad to be put back into 
diapers. He was calming down and accepting his fate. Again I 
was about to leave, but the nurse pointed to the table. I 
was pretty wet anyway. After she changed me she asked me to 
stay and hold Doug's hand while she cleaned him up. When she 
pinned the new diapers on him he quit crying and actually 
showed a glimpse of a smile.
	We left together because we had the same next class and 
then lunch. As we were walking down the hall Doug asked if I 
would walk home with him. I agreed to meet him as we were 
only two blocks apart anyhow.
	At the afternoon recess he came over to be with me. I 
have two other friends who normally sit under the maple 
tree; we just talk and stuff. After recess I usually head 
off to the nurse's office. When Doug sat down he whispered 
in my ear, would I help him use the bathroom? I asked him 
how I was to help him. He asked if I could take his pin out 
and put it back in. I said I would try. When we got to the 
boys' room it was empty, so Doug pulled his pants loose and 
as he held them I pulled a corner of his plastic pants down 
and undid the pin. He didn't move, so I told him he could 
pee now. He still didn't move, so I pushed him towards the 
urinal. He shook his head, saying it wasn't going to work, 
so I looked at him. Then he said it took too long. He said 
he was peeing in his diapers as we stood there. I waited 
until he was done and pulled down his plastic pants so I 
could put his pin back in. I didn't do too good, I couldn't 
make it tight or as neat as the nurse does. I told Doug I 
was going to see the nurse so I could have dry diapers on 
and he said, "okay."
	We had one period left for the day. It couldn't come 
too soon enough. I was hungry for a snack and milk. I had 
promised to meet Doug after school, which was okay with Bill 
and Robby, who I normally walk home with.
	After school Doug and I found each other and headed 
towards home. Doug wasn't walking quite normal and I asked 
if he was okay. He said the diapers were slipping down below 
his butt because I hadn't pinned it back on tight enough.
	We were a few doors from where he lived and I spotted 
Don, his friend, the other boy that caused me the grief 
after gym. I was beginning to say I would see you to Doug, 
and his Mom's holler interrupted me. She hollered for Doug 
to get into the house so she could change his diapers. I 
thought to myself, "what a mean mom." Don began teasing Doug 
and started in on me, also. Don had taken the week of 
suspension.
	When all three of us were at the door to the house 
Doug's mom insisted we all three come in to watch her little 
Dougie have his diapers changed. It was probably good that I 
came in because I knew it would be tough on Doug.
	His mom pulled off his jeans and saw his diapers were 
fallen to the bottom of his plastic pants. She said she 
would have to show the nurse how to diaper her little boy. I 
didn't want the nurse to get in trouble, so I told her I 
unpinned Doug's diapers. She was furious when she knew the 
whole story. She finished changing Doug and told him he 
would only wear his T-shirt and diapers for the remainder of 
the day.
	I left at that point for home. Don stayed, probably to 
tease Doug. All I knew was I wanted out of there and ran 
home.

Part 6

	This is the last week of school. In two days we will 
begin our summer holiday. Mom said I will have to quit 
wearing my day diapers. She smiled and said this won't be 
easy, but it won't be that hard, either. She said in two 
days I will wear training pants over them for in case of 
this type of thing. She told me these things while she was 
pinning my diaper on for school.
	It was a regular day at school. The day kind of 
dragged. Because it was so close to the end of the year that 
we mostly goofed around. It was a beautiful day, bright 
sunshine and no clouds.
	Doug and I remained friends since the gym episode. We 
walk home together almost every day and his mom still tries 
to embarrass him whenever she can. Otherwise she invites me 
in and changes me and puts Doug back into diapers. After his 
week of punishment he only wears them at home and at night. 
	His sister is always checking us to see if we need 
changed. At the beginning she was doing it out of spite, but 
she changed and now she is really nice. Today when we walked 
in his front door his sister pointed us upstairs. Doug went 
first and I followed his sister. First she diapered Doug. 
Then, when she pulled down my plastic pants she said I was 
dry. Without saying anything she unpinned one side of my 
diaper and ordered me to the bathroom. I went into the 
bathroom and she was right behind me. I said, "I could go by 
myself," but she said my mom told her to make sure I use the 
toilet and that meant for her to stay beside me. I was 
totally embarrassed and couldn't pee. I just stood there. 
After a few minutes Susie told me to turn around. As I 
turned she knelt down to pin my diaper closed.
	When we got downstairs Doug was watching television and 
hadn't missed either of us. I guess he figured I messed in 
my diaper really bad or something. We started to go outside 
and Susie said we had to be in in an hour so she could take 
us to the bathroom. Both of us said okay and left.
	Doug has a lot of construction equipment and a large 
dirt area in his back yard where we make roads. We must have 
been out an hour because Susie called. An hour really goes 
fast. When I got up, though, I realized I was pretty wet. I 
didn't want Susie to know so I told Doug I was going home 
and I started walking in that direction. Susie spotted this 
move really quick. She hollered for me to "turn around and 
get in here with Doug."
	She looked at me and said, "you're wet, aren't you?" I 
didn't answer. She pulled Doug's pants down and undid his 
safety pins. She said for both of us to go upstairs for new 
diapers. Doug had wet his diaper, too. She was really nice 
to both of us, not scolding us. Both of us noticed how nice 
she was.
	This time when we went downstairs I left for home. Mom 
was making supper and it smelled good; it was fried chicken. 
