THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 21 ------------------------- Mom was gone to the store for over an hour. When she returned home she came in with a new pair of pants for me to wear to school and anywhere else I went. She unfolded them and showed me how much bigger of a size they had to be in order to accommodate my bulging diapers. The pants weren't the only thing she bought for me. She presented to me some more diapers. These were even bigger and thicker than the ones I had been wearing. To top it all off, literally, she bought me some new plastic pants, which were also bigger and made of a heavier material. "What do you think of your new wardrobe, Randy?" mom asked me with obvious sarcasm. "I have to wear those to school?" I asked. "Yes. You'll wear the pants to school. You'll wear the diapers everywhere, just like you've been doing." "I don't wear the special underpants anymore?" "Nope. Tina, you'll have to start getting up earlier since you'll need more time in the morning to change your brother's diapers." "Okay," she agreed with the new schedule, "that's fine." "At least I'll now know that Randy will be wearing his diapers in school-- and using them." "What'll those pants look like on me?" I asked. "You'll find out tomorrow morning," mom said as she folded them back up. "Help me bring in the groceries." While I was in just my diapers, Mom made me go outside to the car to help her haul in the groceries. It wasn't the first time I had been outside in only my diapers, but I was always afraid that someone may be watching or just happen to be looking down our driveway as they passed by. Our road carried a lot of bicycle and pedestrian traffic as I learned earlier in the summer when I was mowing the lawn in my diapers. The rest of the evening passed with eating dinner, watching some TV and getting caught up on an overdue reading assignment for which I was really not in the mood for doing. Tina gave me one last diaper change before I went to bed. She decided to have me try out the new stuff, "to break it in," as she put it. The new diapers felt just as thick as they looked and the plastic pants were not the least bit shy to rise up so high on my waist. They also had a stronger waistband as they felt tighter around me. They had that smell of newness, the look and feel of "virgin" plastic pants. Mom must have looked for the biggest and thickest diapers she could find because these were no light-duty diapers. They, too, were in a virgin state-- pure, untarnished white fabric that would become softer with washing but dingier with wear. Tina demonstrated her consistency in her diapering abilities by ensuring that I was very well-padded all around as she did not compensate for the thicker diapers by having me wear fewer diapers. The plastic pants, even as big as they were, were filled out to their capacity with little slack or looseness. Never before had I worn such thick diapers. I felt even more like a baby by having my legs kept spread apart so much by the enormous diapers. They weren't so large as to be a sort of a self-parody as if I were dressing as a baby for Halloween, but the diapers were indeed, very prominent, enough for Tina to get a candid picture of me wearing them. "This ought to look good in the photo album," she remarked. I had conflicting thoughts running through my mind. I was savoring the feeling of wearing new diapers and walking around in them, gradually breaking them in with each move I made in them and, ultimately, the anticipation of breaking them in with their first wetting or messing. I was also having to deal with the unsettling thought of having to go to school like this. Everybody knew that I had a wetting accident in class, and now they were all going to see me wearing these incredibly, perhaps excessively thick diapers. I could only imagine what everyone would think as I entered the classroom wearing such big, baggy pants . It made for a difficult night's sleep. Friday morning came at last. Tina got me up early so that she could have time to change me out of my wet and dirty diapers and put clean ones on me, now that she had to diaper me before school in addition to other times of the day. "It looks like these new diapers will last you awhile," Tina commented during my early morning diaper change. "Mom did good to get you these!" Tina asked me if I wanted to take the squirt gun with me so that I could nail Darrell. I explained to her that this was the last day I could have any chance of doing it since Darrell's friend Scott would be off of lunch-hour detention in his classroom next week. She handed me the bottle I used to pee into before transferring the contents to the gun. She had me do it in my room, standing above my wet diapers sitting on the floor to catch any drips or spills. She didn't want mom to catch me in the bathroom like she nearly did the other morning, though she let me go in there to wash my hands after she had me re- diapered. I didn't have much pee left in my bladder since much of it had been emptied into the diaper, so I wasn't able to fill the squirt gun as much as I would have liked, but I was still able to get enough to do the job if I added just a little water to the squirt gun's reservoir. Having no pants on, I had to smuggle the gun out with me by sticking it under my arm and hoping my mom wouldn't notice it. I hid it again underneath the couch cushion where I planned to retrieve it just before I left for school. I had to wait until I was downstairs and had eaten my breakfast before I could put my pants on since mom had left them down there overnight. Mom fetched them from the washroom and handed them to me along with my lunch. The tags were still on them and I had to pull them off. Even without the tags, they were obviously brand new and needed a few washings to show any wear, like my diapers. I had trouble getting my pants to fit over my diapers and mom had to help pull them up over me. At least an inch of the diapers was still exposed above the pants, and my shirts only offered little help since they were barely long enough to cover the top of my pants when I was standing straight up. "Mom!" I exclaimed. "My diapers are still showing!" "That's as high as your pants go, and besides, there's not much we can do about now.," mom said. I just had to make sure I didn't drop anything or have to tie my shoe or do anything that would require bending down. Mom also gave me one more thing to take to school. It was a note that I was to give to Mr. Hines so that I could be excused when needed so that I could get my diapers changed. Mom then pointed out that she put a couple changes of diapers and a pair of plastic pants in my book bag, which left little room for my books. There was also a container of powder included. "I'll get you a bigger bag," mom explained as she saw me struggling to get my books crammed in there. I could barely zip it shut once it was all in there, a miracle in itself. It was almost bursting at the seams. I put my coat on and started to head for the door when I realized that I had almost forgotten the squirt gun, stashed away in the couch! I walked over there, acting like I "thought I had left a book on the couch," as I explained to mom. "I didn't see one over there," mom said. "It was a library book that I wanted to return," I lied. "I think it's in my room." "Don't worry about it now. If it's overdue I'll pay the fine. You'd better get going or you'll miss the bus!" With the squirt gun nicely hidden in my coat pocket I headed out the door and caught up with Tina in the pouring rain that came down that morning. She had the umbrella and I didn't want to get wet, getting wet from the rain, that is, not my diapers. "What did you have to go back for?" she asked me as I ran up to her. "I almost forgot the damn squirt gun!" I said, panting from running. "Oh, yeah, good thing you didn't leave it," she said. "What would you say to mom?" "I don't know. Tell her it's for show-and-tell? I would hope that she didn't find out I peed into it first." "You're in diapers, Randy, so she might think I did it, though I would never do such a thing," Tina remarked. We quickly walked to our bus stop which was now at the corner where the new subdivision was being built. It made for a longer walk than what we had been used to in years past when we could catch the bus right out on front of the house. My bus arrived first, luckily, since Tina would have taken the umbrella with her if her bus had pulled up first. Nobody on the bus seemed to notice or even care that I was wearing such large pants and they seemed to ignore the "roomy" sound they made from being so baggy. As I sat down on the seat I felt the bulky layers press against me. I felt very self-conscious knowing that anyone who did notice and cared enough to comment on it probably would. Only when I got to school would I find out. Once I was off the bus and walking to my class everyone seemed to notice. There was no way I could possibly conceal the bulge all around me. Everyone was calling me names, most of them in some variation of "pants-wetter" or something with the word "diaper". They were all laughing at me for wearing such prominently thick diapers underneath such prominently baggy pants! I was quite an attraction as everyone saw me walking, trying to look natural as I had to do so in spite of having diapers running between my legs and all over my rear and frontal areas. Anyone who didn't see me could at least hear the other kids talking and laughing about it, which only drew more attention. All I did was keep walking, stoically trying not to show any sign of being embarrassed, but my face must have glowed red like the embers of a low fire and it felt just as hot. I walked straight to class and sat down. In the classroom I was approached by several kids who all said about the same things to me as the others did outside as I walked from the bus. I didn't know how to respond as there was little to say. I could not lie and say that I wasn't wearing diapers since it was quite visually obvious that I was. I was most bothered by people who asked me why I wet my pants. I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. I wished I had known when we were moving so I could count down the days. Mr. Hines came in shortly before the bell rang and ordered everyone to be quiet at once. After he got the class settled and had us grade each others' homework he called me up to his desk. I happened to have the note in my pocket and gave it to him. He took me out into the hall and talked to me about what was going on. "I see your parents have taken quite a drastic measure to handle this problem," he said as tactfully as he could. "I received a message from your parents this morning about it." At that time I gave him the note that explained that I needed to be allowed to be changed whenever necessary. He then told me that I was free to get up at any time when and if I decided I needed to be changed. He even escorted me down to the nurse's office and talked to the nurse about the situation. Mr. Hines really was very compassionate and understanding with me, and I knew I would miss him when I moved to another school. After that we returned to class. Of course everyone was unruly and screwing off, throwing paper airplanes, having spitwad fights, paper strewn all over the floor, even the garbage can was tipped over. The whole classroom was a mess.! "Everybody get this place cleaned up now!" Mr. Hines shouted. You will all miss recess because of this!" It wasn't a good morning as Mr. Hines was in a bad mood from what had happened while he was out of the classroom. I knew he wasn't mad at me, but I still felt bad because it was me that required him to leave the room, thus causing the rest of the class to misbehave. During the class period I needed to go to the bathroom, but I wasn't going to be using the bathroom anymore. Having diapers on, I was able to wet right into them in the middle of class, though it wasn't easy to do with all the other kids sitting around me. I had to hope that nobody knew I was wetting since I couldn't keep my head down at my desk and continue writing while peeing. This was a skill I needed to work on since the classroom environment was not conducive to peeing in my diapers. I pretended to be looking up at the ceiling as if I were stopping to think, which I was, just not about the assignment. The recess bell rang and some of the kids started to get up anyway, only for Mr. Hines to remind them that their recess was canceled. They let out an "aww" in unison and sat back down. Mr. Hines didn't even permit talking during the recess period. After sitting there for about five minutes I got up and walked up to Mr. Hines, asking him if I could go get changed. He told me that I could and added that I did not need to ask him each time as he had already told me this morning. I walked over to grab my bag. While I was picking it up I heard one of the kids shout out, "Hey! Why does *he* get to leave?" Then another kid joined in. "He's getting his *diapers* changed!" The whole class erupted in laughter, only to be quieted again by Mr. Hines. I knew that it would seem like a long time between now and when I left this school as long as the teasing kept up. I went into the nurse's office and nervously approached the secretary. "May I help you, young man?" "I need to see the nurse," I explained. "Okay, just have a seat, she'll be right in," I was told. I sat down and looked around the office, staring at the clock and looking at the other little details about the office that I would otherwise not pay attention to. What I was paying most of my attention to was the wetness in my diapers. I had such a hard time adjusting to the feeling of wearing diapers in a school environment. I had sat here in this office before, waiting for the principal to scold me, but this time the circumstances were different. I knew I wasn't in trouble, but I was just as uncomfortable and anxious. About five minutes passed before the nurse came back in and took me back into the little room where she treated the kids. "So you're Randy," she started. "Uh huh," I replied nervously. "So you're here for diaper changes?" I didn't even say anything, I just nodded. "Okay, take your pants off and get up on the table," she instructed me. I felt even more awkward now, having to partially undress in front of one of the school staff members. She was younger than I had expected, , so it was hard to think of her as my mother or the nurse at the doctor's office who was approaching retirement age. The school nurse, in fact, reminded me of one of my older cousins. I crawled up on the cold, leather-like surface of the table and lay down. I couldn't help but to watch what she did as she removed my plastic pants and my diapers from my bag. I still felt like no ice had been broken between the nurse and I, so I shyly asked her a question. "Does anyone else have to do this?" I asked her. "No, I'm the only nurse here," she said as she pulled the wet diaper layers out of my crotch. Apparently she didn't understand my question, which I phrased somewhat evasively to avoid mentioning the word "diaper". I re-worded my question and asked her again, "I mean, are there other kids in the school who go through this?" "Oh yes, of course. I think you are my oldest, though. Most of the kids I take care of are kindergartners and first and second graders." "Any fifth graders?" I asked. "Nope, you're the only one I have." It was hardly reassuring to know that I was the only fifth grader in the entire school that came to the nurse for diaper changes. Knowing that other kids who wore them were all in the lower grades was not much consolation, either. Just as the nurse finished putting my diapers back on I heard the recess bell ring. After I pulled up my plastic pants and my jeans I grabbed my wet diapers and put them back in my school bag in a large plastic bag and twist-tied it shut. I just hoped they wouldn't start smelling later in the day. I returned to the classroom, knowing that when I walked in everyone would be staring at me. Sure enough, all eyes followed me as I walked over to the other side of the room to hang my bag up. I heard one kid going "Randy wears dia- pers! Randy wears dia-pers!" Soon others joined in, but not for long. "I guess we'll miss lunch, too, class!" Mr. Hines threatened. "Awww!" groaned the whole class. "Then let's not hear another word!" Mr. Hines ordered. "Wait a minute!" one boy said, standing up to speak his piece. "We're all getting in trouble because of Randy!" "Yeah, Randy's getting all the attention because he wears *diapers!