WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 21- All Good Things Must Come To An End
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	For the next couple of weeks of November things were uneventful 
for the most part. Actually, things were going pretty well aside from 
the usual teasing from kids at school, not that this was anything new to 
me. As far as home was concerned, the issue regarding me wearing diapers 
seemed to be settled and nearly everyone in my immediate family, 
including my grandparents, was aware of it now. Only my sister Julie 
would have yet to find out when she came home from college for 
Thanksgiving.
	Thanks to the punishment that Tom and his friends received from 
the vice principal they were not to talk to John and me nor to even be 
near us. This didn't stop the rest of the students from poking fun at us 
for being in diapers and stinking of pee and poop most of the time. John 
took it all in stride and he didn't seem to care what people said to 
him. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it when people called attention to his 
being in his version of diapers. He even called himself names like 
"Stinky Butt" and "Shit Butt", walking down the hallway with his shirt 
up and letting the waistbands of his underwear show. If he had the 
opportunity to do it he would probably walk through the halls without 
any pants on at all and showing off his two dozen-plus briefs to 
everyone and not bat an eye.
	Never before had I been happier with any one friend than with 
John. It didn't even matter to me anymore that Kurt and Justin had 
seceded their ties with me. John was so much more fun. Every weekend we 
got together and enjoyed sitting around in shit-filled diapers the whole 
time and jacking off. We wrote stories and drew pictures and had lots of 
fun with the instant camera at John's house. We must have had over a 
dozen pictures of each of us donning our diapers, and thanks to C.J., 
there were several pictures taken of John and me together. I also had 
photocopies and reprints of the dozens of pictures that C.J. had taken 
of John in his multiple underpants. I shared with John the few pictures 
Rena managed to get of me in my diapers. We each had a growing scrapbook 
of memoirs of our mutual interests in shit-filled underwear and diapers. 
We each felt we had the perfect friendship in spite of what everyone 
else at school thought about us. We didn't need any of those assholes.
	This is not to say that everything was rosy at this point, but 
overall I felt pretty good about myself and my friendship with John. 
There were still some issues I had to work out. I didn't handle the 
teasing from other kids as well as John. In spite of the pleasures it 
brought to me to wear diapers at home, I just didn't feel that I should 
wear them at school. Of course it was too late for that now since 
virtually everyone knew about it now. I tried to follow John's lead and 
figure that I had nothing to lose at this point, but it wasn't that 
easy. This was the one issue that I still had to work out with myself 
and my desire to wear diapers.
	The day was Monday, the week of Thanksgiving. I was in the middle 
of doing an English exercise when one of the office aids delivered a 
note to Mrs. Tucker, my English teacher. She called me to the front.
	"What the hell?" I thought to myself. I knew I had done nothing 
wrong, so why was I being called to the office? Mrs. Tucker wrote the 
time on the slip and told me I could finish the assignment tonight and 
turn it in tomorrow.
	Nervously I walked down the hall to the principal's office. My 
diapers were wet and poopy. I felt the slimy filth of my wastes clinging 
to my butt as I made my way into the office.
	I handed the note to the receptionist, who recorded the time I 
arrived on the slip.
	"Mr. Jordan will be right with you," the receptionist said.
	"Th-th-thanks," I uttered. The receptionist could see that I was 
about to jump out of my skin, being that I was so nervous and pale.
	"Are you okay?" she asked me, seeing that I was shaking and even 
hyperventilating.
	"No, I'm not," I said, almost crying.
	"Can I call the nurse for you?" she asked me.
	"I dunno," I said. "I don't know what I did! I don't know why I'm 
in trouble. I didn't do anything."
	"You're here to see Mr. Jordan, right?" she asked me.
	"Uh yeah, why?"
	"He's the school counselor, sir, not a vice principal."
	I didn't even know the school had anybody like this.
	"He's not the principal?" I said naively. I had only been at this 
school for a few months and I didn't know the names of all the 
administrative or specialist staff members.
	"No, he's not, so you're not in trouble," the receptionist assured 
me. Boy, was this a relief! I felt chills running through my body as my 
adrenaline rush peaked and then went down. I was sweating and still 
shaking as I recovered from my anxiety.
	A few minutes later a bearded man in a cardigan sweater appeared.
	"Mr. Danny Crosby," he said.
	"Yes, that's me," I replied.
	"Mr. Jordan," he introduced himself. His demeanor was warmer than 
I could ever expect from a vice principal or even most teachers. He 
directed me into his office and gently shut his door.
	He could see that I was still very shaken and he told me to just 
breathe deeply and relax.
	"You're not in trouble, Mr. Crosby," he told me. "Did you think I 
was one of the principals?"
	"Yeah, I did," I said. "Sorry."
	"Ahh, it's all right," he said. "You're new here and a lot of kids 
in your grade don't know who I am or that I'm even here until they talk 
to me."
	"So, uhh, what am I here for?" I asked Mr. Jordan. He got right 
down to business and told me that all of my teachers had reported that 
students in their classes had been causing disruptions because of the 
fact that I wear diapers. He also mentioned that he had observed the 
activity that had been going on around me at lunchtime. Because of this, 
he wanted to talk to me and help me to deal with this matter. After 
seeing that I was calmed down he asked me some non-probing questions and 
got me comfortable enough to where I would take the lead and tell him 
about how I felt about wearing diapers in school. He assured me that 
everything we discussed would remain in strict confidence.
	I didn't go into a lot of details, but I did tell Mr. Jordan that 
I have always had the desire to wear diapers which resulted from 
difficult potty training, and only recently did events that occurred at 
home come to a head and it was decided that the only way to resolve the 
issue was for me to wear diapers full time, including school.
	It seemed that Mr. Jordan was concerned that my coming to school 
in diapers was a form of parental abuse as most of his questions seemed 
to be related to this area. I didn't want him to turn my parents in 
since I didn't think they were doing anything wrong by having me wear 
diapers. I knew it would mean being made fun of at school, but I 
rationalized this by telling myself, just as John did, that I had 
nothing to lose at this point.
	Mr. Jordan asked me some more questions and he gave me a few 
minutes to tell him some other things about my background. He felt 
pretty confident that I had a good home life, which I did, but added 
that perhaps the issue regarding me wearing diapers could be handled in 
such a way that I didn't need to be wearing them to school.
	I voluntarily mentioned to Mr. Jordan my recently formed 
friendship with John and how I befriended him after I observed the 
extreme extent to which he wore his underpants and used them like a 
diaper. Mr. Jordan nodded at this, although he didn't acknowledge that 
he had spoken to John. Given John's behavior, I had a feeling that John 
had also been in here to talk to Mr. Jordan about his extreme 
diaper/underwear shitting fetish. As Mr. Jordan had to remain committed 
to his vow of confidentiality, I knew he wouldn't answer any questions I 
had concerning any such discussions with John. I decided to tell John 
after school about my discussion with Mr. Jordan, hoping that John would 
tell me about any experiences he may have had talking to Mr. Jordan.
	I was told that I would have an appointment tomorrow with Dr. 
Babbitt, who was the school psychiatrist. I felt better after talking to 
Mr. Jordan. I shook his hand as I left the office and returned to class 
for all of five minutes before the bell rang.
	During lunch I told John about my visit with Mr. Jordan and my 
upcoming visit with Dr. Babbitt. He told me that he had visited with Mr. 
Jordan a few times during the school year and had also been evaluated by 
Dr. Babbitt.
	I noticed that John appeared rather glum-looking. As I told John 
that I noticed his mood, he told me that there was more to his past that 
he didn't want to tell me until after school. I asked him what brought 
him to where he wanted to tell me this.
	"I'll explain it all after school," John said.
	"Okay, I said. This wasn't sounding good and I could hardly stand 
the suspense that would remain with me until John finally had the chance 
to tell me what was on his mind. I asked him if he could come over to my 
house after school and we could discuss it there. John agreed to do 
this. For the rest of the day I thought about what the big news that 
John had to tell me was.
	After school John came over to my house with me as we had agreed 
upon. Since Rena was home she stripped me of my overripe diapers first 
thing and thoroughly cleaned me up, putting me into a clean and much 
thicker set of diapers. John watched Rena perform every step of my 
diaper change. He even assisted her with putting in the diaper pins. 
Rena then asked John if he wanted to be diapered, too.
	"Sure," he said, opting to enjoy wearing some real diapers instead 
of his underwear. "I'm gonna be here awhile anyway." With this, Rena 
pulled off the massive multitude of his poop-filled and pee-soaked 
underpants and replaced them with a set of diapers that she layered on 
him as thickly as mine. After Rena left our room John called his Mom at 
work to let her know where he was. He also asked her if he could stay 
for dinner. After asking my Mom if he could stay for dinner and getting 
my Mom's approval, John told his mother that he would call her when he 
was ready to go home. With this bit of business done, John and I 
returned to my bedroom. Rena had gone upstairs and my Mom went over to 
the store to help my Dad. John was glad to see that we had the whole 
downstairs to ourselves now.