That evening mom unpinned my diaper every hour and took me 
to the bathroom. She asked me if Susie was taking me to the 
bathroom. Mom was happy to know this was happening. Even 
with going to the bathroom every hour I still managed to get 
pretty wet. Mom has to change me at least once during the 
night or the bed ends up really wet. Most of the time I 
don't even remember her changing me.
	Today is the last day of school. Mom reminded me that 
tomorrow I won't be wearing diapers during the day. I just 
said, "I know that." This was only half a day of school, 
mainly just to get report cards. I did well, getting all A's 
and one B.
	Doug and I walked to his house. It was noon and we beat 
Susie home, so we went straight to the back yard. We were 
9out there for awhile before Susie called us to come in. She 
told us to head upstairs and she followed us up. She told 
Doug to lie down. He said it wasn't three o'clock yet and 
she shouldn't diaper him until then. She got a "Susie" look 
on her face and pointed to a big wet spot on his jeans. Doug 
just put a sheepish look on his face and shrugged his 
shoulders. At this point he just lay down like his sister 
asked him to. I was soaked and in desperate need of a 
change.
	She told me to go to the bathroom and wait for her; she 
would be a minute. She brought the wet clothes and diapers 
and followed me to the bathroom. When she got there she 
unpinned one side of my diaper and told me to use the 
toilet. Again, with her standing there I couldn't pee; it 
was too embarrassing. And again, after several minutes, she 
ordered me to turn around and pinned me shut. The way she 
does this makes me get hard. She noticed and said I was 
sticking out again. When she had my plastic pants back in 
place she squeezed me a couple of times. It felt good.
	I was still hard when I was walking down the stairs, 
and without realizing what was going on the movement of my 
legs was making me feel good. Before I knew it my legs went 
to rubber and I fell down the last five steps. Most of what 
I remember after that was my leg hurt so bad. I was sitting 
on my leg and Susie was right behind me. She told me not to 
move. I don't know why, but nonetheless I didn't move. She 
knew right away I broke something-- she could tell by how my 
foot was facing. She told me this later. When she got to the 
bottom of the stairs she told me to lie flat. By now I was 
hurting really bad.
	Susie called Mom and Mom came over right away. Between 
Doug, Sue and Mom, they loaded me into the back of the 
station wagon and drove me to the hospital. Some nurses met 
us and got me out and onto a flat thing, like a bed with 
wheels. They took me to a room called the emergency room. 
They touched my leg gently, but it hurt anyway. They asked a 
few questions about the pain and when they touched my leg 
how much it hurt. Then they left me and Mom.
	Sue and Doug stayed home after I was loaded into the 
car. Mom asked me how it happened and I told her about when 
Sue pinned my diaper shut I got hard, and when I was walking 
down the steps something happened in my diaper. I told her 
how it felt so good, but it kind of hurt and it made my legs 
turn to rubber. Mom laughed hysterically. I said, "Mom!" but 
she was still laughing. When she calmed down she explained 
what was happening to me. Then she asked if it ever happened 
before this and I told her about yesterday and the time with 
Robby.
	I heard the nurses talking about me as the boy with the 
broken leg. I guess they couldn't do anything with me until 
a doctor came in, at least that's what they said to Mom. It 
seemed like we were there an hour already. Mom asked how I 
was doing. I said it hurt a lot. Then Mom asked how my 
diaper was and I said I didn't know. Mom knew how to find 
out and did so, saying I was okay for now.
	Soon after they took me to the x-ray they moved me from 
the bed and took x-rays of my leg. After they took the 
pictures they took me back to the E.R., short for "emergency 
room."
	The doctor was there when we got back. After looking at 
the pictures he said it was broken and needed set. One of 
the nurses took scissors, which were laying on the table, 
and started cutting my jeans leg. She cut all the way up the 
seam to my belt. She took my belt off and picked me up a 
little to pull my jeans out from under me. Then she pulled 
them off my unbroken leg. Everyone could see my diapers and 
plastic pants now. The nurse noticed I was wet and she said 
they couldn't change my diapers until my leg was fixed and 
in a cast.
	They put this hose-like stocking on my broken leg. Then 
they dipped these rolled-up things in water and unrolled 
them around my leg and over my knee, all the way up to my 
plastic pants. Then the doctor said he was going to set my 
leg and that it would hurt. He said it would be okay to yell 
or cry, but that I would be okay. I yelled, and it hurt so 
much and then I cried. Once he set it the pain began to ease 
up. The cast got hard pretty quick and the doctor let go of 
my leg.
	Mom said she felt really bad for me lying there and 
unable to move. I filled my diaper when he set my leg. I 
just couldn't help it, it just came out without warning. 
Since I was in a cast Mom was able to change me and clean me 
up. Mom put a white disposable diaper on me that one of the 
nurses gave her.
	They took me back to x-ray. I was covered with a sheet. 
They took some more pictures of my leg and put me in the 
hall. I asked if I could go home now, but no one knew, I 
guess.
	Finally the doctor came by and looked at the x-rays. He 
said they looked good and said he wanted me to stay in the 
hospital for a week. He said my leg would hurt a lot and he 
could manage the pain better if I stayed here.
	I ended up in what they called the pediatric ward. It 
was is a ward for kids. My room number was 313 and there 
were three other boys in there. The nurse was saying all 
this while in the elevator with my Mom. Mom told the nurse I 
might be uncomfortable in a room with other boys because I 
was still in diapers. The nurse said she knew that and that 
the three boys already in the room were in diapers, too. The 
nurse said that's why I was in that room, too.