Name: Bobby
Ages: 9
Current Age: 21

For as long as I can remember before I turned nine I've always had a 
liking for diapers. Whenever I got the chance I was always taking 
diapers from younger cousins of mine or from the diaper bags of friends 
of my moms that I would hide in my room. My mom must have known 
something, or at least guessed it, but she never really did say 
anything that I can remember. Because when I would go to where I had 
hidden the diapers I had taken they would be gone. When I was nine 
though, she was watching a cousin of mine that was about two and a half 
for a few days while my aunt and uncle went out of town for a second 
honeymoon type of thing. He was staying in the bedroom that was next to 
mine that shared the same bathroom as mine so getting a few diapers of 
his to have for myself wasn't that hard. One morning while I was having 
breakfast I remember my mom going around and gathering up all of his 
things because she said that my aunt and uncle would be here after 
while to pick my cousin up. After I was done with breakfast I went up 
to take a bath like I always did.

It was while I was in the bathroom that I got busted big time. While I 
was in the bathroom she came in to get his bath toys only to find me 
laying there in one of his diapers. I don't remember exactly what she 
said but I do remember that she wasn't too happy. When she asked what I 
thought I was doing I remember telling her I wanted to see what wearing 
a diaper was like. I don't remember everything that was said but I 
remember having a feeling that I was in big trouble and that she said 
she would deal with me later. I went ahead and took my bath and had 
come back out into my room to get dressed. When I came into my room and 
was putting my shorts on is when I noticed the bag of my cousin's 
diapers sitting on my bed. I never will forget that just as I was 
finishing my mom came in and said � "not so fast young man, you want to 
see what wearing a diaper is like, you're going to." �

That being said I was told to get up on the bed and lie down. She was 
still pretty mad so I did as I was told. In just the matter of a few 
tugs she had both my shorts and my underwear off, and my ankles in her 
hand pulling my butt up off the bed as she slipped one of my cousin's 
diapers under me. I remember her saying that now she knows why she 
keeps finding diapers in my room, and that if I was going to act like a 
baby I was going to be a baby. And so it went.

For the next couple of days I wore nothing but a diaper and maybe a t-
shirt, just like my cousin had done while he was there. Several times 
during the day she would check me and if I was wet I'd get changed just 
like I had watched her change my cousin. Messing, was something else 
though. Although I knew that that's what babies did in their diapers, 
that's something I had never done in any of the diapers that I had ever 
took. I knew that there weren't that many diapers left and I figured I 
could hold it until they were gone and I got my pants back. I learned 
my lesson though; when she put a pair of shorts on over my diaper and 
we went to the store. We went straight to the baby section where she 
loaded up on not only more diapers, but all the things that went with 
them. That did it. We hadn't even left the store before I knew what it 
felt like to have a messy diaper on. That's pretty much about it. She 
kept me diapered pretty much for the rest of the summer and I learned 
not only how it felt to be diapered but also how to use one for what 
it's meant for.