	John asked me to close the door to my room, which I did. John then 
sat on one end of my bed while I sat on the other. At long last I would 
find out what he was wanting to tell me.
	"We're moving," John said to me. He gave me a moment to absorb 
this information. It hit me like a brick. My exhilarated feelings about 
our solid friendship were suddenly shattered and my bubble had burst. It 
seemed that in only two months of friendship we were inseparable and 
would remain best friends for the rest of our lives.
	"What?" I said once I had a moment to think about John's doleful 
announcement.
	"Yeah, I didn't even find out until this morning," John said 
somberly.
	"When are you moving?" I asked him.
	"After Thanksgiving," he said. I was hoping it would be longer 
than this. "The thrift shop is closing the day before. It's already 
sold, merchandise and all. My Dad had to accept a quick and cheap 
offer."
	"So I take it you won't be living around here anymore," I said.
	"No, we're moving to Oregon," he said glumly. "I don't even know 
where, other than that it will be on the coast, a long ways from here."
	"Shit," I said as I put my arm around John, wanting to cry. "Why 
all the sudden are you just moving? Why did your Dad have to sell his 
store so fast?"
	"We found out that my asshole father, my real father, is in Boise 
and he's looking for us."
	I could hear the anger in John's voice as he mentioned his real 
father. John then recounted in more detail the horrible things his dad 
did to him and what John did to keep his dad from molesting him. He told 
me again about how he would have C.J. pin his underwear on for him to 
keep his dad from "grabbing the goods", as John euphemized it. He also 
explained that by making himself dirty and soiled with shit that this 
would make him less desirable to his father.
	John then digressed some more from the topic about him moving and 
he told me that C.J.'s involvement with his multi-layered underwear led 
him and C.J. to engage in incestuous activity with each other, which, 
after awhile, gave C.J. another excuse to pin John's underwear on after 
making sure he had on so many pairs that he, in turn, could do nothing 
with his genitals except to keep his sexual feelings contained within 
his own shit-filled underwear.
	"We both feel guilty about what we did before and we try not to 
talk about it," John said. "I think my guilt over having my first sexual 
experience with a girl being my sister is what turned me off from girls 
and why I think I'm gay."
	I didn't know what to make of John's sexual orientation at this 
point. It all seemed so highly convoluted with so many different 
influences contributing to it, some good and some bad. Everything about 
his sexuality could be traced back to his use of multiple underpants and 
pooping in it. It made me glad I wasn't a sex therapist who had to try 
straightening it all out for John.
	"I still let C.J. clean my shitty stinky ass up and put all my 
undies on for me," John continued. He began rubbing himself while he 
talked about C.J. "She enjoys it, too, putting pair after pair, after 
pair, after pair, after pair, after pair, after pair, after pair, and so 
on, on her little brother's butt, until she's got three or four dozen 
pairs of underwear on me, knowing I will have to shit in them and fill 
up my underwear with poop, since I can't get them off because she's 
pinned the top six pairs or so to my shirt. She always tells me about 
how big and thick and white my underwear looks to her and how much I 
smell of poop, saying that this is how she thinks all boys should be 
treated. I'm a fucking weirdo to like this shit so much, but goddammit, 
I enjoy it more than anything else."
	I had to admit that John was starting to go off the deep end at 
this point. I began to understand the extremity to which he carried his 
underwear/diaper fetish. And to think *I* was obsessed with a fetish for 
shitty diapers. My case was quite mild compared to John; his was 
borderline dysfunctional, as evidenced by his admission to frequently 
masturbating in shit-filled underpants in front of C.J.
	John then began masturbating vigorously. He asked me to sit on him 
and stick my diapered butt in his face while he lay down on my bed and 
jerked himself off. He recited the things that C.J. often told him while 
he jacked off. A few minutes later he came, and he kept rubbing himself 
until he completely exhausted himself. I got up off of him and let him 
cool down and regain his breath. After he rested he apologized to me.
	"Sorry that I got so excited there," John said. "I can't help it 
that all I can ever think about is pooping in my underwear and getting 
off on it. As you probably know by now, my sexuality is totally fucked 
up. I do this in front of C.J. all the time and she tells me what she 
sees when I go around in my thick underwear and what she thinks about 
it. I just had a lot of tension to get out after finding out about 
moving."
	"It's okay," I said to John, again putting my arm around him. "You 
can be sure that this is something I will never, ever tell anyone."
	"Thanks," John said as he wiped a tear from his eye. We then got 
back to talking about the move. John told me how they found out his real 
dad had moved to Boise and was on the lookout for John and his family.
	"Can't you get a restraining order against him?" I suggested.
	"My Dad would rather just get us the fuck away from him," John 
said.
	John and I talked about past experiences with each other, having 
only covered the last two months. It seemed that we had been friends 
longer than this, and of course I wished it would last forever. 
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 22- Last Day at John's House
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	Finding out about John's sudden announcement that he was moving 
left me feeling very bummed out, to say the least. As I had another 
appointment with Mr. Jordan on Tuesday, I talked to him about this 
matter briefly before he escorted me to Dr. Babbitt's office. Dr. 
Babbitt asked me a series of questions and had me answer some tests and 
perform some mental exercises, one of which included reassembling a 
puzzle that consisted of blocks divided diagonally with a red triangle 
on one side and a white triangle on the other. I didn't really 
understand the purpose of all this, but I went along with it. It was 
better than my usual schoolwork. Dr. Babbitt asked me some more 
questions about my diaper fetish. I didn't feel as comfortable with him 
as I did with Mr. Jordan. Dr. Babbitt's approach was more objective and 
clinical in nature. After he wrote some notes on his clipboard he 
excused me from his office and I returned to class.
	After school I had told my Mom about John and why he was moving. 
My Mom understood why I was so upset about this, seeing that I had so 
much fun with John and that we shared an unusual interest and needed 
each other's support. My Mom felt especially bad about John when she 
learned of John's abusive past and hoped that he would find a friend 
like me wherever he was going. She also acknowledged that she wasn't 
surprised to learn of John's history of abuse, of which I didn't give my 
Mom the full details.
	"Maybe you and John can write letters back and forth," my Mom 
suggested. I agreed it was a good idea, but it was no substitute for 
having John's thickly covered butt right in front of me while he was 
wearing several dozen pairs of underwear and shitting in it while I did 
the same thing in my diapers. I felt that I needed his close friendship 
more than ever and things just wouldn't be the same without him. He was 
a one-of-a-kind as far as I was concerned.
	Wednesday passed uneventfully for the most part. School was only 
half a day and everyone was excited about the upcoming four days off 
from school. I wish I had more to be excited about, though. John had to 
go home after school and get his stuff packed for moving. I decided to 
go over there with him and help him. It would be our last chance to 
spend any time with each other.
	I followed John into his house with him. As I looked around the 
house a number of nonessential items had been packed and stuffed into 
boxes. C.J. was busy packing up stuff in the kitchen when we got home.
	"How are you boys?" she asked.
	"Okay, I guess," I said. "I'm gonna miss you guys."
	"I know," C.J. said, trying to console me while giving me a hug. 
"I'm going to miss you, too, Danny. You're a lot of fun, and you're just 
like John. I hope he'll find someone like him to be friends with."
	John didn't waste any time to get his pants off so that he could 
get his underwear changed. I went into his room with him and saw that 
some of his belongings had already been boxed up. John still had his 
underwear in his drawers and he explained that his underwear drawers 
would be loaded into the U-Haul truck with his underwear in them.
	"No point packing it into boxes first," John said. "I'd need a lot 
of boxes, for one thing," he added with a proud look on his face.
	"Yeah, you would," I said as I watched him strip off his plastic 
pants and two dozen pairs of wet underwear, the maximum amount he could 
wear with his big pants to fit over them. He removed the last few pairs 
and revealed the huge clod of poop that had been wedged between his butt 
and his undies for the last few hours. As his poop was hard and solid, 
it hadn't spread around all over his butt like it usually did, so he 
didn't even take time to clean himself up. He left the residual layer of 
poop on his behind and then proceeded to "diaper" himself up. While he 
was busy putting on his briefs he told me to take my pants off.
	"You're gonna be here awhile anyway," he said. With this I removed 
my pants and tossed them aside, leaving me in just my diapers. I was 
only wet so far. John spent several minutes putting more and more 
underwear on. Judging by the thickness of his underwear and the size of 
the pairs he had to use on top of the stack he had on over three dozen 
pairs. The most I had seen him wearing was 50 pairs. I asked him how 
many he was planning to put on.