*," said one of the girls. "You two are staying in for lunch!" Mr. Hines shouted. Now I felt threatened. It was because of me that the other kids were getting in trouble, and some of these kids were not above the idea of going after me and beating me up. I was quickly finding my way to the top of a lot of people's shitlists. The apparent preferential treatment that Mr. Hines seemed to be giving me was no help, either. I had to sit back and think that this would all pass in just a few weeks, hopefully. I didn't even want to announce to anyone that I was moving. I figured that if anyone knew where I was moving to and figured out what school I went to, chances were good that word would get around at the other school, too. By the time lunch hour came around I was quite hungry. I went straight to the table where I met with Joey. "Where were you at recess?" he asked. "I had to get changed," I explained. "Changed? As in dia--" "Yes, as in...," I said, stopping him from saying the word "diaper." "Are you wearing them now?" he asked. "Take a look at my pants," I told him. "That ought to tell ya!" "What's wrong?" he asked. "The whole damn school knows about it!" "So why don't you stop wearing them?" "My mom is making me wear them now! Boy, will I be glad when I move!" "What if you have to wear them to the other school?" "Hopefully I won't have to. Maybe I can re-negotiate terms with my parents! I'm so sick of everyone teasing me!" Seconds later two kids walked by and called me "diaper pants". "See what I mean?" I told Joey. "Why do I have to wear them here, at school?! I only wanted to wear them at home!" After I vented my feelings to Joey a little more I settled down and started eating my lunch. Just as we were getting up from the table we saw Darrell walk into the bathroom. Almost like clockwork, he went in there at about the same time each day. "Do you have your squirt gun?" he asked me. "I do, let's go get him!" THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 22 ------------------------- Joey and I saw Darrell walk into the bathroom and went in right behind him. Fortunately, there was nobody else in the bathroom or even around it. Even better was the fact that Darrell had gone into a stall, which was essential for my little trick. He had gotten himself seated on the toilet as I went into the adjacent stall. I just had to hope he wouldn't recognize my shoes as they were the same ones I had worn before when we were friends. He had his pants pulled down, the crotch of them perfectly exposed and ready for me to aim at my target. Meanwhile, Joey was standing silently just off to the side waiting for my cue, which was a sniffing sound, which would sound natural and subtle enough that Darrell wouldn't notice it. I thought of coughing, but that may have given my voice, and Darrell would have recognized it. Now was the time. I made my sniffing sound and Joey came over to Darrell's stall and knocked on the door. "Use another stall, you punk!" he shouted. Joey started jostling the door to get Darrell's attention and distract him even more. "Hey, just who the hell are you out there?!" I hoped that Darrell wasn't looking down as I delivered my attack! I aimed the squirt gun right for his pants and got them as wet as I could and as quickly as I could. Joey had already made a quick exit from the restroom. My heart was racing at what felt like 200 beats a minute as I knew what a chance I was taking. I quickly fled from the stall as I heard Darrell pulling his pants back up. Just before I got to the door, I heard him yell, "what the hell? Shit!" Joey and I ran back to an empty table and sat down just to watch what would happen as Darrell left the bathroom. I did a pretty good job on his pants as they did look like he had wet them. Even better was the fact that others noticed it, too. "What's with the wet spot, Darrell?" one kid pointed out to him. "It's water!" he said defensively. "Sure it is, Darrell, sure it is. You and Randy ought to hang out together!" "Shut up!" he yelled at them. Darrell just stood there and looked bewildered, wondering how he wet his pants. He acted as if he thought he had really wet them. He walked out of the lunch room as quickly as he could. I wish I had known where he was headed. I was afraid he might figure it out that I was behind the whole scheme. Joey and I quickly got up and followed him. He was walking with his hands over the front of his pants. He didn't realize until it was too late that this gesture was just as obvious as the wet spot itself. Kids were laughing at him and pointing at him. He must have been really embarrassed. It turned out he was headed to the office to call his mom. I wish I could have gone in there to listen to what was being said between them. I really wanted to know what his mom's reaction would be. Knowing his mom, she would have scolded him for "wetting" his pants. Meanwhile I had my own stigma to deal with, the fact that I was a *real* pants wetter and suffered the same humiliation that I made Darrell suffer. It's always the worst when people just find out about it and spread it around the school. I would always be known at this school for wetting my pants, but at least I had an escape, a chance to wipe my slate clean once I started going to the other school across town. Following lunch, I sat through the next class period before recess thinking about the fact that I had gotten away with my little stunt! It was a success! I was still nervous about the possibility that Darrell could still figure things out. I mean, there were others in the restroom at the time of the incident. Had I been able to pull the stunt off without having to distract Darrell, he may have never known how he wet his pants. I knew that I had really played with his mind. Even better was the fact that I ruined his reputation, not that he was a really popular kid in the first place. As Joey and I walked around the playground on the afternoon recess we noticed that Darrell was wearing a different pair of pants. Apparently his mother had brought them to him. He was also approached by several kids who were teasing him about wetting his pants. It was enough to make me laugh. Many of these kids were the same ones that teased me about my problem. In fact, a lot of them kept saying that he and I should be friends again since we both had something in common. Darrell kept getting on the defensive with everyone as he kept telling them all to shut up. Of course they didn't. I knew that I would create a lot of trouble for him when I did this. I got my money's worth out of my well-planned operation. Towards the end of recess I saw Darrell and Scott sitting in the shade at the corner of the building. I didn't want them to see Joey and I. We sneaked up to the corner and hid around it and listened in on them. "Was there anyone else in the bathroom?" Scott was asking Darrell as I got close enough to listen. "Yeah, there was. Some kid was knocking on the door while I was taking a dump. I heard him and another kid running out after I told them to knock it off!" "Do you know who it was?" "Yeah, I think I do, and he's gonna be awfully, awfully sorry!" "You mean, Randy?" "Who else would do such a thing? Randy's the only one who knew I was a bedwetter, before I told you, so who else would think of such a thing, especially since Randy likes to wear diapers! Besides, it wasn't until after I heard that kid knocking on the door that I discovered that someone made my pants look wet. I ain't stupid! He must have used a squirt gun or something and had someone else distract me while he did it!" "What are you going to do, Darrell? Kick his ass?" "I dunno, but whatever I do, it won't be here, here at school, that is. I know where Randy lives because he used to be my friend." "Oh, shit!" I thought. "When are you going to get back at him?" Darrell asked. "I'll wait until he's probably forgotten all about it. I know I'll be just as mad at him by then. Maybe Halloween would be a good time. That gives me time to plan, anyway." Joey and I stayed for about another minute and then took off. The bell was ready to ring anyway. As I got back to class, I felt distracted from my studies again. Before recess I was so excited over thinking what a success my plan had come off. Now that Darrell had figured out that I was probably the one responsible I was worried that he might come after me at my house. Had I not been listening in I would have probably been caught completely off guard. Still, I didn't know just what he would do to me or when. Would he come over to my house late at night and do his dirty deed, or would he stake out my house and wait until I was in a vulnerable position? Perhaps he would enlist others in his scheme. Now I really wished we would move, now, that way his plan would be foiled by the fact that my family and I would not be there anymore. Perhaps other people would move in and he would be awfully embarrassed to discover that he attacked the wrong people! He did mention that he wanted to wait and plan it out before doing it. Halloween was a little over a month away still. I figured that this was the day he would strike. I hoped that Darrell wouldn't try anything while I was headed to the bus. I didn't even see him, luckily. I did see other kids who were still looking at me and laughing over my big pants and the thick diapers underneath them. Unlike this morning, the kids on the bus now knew about it and crowded around me in spire of the fact that the bus driver yelled at them and told them to remain seated. Joey, who was riding home with me today, was also getting his share of comments from other kids. "I don't wear diapers," he told them in a quiet voice. "That's not what we heard!" said one kid, Anthony. He was just making a joke of it, but Joey thought that somebody found out that he did and actually ended up giving himself away in his defensiveness. "How do you know? I don't wear them to school!" "But you do wear them, right?" Joey just sat there silently and ignored Anthony and his friends. "He does! He just said he doesn't wear them at school! I'll betcha he'll put them on when he gets home!" "Yeah, let's get off at his stop and follow him home!" "This isn't even my bus," Joey said. "Oh, so did you miss the *babies' bus*, or something, wittle Joweey?" Anthony continued to tease him. "No, I'm going home with my friend, Randy," he explained. "Oh, so you and Randy are gonna play around in your diapers after school, I see." Anthony then turned his attention to me. "I know *you* wear diapers, Randy, let's see them! I can tell you got them on!" "Then you don't need to see them," I said. "Yeah I do, I wanna see what your mommy makes you wear to school!" Anthony then reached over to me and pulled up on my shirt and revealing the topmost portion of my diaper. "Don't touch me!, you jerk!" I shouted. "Hey everybody! Come look at Randy's diapers!" the bullying kid shouted. "Knock it off!" I demanded. "Isth widdle Wandy gonna cwy?" Anthony teased some more in a mocking baby- talk voice. I knew there was going to be no stop to his teasing and tormenting, but fortunately the bus driver saw what was going on around Joey and I and pulled the bus over to the side of the road. The bus driver saw what was going on and immediately stopped the bus. "I want you all to stop it!" the bus driver said as he came back and shouted at the offending kids. "Why don't you two come sit up front," he suggested to us. We heeded his suggestion and took the seat directly behind him. An unwritten rule of riding a school bus was not to sit directly behind the driver as this was a sign of weakness, that you wanted to stay close to the bus driver so nobody would hurt you. "Widdle Wandy and Joweey can't take it, huh?" Anthony said as we transferred ourselves to the very front seat. This was followed by a round of laughter from the back half of the bus. As we sat behind the bus driver, there were two girls sitting in the seat across the aisle from us. They looked at us for a second, and then one of them whispered to the other. They were both giggling and pointing at my pants. No matter where I went, everybody knew that I wore diapers and that Joey was also "suspected" of wearing them. I was glad to see Anthony get off the bus when he did. On his way up the aisle, he stopped next to me, took a whiff and said, "better get those diapers changed when you get home, Wandy!" He then ran out the bus door and stood at the curb laughing and pointing. I could hear him chanting "Randy wears dia-pers! Randy wears dia-pers!" The two girls continued giggling again. One of them even asked me to show her my diapers, but I ignored her. As I got up from my seat, my shirt had ridden up enough to expose my diapers. The girl said "your diaper's showing!" I was so glad to get off the bus that day. I was more glad to be home from school and not having to go back until Monday. Joey and I got off at my bus stop and walked to my house. We talked about the bullying kid on the walk home. "You're lucky you're moving, you know," Joey said to me. "What am I going to do when you move and everyone is laughing at me?" "I guess start wearing diapers to school so you're not lying, or you can just tell your mom you won't wear them at school." "I don't think I have a choice. I'm down to my last two Goodnites and I know I'll use them tonight. And after that, my mom's making me wear diapers for good, school and all! The kids will laugh me even more!" "It's too late for you now, and I know what you're going through. I wanted to wear diapers, and my mom found out I was wearing them, so now I have to wear them all the time, even to school, and your mom's going to make you wear them, too." "Why can't we just wear them at home, anywhere but school?" "Maybe our parents make us wear them to school so we'll want to stop wearing them," I surmised. "Has it made you want to stop?" he asked. "No. A lot of kids didn't like me, anyway, so I really didn't have much to lose, although now I have a reputation for being a diaper-wearer." "That's kind of how I feel about the other kids. They don't want to be my friend and they think I'm weird. Now they think I'm even weirder. I just liked wearing diapers when I had to wear them, even though I was a bedwetter, and I still like to wear them." "Maybe you can stay over tonight," I offered. "That way Tina can diaper you like she does me and you can get used to wearing real diapers, instead of those Goodnites." "I'll have to ask my mom if I can stay over." "Okay, can you call her at my house?" "Yeah, I'll call her." Joey and I were both thirsty when we got to my house, so I offered him a drink. I grabbed two sixteen-ounce bottles of the pop that we had. We walked through the living room and saw Tina sitting in the chair going over what I presumed was her homework. She saw Joey and greeted him. After I set my book bag in my room we went back downstairs, taking out of it the wet diaper from school and carrying it downstairs with me. Joey got on the phone and called his mom. While he was talking to her I asked my mom if he could stay over tonight. "That's fine. You don't have a lot of homework do you?" "Nope! Got the whole weekend free!" "I wish I could say that!" Tina groaned. I was holding the plastic bag with the wet diaper in it as mom asked me to hand it to her. "I see you used your diaper today," she said. "Just drop your diapers in the wash room when you get home from school." Joey got off the phone and told me he could stay over tonight. "Cool!" I said. "But I have to go back to my place and be there when my mom gets home." "Okay. We probably won't have dinner until 7:00 or so anyway." "She wants you to come along, too," he added. "Why?" "I don't know, but you were probably planning to come anyway, weren't you?" "Yeah, if my mom lets me." "Yes, Randy, you may go to Joey's," mom said, "but just be back by dinner time." Joey expected his mom to be home at around 5:00, so he and I left early enough to get to his house in time. Tina changed me before I left and I was in much of a need for a changing as I wet my diaper while I was on the bus when the bad kid was tormenting Joey and me. We got to Joey's house before 5:00, but his mom was already home early from her work and was waiting for him. Joey had told me that his mom sounded serious when she asked him to be home at that time. I was nervous, thinking that maybe Joey had gotten into trouble. "Oh, good, Randy's with you," she said when we came through the door. She really wanted me to be here with Joey, but I still didn't know why. "I need you to help Joey with something before he goes over to your house for the night," she told me. "Sure," I obliged. "I don't mind helping out, what do you need me to do?" "You'll find out," she answered as she turned to Joey. THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 23 ------------------------- "I saw that you were down to two of your Goodnites," his mom said to Joey. "Since Randy's here, he can help you use them up." That explained why she wanted me here. "I want both of you to put one on and stay here until you use them." "Why, mom?" Joey asked. "You'll find out. Now get in there and put your Goodnites on," Joey's mom ordered him. "You too, Randy." "But I'm already diapered, Diane," I told Joey's mom. "Yes, that is quite obvious, Randy, but I need you to help Joey use up his Goodnites for him. You can out your other diaper back on after you've used it." "What's going on, mom?" Joey asked her. "If you boys haven't figured it out yet, I decided to make this Joey's first weekend in diapers-- the first of many, many weekends, I might add. I told him that when he uses up his Goodnites, he'll *really* get to wear diapers. Now do your friend a favor, Randy, and help him use up his Goodnites." I followed Joey into his bedroom and stood in front of him, removing the diaper, first with the plastic pants, then off went each layer of the diaper. Joey had already put on his Goodnites when he handed me the other pair, his very last one. I slipped it on and walked around in it. As I had been wearing my own diapers non-stop for so long now, the Goodnites felt so much thinner, like they were just regular underpants. I felt naked wearing them, although I knew I was still covered adequately. I put my pants back on, or tried to at least. As they were fitted for wearing with my regular diapers, they were unable to fit when worn over the Goodnites, which were comparatively much thinner. I had no choice but to leave my pants off and go out in front of Joey's mom in just the Goodnites and the shirt I was wearing. I was used to wearing just diapers and a shirt, anyway, so it really wasn't any big deal. Joey had put his pants back on which seemed to still fit him okay. We went back out to the kitchen, where his mom immediately told him to take his pants back off. "And gather up the rest of your pants, too," his mom further instructed him. "Why do you want my pants?" "Because they're no good anymore. They will no longer fit you. Get your underwear, too. Before you do, I want you two to each drink some water to-- let's say-- speed up the process!" She had a large pitcher with two glasses that she had set out. Joey poured a glass for me and then one for himself. We each sat there and drank the water as we were told. As the pitcher was still half-full, there was enough for another glass for each of us. I couldn't swallow another drop by the time I finished off the second, large glass of water, adding to the sixteen ounces of pop that we each drank earlier. "Okay, now get your clothes, Joey; Randy, you help him," his mom told me. As I went through Joey's underwear drawer, I saw that he had had accidents in them a time or two. "From the looks of your underwear, you could use some diapers," I told him. I thought about how similar this treatment was to the way my mom handled matters when she initially put me into a full-time diapering routine. The way mom approved of having me come over here sounded like she had something to do with this, as if she had told Joey's mom ahead of time. I stacked up his underwear and put it in the cardboard box that his mom has provided us. Joey was right behind me with his pants. "Thank you, boys. Now I want you two to come with me while I run down to the thrift store to drop your clothes off." Just as his mom had thrown everything into a box and headed out the door with it, she turned to us and told us a couple more things. "If you think you can use the bathroom any more, take a look at the door." She then pointed to it to direct our attention to the door. "Get up and take a close look at it, Joey," his mom told him. We both got up and walked over to the bathroom to find that the knob had a keyhole, a lot like the bathroom doors at our house. Joey tried to turn the knob, only to find out that it was locked. "That's right, it's *locked!