Name: Baby Tommy Ages: 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18+ Current Age: 53 My Summer in Diapers I can still vividly remember the first time I was diapered. It was the summer of 1961 and I was eight years old, I was spending the summer with my sister and nephew in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, where my brother in law was stationed in the Air Force. She had been visiting us because my father had a heart attack and was going to have surgery. Kathy had suggested that I go home with her and stay until she came back for my mother's birthday, in August. It was the end of May the first day of my visit. Kathy was diapering my nephew Bobby and getting him ready for bed. I was standing beside her in my pajamas watching her put diapers on Bobby and wishing it was me because I still wet the bed a couple of times a week. When she was done getting Bobby ready for bed she turned to me and asked me if I would like to play baby and sleep in diapers. I remember saying that his diapers looked comfortable. Before I knew what was happening Kathy had lifted me up onto the changing table and pulled my pajama bottoms off. Then she reached under me to get me 3 diapers and a pair of plastic pants with teddy bears on them. She asked me to lift up my bottom so she could slide the diapers under me, I remember how soft the diapers felt as I settled back on them. Next she sprinkled baby powder on me it smelled so nice. And the way she pulled the diapers so comfy and snug using little ducky diaper pins. Then she pulled the plastic pants on over the diapers. They were a little small but they felt good. When she set me down she asked me if I would like to sleep in the second crib that was set up in the nursery awaiting the birth of my second nephew. After I was in the crib she tucked me in and pulled up the side. She went to get Bobby's bedtime bottle, when she came back she had two bottles of warm milk. She gave one to Bobby then came over to me and put the nipple of the second one in my mouth! Later that night woke up because my nephew was crying. Was I dreaming, I felt my pajama bottoms, I was wearing diapers and they were wet! I watched my sister changing my nephew through half closed eyes pretending to be asleep when Kathy finished changing Bobby and had him settled down, she came over and checked my diaper. I remember how gentle she was as she changed my diapers carefully trying not to wake me. She nearly jumped a foot when I said thank you she asked me if I would like a binkie to help me get back to sleep. The next morning when I woke up Kathy was getting my nephew changed. She told me not to clime over the side of the crib, she would be over to get me out when she was done with Bobby. When she got me out of the crib, she asked me if I would like to play baby longer? Her only rule was that if she put a clean diaper on me I could not take it off, I had to use it. When she was done diapering me we went to the kitchen for breakfast. I felt a little funny because all I was wearing were diapers and baby pants. When we got to the kitchen Kathy put Bobby in his highchair and my brother in law set up another highchair. When he was done he lifted me into it and positioned the tray as Kathy tied a bib around my neck I wound up wearing diapers all day and most of the time that summer. The only other time she asked me if I wanted to wear diapers was the first time she changed me! that day. As she was changing me she said that I would have to get dressed because we had to go into town to get me some plastic pants because Bobby's were too tight on me. True to her word when I got dressed she put a t-shirt on me and pulled my shorts on over my diapers. I felt self-conscious with the bulge in my shorts; you could tell I was wearing diapers under them. While were in Woolworth's baby we department, a lady walked past and said It must be hard having two babies so close in age and a third on the way. I was very small for my age. Kathy told her that I was her baby brother, and she was taking care of me so she could get used to taking care of two babies while she picked out a package of large white plastic pants. I think she saw me eyeing another package of print ones like the first pair I wore so she bought me them also. When we got back to the car Kathy had me lay on the station wagon tailgate, where she pulled down my shorts to check my diaper, in public and to pull on a pair of baby pants that fit I remember how they looked as they loosely puffed out over my diapers in soft folds. That day she also bought me a footed sleeper and a couple of pair of pants with snap legs. Sometimes on warm days Bobby and I would go out wearing only diapers and plastic pants, because I was so small for my age no one seemed to think I was to old to be in diapers. Over the summer Kathy made several matching outfits for bobby and me. The last day Kathy put diapers and my favorite teddy bear plastic pants on me for the long car trip home. I had to be changed at all the rest stops. It was late when we got home and I was asleep I was wearing diapers when I woke up the next morning. After that my Mother let me sleep in diapers. Sometimes I would wear them all day on Saturday. I was right diapers are comfortable, and better then a wet bed. They also made long car trips much more comfortable. I still think back to that summer and today, more then 40 years later I think that was one of the best summers of my life I still sleep in diapers every night. I am happily married with an understanding wife who likes to keep me in diapers.