	"I dunno," he said. "How about let's have a contest and see who 
can put the most underwear on," John suggested excitedly. I agreed, 
being that this would probably be the last time John and I would have 
the chance to have this kind of fun with each other. Of course this 
meant taking off my diapers, which were only wet, and replacing them 
with John's underwear. I was only diapered for school anyway, meaning 
that my diapers were thinner than normal so that they could accommodate 
my pants.
	I pulled down my plastic pants and then unpinned my diapers and 
let them drop to the floor. I figured while my diapers were off I might 
as well get them washed and dried so that they would be ready by the 
time I was ready to go back home. For now I set my diapers aside and 
began putting on underwear, taking it straight out of John's drawer.
	"How many have you put on so far?" I asked him.
	"Forty," he said. He also told me how many of each size he had 
used, so I followed his guidelines and began putting on the same amount. 
Several of the pairs were dingy and stained beyond hope of ever being 
mostly white ever again, but it didn't matter. It felt funny going back 
to putting on multiple pairs of underwear after being in real diapers 
for over a month now. I came to appreciate the unique qualities of 
multiple underpants that I had missed with wearing diapers, especially 
the fly fronts and the wide array of varying waistband stripe patterns.
	Once I had caught up with John and had on the same amount of 
underwear that was contained in John's thick stack, we began the 
contest. At forty pairs mine were already fitting tightly and my stomach 
felt constricted. I had put on a dozen size 12's and 14's each, and then 
I had on sixteen size 16's. Since John's waist was smaller than mine he 
could go to 50 pairs, using size 18 briefs that his Mom had brought home 
from the store recently. I also dipped into the size 18 supply he had 
and began putting these on. I managed to reach 50 pairs, but this was as 
far as I could go. They were so stretched out and they couldn't go up 
over the huge mass of underwear I had on. John was still going, shooting 
for and eventually attaining 60 pairs!
	"There, 60 pairs!" he announced. "That's a new record!""
	"Looks like you won," I said. "I could barely put on fifty."
	John acknowledged that he had an advantage over me by having a 
smaller waistline than I did. One thing for sure was that fifty pairs of 
underwear was awfully damn thick, to say nothing of sixty pairs. John's 
butt was sticking out more than I had ever seen it before. He sat on the 
bed and I could see a solid wall of underpants layered atop one another 
in his crotch. I had an immense hard-on that was being pressed up 
against my waist ever so tightly. Just walking around-- which was very 
hard to do at this point-- generated enough friction between my body and 
my briefs to stimulate my penis. I felt I could bring myself to 
ejaculation if I walked around enough. Between this and the sight of 
John's padded butt I couldn't resist the urge to elicit an ejaculation. 
I asked John if I could rub my front up against his behind, explaining 
that I was about to come any minute. He said his underwear was doing the 
same thing to him. He got up on his hands and knees and bent over, 
allowing me to use his butt clad in five dozen pairs of underwear as a 
surface for me to rub against as well as for its visual appeal. At the 
same time I reached around John's waist and rubbed the front of his 
underwear. I couldn't feel his hard-on underneath all that underwear.
	It didn't take me long for both John and me to lose our cum loads. 
John rolled on his back and lay on his bed after he came, keeping his 
sixty pairs of underwear on. After I creamed my relatively paltry four-
dozen plus pairs of underpants I had to remove it and take the pressure 
off of my waist and my genitals. I realized that I had gone beyond a 
comfortable limit.
	After I had a chance to recover from such an intense masturbation 
I put thirty pairs of underwear back on, half of what John kept on 
himself for the rest of the afternoon. I put my plastic pants on and 
then picked up my diapers to carry them out to the washing machine. John 
went ahead of me and waddled in his enormous stack of undies.
	C.J. was still busy individually wrapping each glass in newspaper 
when she saw us come out to the kitchen. She noticed that John had on 
more underwear than he usually wore.
	"Going for another record, I see, now that Mom picked up some 
bigger underwear to fit over that butt of yours," C.J. remarked.
	"Sixty pairs!" John said as he turned his rear end to C.J. to show 
off the magnitude of the thickness of his underwear. C.J. pulled back 
his plastic pants and ran her hand over the waistbands, seeing that many 
of them didn't come up high enough to fit over the pairs that rose up 
higher on his back, which were somewhere in the 30-40 pair range.
	"Looks like you'll have to go to men's sizes now," C.J. remarked, 
citing the fact that with the size 18 pairs, John had reached the upper 
limit on boys' underwear sizes, at least externally. He had a ways to go 
on the inside, however.
	"Well, Mom will have to start buying them since we won't have the 
thrift store anymore," John said.
	"Mom said she would get you some real diapers after this, anyway," 
C.J. said. C.J. then noticed that I had on briefs and not diapers when 
she saw the multitude of waistband showing through my plastic pants as 
well as the fly front.
	"Did you go back to underwear like John again?" C.J. asked me.
	"Just for today, since I didn't have any extra diapers with me," I 
explained. "In fact, I'm putting these in the wash so I'll have clean 
diapers to wear home." With this, I took my diapers out to the washing 
machine and then I returned to the kitchen. John and I helped C.J. wrap 
the glasses and some of the other dishes and then pack them. Thinking 
about the fact that tomorrow was Thanksgiving, it occurred to me that 
this wasn't an ideal time to be packing dishes. I asked C.J. how they 
were going to have Thanksgiving dinner.
	"We're going to a restaurant," C.J. explained. "With this move 
coming up all the sudden, there's just too much going on for us to have 
dinner here."
	"We're going to my grandparents' house," I said.
	John and I finished helping C.J. pack the dishes. We then went to 
John's room where I helped him pack all his stuff. He had several books 
and magazines as well as toys. When we got to his collection of diaper-
related materials such as drawings and stories, we both sat on the bed 
and looked through all of them to reminisce on the last few months of 
our lives, perhaps the happiest days of our lives in spite of what we 
dealt with at school. During that time I loaded my underpants and the 
entire seat filled up with shit. My crotch and balls were blissfully 
coated in filth, it felt so good, enough to elicit an erection again. 
John, too, enjoyed a good dump in his underwear. He got up on his hands 
and knees and stuck his butt in my face. He on so much underwear that I 
had no idea that he was taking a shit in them. I couldn't even smell it. 
He said he had farted, but his sixty pairs of underwear muted it to 
complete silence.
	After having read to each other some passages from our own many 
underwear/diaper shitting stories, we jacked each other off again. I had 
shot most of my cum from just awhile ago, but it still felt good as 
John's hand rubbed the front of my underpants until I couldn't withstand 
the stimulation any longer. After we enjoyed ourselves for a few minutes 
more we went back to packing things up. We still weren't ready to put 
away John's collection just yet and caught ourselves thumbing through 
the pages again in spite of having just exhausted ourselves of erotic 
energy.
	In just a short amount of time, John had amassed a good collection 
of stories and artwork as well as a thick scrapbook full of diaper ad 
clippings from magazines and a big photo album of him in his "diapers." 
I imagined what we would have in a couple years from now if only John 
weren't moving away.
	"If only John weren't moving away," I repeated those words through 
my mind. It was enough to make me shed a couple tears. I felt a great 
pang of sadness as John and I took one last look at his collection 
together before he packed it all away. At least he and I had the same 
things in each other's collections by making copies of each other's work 
or having duplicate diaper ad clippings. We only had crudely discernible 
photocopies of each other's photographs, but they were good enough to 
help us remember what each of us looked like wearing what we loved to 
wear and use. Our collections would be a lifelong reminder of these 
wonderful times we had together.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 23- Julie's Reaction
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	After John and I had spent most of the afternoon together, Mom 
called and said she would come pick me up. By then my diapers were 
washed and dried. C.J. wanted to diaper me one last time, so I let her 
do the work. She took me into the bathroom and stripped off the thirty 
pairs of underpants I had on. As I felt my underpants thinning down, I 
watched the pile of wet briefs grow bigger and bigger, with several 
badly soiled pairs to top of the heap of piss-soaked undies. C.J. gave 
my butt and my balls plenty of attention as she dutifully cleaned off 
the layer of filthy poop, as if she were immune to the smell from having 
cleaned her brother's butt the same way for so many years. Naked below 
my waist, C.J. then escorted me into John's bedroom and had me lie on 
his bed. She had taken with her my diapers, which were still warm from 
being in the dryer. She then stuck the diapers underneath my butt and 
spread them out. I set myself down on the pile of cloth and anticipated 
their tight wrap around me once C.J. got them on. She fulfilled my 
anticipation and pulled the diapers up over my balls and my hard dick as 
tightly as she could. She waved bye-bye to my penis before she engulfed 
it in the thick diapers. She made sure my belly-button was covered by 
the high diapers, pointing out that even John's underpants didn't go as 
high as my diapers did.