* Your dad put it in this morning before he left for work. We'll talk about when you can go in there and what you'll be allowed to do in there later." The lock on the bathroom door! I knew that my mom must have talked to Joey's mom and gave her ideas because there were a lot of similarities in the way the issue was dealt with. I still had my underwear, however, and I wasn't told to drink excess water or take laxatives. Maybe it was just standard procedure for a mom to take away her boy's pants and underwear and put locks on all the bathroom doors when she discovers he wants to wear diapers. I would have liked to have seen it suggested in some parenting magazine, though it was highly improbable. "Okay, get in the car," his mom told us as she picked up the box of what used to be Joey's pants and underwear, now being taken away from him. Right now, he had nothing more to wear but the one pair of Goodnites that his mom told him to put on. The car was parked out in the driveway in full view, and Joey and I had to walk to it in just our Goodnites and the shirts that we were wearing. As luck would have it, Joey's neighbor Kristi was walking by. "Hi there, Joey!" the girl said. She looked to be about Tina's age, maybe a year older. "Nice underpants!" I was embarrassed and I was sure that Joey felt the same way. I tried to get in the car, but his mom had locked the doors and she was still up at the front door locking it, so we had no choice but to stand there and wait for his mom to unlock the car. Kristi was still standing there looking at us, making a keen observation about our "underpants". "Wait, those are diapers!" she said. "Are you wearing diapers now, Joey? I'll just call you 'Joey the Diaper Boy!'" Just as Joey's mom came up to the car carrying the box, Kristi greeted her. "How are you, Diane?" "I'm fine, and you?" "Just passing by," she smiled. As mom sat the box down on the hood of the car Kristi looked to see that there was boys' underwear stacked in it. The box then fell onto the ground with several pairs of Joey's underwear spilling out of it while mom was getting the car door unlocked. She mumbled some profanity that I couldn't hear. "I'll help you pick those up," Kristi offered. She walked over to the box and started picking up each pair of underwear, noting that many of them had brown stains in the seat. "I can see why he's wearing diapers now," Kristi said as she folded each pair. "Don't worry about folding them," mom told her. "just toss them in." In the meantime, mom still had not yet unlocked the doors and Joey and I were still standing out there with just our Goodnites and our shirts on. We heard two boys laugh as they walked by behind us. Most likely we were the subject of their amusement. "Thanks, Kristi," mom said as she repacked the box. "And you might as well get used to seeing Joey in diapers from now on". Kristi waved goodbye to us as mom got in the car and opened the door on the other side for us. "Lay these towels down to sit on," his mom told us. Joey took the front seat while I sat in the back." "Mom?" Joey asked his mom. "Why did you tell Kristi that?" "Tell her what?" "That she should get used to seeing me in diapers?" "Because she will. She's caught you out there in the back yard in your underwear plenty of times, now she'll just have to get used to seeing you in your underwear all the time, if you know what I mean by 'underwear'." We went for about a mile or so and stopped at the thrift store downtown. "Just wait right here," his mom said as she took the box of pants and underwear in with her. While I was sitting there I could feel my bladder ready to burst. I asked Joey how he was doing. "I really gotta pee!" "Looks like you'll have to do it here in the car, in your Goodnites!" "I'm about ready to," he said. About a minute later he told me that he was wetting his diaper now. I couldn't stand it any longer and decided to relieve myself. I felt the warm pee fill the diaper and soak it all over. As I continued to wet I could tell that the diaper was getting saturated and was starting to leak onto the towel I was sitting on. I realized that as I was sitting there in a wet pair of Goodnites that there was nothing I could do until I got back to Joey's house. I had no pants to put on and I didn't have any diapers to change into. I was stuck wearing a wet diaper for awhile as was Joey. "I'm still wetting," Joey said. "It's leaking, too!" Joey's mom came back to the car about ten minutes after we had gotten to the thrift shop. She opened the door and looked at the wetness on the towel underneath Joey. "You've wet them, I see," his mom said. "We got the towels all wet," he said. "You won't need to worry about towels after this," his mom said. The next stop was the medical supply store, where I presumed Tony was getting his diapers. Again we had to sit in the car and wait, our diapers begging to be changed now. The car started to smell of urine. His mom was right out with a large bag in her hand. She opened the back door and set the bag on the back seat next to me. As we headed back to Joey's I took a peek inside the bag. All I could see was several layers of white cotton fabric folded and wrapped inside of plastic. I could also see the waistbands of several pairs of plastic pants which were all made the same translucent material as mine were. "How are your diapers holding out?" his mom asked us. "I need to change," Joey said. "We'll take care of that when we get back home," his mom said. "How about you, Randy?" "I'm soaked," I answered shyly. "You can change back into your regular diapers when we get back." Just as we pulled in Kristi was out front with one of her friends. "Can we pull into the garage?" Joey asked his mom. "Sure, if you want to get out and move all of dad's projects first," his mom answered sarcastically. "I don't want Kristi to laugh at me again." "She'll get used to seeing you in your diapers, I told you." We got out of the car and ran to the front door. I saw Kristi in the distance pointing at us and laughing with her friend. Joey's mom opened the door and let us back in. I went straight to Joey's room and took off the heavily-soaked Goodnites. While I was busy laying the diapers out on the bed I was buck-naked as Joey and his mom walked into his bedroom. I sat down on the stack of diapers and pulled them up my sides the best I could, ensuring that they were as tight as I could get them. I had trouble getting them pinned into place, but I managed to do it. They still didn't feel the same as when Tina put them on me, though. Joey had since then taken his very last Goodnites off of him and stood on the floor naked as his mom picked up both pairs of Goodnites. "Well, that's the last of these," she commented as she carried then out of the room and, presumably, to the trash. She came back in with the bag of diapers and another towel that she laid on his bed. She told Joey to lie on the towel. I just sat in the corner and watched. His mom then got out the diapers and unfolded them. She grabbed four of them and put them together. She told Joey to lift his bottom up while she slid the pile underneath him. She then pulled them into his crotch as tightly as she could and brought up each side. She fastened each side securely with three pins each. Lastly, she picked up one of the pairs of plastic pants and unfolded it in front of Joey. As its crotch dropped down, the plastic pants revealed their size. They always appeared too big-- certainly much bigger than any pair of underwear he had ever worn-- but they had to be as big as they were to fit over the diapers that he had just gotten put on him. His mom handed them to him and told him to slip them on. He got up and pulled his plastic pants into place. His mom went around him and stuffed the top of his diapers into the plastic pants and then gave them a firm yank on the waistband to ensure they were in place. "That's it," his mom said. "You'd better get used to this, too, you know." She then left the room. I grabbed my pants and put them on since I expected us to be going back to my place soon. It then occurred to me that Joey's mom had not bought him any pants to wear. "Your mom didn't get you any pants," I said. "No! She didn't!" He then ran out of the room. "Moooommm!" I followed him out to the living room. "You didn't get me any pants!" "They didn't have the size I needed at the thrift store. It's the weekend, anyway. You're not going anywhere besides Randy's, anyway. I'll check for some tomorrow. I may have to buy you some new ones." "So I'm going to be in just my diapers until then?" "That's what it looks like, Joey. I'll run you two back over." Once again we were walking out to the car. While I at least had pants on to cover my diapers, Joey was just as vulnerable as ever since he was now wearing his real diapers, and they were just as thick as mine! Kristi was still in the yard, looking and now really laughing now that Joey was so heavily diapered now. She shouted, "there's Joey the Diaper Boy!" Her friend repeated her: "hi, Joey the Diaper Boy!" I almost wanted to take my pants off just so Joey wouldn't feel so alone, but I didn't want to get laughed at, either. Joey and I took our seats in the car and waited for Joey's mom. I just sat there and watched the girls playing in the yard next door, hoping they wouldn't walk over to us. It seemed to be taking Joey's mom forever to get out to the car. After about six or seven minutes she came to the car carrying several diapers and plastic pants all folded up. She opened the back car door opposite of me and set the stack on the seat. On the drive back to my house I picked up one of the diapers and examined it. I always liked the smell and feel of brand new diapers, so I picked on up and held it to my face, smelling the virgin fabric. I looked up to the front of the car and could see Joey's mom looking at me in the rearview mirror. Embarrassed, I set the diaper down and just sat there for the remainder of the drive to my house. As we got back to my house, Joey's mom picked up the diapers and carried them up to the house. His mom greeted my mom at the door and handed her the diapers. "Here's Joey's diapers, I'm sure you know the routine quite well," she told my mom. "Believe me, I do." "I never thought I'd have to worry about diapers until I had grandchildren," Joey's mom quipped. "Aren't we so fortunate?" mom remarked sarcastically. Mom handed Joey his diapers and told him to take them up to my room. Mom also had me take my pants off so that they could be washed, though I wouldn't get them back until Monday morning. I followed Joey up the stairs, watching the plastic pants crinkling on his padded bottom with each step he took. He set the diapers on the floor next to my desk. Tina was in her room listening to the radio. As she heard us come out of my room she came to the door and greeted us. "Hi guys," she said. "So I'm changing two of you tonight?" "Yeah, Joey's diapers are in my room next to my desk," I informed her. "Do you need to be changed?" "No, we just went not too long ago." Tina then looked down and noticed that my diaper was not on very securely. The sides were pinned unevenly and it was sagging beneath my plastic pants. "Who put these diapers on you?" "I did," I explained. "Why?" "They sure aren't on very tight. When did you put them on?" "Joey's mom had me take it off so that I could wear one of Joey's Goodnites to help him use them up so his mom could put him into real diapers," I explained. "And I take it you did, in fact help him?" "Oh yeah, I soaked the whole thing." "The way you wet, Randy, you need all the protection you can get, so let me re-pin that diaper for you." Tina sent me into my room, where she took out the pins and pulled off the diapers to re-orient them. She then wrapped all four thick layers around me and pinned them tightly, stretching them across my stomach. I felt her working each pin into place, doing it ever so expertly. She handed me my plastic pants and told us she would check on us for changing in a couple of hours or so. Joey and I went back downstairs and saw mom cleaning out the cupboards in the washroom, getting rid of old containers and setting stuff aside for the upcoming moving sale. "Does Joey have any pants to wear?" mom asked. "Not now. His mom took his old pants away and didn't buy him any new ones." "Oh, well, we're probably not going anywhere, anyway. He'll be okay like that, just like you." Dad came home from work and saw Joey and I just sitting around in our diapers. He just shook his head indifferently and muttered, "oh well, so they want to be babies". I was hoping that this would be a fun night for Joey and I, but dad out us to work helping him move some stuff in his shop. "But dad, Joey's spending the night!" I whined. Dad looked at me straight into my eyes. "Look, I'm not asking you to bust your butt, I just need you two to help me move some stuff, just a little cooperation, you here me, boy?" "Yes, dad." I knew that the best thing to so was not to argue with dad. If he said "you here me, boy," it meant he was serious and not to push the issue farther. Joey and I spent about the next half hour carrying coffee cans full of rusty nails and several boxes of assorted odds and ends. Joey felt awkward to be working in front of my dad wearing just his diapers, but dad was so used to seeing me wearing them that he thought nothing of it anymore. "I didn't know your dad was going to make us work," Joey said. "I didn't either, I didn't plan it this way. We'll have fun later tonight." Dad dismissed us when we finished moving everything he wanted us to move. "Okay, you can go boys. Now, Randy, don't you be making any big plans next weekend, I'm setting up the new shop downtown and I'll need your help." That didn't give me much to look forward to in the coming week. THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 24 ------------------------- After Joey and I went into the house we had Tina open up the bathroom so that we could go wash our hands for dinner. I was wondering where dinner was since mom wasn't making anything tonight. "We're having pizza, tonight," mom surprised us. "Here's some money for the pizza guy if he comes," mom said as she was leaving with Tina. "Where are you going?" "We're just running down to the store to get soda and a couple other things." "Do I have to answer the door like this if he shows up?" "If you don't, then it's no pizza." "What did you do with my pants?" "They're in the wash." Before I had a chance to say anything else mom and Tina went out the door. While Tony and I sat in the living room waiting for the pizza I wet my diaper. I knew that it would be embarrassing to answer the door wearing just my diapers, but the pizza had already been ordered and was on the way, and everyone would have been disappointed if I hadn't answered the door to get the pizza. I kept hoping mom and Tina would get back from the store before the pizza delivery arrived. That was not to happen as I heard the door bell ring. I looked through the peep hole and saw someone in a red uniform and a hat carrying two pizzas. It looked like an older kid out there, and I wasn't so sure how to face him while wearing just my diapers. I just had to pretend that what I was wearing was insignificant, and that all the delivery guy should care about is if I have the money. I grabbed the money off of the counter in the kitchen and carried it with me to the door. I was nervous as I opened it, wondering what the kid would do or say. The last thing he was probably expecting was to see a ten-year-old boy in diapers to answer the door. "Hi," I greeted him nervously. His eyes popped open as he saw that I was wearing diapers. "Hi there," he smiled. "I have two pepperoni pizzas for 'Clark.'" "Yes, that's us," I said, taking the pizza from him as I handed him the money. After he made the change I gave him a couple dollars for a tip as mom had told me. "Thanks," I told him as he left. "Thank you, have a good evening," he smiled. He was quite friendly and pleasant, and he really didn't seem to think it was much of a big deal that I was in diapers. He just had his job to do and he probably got his share of surprises at other people's homes, though I couldn't imagine that seeing a boy my age in diapers could be topped by much of anything else. I couldn't wait for Tina and mom to get back from the store so Joey and I each ate a slice. They came back home about five minutes after the pizza had been dropped off. "Oh, good, the pizza's here," mom said as she saw us sitting at the table eating it. She handed us each a bottle of soda. Tina joined us at the table with her pizza. She also had an envelope with the pictures of the house that mom had taken recently. Also in those photos were the ones of Joey and I in our diapers, as she showed us. "These are really cute pictures of you guys!" she laughed as she held up some of the photos of Joey and I in our diapers. "I should show these to all my friends at school!" I was hoping that mom would see the pictures before Tina did. I hoped that Tina wouldn't take them to school and show everyone! Before I had a chance to tell Tina to give them back, she promised that she wouldn't go showing them off and handed them over to me. "Here, they're *your* pictures! I was just kidding! I'd be too embarrassed to have everyone know that my ten- year-old brother still wears DIAPERS! Some people at my school already know I have a brother who wears diapers since they have also have younger brothers and sisters at your school, Randy, and then they tell their older brothers and sisters at my school, so word has really gotten around!" "So they'll probably find out I wear diapers when I go to the other school after we move?" "Probably," Tina said, assuring that I would get just as much teasing from the kids at the other school once word got around over there, and it sounded inevitable. "I'm sure the news will travel back that way somehow, if they don't see that you're already wearing them." We finished up the pizza and went out to the back yard to play catch. The sun had gone down and there was only a faint red glow over the western horizon, so we had to rely on the light from