Name: Baby D
Email: [email protected]
Ages: 5, 11, 12
Current age: 12

Ever since I was ten I liked the thought of wearing diapers. I asked my 
mom once and she bought me a packet, but they were too small. I went to 
my room and tried to tape one on. I eventually got it on, just barely, 
and I let out the pee I'd been holding in. So much came out that I had 
to run to the bathroom and remove it on the tile floor, which I later 
had to clean up. Then, I put on another and pushed. Eventually, some 
poo started coming out, but the diaper was so tight that I had to take 
it off and lay it on the bed to finish. Then, when I tried to pick it 
up, some fell of onto my bed, making a big brown stain! I rubbed most 
of it off and told my mom it was a chocolate chip cookie stain. A few 
months later I bought some of those blue Mickey Mouse Pull-ups with my 
own money, and I wore them whenever no one was around. Eventually, my 
mom found them and threw them out. Then she had a long, boring talk 
about me becoming older. A few years later a bit, after I turned 11, I 
got up the guts and told my mom I really wanted to be a baby again. She 
let me sometimes wear Pull-ups, but she hated the idea of me wanting to 
be a baby again. Luckily I still had my friend Ben, who also wanted to 
be a baby. His mom bought us pacifiers once, and we had the best of 
time. I had another friend who liked wearing diapers, and his name was 
Collin. I also had 2 friends who liked and had to wear diapers/Pull-
ups, Aaron and Michael. About a month after my 12 birthday, I told my 
mom again and she let me buy Pull-ups and baby wipes. I'm wearing Pull-
ups at night now, and I cant' tell my mom that I'm wetting the bed and 
sometimes during the day, because she'll think I'm lying. And now she's 
going to see a doctor, because she thinks I have a mind problem or 
something. In other words, my life is messed up.