	"I look forward to when John starts wearing real diapers like you 
do," C.J. commented. She smiled as she starting inserting the pins into 
my diapers.
	"I'll miss snapping his waistbands, but pinning up his diapers 
will be just as fun," C.J. remarked. She finished pinning my diapers on 
and then she topped them off with my plastic pants. I stayed in just my 
diapers until my Mom showed up. Before I put my pants on, I gave John a 
final hug goodbye. C.J. also gave me a hug and said she would miss me.
	"I'll miss you, too," I said to her. In the back of my mind I was 
thinking about how I wish C.J. has been my sister.
	"It's been lots of fun," I said.
	"That it has," C.J. agreed.
	"Write me when you get moved in," I told John, trying my damnedest 
to refrain from breaking into tears.
	"I will," he promised me. "We'll stay in touch. We'll always be 
friends, no matter what the distance."
	My Mom came to the door and said goodbye to John and C.J., wishing 
them a safe move.
	"Get your pants on, son," my Mom told me, seeing that I was still 
in just my diapers and my shirt. I went to John's room and put my pants 
on. I took one more look at John and said goodbye to him. I then walked 
out the door and heard it closing behind me.
	The weather had turned since we had gotten out of school. The sky 
was clear and the sun was shining then; it was in the mid forties. As I 
walked to the car I noticed that the sky had become overcast. A cold 
wind blew across my face and pelted it with light rain droplets, or 
perhaps it was snow, indications of the great storm that was coming.
	"Well, hopefully you'll get your old friends back," my Mom said. 
"I must say that you burned your bridges with them."
	"I know," I said sullenly. "I wish John weren't moving. It's gonna 
spoil my Thanksgiving."
	"Oh, don't let it do that," my Mom said, trying to make me feel 
better. "You'll have a nice, big meal at Grandma and Grandpa's house and 
then play games. At least try to have fun."
	"I'll try my best," I said. I then decided to change the subject 
and shift my mind to other concerns, mainly my sister Julie's safety in 
getting home from college. She went to the University of Idaho in the 
town of Moscow, over 300 miles from Boise. The highway between Moscow 
and Boise passed through several steep and winding mountain passes.
	As we got about a mile from home, the storm had picked up in 
intensity; it was definitely snow, the same snow that Julie was probably 
stuck driving in.
	"Is Julie home yet?" I asked my Mom.
	"No, but she should make it, now that's she's gotten through the 
mountains. She called from Horseshoe Bend [a small town about 20 miles 
north of Boise] and said the snow was really starting to come down once 
they got to Cascade. I know she doesn't like driving in snow."
	After we got home I asked Mom if I should keep my pants on or take 
them off.
	"Leave them on until Julie gets settled in," my Mom said. "Her 
nerves will be rattled enough just from the drive home."
	"She'll have to eventually know that I wear diapers," I said to 
Mom.
	"I know, but you know how Julie is. We don't want to surprise her 
too much at once."
	I wanted to take my pants off since I was used to being in just my 
diapers and liked the fact that everyone could see that I was wearing 
them. But Mom was right, and I didn't really want to deal with Julie's 
initial reaction to finding out that I wear diapers. Unlike Rena, who 
liked to tease me about wearing diapers and put them on me, Julie would 
not take to it as well. She was always disgusted by my pooping accidents 
from my earlier boyhood, and the fact that I had worn several briefs 
together like a diaper for handling such accidents.
	It was starting to get dark outside. Julie was expected any 
minute. She was running late and we were getting worried. Fortunately 
she showed up when she did. I had forgotten that a friend had ridden 
home with her and she had to drop her friend off at her house in Boise.
	I never thought I would miss my sister, but it was good to see her 
when she came in the door. I even hugged her, which I could never recall 
the last time I did. She took a few minutes to get settled in and 
relaxed before going back out to her car to get her stuff. Her stuff 
included a large bag full of laundry.
	About a half hour later I asked Mom if I should go ahead and let 
Julie know about my wearing diapers.
	"Not yet," my Mom advised. "Wait until bedtime," she said. That 
was four hours from now. I really didn't like having pants on anymore 
and I was missing having on my much thicker diapers that were very much 
prohibitive for wearing pants.
	Julie then decided to do her laundry. She hauled the big garbage 
bag of her dirty clothes out to the laundry room. When she opened up the 
washing machine she made the big discovery on her own that somebody was 
now wearing diapers.
	"Mom!" Julie hollered from the laundry room. She then came out 
from the laundry room and came into the kitchen, where my Mom was busy 
making Jell-o for tomorrow's feast. Julie was holding one of my diapers 
up in front of her.
	"Whose diapers are these?" she asked. Mom then turned to me, and 
without even having to say my name, Julie knew that they were my 
diapers.
	"Danny's wearing diapers?" Julie asked, sounding surprised. Rena 
came into the kitchen to see what was going on now that Julie had 
discovered my diapers.
	"Yes, dear, he's in diapers now," my Mom replied.
	"What for?" Julie asked.
	"I'll explain later," my Mom said.
	"I'll tell her!" Rena said.
	"Not now, Rena," my Mom said.
	"Well, guess you don't need these now!" Rena said as she came up 
behind me and pulled on my pants. She quickly reached around my waist 
and unfastened the snap. The pressure exerted on the zipper caused my 
pants to slip off. Rena then pulled them down, exposing to Julie the 
diapers that I had on.
	"I don't believe it!" Julie said. "Why is Danny wearing diapers?" 
Julie asked.
	"Finish your laundry, dear, and I'll explain it after I get back," 
my Mom said as she was headed out the back door. "I need to go help your 
father close up."
	Since the cat was out of the bag on my diapers, I decided to leave 
my pants off and go around in my diapers like I always did. Rena could 
see that my diapers were not of sufficient thickness, so while Julie 
resumed her laundry, Rena took me into my room and added more diapers to 
the set I already had on.
	Rena noticed that my diapers were clean for the most part and I 
had only wet in them once.
	"Did you just put these on awhile ago?" Rena asked me. I explained 
to her what I had done at John's house this afternoon, including 
mentioning that C.J. diapered me shortly before Mom came to pick me up.
	"Well, in that case, I'll just leave these diapers on you and add 
some more diapers on top of them," Rena said with a smile. "C.J. sure 
did a good job diapering you, that's for sure."
	Within minutes Rena had me back up to the usual level of eight 
diapers and lots of pins in each side. No doubt Julie would be shocked 
when she saw that I was much more heavily diapered than when she saw me 
before.
	I decided to stay in my room and wait until Mom came home since I 
didn't want to have to explain to Julie why I was wearing diapers. I 
could hear Rena telling Julie about my friend John.
	"That's disgusting!" I heard Julie through my bedroom door. "He's 
twelve years old and he shits himself like an overgrown baby!"
	At this point I had to step in and stand up for myself, so I left 
my room and went out to the living room. Julie took one long look at me 
and noting that I was very well diapered.
	"You're disgusting, Danny," she said, turning her head away from 
me. "At least be decent and get some pants on."
	"Well, Julie, if you took a look at how thick his diapers are, 
you'll see that he can't wear any pants."
	"My brother is wearing diapers, unbelievable," Julie said.
	"Well, you do remember when I had accidents, and I wore all that 
underwear, you remember that?" I said to Julie.
	"Yes, and I thought it was pretty sick that you did that." Julie 
said. "I got diarrhea, too, but you didn't see me putting on all my 
underwear, did you?"
	"Well, no, I didn't," I said.
	"You're twelve years old, Danny," Julie said.
	"Closer to thirteen," I said, referring to my birthday that was 
coming up in three months.
	"And he'll still be wearing diapers then, too," Rena said.
	"So, do you like sitting in your filth, Danny?" Julie said. "I 
just can't imagine doing that."
	"It's a boy's thing," Rena said. "Trust me, I'd never do it, 
either."
	"Whatever it is, I'd suggest you get some help," Julie advised me. 
She then told me to get my diapers out of the washing machine and into 
the dryer since she refused to touch them.
	"But they're washed," I said.
	"I don't care, I'm not touching anything you've shit and pissed 
in," Julie said. "Remember how I hated having to move your underwear out 
of the washing machine? That's why, because you pooped in it all the 
time."
	Julie then looked at me in disgust as she watched me stick my 
diaper-clad butt towards her while I bent over to reach down into the 
washing machine to pull out my diapers and then transfer them to the 
dryer.
	"And why do you wear so many diapers?" Julie asked me, undoubtedly 
noticing their extreme thickness as I bent over even farther to load the 
dryer.