the back door and the one on the front of dad's shop. It was also getting chilly in the evenings as autumn approached, and with only diapers on, I couldn't stay outside for too long with nothing to cover my legs. It was about a ten-, maybe fifteen-minute game before Joey and I were both hunched over and complaining that we were getting too cold. Just before bedtime Tina changed both Joey and I out of our wet diapers. We were both soaked as I could see from the diaper that Tina had taken off of Joey sitting in the pail. As we were both wearing new diapers and in the same size, it was difficult to tell which diapers were mine and which ones were his. Tina suggested that she should monogram my diapers if Joey and I were going to be staying overnight with each other. Mom had taught her how to sew, so she could have done it if she wanted to. Joey climbed into the cot and the sleeping bag that Darrell had once used. He asked if anyone had used it recently, and I told him that Darrell was the last one to use it. He said that is smelled of stale urine, as if someone had wet in it. I told him that Darrell must have wet into it last time he used it. We then got to talking about Darrell and how he had changed. He had become more popular at school and was gaining friends such as Scott and other guys I didn't care for. He was a strange case, as I discussed it with Joey, mentioning that he did tell me that he wanted to try wearing diapers and actually did last time he visited me, but then he went ape shit over the whole thing. This behavioral quirk of his still perplexed me, and since he wasn't on speaking terms with me, I would never know why he felt the way he did and why he decided to abandon my friendship. I eventually fell asleep after talking and telling jokes for about an hour. I woke up in a wet diaper the next morning as I often did. It was early and nobody else was awake yet. I got up and went downstairs and sat by the heat vent as it had gotten cold in the house overnight. I turned on the TV and watched cartoons while waiting for everyone else to get up. Mom and dad got up shortly after I did. As I sat there huddled up to the vent I felt myself needing to pee again. My diapers were already wet, and I knew that after I had used them again they would be saturated. I just hoped Tina would get up and change me before too long. It had now been an hour when I was warmed up and sitting on the couch now. Tina was still upstairs as was Joey. My wet diapers were waiting to be changed. Mom and dad came into the room and told me that today I would have to help get ready for the move and go through my stuff. I wanted to do something fun today, it was the weekend, after all. I wanted a clean diaper put on me, but when I went upstairs to check on Tina, she was still asleep. Joey was stirring around in his sleeping bag but wasn't ready to wake up. I decided to have mom change me instead. I went downstairs again and asked mom to change me. She looked at my diaper and saw that it was indeed well-used. We went back into my bedroom where mom quietly worked off my plastic pants and my wet diapers, and wet they were! Mom got me dried off and powdered for the next set of diapers. I just lay there and looked at Joey, hoping he wasn't going to sleep all day like that. Mom put together a thick set of six diapers and pulled them up into my crotch and fastened them tightly with several pins. She pulled the plastic pants over the thick, soft layers and tucked the diapers underneath the waistband. I watched mom walk out of the room with the diaper pail as I humbly thanked her for changing me. I lay there on the bed and wondered how Joey could sleep so soundly. I felt that perhaps I should try to wake him. "Joey?" I whispered. "Joey?" I said again a little louder. I waited for some movement, but he was still motionless. "Joey!" He squirmed around and pulled the sleeping bag away from him. His eyes were starting to open. "Did I wake you?" "Sort of, I was kind of awake. I heard your mom changing you earlier." "I was really wet and I didn't want to wait for Tina to get up." "I need to go, too," he said. I watched him sit up and then lie back down into a fetal position. He held his legs up and spread them widely apart as he lay on his back. I didn't want Joey to know it, but I liked to look at how his diapers padded up his crotch and his butt so much because I knew I looked the same way wearing mine. I could tell he was pooping into his diaper as I heard a burst of gas pop out, the sound muted beneath all those layers. He then grunted as he forced out his bowel movement. I sat there and vicariously felt the gooey poopoo spreading around against the solid wall of diapers pressed up against my butt. I knew how it felt to feel it spread around and find its way into my crack and down into my crotch. I knew he had to have been enjoying the messy, naughty feeling of a messy diaper. The smell had escaped from his diaper and had spread around the room. Tina had just gotten up as she was standing at the door in her pajamas. "Mornin', boys," she said, rubbing her eyes. "Hi, Tina." "Let me get dressed and I'll change you, okay?" Joey continued to sit there in his stinky mess, knowing that he was going to get changed out of it right away. I wanted to get back to watching cartoons, but I decided to stay with Joey while he was getting changed as he probably would have felt awkward having my sister change him without me around. Tina entered the room a few minutes later, wearing her old clothes. "I'm helping mom and dad with the move, so that's why I'm all grungy," she explained. She assumed that I needed a change and started to get my diapers ready until I told her that mom had already changed me. "Oh, okay, then I guess it's your turn, Joey," she said. Joey got up on my bed and lay there as Tina slid off his plastic pants. He had also wet his diapers, as it appeared. Tina unfastened the pins and pulled his diapers away to find out what a wonderfully smelly mess he had. "I don't know if I can take this so early, phew!" Tina remarked. Tina realized that there was no diaper pail in my room as they were both downstairs. She sent me to retrieve them while she got Joey's big messed wiped off of him. By the time I got back upstairs there was a pile of wadded, poop-covered wipes along with the reeking set of soiled diapers on the floor. Tina told me to drop them into the bucket while she got Joey's next set of diapers ready. I held my breath as I picked up the yucky mess and put it into the pail. I don't know why everyone else's poop always seemed to smell worse than my own. She had Joey all pinned up and ready for his plastic pants as she pulled them up over his diapers. She then grabbed the pail that I had just brought up with me and took it back downstairs. Joey and I followed her down, only to plop ourselves down on the couch and watch the rest of the cartoons that were on. Tina was in the kitchen making breakfast for us. She had bacon, toast, and cereal out on the table. We goofed around for the next two or three hours before his mom stopped by and picked him up. His mom came in and saw that he was in just his diapers just as she had dropped him off. "How are those diapers holding out?" Joey's mom asked him. "I got changed this morning," he said. "His sister changed me." "It looks like she knows how to do that quite well," his mom commented. "Do you need to be changed now?" "Not yet," Joey said. "Well, let's get going," his mom said as she had him get in the car. "We'll get you some pants today, I found a store that sells them in the size you need." Joey and his mom said goodbye to me as I stood there in the driveway in my diapers and watched them drive away. The rest of the afternoon was a drag. Mom wanted me to go through my closets and get rid of the stuff that I didn't want anymore because we were going to have a yard sale. A lot of the things I had in there had become sentimental to me and I just could not part with them. Other than a few toys that had been broken or worn out, I just could not get rid of them. I had some books that didn't ever want to get rid of either. After my mom looked at my keep pile, she had to talk me into getting rid of some of the things. One thing I could not possibly get rid of were the Fisher Price toys I had, no matter what mom said to do otherwise. "I guess I'll let you keep them," she sighed. "It's only fitting, I suppose, that if you wear diapers like a toddler, that I should also let you play with a toddler's toys." After Tina had worked with mom all afternoon in the kitchen and the laundry room she left to go see Debra, but first she changed me out of my second wet diaper that day, the second of which I had been wearing wet for a awhile. Tina told me she would be gone awhile and I would have to ask mom to change me later. I lounged around and played with some of the old toys that I rediscovered. I felt like a little boy again sitting there on the floor in my diapers while pushing around Fisher Price cars. I stopped for a moment and reminisced when I recalled a time when I was sitting on the floor in just training pants playing with the same toys, which I so often did. Perhaps this is why I had such a hard time parting with these toys. I also found another little treasure. It was one of my old pacifiers! It was too dirty to suck on, though. I would have washed it off, but I had no access to the bathroom since it was locked, and I didn't want to get caught washing it off in the kitchen sink downstairs. I got really involved in the moment I was having. I got on my back and put my legs up in the air like I was a baby. I stuck my thumb in my mouth. I knew mom and dad were downstairs and Tina was gone, so I had this time to myself. I lay on my bed and pretended that I was in a crib. I wanted to wet or mess my diapers, but I had just gone in them before Tina changed me. If I could have used the pacifier that would have made me feel more babylike, too, but my thumb had to do. Mom then came upstairs and nearly caught me in my baby act. She knocked on the door, but she didn't open it until I had leaped off the bed. She told me that she and dad were going to run some stuff downtown to the place where dad was going to put in his wooden furniture store. "Can I come with you guys?" I asked. "Sure, if you don't mind walking downtown in your diapers". "I'll stay." "We're only going to be there for a few minutes and we have to stop at a couple other places, so you just stay here." After mom and dad left I went downstairs to get some snacks since I as hungry. I just sat at the kitchen table and crunched down some crackers and sipped a soda while looking through one of mom's magazines for the diaper ads, which I liked to do when nobody was home. I had also brought the pacifier down with me to wash in the kitchen sink. I ran dish soap and hot water over it and ensured that it was as clean as I could get it. I gave it another good rinse and then stuck it in my mouth. I didn't know how much time I had, but I wanted to take advantage of this time as much as I could, so I got on the floor and crawled around like a baby and then rolled on my back and started sucking my pacifier again, making goo-goo sounds and talking like a baby and then putting the pacifier back in my mouth again. Again I was nearly caught as Tina and Debra came in through the front door unexpectedly. In fact, I was still lying on my back and had my legs up like a baby. I was so embarrassed when they walked in and saw me lying on the floor. "Randy, what are you doing? Are you more of a baby than I thought you were?" Tina said. I couldn't say anything. The pacifier was on the floor next to me. "Where did the pacifier come from?" she asked. "I found it in my closet," I said. The girls giggled and went into the kitchen, where I had some of mom's magazines open, one of which was turned to a page that had an ad for Pull-Ups. "I see you're still going through mom's magazines," she said. I was so embarrassed. I couldn't lie and tell Tina what I was looking for since she knew why I liked to go through mom's magazines. Tina then had to tell Debra what I had been doing. Tina then told me that while helping mom go through the cupboards she found a stack of several of mom's older magazines. "There must have been a hundred of them, Randy! There's *lots* of diaper ads in them!" I was still too embarrassed to say anything. "Come on, Randy, we know why you go through mom's magazines. We all know you like diapers. If you want I'll go through them with you and cut out all the diaper ads for you since mom's probably going to throw them all out anyway." "You will?" I asked. "Sure, it'll be fun. We don't really have anything else to do." I decided that I had better take this opportunity now to get all the diaper ads before all of mom's magazines got hauled off to the dump. Also, since Tina offered to help me go through the magazines and help cut out the diaper ads and not making fun of me for it, I decided that it was okay. Tina cleared off the table and set down the big stack of magazines and divided it into three stacks. She got three pairs of scissors out and gave one pair to Debra and one to me. We sat there and went through each magazine and cut out the diaper ads. A few minutes later Debra commented and said, "you ought to use one of your pictures in one of these ads, Randy. Tina showed me your diaper pictures today, they're cute!" "Oh, uh, thanks," I said for her dubious compliment. We sat there and continued clipping out ads. Tina then asked me, "do you want the boys' underwear ads, too?" "Uh, sure," I told her. She then clipped the ad out and set it down in her stack. "I knew you would." A couple minutes later Debra jumped up and said, "here's an ad for bedwetter pants!" She clipped it out and set it down. I took it from her pile and looked at it. I remembered looking at it when I was about six years old and wished that I could have worn them! By the time I was about halfway through my pile mom and dad came home and asked us what we were doing. "Randy wanted all the diaper ads out of your old magazines," Tina said, "so we're helping him cut them all out." "Whatever," mom said. "Whatever suits you, Randy." By the time we were done we all had several clippings. As we went through them a lot of them were duplicates. I gathered up all the clippings and set them upstairs to go through later this evening. Tina and Debra cleared off the table so that mom could serve us our dinner. Debra stayed for about another hour dinner before she went back home. Before she did, she watched Tina change my diaper, which was my first messy one for the day. After Tina snapped my plastic pants into place she held up my pacifier. "You left this downstairs, too," she said. She then held it in front of my mouth and had me open it as she stuck the pacifier in. "Doesn't he look cute?" Tina said to Debra. "He does, we ought to get a picture of him like that!" Debra then left for home. I spent the rest of the evening going through the diaper ad clippings and sorting them out and discarding duplicates. I had quite a starter collection. Tina suggested that I put them in a scrapbook. It sounded like a good idea, and she even offered to help me arrange it. She then gave me a pat on my bottom and said goodnight before going to bed. THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 25 ------------------------- It was Sunday again. Everyone had been busy with getting things cleared out of the house and ready for the move. Dad was busy getting things loaded up into his truck and moving them down to his new shop downtown. I saw that mom had found more old magazines that were most likely headed for the dump. I asked mom if I could go through them and cut out pictures before she threw them out. I didn't want to tell her that I wanted the diaper ads, but she knew that anyway as she said, "you want the diaper ads out of them, huh?" "Uhh..." "They're going in the truck tonight and to the dump tomorrow, so you'd better get what you want out of them," mom said. With mom's final offer, I took the magazines and went through them one last time. I spent a good portion of the day going through the magazines and cutting out pictures. Tina also went through some of them and started clipping pictures of her own, though she wasn't after any diaper pictures for herself. She liked clipping pictures of flowers and animals, though she did help me with finding all the diaper ads and other pictures for me. Mom and dad were busy hauling things down to dad's new shop, so Tina and I had most of the day to ourselves. Joey called and told me he would be coming over. I told him that I had a surprise for him if he wanted it, so he was eager to come over to find out what the surprise was. I had kept the duplicate diaper ads that I clipped out and gave them to Joey, who was quite happy to take them. He wanted to glue them into a scrapbook, as Tina had suggested that I do. In fact, she helped me to organize it and did the same for Joey. Tina found some old art supplies when she was getting her stuff together for the yard sale this weekend. She decided to use them and even helped us to design and organize our scrapbooks of diaper pictures. Joey stayed for dinner and got a diaper change from Tina while he was there. Time was passing by so quickly during the final weeks prior to moving out. Just this week alone seemed to come and go so swiftly. School was just like it had been going since everyone found out I wore diapers. I was just so glad that I would be moving away from these kids and starting over fresh. I hoped that nobody would find out at the other school. By the time next Saturday arrived, mom had separated everything that was going to go be sold at the yard sale. She got Tina and I out of bed early to help her set things up. I wanted to stay inside and watch my cartoons and just sit around and pee and poop my diapers, a rare privilege, I thought, that most kids didn't get. It was a chilly morning, around 40 degrees Fahrenheit at the most. I couldn't imagine the turnout being too great for a yard sale in early autumn, but mom said this was our only chance to get rid of everything and get money out of it. "Anything that doesn't sell will either be given away or taken to the dump," she said. I had to sit there and tend the yard sale along with Tina, which got to be boring until things picked up. The turnout was higher than I expected, especially since it warmed up as noon approached, though a hint of autumn was in the air. Mom had priced things to move, so we did get rid of a lot of things. There were some things, however, that did not sell, so mom had us put them in the car to take to the Salvation Army. One thing I noticed was a plastic bag that contained all of my old underwear. After holding onto it for months, my mom was doing something with them. I asked mom why she was getting rid of them now. I was hoping that maybe mom wouldn't make me wear diapers to the new school I was going to. "I held onto them because I thought you might decide to change your mind about wearing diapers, but that didn't happen, so I'm finally getting rid of them. It seems like you want to stay in diapers, so why should I hold onto clothes you no longer wear?" "What if I want to wear those to school?" "Fine, but wear them over your diapers...if they'll fit, that is." "Mom, I, I think I've learned my lesson." Mom stopped for a moment and put one hand on her hip. "Are you saying that you want to give up your diapers, Randy?" "I don't want to be wearing them to school," I said. "But you don't mind them at home," mom countered. "No, why should I have to wear diapers to school when I only want to wear them at home?" "Because, young man, diapers are not a part-time thing. If you wear diapers, you wear them all the time, and that means school. This is something you'd better think about, because once we're in the car, that's it." I was now faced with a serious dilemma. If I gave up my diapers, that would mean the end of wearing them to school. I had the perfect opportunity to clear my slate and not be teased for wearing diapers. But, I would also have to give up the pleasure I got from wearing them at home and getting changed, for which I desired the attention I got, even if it was from my sister. I reasoned that there was a chance someone from the other school would already know and that if I tried to wear them again my mom may not let me. Mom was loading the last box into the car. She turned to me and said, "well?" "I want to stay in diapers," I said. "Okay, diapers it is. You had your chance, Randy, but now it's gone." Had I changed my mind, it would have been too late. Mom was very committed to the terms she set forth. "I'm sure there's some boy your age who would give anything to wear your old underpants," mom said. "Yeah, and he'll probably want to poop in them, too!" Tina said with a giggle. We got to the drop-off and left several boxes of old stuff behind. I watched mom carry off my old underpants, being the last time I would ever see them. Now the only "underwear" I had was my diapers and the absorbent underpants that I had been wearing. I was surprised that my mom didn't take those with her, too. "That's it, Randy," my mom said. "You're stuck in diapers now; I'm not buying you any new underpants, either." She then closed the door and drove off from the drop- off. I didn't think I could ever become sentimental with something such as my old underwear, but I was starting to miss it. I had hoped that someday I could use them to have accidents in, just to see what it would be like after wearing diapers for so long. The following day, a Sunday, Uncle Jack and Aunt Beverly came over for their last visit to this house before we moved out of it. I was running around in just my diapers, which had really become the norm as far as my was concerned. As for Uncle Jack, he was still having a hard time with accepting the fact that I wore them. I came walking though the living room on my way from the kitchen to my bedroom upstairs when Uncle Jack stopped me. "Say, young man, you plan on wearing them diapers all your life?" "Well, uh..." "Tell you what, you and your sister spend a week at our place next summer, and you won't be wearing diapers. I'll have your Aunt Beverly buy you some skivvies if she has to, but you ain't gonna wear no diapers then." He was shaking his finger at me. "Uh, Jack," my dad said. "Randy has pretty much decided to stay in diapers from now on, so I don't think that would be a good idea." "For God's sake, Harold, he's ten, goin' on 'leven! Why do you let him wear diapers?!" "I wasn't too keen about it at first either, Jack, but the boy wants to wear them, and, it ain't hurting him none, though his friends do make fun of him at school and..." "Of course! Hell, we'd had a helluva laugh if someone in our school wore diapers! Well, he's your son, but I think you ought to think about what you're doin' to him." I went back upstairs and thought about how Uncle Jack was so much against the idea of me wearing diapers. I never really enjoyed being around Uncle Jack as he was such a grouch most of the time, or so he seemed that way. Later on I pooped a big load into my diapers. I went over to Tina's room to see if she would change me. She wasn't in there. With my poopy load squishing its way around in the tight confinement of my diaper, I went downstairs, where my mom and Aunt Beverly were sitting. "Where's Tina?" I asked mom. "She went to Debra's." Mom then took a whiff and determined that I was in need of a change. "You smell like you need a change," mom commented. "Uh, huh," I replied shyly as Aunt Beverly sat there sipping on a glass of iced tea. "I'd better change you then," mom said. "Oh, what I have missed from not ever having kids," Aunt Beverly said. "Jack and I may decide on having one, especially after watching your kids grow up and what a blessing they've brought you two." "If you do, try to toilet train them as soon as you can! I've got one that still isn't!" "Now you sound like Uncle Jack, mom!" I said. "Well," mom said with almost a laugh, "you're in diapers now, and you decided to stay in diapers, so we don't consider you to be potty trained anymore!" "Oh honey," Aunt Beverly said. "Don't listen to a thing your Uncle Jack says. He won't make you go without diapers if you and Tina visit next summer." "Let's get your butt taken care of," mom sad as she guided me up to my room. "You really do stink this time, Randy!" Mom took off my diapers and winced at the strong odor as it wafted up from my crotch into her face. "I should have considered this too when I asked you whether or not you wanted to stay in diapers," mom said in reference to having to change me. She finished pinning the diapers on and left me to put the plastic pants on myself. For the rest of the evening I waddled around in the thick diapers in front of Aunt Beverly and Uncle Jack. I resented the way Uncle Jack looked at me every time I walked by him. I was just glad to see them leave that evening. As the week passed on the house became more and more bare. Everything except the essentials was put away. We expected to be in the new house by next week, which would also mean that by then I would be in the new school. Tina and I got a chance to see our new house on Tuesday. It was smaller than the house we were in now. Most notably there was no upstairs. It looked like it would be a nice home and would look nice after we got settled in. I even decided which room was to be my bedroom. One thing I would miss for sure was that now I had carpet instead of a wood floor. The carpet wouldn't be so cold on my feet in the mornings, but I couldn't race my cars on the carpet like I could on the hard wood. I would probably find myself playing on the kitchen floor like most kids had to do. I had both feelings of missing the old house, but looking forward to living in the new one. We also got a little tour of dad's shop while we were out. Friday, as it turned out, would be my last day at East Hills Elementary. By then a lot of the kids knew that I was moving, but I refused to say where. I didn't want anyone at the other school to know that I wore diapers. Of course this led to more teasing about my diapers. "Where are you going? A *nursery* school?!" "He's going back to kindergarten!" "No, he's going to a daycare where they can change his diapers for him!" By the time Friday came I was set to leave. The kids decided to get in one last lick before I left. During the morning recess I found out that some of them were mocking me by wearing diapers themselves! There There were about four or five of them, and they were all wearing Goodnites! Right on the playground they dropped their pants in front of me and showed me that they were wearing Goodnites. One kid even demonstrated his by wetting in them. I couldn't believe that these kids were doing this! They kept saying things like, "this is what it's like to be Randy!" and then told me to show them *my* diapers since they showed me theirs. I ran away from them and told the teacher on duty. By the time lunch hour came around I had learned that these kids had all gotten in trouble for their behavior and that their parents were notified. I got to thinking that perhaps Darrell or Scott were behind this, but when I confronted Darrell about it, he denied it and told me he wouldn't have been wearing them himself if he had been let in on the prank. I think the only thing he was denying were his own feeling about wearing diapers. "I'm above all that wimpy, baby stuff now!" he said. "In fact, I'm a lot more grown up now than I used to be, since I stopped being friends with a diaper-freak kid like you! I got cool friends like Scott, so bug off, piss- pants!" Yeah, and same to you, Darrell. I had to wonder what he was getting at. He said that he felt more "grown up" now that he was friends with Scott. I had to wonder what was up with him. Even though Darrell and I had not spoken to each other as friends in about a month, I was feeling concerned about him. I don't know why, but I just had this gut feeling that Scott was doing things with Darrell that would get Darrell into more trouble. I never trusted Scott anyway. He always looked like a rough kid, and I knew his home life was bad. Darrell also confessed that he was going to trash my house on Halloween, but since I was moving, he couldn't. "You better hope I don't find out where you live," he said, which was the last thing I ever heard from him. When the bell rang that afternoon, I was out of East Hills Elementary. I returned all my books and collected all of my school supplies and brought them home in my pack. It was the last time I would be riding the bus home with Joey. I knew I would miss having Joey and I knew he would miss me. It was a rather emotional day. "We'll still see each other," I told him. "And we'll be in the same school again when we get to junior high. That's only two years from now." Throughout that day and the entire weekend my family was busy with getting everything moved from one house to the other. They removed the key lock doorknobs on the bathroom and replaced them with regular bathroom doorknobs. "Hold onto your key, Tina," mom reminded her. "We're replacing the bathroom doorknob at the new house, too." Joey was there with me on Sunday as we were loading things into the pickup. He had tears in his eyes, as if he felt we would forever be apart. I told him where the house was and that he was welcome to come over at any time. I took one last look around the house, knowing I would probably not ever see this place again. I then hopped into the pickup and rode off with mom and Tina. I could only see the house from the shaky rearview mirror on the door as the back window was obstructed with several boxes. Only a few minutes of driving time had passed before we were already at the new house. Mom and dad were busy getting more stuff from the old house while they left Tina and I at the new house to get our own stuff set up. By this time I was wet and had been for a good portion of the day since we were all so busy and nobody had time to change me. I had to move boxes and other things around while my diaper was wrapped around me all wet, and now, soon to be messy. I was in what was to become my bedroom unpacking some of my stuff when I stopped to poop into my diapers. I squatted down and filled the back of the diapers up. It didn't even occur to me that I didn't know where my diapers were or if they were easily accessible. Tina was busy in her room unpacking her things. I went in there and asked her if she knew if my diapers were around. She knew which box mom had packed them in and found it. She carried the large box into my room and set it down on the floor. Inside it were all my diapers all neatly folded up along with my plastic pants as well as the powder and the pins. Tina told me to get up on my bed, which had already been placed in the room in the corner by the window. It was just a bare bed with a mattress on it right now, but it would have to do for now. "Let's remember this as your first diaper change in the new house," Tina said as she undid the diaper. "Eww, and you had to make it a poopy diaper change, didn't you?" "I had to," I said. "Boy, brother, you also wet this one good! I suppose you haven't been changed all day!" Tina paused for a moment and left me lying naked on the bed while she stopped to search for the diaper pail. Unable to find it, she found a plastic bag and put my filthy diapers in there. After she got me wiped and re-diapered she went back to her room and continued working in there. I left my pants off and just stayed in my diapers for the rest of the day. I wanted to call Joey and invite him over, but when I went out to the kitchen I realized telephone hadn't yet been hooked up. Mom and dad came back a few minutes later with another load. I asked them where our telephones were, and they said they were still packed somewhere. She also mentioned that it would do no good since we wouldn't have working telephone service until tomorrow anyway and suggested that I should wait until we're settled in before bringing Joey over. There was still a lot to do, but we got the furniture in place and our beds were made up and ready to sleep in. I had packed my diapers and plastic pants into their drawers and had hung my shirts and what few pairs of pants I had into the closet. One thing that dad made sure was done was that the bathroom doorknob was replaced. I saw dad switching the doorknobs over. Tina, who was standing there with me commented and said "I see your changing the doorknobs already." "Yep, some things have their priorities, you know," dad said as he was turning a screwdriver. "You didn't lose your key, did you?" "Got it right here in my pocket, dad!" "Good, because if you lost it, you just might have to wear diapers!" dad joked to Tina. "Very funny, dad," she said to him. "Well, since Randy doesn't even have any pockets to put a key in, we shouldn't have to worry about him getting into the bathroom!" As everyone had worked so hard that day, we were all tired as we relaxed in the bare living room. "What a day, I'm tired," I said. "Yeah, you might even say you're *pooped*, if you know what I mean!" Tina laughed. Tina gave me another diaper change before I went to bed in my new bedroom. It was hard to get used to the new environment, for one thing, but what kept me awake the most was going to a new school tomorrow. I didn't know what to expect, but one thing I did know was that if anyone found out I wore diapers, I would continue to carry this reputation with me all the way to graduation. THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 26 ------------------------- Today was my first day at Caulfield Elementary. As everything had been arranged in advance for my transfer, getting into the other school was fairly easy. Everything seemed to be so much different. It was an older school, for one thing. I didn't know any of the kids nor did I know anything about my teacher, Mrs. Agler. Mom had taken me to school that morning and went with me to the office. I asked mom if my teacher knew that I wore diapers. "Yes, she does." "Does she know why?" "No, and teachers really don't need to know why, they just need to understand that most kids who wear diapers have special needs-- most kids that is-- you just wear them because you want to, but I don't expect you to explain that to the teacher unless you feel that it's necessary." Mr. Saunders, the principal, then escorted me to my classroom. I felt nervous as I was introduced to the class. Not only was I a total stranger, but there was that one thing I did not want anyone to know about. I was thickly padded beneath my pants, and I knew that someone would notice the huge bulge beneath them. In fact, it was fairly obvious. One girl seemed to be looking closely at the bulge underneath my pants. I knew there was no way I could last for very long before someone would find out, and once that happened, the entire school would be sure to know. I tried to keep a low profile and avoid people until I saw someone who looked like a decent kid with whom to be friends. I know that looks aren't everything, but appearance did often times provide an indication of how the kid behaved. I stayed in one corner of the playground and isolated myself from everyone. I just didn't want to be playing in the middle of the playground and have someone walk up to me and tell me how big my butt looked or something. Just as lunch began I went to the nurse's office with the guidance of Mrs. Agler who showed me where it was and who the nurse was. I felt nervous again since I had never met the nurse and I was going to be taking my pants off in front of her so she could change my diapers. I had to treat it like a trip to the doctor's office since I also had to undress in for people I didn't know there as well. Of course I didn't see a doctor every day, either, so I had to get used to this routine. I had to pretend that I had a medical need for wearing diapers, so I didn't want to make any kind of indication that I just wore them because of my own choice, even though I didn't exactly choose to wear them to school, too, so much as mom made me wear them. There was almost no dialogue exchanged between the nurse and I. She introduced herself as Nurse McCreedy and I introduced myself as Randy. "Nice to meet you Randy, just go ahead and slip your pants off and hop up on the table." She was very clinical and professional about it, much like the nurse back at East Hills Elementary. In fact, the whole experience was like a repeat of what it was like when I was introduced to the nurse back at the other school. Within a few minutes I was re-diapered and sent on my way to lunch with the other kids. I sat alone in a corner that day. I hoped that someone would recognize me as the new kid and would want to become my friend. From where I was sitting there was a group of eight boys who were just as obnoxious as the ones at the other school. I had a feeling that they would present trouble if they found out I