	"I like them really thick," I said. "Just be glad that I have so 
many diapers on my butt so that you'll be further separated from what's 
in them."
	"You are *so* disgusting, Danny!" Julie said. "Don't you think 
so?"
	"No, not really," I said to Julie. "I just like to wear diapers, 
what's wrong with that?"
	"What you're doing is not normal for anyone your age," Julie said 
in a critical tone of voice. "Wearing diapers, good God!" I then left 
the laundry room and returned to my bedroom and waited until Mom and Dad 
got home. Julie's cold reception of finding out that I was wearing 
diapers went about as I expected, and nothing I said about it would 
change her mind.
	After Mom got home she and Julie had a talk while I sat there and 
listened. Julie couldn't understand the reasons why John and I liked to 
wear diapers, or for John, several pairs of underpants, and pee and 
especially poop in them until they were so full of shit. Julie was so 
grossed out by hearing this, so I got some pleasure from seeing her 
wince. Mom allowed me to explain that my desire to wear diapers came 
from my difficult potty training and my frequent poop accidents and how 
they were handled with the use of excessive underpants. Julie still 
wasn't able to understand or accept this behavior, but she knew there 
wasn't much she could do about it at this point. For the rest of the 
evening she tried to ignore the fact that I wore diapers, but my lily-
white diapered butt that stood out ever so conspicuously made it 
impossible for Julie not to acknowledge her brother's strange behavior.
	Mom didn't tell Julie that Rena often handled my diaper changes. 
Mom had likewise advised Rena not to mention this since Julie was having 
a hard enough time as it was to accept this aberrant behavior of her 
brother. Because of this, Mom took care of my diaper change before I 
went to bed that night. I went around for another couple hours or so in 
my freshly changed diapers before I went to bed. During this time I 
watched TV and played some Atari games until the news came on before 
relinquishing the TV to my parents. Rena joined me in playing games. 
Julie looked at me every now and then, showing her lack of accepting the 
fact that I was wearing diapers.
	"What do you think of this, Rena?" Julie asked Rena while pointing 
to me sitting there in diapers. "What do you think of Danny wearing 
diapers?"
	"I think he looks cute in them," Rena said as she leaned back and 
looked at my diapered butt while I concentrated on playing my game. "I 
also think it's funny that Danny has to go to the bathroom in diapers 
from now on."
	"I think it's gross," Julie said. "Doesn't that just disgust you? 
Sitting there in your own filth all day?"
	"Oh, come on, Julie," Rena said. "It isn't any different than him 
being in his underwear, which we're all used to seeing anyway."
	"It's not the diapers themselves that bothers me," Julie said. 
"It's the fact that he's using them. How many twelve-year-olds do you 
know who wear diapers?"
	"There was a kid in my fourth grade class who wore diapers," Rena 
said. Granted, the kid would have only been nine or ten, but still. I 
asked Rena what she knew about him.
	"He always smelled like pee and poop and kids made fun of him," 
Rena said. "His diapers always showed, no matter what he did to try to 
hide them. He was always pulling up on his pants and telling kids to 
knock it off," Rena answered. I wish I knew who this kid was. It sounded 
like he was in need of a friend at the time. At least by her saying "he" 
I knew that she was referring to a boy.
	"Is that what you want kids doing to you at school?" Julie asked 
me.
	"They already do, and they make fun of me for everything else, 
anyway," I said. Julie then left at that point. She didn't say another 
word to me before I went to bed that night.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 24- Thanksgiving
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	Thanksgiving Day had arrived. Every year I woke up on Thanksgiving 
morning I remembered the years before when I would wake up on a Thursday 
morning for the first time since summer and not have to worry about 
going to school. I thought about the big feast we would be enjoying at 
my Grandparents' house later that day. My pleasant thoughts were tainted 
somewhat by knowing that John was leaving after today and that I would 
be without any friends at that point.
	For the second time since I began wearing diapers full time I wet 
my diapers in my sleep. I figured that this came from the fact that I 
had drank three cans of soda last night while watching TV and playing 
Atari games with Rena. I wasn't sure if or when to tell Mom that I was 
beginning to wet at night more often now. I figured if I told her this 
she would blame it on my full-time diaper wearing and take away my 
diapers. I decided to keep quiet about it for now.
	I looked outside my window. It must have snowed all night! About 
six to eight inches of snow had accumulated on my window sill. I 
continued to lie in my bed and entertain my morning wood through my 
diapers, which was brought on by thinking back to all the things that 
John and me did together. Soon I was jacking off in my soaked diapers as 
I envisioned John showing me his butt clad in five dozen pairs of 
underwear, leaving me to guess if he had pooped in them or not, no way 
to tell when he has even half that much underwear on. God, how I would 
miss him. I usually didn't have this good of an orgasm in the morning, 
but with fresh thoughts of John on my mind it was easy to bring myself 
to such high arousal after waking up.
	I then got out of bed and went out to the living room to sit by 
the heater. After I got myself warmed up I went over to the TV to watch 
"The Price is Right." Instead there was a parade on TV, so that spoiled 
my plans to watch my favorite game show that I could only watch during 
the summer, Christmas break and spring break otherwise.
	After this I went into the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. Mom 
was busy preparing a couple dishes to take over to my grandparents' 
house. She looked at my diapers and she could see that they were wet. 
She decided that this was as good of time as any to change me. After I 
finished my hot chocolate she took me into my room and took my wet 
diapers off.
	"Only wet this time, I see," Mom said. After she cleaned me up she 
sent me to the bathroom to take my shower, advising me to conserve the 
hot water for Julie and Dad. Dad was busy shoveling snow in the driveway 
and would take his shower when he finished. Julie hadn't even gotten out 
of bed, let alone showered yet. I walked from my bedroom and through the 
kitchen on my way to the bathroom totally naked. Rena laughed as she 
stared at my naked butt.
	"His butt looks cute when it's not covered in poop," Rena 
commented.
	I came out of the shower a few minutes later, having nothing to 
wear as I walked back to my bedroom. At least this time Rena didn't see 
me as she had gone outside to play in the snow. Mom came into my bedroom 
and diapered me again, though not as heavily since I would need to put 
my pants on later, before going to my grandparents' house.
	"When are we leaving for Grandma and Grandpa's house?" I asked my 
Mom.
	"We'll be leaving in about an hour," Mom said. I thought this 
sounded early.
	"It's going to take us awhile to get to your grandparents' house 
with the way the roads are," Mom explained. I asked her if I could have 
my pants so I could go play in the snow with Rena.
	"No, because then you'll get your pants wet, and they're the only 
pants you have," Mom said. I even offered to help Dad shovel the snow, 
but Dad had finished up by this time and was in the shower now. I was 
stuck inside the house, unable to play in the snow because all I had to 
wear were my diapers. Meanwhile, Rena was busy in the front yard making 
a snowman. When she came back in the house to warm up, she teased me 
about being unable to join her in playing in the snow outside.
	"Danny's got no pants on, Danny's got no pants on," Rena repeated 
as she prepared a cup of hot chocolate for herself. "You can't play out-
si-ide, you can't play out-si-ide."
	"Be quiet, Rena," I said to her.
	"Well, brother, that's what you get for getting put in diapers," 
she said.
	Julie woke up at about 9:45 that morning. Having gotten out of the 
shower a few minutes ago, I felt chilled, especially since I had no 
pants on. I was keeping myself warm by the heater again and enjoying a 
second cup of hot chocolate while reading the daily newspaper comics. I 
was lying on the floor with my diapered rear end sticking up. I could 
tell that this caught Julie's attention as she went past me. She went 
into the shower after Dad left the bathroom.
	At about 10:30 we were ready to leave. Mom gave me my pants after 
she started up the car to warm it up. Mom also grabbed a plastic grocery 
bag and stuffed several diapers, wipes and other supplies into it so 
that I would have diapers available to me for changing at my 
grandparents' house. She also brought along another plastic bag to put 
my dirty diapers in.
	We all piled into the car and left for my grandparents' house in 
the town of Caldwell, about 25 miles from Boise. It normally took a 
little over a half hour to get there, but my Dad estimated it would take 
at least an hour with the way the roads were.
	As we slowly made our way through the blinding snowstorm, Julie 
kept herself occupied with a copy of People magazine and her Walkman. I 
could tell she was listening to "Synchronicity" by the Police. At least 
she was leaving me alone. Rena and I kept to ourselves for the most part 
during the seemingly eternally long drive. I was too fascinated by the 
heavy snowstorm to preoccupy myself with anything else, so I watched the 
road ahead the whole time Dad was driving. I had wet my diapers during 
that time while Rena complained that she needed to go to the bathroom.