wore diapers. They looked over at me a couple of times and laughed. I thought for sure one of them would come over to my otherwise unoccupied table and harass me. I waited until they left before I got up and went out to the playground. I managed to make it through the first day at the new school without having anyone tease me about wearing diapers. It was nice that nobody said anything at all, although I wished I had Joey there with me. I rode the bus home with a wet diaper and had Tina change me when I got home. It was a shorter walk from the bus stop to my house now than it was before. While I was walking home I saw another kid walking ahead of me whom I recognized from my class. He was with two other boys, both younger, so I assumed they were his brothers. I almost got the courage to introduce myself to him, but I backed out of it and decided that perhaps I could break the ice with him tomorrow. My diaper was also reminding me that it needed to be changed and I didn't want to get talking to a kid I didn't know if I wasn't even comfortable with what I was wearing. I got home and saw that some of the wall hangings were in place and the pile of boxes was down to about half the size it was when I left. Mom was busy getting the house together and had been all day. Tina was just home from her school and was in my room at my desk doing her homework as her desk was still cluttered with all her stuff that she hadn't yet put away. I took my pants off and lay down and asked Tina if she could change me now. She just set her pencil down and closed her book. "Wet again, eh?" she said as she came over to me. She pulled the drawer open and pulled several dry diapers out and prepared them to put on me. "So how was school today?" she asked as she pulled my plastic pants away from the wet diapers. "It was okay, but I didn't talk to anybody." "I'm sure you'll meet a friend soon," Tina assured me. "Maybe he'll even wear diapers like you." "How likely is that?" I asked. "Your friend Joey wears them, and so did Darrell." "I almost talked to the kid that lives next door," I mentioned. "He was walking home in front of me as I got off the bus." "Maybe you'll talk to him tomorrow." Tina finished diapering me and resumed her homework. I went out to the living room and watched some of the afternoon cartoons. Since Tina had a ton of homework and I didn't have homework at all, mom put me to work and had me help her unpack more of the boxes. I expected dad to be home at around 6:00, but it was almost 7:00 before he pulled in, so this meant supper was now going to be later than what I was used to. It was different to have supper in a different kitchen. It was more spacious than the last one and it looked a lot cleaner. I was getting to like the new house. Tina invited Debra over that evening after dinner to show her the new house. I wanted to call Joey and invite him over, too, but he couldn't leave tonight. In fact, it wasn't until the upcoming weekend that I would see him if he could make it over then. Debra was given a tour of the house and commented on how nice it was. She went to the bathroom door and saw that it was locked. She looked down at the doorknob and recognized it as the same one that was used on the upstairs bathroom at the other house. "I see you got the locking doorknobs in place already," she said as she turned the knob a couple of times in vein. "I need to go!" Debra strained. Tina came to her rescue and unlocked the door for her. Seeing how I was prevented from going into the bathroom made me realize how serious my parents were about keeping me in diapers and making me more aware of the consequences of my choice to wear them. It was a little easier to sleep that evening. I was getting settled into the new environment around me, but it was still too different. I no longer had a large shade tree rustling in the wind outside of my window. Instead, I heard cars going by as there was more traffic on the street we lived on and that my window was closer to the street. Of course I was diapered like before and rolling around on my bed with padding all around me. I even liked to suck on my pacifier while lying there in bed. I just had to be careful not to fall asleep with it in. Most likely it would drop out of my mouth and onto the floor where my mom would see it when she came in to wake me up the next morning. The next day came and I was on my own this time. I went to the bus stop where I saw the kid I followed home yesterday. Again he was standing there with his two brothers, but didn't have friends there with him. I stood across from him and looked at him. Finally I said "hi". "Hi," he said back. "You're that new kid, aren't you?" "Uh huh, my name's Randy." "I'm Ricky," he said. We got on the bus and sat down in the same seat. His two brothers sat together at the front of the bus. We exchanged some small talk and I told him where I had lived before. We talked some more in class as well as at recess, and then at lunch, where I met him at his designated table after I returned from my diaper change. I found out that Ricky wasn't the most popular kid at school. Just as kids liked to pick on Joey and I, they did the same to Ricky. Ricky's problem was that he was fat, and this was why the kids made fun of him. I didn't think this was fair for Ricky since he had no immediate control of his physique, perhaps no control at all. After I got my diaper change from the nurse I met Ricky at the table where he said he would be sitting. During lunch I pointed out the table where the eight obnoxious boys were sitting. I asked Ricky about them. "They're always in trouble!" he said. "They all know Mr. Saunders quite well." "I figured that. I knew a bunch of kids at my old school who were like that, too," I said. "Every school has them," Ricky said while taking a bite of his balogna sandwich. "If they find out anything about you or come up with something to make fun of you about, you're best to just leave them alone because they will get you!" I felt uneasy at that moment as I heeded Ricky's warning since I knew just what the kids would tease me about. We spent the lunch hour out on the swings, which was where Ricky liked to play. He didn't have any other friends that joined him. I asked him if he had other friends. "Not really," he said in a sullen voice. "Not until today." "I have a friend from East Hills. His name is Joey," I said. "Maybe you can meet him sometime." After swinging for about ten, fifteen minutes, the bell rang and we returned to class. After we were dismissed for the day we walked out to the bus together and rode home together. "Maybe I can see your new house!" Ricky suggested. I didn't want him to go into my room and see my diapers sitting out or anything that would indicate that I wore them, so I made up a quick excuse. "Well, maybe in a few days you can, but my mom and dad are still unpacking and everything's a mess over there." "Then we can go to my house then," Ricky said. "Yeah, let's do that," I agreed. I did need to have a wet diaper taken care of first, though, so I told Ricky I would need to go home and tell my mom what I was doing, and to get my diaper changed. After we got off the bus and walked home Ricky went to his house and I went to mine. I told my mom that I had met a friend and wanted to go to his house. "Where does he live?" mom asked. "Right next door." "Oh, really? Well, okay, but, do you need to be changed first?" "Uh, yes," I said. I proceeded to go back towards the bedrooms and knocked on Tina's door. "Okay, I'll be right out!" she said. I went into my room and took my pants off and lay down on the bed waiting to have my wet and poopy diapers taken off. It was about five minutes before Tina finally came in and took care of my diaper. "Did you talk to that kid today?" Tina asked me. "I did. I'm planning on going over there when you get finished." "Does he know you wear diapers?" Tina asked me. "I don't know. If he does, he hasn't said anything yet." "He'll probably find out. If he's like your other friends he'll probably want to wear them, too." "Yeah, if they'll fit him; he's rather chubby," I said. "And just because Joey wears them and Darrell tried wearing them doesn't mean he will." "Maybe, maybe not, but eventually he'll have to find out *you* wear them, you realize, if you guys stay together as friends." Tina finished pinning me up and handed me my plastic pants. She also picked up my jeans and said "I suppose you want these since you're going next door?" "No, I'll just go over in my diapers," I said sarcastically. "Okay," Tina said, taking my pants with her to her room. "These need to be washed, you know," she added as she trotted off. "Wait! Tina! I was kidding!" "I know! So was I! Here! They do need washed, though." She chuckled as she tossed my pants towards me. I slipped them on and went next door to Ricky's. His two brothers, Tyler and Josh, were there with him and being obnoxious brats. Ricky was the oldest and assumed authority as he tried to get them to behave, but he only contributed to the chaos himself. While I was there in his house I could faintly detect a familiar smell, or actually, a combination of three smells. There was the sweet fragrance of baby powder tainted by the pungent odor of stale urine and the foul stench of fecal matter. Could it be that someone in this house wore diapers? I wanted to see Ricky's bedroom, but he refused to let me in there. When I asked him why he told me that it was really messy and he would have been embarrassed to have had me go in there. I told him that my room was always a mess and started to open the door. Ricky then got very defensive and insisted that I stay out. Whatever it was, he did not want me to see what was in there. It didn't occur to me until later that perhaps he had evidence of wearing diapers in there that he didn't want me to see. I only spent about an hour over there since Ricky expected his mom to be home and he wasn't to have any friends over unless his mom was home. I told Ricky I would see him tomorrow at school. I spent the afternoon putting the final touches on unpacking, such as re- shelving my books and organizing my desk drawers. I then got put to work helping mom with unpacking stuff for the kitchen. I got tired of it after awhile and went back over to Ricky's to see what he was doing. Ricky's mom came to the door. "Hi," she said. "Hi, I'm Randy, I live next door." "Oh, the new neighbors, I see. Pleased to meet you," she said. "Can I see Ricky?" "Well, not right now. We're in the middle of dinner. Perhaps you could join us tomorrow night for dinner, though." "Great," I said, thinking this was rather fast and forward invitation. "I'll be over, what time?" "We usually eat at 6:30." Ricky then came to the door and talked to me for a few seconds, but had to get back to eating dinner with his family. I told him I'd see him tomorrow at school. It was Wednesday night when I went over for dinner at Ricky's house. I walked over there at around 6:30 as told, which was when they usually started eating. I went in and sat down at the table across from Ricky along with his two brothers. By the time dinner was ready I was quite hungry, which was good since Ricky's mom served up large portions. No wonder Ricky was so fat! His brothers weren't exactly poster boys for physical fitness, either, at least Tyler wasn't. I was served a nice, thick slab of roast beef with mashed potatoes and gravy and corn. During the dinner Ricky's parents asked me several questions. I was nervous at first, knowing that they had a tendency to be strict with who Ricky could have as friends, at least that was what Ricky said about his parents. By the time dessert was served I felt more at ease with Ricky's parents, and I had a feeling that they determined that I was a decent kid, at least I hope this was how they felt. I was even invited to stay and visit after dinner, which was a good indication that I was accepted by his parents. I sat with Ricky on the couch and talked with him and his parents some more. As I looked around, there was solid evidence that at least one person in the house wore diapers. Aside from the smell, there was a stack of fluffy, white diapers on the floor beside the couch! I pretended not to notice them, but there was no way I could possibly ignore their presence. About ten minutes later Ricky's mom reminded the two smaller boys to take their baths. "Can't we wait until Randy leaves?" Josh whined. "No, when I say it's bath time, it's bath time!" she snapped. With no further arguing, the two boys got up and ran into the bathroom. While they were in there Ricky's mom got up and spread one set of diapers out on the floor, taking them from the stack on the floor. She then went to the closet and brought out another set and spread them out, too, right next to the first set. I was watching with much interest as his mom prepared the diapers for whoever was about to wear them. The diapers were all so big I couldn't really tell who they were for. Even the smallest diapers looked like they were too big for Josh, but then, my diapers were quite large, too. "My brothers are both bedwetters, by the way," Ricky explained. "My mom diapers them after their bath." "Oh, I see," I said, watching with much interest. I wanted to ask Ricky if he was a bedwetter. From what I understood, bedwetting did have a tendency to run in families. It wasn't an appropriate time to ask him such a question as we had only been friends for a few days. I decided to drop it until a more appropriate time, but then Ricky brought the question up himself when he pointed out that I was wearing them and wanted to know why. "I'm a bedwetter too," I lied. Ricky's dad was sitting in his chair across the room within earshot. I felt awkward to be saying that in the presence of people I really hadn't gotten to know yet. "Even during the day?" Ricky asked. "You're wearing them now, and you wear them at school." "Sometimes I wet during the day, too," I added. After I revealed to Ricky the reason that I wore diapers (though I falsified my reason), Ricky got up and walked me back to his room and let me in to show me what he had been hiding. There were diapers and plastic pants in his room, including some which had been nicely messed in. He held one of his diapers up and told me that he wore them because he, too, was a bedwetter, just like his brothers. I couldn't believe how big his diapers were. Being as chubby as he was, he did have a big butt to cover. "Even though I knew you were wearing them, I just didn't want you to know I wore them just yet, and I didn't know why you wore them. I've never let anybody at school know." I started to feel guilty about lying to him about being a bedwetter. I had a conscience and knew that lying was wrong and that it almost always catches up with you later. I decided to confess that I wasn't really a bedwetter. "Then why do you wear them?". he asked, sounding perplexed. "I just like to wear them," I said bluntly. "Even to school? I'm surprised you don't get laughed at!" "My mom makes me wear them to school." I then proceeded to explain to Ricky how I found the blue package in the parking lot and how everything progressed from there. The only thing I hadn't yet told him was that Tina did my diaper changes. Ricky then told me that he liked wearing diapers, too, even in spite of the fact that he needed to wear them for bedwetting. He also mentioned that he missed getting changed by his mom. "It made me feel like a baby when my mom did it. She told me that I was getting old enough to handle my own diapers, so I put them on myself." "Does anyone change you?" he asked. "Well uhm um, yeah, my sister does." "Your sister?" "My mom has her do it," I said. Ricky seemed to be intrigued by the thought of having someone such as my sister changing me. He asked me if she'd ever diapered anyone else. I told him that she diapered Joey, too. Somehow I could tell he was wanting Tina to diaper him. He asked me what she looked like and how old she was. "You're not planning on dating her, are you?" I asked jokingly. "No!" he responded. "Where did you get *that* idea?" "I was just joking, but you seemed to want to know a lot about her." "I was just curious," he said. Josh and Tyler came out of the bathroom a few minutes later with towels wrapped around them. Their mom came back in the room carrying some powder, lotion, a small box which I presumed contained pins, two pairs of plastic pants and two white undershirts. The boys sat on the floor, their towels still on them. Tyler asked me if I planned to leave soon. "He's okay, Tyler," Ricky's mom said. "He's a boy like you, and he wears diapers, too!" I turned to Ricky. "Your mom knows I wear them, too?" "Yeah, she said something about it after you came over the other night, so don't worry about trying to hide it from any of us." "Looks like we have a whole neighborhood full of boys in diapers," his mom said. "I know of at least four of them, anyway." Tyler and Josh still didn't want to allow me to see them with nothing on nor did they want me there to see them get diapered. As for me, I wanted to see what they looked like with diapers on. "Come on, kids!" their mom said impatiently. "Better do what your mom says!" their dad threatened. "Come on, Randy wears them, too!" his mom added. "You're all the same." "Let's see them!" Tyler shouted. I stood up and released my pants. I pulled them down a few inches and showed the boys that I did, in fact, wear diapers, just like they did, just like Ricky did. "Why are they so thick?" Tyler asked. "It's just how I wear them." "Let's see the rest of them," Tyler demanded. I felt funny to be stripping off my pants someone else's living room, but Ricky's parents didn't seem to mind my little exhibition. "You don't need to be modest," his dad said. "That's about all they wear around here anyway is just their diapers." I let my pants drop to the ground and showed them my diapers in their entirety. I turned around and let them see how padded up my butt was. Suddenly the atmosphere became less inhibiting and everyone knew that we all wore diapers and there was no reason to hide it. The boys finally dropped their towels and stood before us naked. Tyler sat down on his set of diapers and had his mom diaper him while Ricky diapered Josh. The two boys slipped their plastic pants on and then their shirts. They were then set free to run around the house in just their diapers until bedtime, just like I always did. I wanted to stay longer to see Ricky in his diapers, too, but it was starting to get late and I knew my mom would want me home soon. I thanked his mom for the dinner and went back home. I told Tina that Ricky had been wearing diapers all along, before he even met me. "Maybe you aren't so weird for wearing diapers, Randy," she said. "Maybe there's more kids like you out there than we think." There probably are more of us. If they live in Caulfield, they probably live everywhere around us. THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 27 ------------------------- The first weekend came. Ricky was out of town with his family to go deer hunting. I decided this would be a good time to call Joey over to see the new house. It took some begging and pleading, but Joey's mom gave in and decided to let Joey ride to my house, which required him to cross the busy main street through town to get to my place. We went out to the back yard and played in the piles of leaves that dad had me raking that morning. I told Joey about my new friend Ricky who lived next door. I would have introduced them to each other if Ricky were home. I also told Joey that Ricky wore diapers, too, along with his two bedwetting brothers. "Maybe we should all get together and go trick-or- treating on Halloween," he suggested. I agreed that it sounded like a good idea. Joey also told me what had been happening at the other school since I left. "Darrell's been getting into more trouble, most from hanging around Scott," he said. "I talk to this one kid, his name's Kevin, and we've become friends, and he knows I wear diapers, so he's cool about it." "Does he wear diapers?" "No, he doesn't." "Too bad," I said. "I mean, then he'd fit in with the rest of us, you know." It was starting to get colder and windy as an autumn rain had rolled in and started falling, so we decided to go inside and warm up with some hot chocolate. We just sat around in our diapers like we had done before. Even though Joey and I hadn't been friends for more than a few weeks, it seemed like old times to have him over and having Tina change him and me at the same time. Tina missed getting to do this when Joey was over at our house twice or during a week since she seemed to enjoy changing us as much as we enjoyed getting changed by her. It was nice to see Joey again and I missed the times we had together every day. I knew that it would only be a couple years and then we'd see each other every day in junior high again. I had these afterthoughts as I saw him ride back home late that afternoon in the cold, chilling rain, which continued through the remainder of the weekend. At least it got me out of raking more leaves. Dad invited Uncle Jack and Aunt Beverly over on Sunday to show them the new house. Mom prepared a nice dinner for them and made it sort of a house- warming party. As it was cold and rainy outside I just stayed in all day in my diapers. Uncle Jack learned to ignore that this was my usual attire, but I could tell it still bothered him, especially when I asked Tina to change me. "What kind of kids are you trying to raise?" Uncle Jack asked my dad. "You let your boy wear diapers and you let his sister change him! They'll wind up on one of them talk shows someday!" My dad learned to ignore Uncle Jack's remarks concerning Tina and I and went back to watching the football game on TV. Tina, meanwhile, proceeded with my diaper change as usual. "I guess it's really none of my business what you let your kids do," Uncle Jack said to my dad as he (hopefully) conceded from making any more efforts to "correct" our behavior. Uncle Jack didn't say any more about it and finally gave it a rest. Right after the football game was over he and Aunt Beverly left. After that weekend passed it was back to school as always. It was only a matter of time before someone would say something about the extra bulge in my pants. I got through Monday and Tuesday all right, but on Wednesday the kids started saying things about me. No one had actually come up to me yet and said anything to my face, but I heard a lot of comments about wearing diapers. A lot of them stared at me and said "who wants to hang around with a kid who still wears diapers?" One kid finally said something to me during Thursday's lunch. He was husky, had freckles and shaggy hair, and his breath was atrocious. His name was Steve, one of the eight snotty kids who I had feared. That day he came up to our table during lunch and started harassing Ricky. "Hey fat boy, you got a friend, I see." "Shut up, Steve!" he said. Steve ignored his plea. "What's your name?" the bullying kid asked. "Randy." "Randy! What a great name! Say, you're a little fat around the middle, too, just like your friend!" I knew there was going to be trouble soon. "Let's move," I suggested. "Where you guys going?" Steve continued. "Why are your pants so big, Randy? You wouldn't happen to be wearing diapers, would you? It looks like you are! Let's see them!" I had my lunch and my bag in hand as I walked away from him. He ran up behind me and lifted my shirt. My diapers were showing above my pants as plain as day! "Look everybody! We got a kid who wears diapers!" Everybody then started to laugh. It was the same scenario that I encountered at East Hills. There was just no way of getting away from being treated this way when you wore diapers to school. The first day was always the worst because that's when everyone becomes aware of it and they want to take a shot at you. The humiliation was enough to make me cry, though I managed to keep my emotions as inconspicuous as I could. By the end of the day everybody looked at me and acknowledged that I was a diaper-wearer. It was hard to endure such treatment again, but this was what I got for wanting to wear diapers and I had to accept it, which was hard to do. On the outside I tried to appear assertive and act like I didn't care what other kids thought, but on the inside, it hurt me that they felt they had to treat me this way. I couldn't help it that I wanted to wear diapers so much that I was willing to allow myself to be humiliated. "That's why I wouldn't wear them to school," Ricky said to me on the bus after school. "They're mean kids, I tell you." "I've learned not to say anything back to them. Eventually they'll shut up about it. What I mean is, if you act like you don't care then they won't keep teasing you about it. Eventually they'll think you're weird and stay away from you." "But every time someone sees you they'll think 'there goes the kid who wears diapers.'" "Let 'em think that," I said in defense. "I can't help it that I like to wear diapers and that I like to get changed by my sister. Maybe I should go on one of those talk shows like my uncle told me and Tina to do." "With everything else they talk about on those shows, it wouldn't surprise me that there are others like you," Ricky commented. "Not that I watch them," he added as if to be ashamed of himself if he did. As the week continued I was subjected to more teasing and humiliation, mostly from Steve and his colleagues, but I had learned to deal with it as I had dealt with it before. I knew that even if I did stop wearing diapers cold turkey I would never hear the end of it. Randy Clark was synonymous with diapers, simple as that, and there was nothing I could do to change such an indelible reputation at this point. The only thing I could do was to act like I needed to wear diapers for medical reasons. At least some of the kids would understand this. Telling everybody I wore them because I liked to would have been harder for most kids to understand. As Ricky was now my best friend, he, too, caught a lot of unwanted attention from other kids who mostly teased him about his weight. He too, learned to ignore it over time as he had put up with it since he was nine, when he said his weight problem became more pronounced. The more sensible and compassionate kids realized it was a problem he couldn't control, just as they supposedly knew I couldn't control my need for wearing diapers. At least this made my reason for wearing diapers look more legitimate and it cut down on the amount of teasing I got for it. Then there were the kids who didn't care whose feelings they hurt. They even went so low as to laugh at the kids who were in wheelchairs and on crutches, kids with speech impediments and other handicaps. Just being known for wearing diapers was enough for me to deal with. I was glad when Friday came. Not only was it the weekend, but it was also the first time I would be going over to Ricky's for a sleepover. Again, I was treated to another big meal, although this time it was pizza from the same place my family liked to order pizza. Even the kid who delivered to us before was the one who delivered our pizza tonight. He looked at me as if to have remembered me from when he saw me in just my diapers back at the other house. While I wasn't in just my diapers just yet, he most likely detected the bulky padding in my pants. The dinner was much less formal than it was last night. The four of us sat around a table in which two large pizzas awaited devouring. Ricky must have eaten half of one of the large pizzas by himself! If I kept eating at the rate I had been going the last two nights, I was going to end up looking like Ricky! Soon it was diaper time, at least for Tyler and Josh. The two boys went in for their baths first. In the meantime his mom laid their diapers on the floor for them. When they came out they sat down in their places and got their rumps wrapped in unison. It was all routine, Ricky explained as he diapered Josh. Ricky then took his own bath and came out with a towel wrapped around his portly body. He went into his room and emerged a few minutes later in his diaper and plastic pants. I had never seen such a large diaper on such a large butt before, which Ricky certainly had. After seeing that everyone else was diapered for the evening, I decided that I wanted to get into just my diapers, so I removed my pants and ran around in my diapers along with the other three. It felt silly, but yet exciting, to be among a group of four boys who were all sitting around in just their diapers. Later that evening Ricky offered to show me the basement, which I didn't even know his house had. He led me down the stairs into the recreation room, where his dad was practicing on the pool table. They also had an electronic dart board. The four us decided to play that while his dad continued to play his game. After his dad left, we took over the pool table and played a few games. Suddenly, while I was in the middle of a shot, I heard Tina's voice. She was standing there at the base of the stairs and watching the us standing around the pool table, four boys in diapers. "I wish I could get a picture of this," she said just as I was lining up my shot. "What are you doing here?" "I thought I'd check on you since you're probably due for a change." "Does Ricky's mom know why you're here?" "Yeah, I told her I was here to change your diapers. She said that was fine and let me in. She said you guys were all down here playing." I hadn't yet told Ricky that Tina did most of my diaper changes, so I felt awkward telling him that she would be over. I had to pretend that I wasn't expecting her. "Where are you changing me?" Tina picked up the diaper pail and the diapers she had brought over. "Right here, here in the room." Ricky was standing behind the pool table and was crouched down to conceal his diaper. "I've never had a girl see me in my diapers before," he said to me. "Well, I guess you have now," I said. "Why is your sister here?" "She changes me," I explained. Ricky was in just as much disbelief over this as Darrell and Joey were when they found out that Tina changed me. "I can't believe you even let her *see* you in diapers, let alone change them!" I went back over to Tina and again asked her where she had planned to do my diaper change. "That couch will do," she said, pointing to it across the room. I got myself into position and let Tina do her work. As I was among other boys, it didn't really bother me to be changed in front of them, even though they were watching Tina and I the whole time. She pulled off my wet diapers and replaced them with the clean, dry ones that she brought over. While Tina was working the pins into place I saw Ricky standing behind the pool table, pretending to ignore us when I looked at him, but I could tell he was still getting a glimpse of us out of the corner of his eye. I had seen Joey and Darrell do this, too. There must have been something about having someone else change you that made it desirable to watch. I know this from watching Tina change Joey's diapers. Tina finished up by dropping my soaking wet diapers into the pail. I could hear the wet materials splat against the bottom of the bucket. Tina was going to leave, but she decided that she wanted to play a game of pool with us before heading back home. I asked Ricky if she could play with us. After some hesitation, he shrugged and said "all right." Tina set the pail down by the stairs and grabbed a cue stick. She chalked it up and broke the rack. Ricky watched Tina and I play against each other. Tyler and Josh went back to the dart board. Ricky got over his inhibitions and not only allowed himself to be seen in his diapers by Tina, but offered to play the next game with her. He may have thought he could win Tina, but she was good with a pool cue, enough to beat Ricky, leaving him a bit red in the face. Still, I think he enjoyed playing against her. We took turns and played a few more games until it was almost ten o'clock. Tina had beaten Tony twice by this time and he had yet to beat her. He asked her to play one more game, but Tina needed to be getting back home. When she left she took the diaper pail up with her and reminded me that she would stop by the next morning. "Your sister really kicks butt," he admitted. "Yeah, and she diapers butt, too," I added. Josh and Tyler were both sent to bed by this time, so it was just Ricky and I playing pool for the next half hour. We both sucked at playing pool, and we knew it, but we had fun, especially when we started cheating. At that point the game became farcical and we hung up the sticks. We went back to the dart board and played there for about fifteen minutes before Ricky's mom hollered at us and told us to get to bed. I had to share Ricky's bed with him, but since it was a double, I had plenty of room, even as big as Ricky was. I had never shared a bed with anyone before, and it was uncomfortable at first, but it was likely that neither Ricky nor I would get much sleep anyway. We were up for what seemed like half the night making jokes and chatting. I noticed that Ricky had a tendency to fart a lot. We giggled over them as I let out a few of my own. One thing for sure, they stank, even though our thick diapers should have blocked the odor. Ricky also confessed to me that he was intently watching Tina change my diapers tonight. "My mom told me I had to put my own diapers on," he added. "I always wanted her to do it, but she wouldn't." "So you want Tina to change you?" I asked. Ricky paused for a moment as he hemmed and hawed. "Admit it, you do," I said. "Ask her when she comes over tomorrow." "I don't know, I mean, she is your *sister*!" "I understand," I said as we decided it was time to settle down and try to get some sleep. In the middle of the night I needed to pee. I had no problem with doing it in my own bed, but I felt strange to be lying in someone else's bed-- with that particular someone, nonetheless-- and needing to wet my diaper. I knew that Tina always diapered me quite securely and with plenty of padding, so that wasn't a problem, it was just being in his bed. I was more concerned about how well Ricky's diaper would hold up in case he wanted to use it. He didn't wear his in so many layers like mine were. I knew that I needed a lot of absorbency, and since Ricky was so big and could consume a lot of fluids, I could only imagine how much he could flood his diapers when he did. I decided that I would be more comfortable if I just let it out like I normally did. Ricky seemed to be asleep, or was at least pretending like I had been. I lay there and let myself relax as I released my pee from my bladder and let it pour into the thirsty layers of my diapers. As I lay there and felt the warm rush shooting out and spilling back onto my skin, then running down my crotch and into the diapers, I became excited at the thought of doing it in someone else's bed. Apparently Ricky was still lying awake as he rolled over and asked me if I was awake. "I can't sleep. I also needed to pee, so I did." "Are you really a bedwetter?" he asked me. "By choice," I said. "Me, too." "Does your mom really make you wear them because your brothers do?" "No, she just lets me wear them since I want to wear them. I got jealous when I saw my brothers wear diapers to bed every night, so I just asked my mom if I could wear them, sort of as a joke." "And she said you could?" "Yep, we went to the store the next day and she bought me some. I'm just like you, Randy. It's bad enough that I'm fat, so I don't need anyone at school to know I like to wear diapers, too, and if I hadn't seen that you wore diapers, too, I probably would have never invited you over like this." It felt good that Ricky saw me as a friend who understood the way he felt about wearing diapers, and that he trusted me enough to share his feelings so openly. It must have been three in the morning before I fell asleep. I confirmed it by propping myself up and looking over Ricky's large shoulder to see his alarm clock. It was 3:20. Any chance of getting any sleep looked minimal. THE BLUE PACKAGE: PART 28 ------------------------- The next morning gave proof that I had gotten little sleep. I did wake up from a state of slumber, so I knew I had been sleeping, but for no more than a few hours. As I woke up and took a whiff the air I could tell that Ricky had wet his diapers, something he mentioned only doing occasionally. He must have decided to wet them since I was there and perhaps wanted to impress me, I suppose. It was about 9:00 by the time we were both out of bed. Tina said that she'd be over before 10:00 to change me. We joined Tyler and Josh, who were both sitting in front of the TV watching some other cartoon that I didn't really like. I asked Ricky if he liked Bugs Bunny. "That's my favorite!" he said. He then changed the channel on Tyler and Josh. "Heeeyy!" Tyler whined. "Go watch it downstairs!" he said. "We were here first!" After they argued about it Tyler and Josh backed down and