	"We'll be there shortly," Mom assured Rena. How nice it was to 
wear diapers, I thought. What seemed odd was the fact that I had wet my 
diapers and not even realized the need to go until I sensed the familiar 
sensation of warm piss splashing down to my balls and soaking into the 
front of my diaper. The feeling gave me a hard-on.
	We literally went over the river and through the woods to get to 
my grandparents' house, that is, if you count driving by the Caldwell 
Municipal Park as "the woods." Julie had since then taken off her 
headphones and set her magazine down as we were nearing my grandparents' 
house.
	"Do Grandma and Grandpa know Danny wears diapers?" Julie asked my 
Mom.
	"Yes, they know," my Mom said.
	"How did they find out? What did they say? What do they think of 
it? Are they going to let us come over?"
	"Yes, Julie, everything's fine, so will you stop worrying about 
what Grandma and Grandpa will think?"
	"What did they say when they found out?" Julie asked.
	"They found out on my birthday. I tried to get Danny to not wear 
diapers for just that one day, but no-o-o, he had to poop his pants so 
he could get his diapers back, which he did. Grandma and Grandpa really 
weren't all that surprised since they knew about all of Danny's 
accidents."
	"I just hope they're not embarrassed about it," Julie said, being 
the worrywart that she is.
	"If anything, I'm the one who should be embarrassed," my Mom said. 
"At least it gives me something to talk about with Bonnie when she tells 
me how hard Josh and Jake are being with potty training," my Mom added, 
referring to one of her friends whose twin boys were just about to turn 
three and were still in diapers. Big deal, I was four years old before I 
was potty trained, and who's to say that potty training means no more 
diapers? I'm living proof of the contrary.
	We finally arrived at my grandparents' house. They were glad to 
see that we arrived safely. I walked in and smelled the aroma of turkey 
and rolls and other food that Grandma had been busy making for us. Rena 
headed straight for the bathroom. As for me, I wet my diapers again just 
as I settled down and waited for the food to be served.
	While waiting for the dinner to start I went to my grandma's photo 
albums and thumbed through them. Grandma had more pictures of me in my 
diapers when I was little than my Mom did, so every time we came over to 
their house I would always look at pictures of me in diapers. Every time 
I looked at them for as long as I could remember it always gave me a 
hard-on to look at the huge, bulky thick cloth diapers that my Mom used 
on me. Disposable diapers were available then, and they were a fairly 
new concept then, but my Mom came from the old school of parenting.
	About twenty minutes later the food was out on the table and 
dinner was ready to eat. After Grandpa said the blessing we sat down and 
enjoyed a big meal of turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, rolls and lots 
of other fine food. I went back for seconds and filled my plate again 
with equal portions of what I had the first time around. I stuffed 
myself and I couldn't eat another bite after that.
	After I put away two helpings of my Grandma's most excellent 
cooking I sat in my Grandpa's easy chair and thumbed through his copies 
of National Geographic. I hoped that reading the magazines would take my 
mind off of John, but I couldn't shut it out of my mind that he was 
going to be gone tomorrow. Then the tryptophan from the turkey kicked in 
and I started feeling sleepy. This, compounded by the depressed feelings 
that I was having over John's leaving made me too tired to even want to 
stay awake. I needed a nap, so I went into the guest bedroom and lay 
down on the bed. Mom promised to come wake me for dessert if I hadn't 
already awakened by the time it was ready.
	I had only slept for about forty-five minutes or so. I lay down on 
the bed, fully dressed. I didn't pull back the covers. When I woke up I 
felt a cool draft brushing over my legs. I then quickly realized that 
someone had taken off my pants while I was asleep! All I had on were my 
diapers and my shirt and socks. I really must have been out of it for 
someone to have taken my pants off of me while I was asleep. I figured 
it had to have been Rena. Julie would have never done this.
	I got up from the bed and looked around the room to see if my 
pants had been stashed somewhere. They weren't on the floor or under the 
bed. I looked in the closets and in the drawers, nothing! I felt silly 
being in my grandparents' house without any pants on. I decided to wait 
until Mom came to the room to tell me that dessert was ready.
	While I was sitting there I felt a huge bowel movement about to 
emerge. It was going to be wet and runny, calling for some good 
diapering to catch it. Being that I was only diapered enough to still 
allow for my pants, I didn't feel as secure in the diapers I had on. 
Instantly the poop came out and filled my diapers from the top of my 
butt crack all the way to my dick. At the same time I had to pee, so I 
also wet in the diapers. After I finished eliminating my wastes I lay 
back down on the bed after checking to make sure my diapers weren't 
leaking onto the impeccably clean bedspread that was on the guest bed.
	About ten minutes later my Mom knocked on the door and slowly 
opened the door.
	"You awake, Danny?" she asked me.
	"Yeah," I said.
	"Dessert's ready," Mom announced. She then left.
	"Wait, Mom? Mom!" I called for her. She came back in the room. Mom 
looked at me sitting up on the bed wearing just my diapers, which was 
nothing unusual now for my Mom to see. She must have figured I took my 
pants off before taking my nap since she didn't question the fact that I 
didn't have them on.
	"Where are my pants?" I asked my Mom.
	"I dunno," my Mom said. "You took them off, obviously."
	"Actually, I didn't," I said. "Rena must have come in here and 
took them off while I was sleeping."
	Mom sighed, agreeing that Rena was probably the culprit.
	"Can you find out what she did with them?" I asked Mom.
	"In a minute," my Mom said as she took a whiff of the air and 
detected the foul state of my diapers. "You need to be changed anyway, 
so there's no point putting your pants back on now. I'll go get your 
diapers."
	Mom came back into the room a few minutes later with some clean 
diapers. She also brought a towel from the bathroom for me to sit on 
while Mom took off my diapers in order to protect the bedspread.
	"I told Rena to get your pants," my Mom said as she pulled off my 
plastic pants.
	"Thanks," I replied. Rena came to the room and tossed my pants to 
me.
	"Very funny, Rena, very funny," I said to Rena.
	"I figured you'd sleep more comfortably without your pants," Rena 
said. I knew damn well this wasn't her intent. She just wanted to make 
me go around in just my diapers at my grandparents' house.
	"Since you didn't wake me while you took them off, I was sleeping 
just fine," I replied. Rena then left the room and ignored my comment. 
Mom cleaned me up and diapered me in clean diapers. I then put my pants 
off before I left the room and joined the others in eating some of 
grandma's apple and pumpkin pie.
	Julie had brought over the Trivial Pursuit game from home, so she, 
Rena and I gathered around the table and started a game. Twenty minutes 
later I unloaded another big load into my diapers. This one was messy 
and I could even feel the gooey poop leak into my pants. Julie then 
smelled it and complained about the odor as well as the fact that I was 
wearing diapers in the first place.
	"Danny, go get your *diaper* changed," Julie said, expressing her 
obvious objections to my wearing diapers. Rena then started giggling.
	"I'll be okay for awhile," I said. Julie then continued the game 
for a few minutes. After we went around a couple more times, Julie 
complained again, plugging her nose.
	"Danny, get your diaper changed!" Julie insisted while holding her 
hand to her mouth as if to puke. "I can't stand the way you smell!"
	Julie then got up and went to Mom to tell her that I stank and 
needed to be changed. Mom asked me if I needed to be changed again and I 
told her yes.
	"Do you have the runs?" Mom asked me. I told her that I did. With 
this, she took me back into the guest bedroom. She told me to take my 
pants off and then sit down on the towel on the bed. She then brought 
out a stack that was over twice as thick as the diapers I had on now.
	"Are you going to put all those diapers on me?" I asked my Mom as 
I eyed the big stack.
	"Yes, I think it would be best for now since you have the runs," 
my Mom said. "You'll need the extra protection."
	"But what about my pants?" I asked, knowing that my pants would 
not fit over the big bunch of diapers that was about to get pinned up 
around me.
	"I'm afraid you'll have to do without them," Mom answered plainly. 
"Since you have the runs and I'll have to change you more often, your 
pants will just be a nuisance anyway. Besides, your diaper leaked and 
your pants need to be washed. That's why I'm putting additional diapers 
on you."
	With no further ado my Mom unpinned the dirty diapers and pulled 
them off of me. She wiped my bottom clean and then powdered me up before 
applying the bulky bunch of diapers. They were neatly and tightly pinned 
up as Mom was very adept at doing. She put my plastic pants on and then 
took my pants with her along with the dirty diapers to take them to the 
washing machine.
	Hesitantly I emerged from the guest bedroom and came up the 
hallway, making my appearance in just my diapers before everyone in the 
front room. Rena laughed and was obviously satisfied to see that I would 
be going around in just my vey thick diapers as she had intended to make 
me do after I got up from my nap. Everyone else, including my 
grandparents, understood the reason I had no pants on after my Mom 
explained.