went downstairs, where they usually watched their cartoons, according to Ricky. While we were watching Bugs Bunny Tina came to the door with the pail in one hand and plenty of diapers all neatly stacked and folded in the other hand. This time she took me into Ricky's bedroom and changed me there. Ricky stayed out in the living room and continued watching the TV, but I knew he wanted Tina to change him. I could understand if he was afraid to ask her to do it, and I didn't push the issue with him. I wasn't quite so sure how Tina would react. So far she's diapered Joey and Darrell, so diapering boys other than her brother was nothing new to her. Tina was about to go out the door with my wet diapers when Ricky asked her to stop. She asked him what he wanted. He just sat there and stammered awhile. "Do you want me to change you?" she asked bluntly. He said "y-yes," quite nervous about it. "I figured as much. You, Randy, Joey-- you're all alike! Where to, your room?" Ricky led her into his bedroom and lay down on the bed. After he told Tina where his diapers were she pulled out a large stack of them. His eyes bulged, wondering if she would make him wear them so thick. She sensed that this was what he wanted, so she grabbed even more diapers and laid them on the stack. I had never seen Tina try to put so many diapers on together! There had to have been eight of them in the stack! But who was counting? She started by taking off the wet diaper and setting it aside. She had all the diapers put together as she put them around his big butt and belly and pinned them at the sides, padding him up thicker than what he was used to wearing. It took her awhile to pin them all on him as she used extra pins to ensure a tight, secure fit. His plastic pants barely fit over the bulging layers of cloth. They were stretched about as far as they could go. Tina asked him if he was comfortable in his diapers. He nodded and said he was. Before Tina left, Ricky's mom came in and found that not only that he had been changed back into diapers, but that he was wearing them so much thicker than before. "Why are you still wearing your diapers? And why did you put on so many?" "I didn't put them on; Tina did." "Randy's sister? You let her diaper you?" "She diapers Randy," he said. "They're brother and sister, too! I can't believe you'd let her do that! If you want to wear your diapers like that, then we'll see how long you can go in them! I'll even have Tina change you since you don't mind her doing it!" His mom then confiscated all his pants for the entire weekend and wouldn't allow him to take his diapers off until the end of the day, and that was just so that they could be changed. At that time she called Tina over to change him and to re-diaper him. Again, she put eight diapers on him and even put two pairs of plastic pants over all that bulging white cotton for good measure. That night, when Tina diapered me for bed, she did the same thing, only this time she pinned on twelve diapers! It was an unbelievable twelve layers thick! She could barely get the outer diapers to fit over the others that she had put on already! She had to use lots of pins on me, too. My plastic pants were also barely able to withstand the massive amount of padding that filled my crotch and made me feel like I had a pillow wrapped all around me. I certainly felt like I was sitting on one when I sat down. I wasn't even able to walk without waddling. I almost felt like getting on my hands and knees and crawling. All I needed was my pacifier and I would have felt like a virtual baby. As I lay in bed that night and rolled around in my ever-thick diapers, I sucked on the pacifier and tried to imagine that there were wooden slats in front of me, like I was in a crib. Then an idea came to me. Maybe dad could build me an oversized crib at his shop. I wasn't sure how to ask him, or if I should make such a request at all. I thought that maybe I could get Tina involved in this. I told her about my idea the next morning. "You've really gone too far with this Randy," she said. "You want to sleep in a *crib?*" "I just thought it might be fun." "Ask dad to build you one," she suggested. "Well, that's the problem. I can't just ask him right out." "So, what do you want me to do?" "Maybe you can catch me with my pacifier and tell mom that I'm starting to act more and more like a baby. In other words, I want you to tattle on me." "Okay...," she said, wondering if I had really gone off the deep end. "Then, you can suggest to mom that if I'm acting so much like a baby now then maybe dad should build me a crib." "Are you serious about this?" "I think it would be kind of fun." "Okay, but if this doesn't work the way you want it, then don't blame me. After all, this is what *you* want and it's *your* idea." That evening Tina went over to change Ricky's diapers, the last such change she would do for his weekend punishment. I always went with her for moral support for Ricky. While I was there I told him what I had thought of. He too, thought I was a few pins short of a diaper (to appropriately modify an old cliche), but he agreed that it sounded like it would be fun to do. When we got back, I went into my baby routine and arranged for Tina to walk in on me and "catch" me in the act. So far everything was going according to plan. She went back out to the kitchen and told mom what she saw me doing. Just as I expected, mom came into my room. My heart was racing with anticipation. When she came to the door, I pulled out the pacifier and threw it to the floor, acting like I didn't want to be caught, but intending it to happen. "Randy, is there something we can do to help you? This diaper thing has really gone far! I thought that maybe you'd stop with wearing diapers, but now, you're sucking on a pacifier?" "I found it when I was going through my stuff," I explained. "I thought that sometimes it's fun to think I'm a baby." I knew I was pushing it. "So you want us to treat you like a baby?" I was speechless. I was too nervous to say anything. "Tina thought that perhaps you should be sleeping in a crib." "She what?" I said. "She thought your dad should build you a crib. I think it's a good idea too, especially since it sounds like you concocted this whole thing! I know you, Randy! You don't want to grow up, so we won't let you grow up!" As I sat at the dinner table that night I mulled over what I had gotten myself into. dad told me what he had learned and what he would be doing. "You want a crib, you got a crib! While I'm at it I'll make you a high chair and Tina can feed you your dinner! If this is what you want, this is what you get! I'll be working late a few nights to get this done for you!" Inside, I wanted to thank dad, but they weren't doing this because I wanted it, but because they wanted to make it a more punitive measure. "And we'll redecorate your room and make it look like a nursery!" mom added. "We'll buy you baby toys and make you play with them! What else so you want, Randy?" "You could take him out in a stroller!" Tina suggested. "That's a bit extreme, Tina, but if he ever indicates that he wants it, I'm sure we can arrange it! Only I'd be embarrassed to be pushing a TEN-YEAR-OLD BOY around in a stroller!" "Where are going to find a stroller for a kid that big?" dad asked. "Why do think I have to build the crib and the high chair? Ten-year-olds normally don't *use* these things!" "But Randy is no normal ten-year-old," mom said. "He's a baby!" Now it was too late to back out of it. I was going to be treated like a baby at home. I asked for it and I got it. I just wish my parents could have approached the issue in a more supportive fashion rather than handling it as a punitive measure. I asked dad how long it would be before I would be sleeping in a crib and eating my dinner out of a high chair. "It depends on how fast I can get it done, but I'm doing it! We'll sell your bed when I bring the crib home." It was still a few weeks away before dad had both my crib and my high chair built and ready to bring home. In the meantime I was still given some of the "privileges" of being a big boy. One of those was going out on Halloween. We went as a fivesome-- Joey, his friend Kevin, Ricky, Chuck, and myself. We went around the entire neighborhood and collected a lot of candy. Each of our bags had enough candy to make a dentist see big dollar signs. That was one the last "big boy" activities that I got to do before "Baby Day" came. Over the next several nights dad was coming home an hour late, which delayed dinner until about 8:00. On some nights I was invited to eat at Ricky's house and I had gone over there to play, too. Tina was diapering me twelve layers thick like she had started doing recently. Mom bought me some bigger plastic pants that would fit over the extra layers that I was wearing now. Tina even had me wear two, sometimes three pairs of plastic pants, which wasn't necessary, but it was just the icing on the cake for what had become a full- fledged diaper punishment for me. I told Ricky what was going to happen. He couldn't believe that my dad was going to actually build a crib and a high chair for me. I hadn't yet told him that my room was going to be redecorated as a nursery, but the day I told him that, he had come over to my house and saw that my room was already being redecorated. All my posters had been taken down. The walls had been decorated with wallpaper trim with Baby Mickey and Minnie Mouse on it! They were wearing diapers and holding things like bottles and rattles and had pacifiers in their mouths! Above my bed there was a mobile that played lullaby music! It was so authentic! While Ricky and I were standing in there, mom came in and asked, "so, Randy, what do you think?" "It looks good," I said, though I was embarrassed to have my room done up like this. I also saw that my toys were gone, which was quite a shock. "What did you do with my cars and stuff?!" "They've been put away," mom said. "Go see what's in your new toy box that your dad built." Dad had also built a toy box, on which mom had painted balloons and teddy bears after dad put the finish on it. I opened the lid and saw that there were Fisher Price toys in there! "I'm supposed to play with *these*?" I asked, holding up a bright red fire engine with little fire engine people in it. "They're cars, just like what you had before, so I don't see what the difference is," mom said. There were a couple other changes made to the room. My lamp had been replaced by one with a teddy bear at the base and it had a shade with a likeness of the same teddy bear printed all over it. I had to admit that it looked cute, but not appropriate for a ten-year-old. Finally, the big day came. I got home from school and discovered that I no longer had a bed to sleep in. In its place was the crib that I asked for! It was just like a baby's crib, only bigger. It had the slats on the front which only opened from the outside. Only in an emergency, such as a fire, was I to climb out of it. My dad was going to make it so the top of it had a lid that locked, but when he considered the possibility of a house fire occurring, he scrapped this idea. The bedding had assorted baby theme prints on it, such as blocks, choo- choo trains, clowns, and teddy bears, all in soft baby-like colors. My mom had also purchased wall hangings appropriate to the nursery theme. "Welcome to your nursery," mom said as she stood there in my room with me. "get used to it." Since I no longer had a bed to be changed on, Tina had to use a pad that had been placed on the floor. Mom suggested getting a changing table, but couldn't find one big enough to support me. Tina came in shortly afterwards and diapered me for the first time in my new "nursery." "This looks so cute in here!" she said. "I can't wait to show Debra!" After I was diapered for the day Tina asked me if I wanted to try out my new crib. She opened the gate on the front and let me crawl into it. She then shut it and took a look at me and giggled as I lay there. As the gate was quite high, I would have a difficult time getting out of the crib, but could safely do so in an emergency. As it was near my window, I could just as easily climb out through it if I needed to. Tina then pulled the string on the music box mobile that dangled above my bed. It played all the familiar lullabies. Again, cute, but for a ten-year-old? I lay there for a few minutes and took in the surroundings that accented my second babyhood, if you will. Mom then came in a few minutes later and saw that I was "adapting to my new surroundings quite well," as she put it. She then told me what to expect from now on. "You are to be in your diapers and only your diapers," she started. "But you've pretty much been doing that anyway. You are to do all your homework like a big boy, but you will otherwise be treated like a baby. Tina will check you at her convenience, so no more running to her and telling her you need a change. You will sit in your high chair at dinner and Tina will feed you. This *is* what you wanted, Randy." I asked mom if I would ever have any "big boy" privileges along with being treated like a baby. "Yes, I will allow you to see Ricky and Joey on the weekends and I will allow you that time to play with your "big boy" toys; I know you couldn't do without them. But remember, you will stay in your diapers and only be changed when Tina is ready to change you." It was difficult to get used to the new routine, or the "second babyhood," since that term stuck so well and it fit so nicely. I finished my homework and then went to my room to play with my toddler toys, which included everything from rattles and plastic keys to Lego Duplo(TM) sets, which are the really big Lego pieces that little kids can't put in their mouths. That first evening at the dinner table was rather interesting. I was placed in the high chair and fed my dinner. Tina had a lot even more fun with treating my like a baby. I didn't mind the treatment, just as long as nobody beyond the household (except for Ricky) knew about it. I even had to wear a bib and I had to drink my milk and all other beverages from a bottle. Just before bedtime, Tina gave me my first diaper change that would precede sleeping in the crib. We were now on the floor on a changing pad. Since I had been in the same thick diapers since I got home from school, I had wet them a couple times and also gave them a good soiling. Tina cleaned it all up and diapered me again in twelve thick, thirsty layers of diapers and tightly sealed them in with three new pairs of plastic pants. She then closed the gate and secured it. She said goodnight and turned out the light. As I lay there that night, I thought back on the last few months and reminisced on how the sequence of events led to where I was at today. It was hard to believe that one parent's carelessness of leaving a purchase of diapers in a parking lot, combined with my timing of being there to retrieve them, would eventually transform me into the baby like the ones the original package of diapers was intended for. Funny how it all started with one blue package. *** THE END *** EPILOGUE -------- In the months to come, Randy managed to adjust to living his life as a baby again, although there were times when it was difficult to deal with. Thanksgiving was just a few days away. He had his turkey, mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie like everybody else, but he had to eat them from his high chair and had to let Tina feed him. This presented itself as much of a surprise to the other family members who were present that day and was most amusing to Randy's two cousins Jennifer and Lorraine. By the time Christmas came around, the whole family knew what to expect, but it was still a novel sight to see a ten-year-old boy sitting in a high chair with just diapers on eating his meal the same way it was given to him on Thanksgiving. Even Jennifer and Lorraine got in on the act of feeding and changing "Baby Randy," as he was now called. His gifts under the Christmas tree were equally appropriate- diapers, plastic pants, shirts that were screen printed with baby themes, and of course, more toys fit for a baby. Ricky's interest in diapers had developed even further from being around Randy. The two boys spent most weekends together in just their diapers. Tina continued to take on the responsibility of checking and changing the diapers of her two baby brothers, one who was "adopted". As time went on, Ricky's own two baby brothers Tyler and Josh also found themselves to become more interested in wearing diapers and were spending as much of their time in diapers as their "big" brother Ricky, or was he a "baby" brother? It depends on who you ask. School continued to be an uneasy place for Randy to wear his diapers. While most of the kids were led to believe that Randy had a legitimate reason to wear diapers, some of them still had to take their shots at him as well as Ricky for his size and all the other kids who had their own shortcomings, some of these in which they had no choice nor any control to overcome. These cruel kids had handicaps of their own-- their manners-- and when these kids were told or otherwise reminded of their "handicaps," they only demonstrated their weaknesses even more with their ill- chosen behavior. Their bad karma would only work against them later in life. Randy continued to play with his baby toys with more enjoyment than he wanted others to know about, even Ricky and Joey. Still, he also enjoyed getting his big toys on the weekends, which coincided with his times with Ricky and Joey. Randy had to get used to going over to Ricky's in the cold since all he could wear were his diapers, which Tina continued to put on him as thick as she could fit them. If the weather was tolerable, he would go out the back door and out to the gate and walk down the alley to Ricky's place and enter his house from the back yard over there. On a cold day, Randy just made a run for it, ignoring the fact that everybody who drove by saw him in just his diapers. Joey remained a close, loyal friend who usually came over on Sundays. He too, was quite surprised to see what changes had occurred since Randy decided to be treated like a baby. He too, liked to lie in the crib, and at least he could sit in the high chair and get fed by Tina. While the two boys were once again reunited as classmates in the seventh grade, the time in between seemed to last forever. Randy's diaper interests also were to last forever. He would always be a baby, no matter what his age.