	Julie was embarrassed to see me in my diapers as I expected.
	"Aww, Danny, get some pants on!" Julie insisted. "I can't believe 
it, you're at your Grandma and Grandpa's house and you're indecent!"
	"Julie, it's okay," Mom assured her. "His pants got dirty, and I 
diapered him extra thick since he has the runs, so he can't wear them 
anyway."
	Julie just sighed and then rolled her eyes as I took my seat.
	"Is it my turn?" I asked as I picked up the dice.
	"Yes," Julie groaned.
	"I go around like this all the time," I told Julie.
	"He's right," Rena said. "Every day after he gets home from 
school, it's pants off and diapers on. Lots of diapers on, too, more 
than what he has on now. I'd get used to it when you come home for 
Christmas," Rena advised Julie.
	We resumed the game and I moved my game piece. Julie read me the 
question and I got it right. While we were playing Grandpa took a 
picture of us. My bare leg and my diapers would be plainly visible from 
underneath the table in the picture. Grandpa then joined us in the 
middle of the game. I messed my diapers some more during the game, but I 
didn't get changed until just before we left. Mom took the diapers that 
had been washed and dried and put them on me. Again, she diapered me 
thickly enough to keep my pants off, seeing that I still had the runs.
	The snow started to pick up after having tapered off for most of 
the day. The short afternoon daylight was beginning to fade as the gray-
white sky turned to light bluish tints and then to increasingly darker 
shades of blue. It was time for us to go back home. It was a cold walk 
to the car wearing just my diapers.
	The drive home seemed even longer than the drive coming over. 
Everyone was tired and stuffed from eating lots of food. Julie 
complained about my diaper odors and she even opened her window a crack.
	"It's getting cold in here," Rena complained.
	"I'd rather freeze than smell Danny's dirty diapers!" Julie said. 
After Mom told her to put her window up Julie finally did, forcing her 
to endure the stench of my soiled diapers until we finally got back 
home.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN: PART 25- Old Friends Never Die
----------------------------------------------------

	The harsh reality of John's departure early Friday morning struck 
me harder than I was prepared for. I woke up the day after Thanksgiving 
thinking about him, wishing he were there in my bed with me with his 
padded-up butt pressed up against me. I closed my eyes and envisioned 
the sight of his underpants stacked so heavily over his butt. As I 
reminisced about our countless, albeit short-lived fun times together, I 
jacked off in my wet and soiled diapers before I got out of bed.
	I went out to the living room and sat in front of the heater. 
After I was warmed up I went to the kitchen and made a cup of hot 
chocolate. I had the house to myself that morning since Rena went with 
Julie to go shopping at all the big after-Thanksgiving sales. They had 
already left by the time I was up.
	I needed to have my diapers changed, and since Rena wasn't around 
to do it I called Mom to ask her if she could come over from the store 
to change me.
	"I'll be over as soon as I can," my Mom said. "Things are a little 
busy right now."
	A few minutes after I called my Mom I saw a big U-Haul truck pull 
up in front of the house. I looked out the front window and saw John, 
C.J. and his Mom come piling out of it. I had a faint hope that perhaps 
they were going to tell me that they changed their mind and decided to 
stay, but I knew this wasn't the case. It was just a fleeting thought.
	John rang the doorbell and I opened the door to let him and the 
others in.
	"Hello," I said to him as I greeted him in just my diapers.
	"Hi," John said. I could tell from the look on his face that he 
was feeling just as melancholy as I was on having to move away.
	"Just thought we'd stop by to see you before we take off for 
Portland," John said. "It's over 400 miles away, my Mom says, and we'll 
be on the road all day, especially if it's snowing all the way there."
	"Where's your Dad?" I asked John.
	"He's staying behind to get things closed up at the shop before he 
hands over the keys to the new owner."
	"What's going in the new store?" I asked John.
	"A furniture store," John replied glumly. "I'm gonna miss that 
place so much."
	"I know what you mean," I said. "What did you guys to with all the 
underwear?"
	"We threw it out," John said. "I only took the white pairs that 
fit me, so we threw the rest of it out. Another secondhand store bought 
up the rest of the inventory."
	John and I talked for a couple minutes more before his mother told 
him that they should get going. I gave John a big bug. I could feel his 
thick underpants underneath his jeans while I had my arms around him. He 
took advantage of the situation as well and put his hands on my diapers.
	"I promise to write as soon as we get settled in," John told me as 
he and I released our embrace.
	"Thanks, I'll look forward to hearing from you," I said as I wiped 
away a tear. C.J. gave me a hug, as did John's mother.
	"Goodbye," I said to them one last time as they trudged out into 
the snow-covered driveway, leaving behind them what would likely be 
their very last footprints within the state of Idaho. I went back to the 
front window and watched them climb into the truck. John was sitting on 
the passenger's side facing me. I waved goodbye to him and he 
reciprocated just as the truck took off. I watched the orange truck fade 
into the white blur of the snowfall as they headed down to the street.
	"He's gone," I thought to myself. I felt so isolated and so empty 
now. I knew I couldn't make any new friends with any of the people that 
I went to school with since I had an unpopular reputation, only 
exacerbated by the fact that I wore diapers now. I had no choice but to 
go out and make amends with the friends that I had before I abandoned 
them in favor of John. Hopefully Mom would let me have my pants when she 
came over to change my diapers.
	When Mom finally showed up after 11:00 that morning she saw that I 
was feeling upset. She joined me on the couch and held me to comfort me.
	"I have no friends now," I sobbed, trying to remain as composed as 
I could.
	"Let it out, son," my Mom said. "There's no reason that you can't 
cry over something like this."
	After Mom gave me a few minutes to let my feelings out I asked her 
if she had time to talk.
	"Sure," my Mom said. "Donna came in at 11:00 so she can cover for 
me. What did you want to talk about?"
	"Well, now that John's gone and I don't have any friends who wear 
diapers-- or friends period, for that matter-- do you still want me to 
wear diapers?"
	"I think at this point, son, after what I put you through to help 
you think about what you were doing, I want to leave that decision up to 
you."
	"Well, I'd like to wear them still, if I can," I asked my Mom 
humbly.
	"That's fine," my Mom said. "We're all used to it now, so there's 
no reason we should expect you to change just because you don't have 
John here to enjoy it with you."
	"What about school?" I asked. "I'm not sure if I want to wear 
diapers to school without at least having John there."
	"You've already burned your bridge on that one," my Mom said. 
"Even if you showed up Monday morning wearing underwear, nobody will 
ever forget that you've worn diapers."
	I felt I had nothing more to lose at this point and I hated 
everyone else at school anyway, so after thinking about it I told my Mom 
that I would continue wearing diapers to school and put up with the 
teasing like I have grown accustomed to. Mom agreed that if this was 
what I wanted to do, this was fine and she would continue to change my 
diapers in the morning until I felt like handling my own diaper changes.
	"Is Julie getting any better about me wearing diapers?" I asked my 
Mom.
	"I had a talk with her last night and told her why you wear them. 
I think she'll come to accept it eventually, but just give her time. 
She's only going to be here through tomorrow before she has to head back 
to school. By Christmas I think she will have adjusted."
	I figured that now was as good of time as any to tell my Mom about 
having wet the bed occasionally.
	"Umm, Mom, there's something else I need to tell you," I said. Mom 
waited patiently as I prepared to make my big revelation.
	"Ever since I started wearing diapers, I've wet the bed a couple 
times." There, I said it. It was a relief to get it out in the open, but 
I was still feeling anxious as I didn't know what my Mom would say to 
this.
	"How often does it happen?" Mom asked me.
	"Just a couple times so far," I said. "It may have to do with the 
fact that I'm wearing diapers."
	"Then you may want to reconsider your choice to wear them. After 
awhile it may no longer be a choice."
	"Well, I like to wear diapers, I can't help it," I told my Mom.
	"Are you happy with the fact that you like to wear diapers?" Mom 
asked me.
	"For the most part," I said. "But at times I feel guilty."
	"Well, just don't drink a lot of fluids at night and see how 
things go for the time being," my Mom advised me. At this point she led 
me into my room to change my diapers. During the diaper change I asked 
my Mom if I could have my pants so I could visit Justin. Mom agreed and 
decided that this was a good idea since she knew I was in need of 
getting some old friends back.
	After Mom changed my diapers I put my pants on as well as my 
shoes. I then put on my coat and left the house. The heavy snow had 
already erased most of the tracks John and his family had left in the 
driveway just a short while ago. The disappearance of their footprints 
seemed strangely symbolic to me by the way I was feeling.
	I ventured out into the falling snow and made my way to Justin's 
house. It was cold and the snow was hitting me in the face, but I didn't 
care. I just wanted to get to Justin's house and hope that he would 
welcome me back.
	I approached his house and hesitated before walking up to the 
front door. I nervously pressed the doorbell and waited for someone to 
answer. Justin's mother appeared at the door, her hair in curlers.
	"Well, hello, Danny!" she said. "I take it you would like to talk 
to Justin."
	"Yeah, that's what I came over for," I said.
	"Well, come in, we're not heating the whole neighborhood," his 
mother said as she didn't like me standing there with the door open.
	I looked around the front room. Gina, Lori and Kathy greeted me as 
did Christopher. He was running around in his underwear as usual. It was 
no surprise that they were brown-stained in the back.
	"Nice diapers, Danny," Lori said as she could tell from the bulge 
in my pants. Upon taking my coat off, the three girls could see that my 
diapers stuck out above my pants. In the meantime, Justin's Mom went 
down the hall to let him know that I was here. Justin came out of his 
room a couple minutes later.
	"Hi," I said to him nervously. He greeted me back. I felt so 
awkward and I didn't know what to say.
	"Uhh, you wanna talk?" I asked him.
	"Let's go out back," he said. I figured as long as he wasn't 
asking me to leave then things were going okay. I followed Justin to the 
back yard where we sat on the porch for cover from the snow.
	It took a little while to break the ice. I asked Justin what he 
had been doing since I had been hanging around with John.
	"Not much," Justin said. "Haven't had any real friends lately," he 
lamented.
	"What about Kurt?"
	"Shit, forget about Kurt!" Justin said. "He hangs around with Nick 
and Loren and neither of them like me."
	"What have you and John been up to?" Justin asked me.
	"We had sleepovers and did most of the things we always did," I 
said, obviously omitting the activities that involved pissing, shitting 
and jacking off in our underwear/diapers. Justin didn't have much to say 
since he hadn't been friends with anybody else. I felt sorry for him and 
I felt guilty about shunning him in favor of John.
	"So why did you come over to talk to me?" Justin asked.
	"Well, John's moving. In fact, he left this morning, so I don't 
have any friends right now, either."
	I then paused for a moment and looked at Justin as I thought about 
what I was going to say, then, with nervous, broken speech, I told 
Justin why I came over.
	I'm here to see if you want to be friends again," I asked Justin. 
Justin only hesitated for a couple seconds and then he extended his 
hand. We shook hands and thus renewed our friendship.
	"Welcome back," I said to him. "Maybe you can come over to my 
house."
	"I'll ask my Mom," Justin said as he and I went back into the 
house. His Mom gave him permission to go over to my house with me. While 
we walked over there Justin asked me if I was still wearing diapers.
	"Yeah, of course I am," I said as I lifted my shirt and let him 
see the thick white fabric sticking up above my pants. "Didn't you 
notice?"
	"Nah, I don't look at guys in those places much," Justin said. I 
had a feeling he did, just like all other twelve-year-old sex-curious 
boys. He didn't want to admit it, and that was fine. Justin did, 
however, ask me why I liked to wear them. I told him about my 
experiences with late toilet training and the poop accidents that I 
continued to have for several years after that. I mentioned getting put 
into several pairs of underpants and getting teased by Rena and Julie 
for it. I explained how these experiences all culminated into the diaper 
fetish that I now exhibited. Justin listened and asked a couple 
questions this time.
	Justin also revealed to me that he used to wet the bed and was put 
into diapers every night until he was eight years old. He also told me 
that it was a very unpleasant and painful experience for him since he 
was always spanked in front of everyone for wetting his bed. I didn't 
press for any further discussion on this as I could tell that Justin 
wasn't comfortable with it.
	"Don't tell *anybody* that, you got that?" Justin said, 
emphasizing his point. I fully agreed to maintain my silence especially 
as I didn't want to jeopardize our re-established friendship.
	I figured these experiences would have led Justin to having a 
diaper fetish and I hoped he would want to try wearing one when we had a 
sleepover. Perhaps I could test his feelings on wearing diapers. Justin 
and I returned to my house and we went into my room. For now I showed 
Justin the pictures of John and me, as well as the drawings and stories 
that John and I produced. Justin didn't respond to these with much 
enthusiasm.
	"I still think you're weird for liking to wear diapers and drawing 
pictures and stuff," Justin said.
	"I don't expect you to understand why I like to wear diapers, I 
just do," I told him. "Just as long as I can wear my diapers around you 
during sleepovers."
	"That's fine," Justin said.
	"Can I wear them around at your house, too?" I asked him.
	"As long as you don't mind my sisters teasing you," Justin said.
	"You know, I kind of like it when I get that kind of attention 
from your sisters for wearing diapers," I confessed to Justin. "Let them 
tease me, I'm used to it from my own sisters."
	"You're not just weird, you're really weird," Justin amended his 
previous comments. I think he was just happy that I was his friend 
again. Justin and I then decided to play Atari games and then play in 
the snow later on. I decided that it was best to just leave my diaper 
interests out of my friendship with Justin altogether.
	I concluded that Justin simply did not share my feelings for 
diapers, although he accepted the fact that I liked to wear them and he 
assured me that he would not let this difference interfere with our 
friendship. Still, I'd miss doing all the things that I did with John.

	John sent me a letter after he got settled in. No matter how many 
times I read it, it brings fond memories of him to mind. Here's what he 
wrote:

Hey Danny!

Well, we're moved in now. I got everything unpacked and put away in my 
room, including my diaper drawers, which used to be my underwear 
drawers. More on that later. Dad got the shop closed and he came up here 
about a week after we got here. We live in Hillsboro, which is a suburb 
of Portland. It's really beautiful here. There's lots of trees and hills 
and you can see the city skyline and Mt. Hood in the distance. It isn't 
as cold and snowy here as it is there, lots of rain, though. I wish you 
were here.

Mom got rid of all my underwear and now I'm wearing real diapers just 
like you do. I still miss some of the things that I liked about my 
underwear, such as the waistbands and the fly fronts, but I love how 
much thicker and softer my diapers are! The crotch is wider, and like my 
underwear, you can wear several diapers at a time, too. C.J. uses lots 
of pins in my diapers! She wishes I had been wearing diapers all this 
time since she thinks putting diapers on me is lots more fun.

I've met a couple of friends here, and they wear diapers, too. They only 
wear disposable diapers and they don't go around in just their diapers 
all day like I do, just at bedtime, but they feel a lot better about 
wearing diapers after they found out that I wear them, too. I hope you 
have found some more friends, too.

Well, I have lots of homework to do, but I will be sure to write again. 
Please write me back when you can!

Your friend (in REAL diapers) forever,

John

	John and I continued to write back and forth over the next year or 
so, but then eventually we ran out of things to talk about and the 
letter writing eventually died out and I never heard from John again. 
Wherever he is today, I hope he is happy and healthy and enjoying life. 
He will always live in my heart and in the best of my childhood 
memories.

	Most of all, I came to the conclusion that there are some things 
in life that are more important than sharing the pleasure of wearing 
diapers with another. I learned that your real friends are those who, in 
spite of separation and having a significant personality difference or 
two, are people who will come back to you and accept you for who you 
are.
	Kurt, likewise, also asked me for my friendship again after his 
two friends Nick and Loren each moved away just before Christmas. He 
never understood my desire for diapers, either, but, in the true spirit 
of friendship, he didn't let this stand between us.
	Julie was more at ease about the fact that I was wearing diapers 
when she returned for Christmas. Eventually the rest of my family 
learned of my diaper-wearing, including my relatives from Seattle who 
came to visit over Christmas. While my aunt and uncle were slow to 
accept it as was my cousin John, my cousin Connie joined Rena in her 
amusement over seeing me in diapers all the time. Connie even got to 
change me a couple times during her visit.
	As for me, I continued wearing diapers full time, including to 
school. After school and on weekends I never wore pants over my diapers 
except whenever I left the house. I never used a toilet again. My 
nighttime wetting began to increase in frequency and eventually I was 
waking up in wet diapers seven days a week. I also started wetting in 
the daytime without having any bladder control. Likewise, my bowel 
control yielded to my constant state of being diapered. I began 
diapering myself after my fifteenth birthday at the suggestion of my 
mother. I was starting to look less like a boy and more like an adult by 
the time I reached that age. In spite of my Mom's and Dad's objections 
to allowing this to happen to me, they always told me that it was my 
decision to either continue wearing diapers, or try to toilet train 
myself again. The day I left for college, I took my diapers with me. 
Likewise, I had diapers on the day I picked up my diploma.

*** THE END***