Christmas 1985

I have always had a interest in wearing diapers. I was babysat by a 
lady out of her home most of my younger years (6-12). When my mom 
worked she did not let me stay home alone until I was 13 or 14. The 
babysitter kept me and another boy two years younger and three small 
kids, all of them in diapers. I watched here change them. I wanted to 
be diapered, too, but I had never got my chance.

Then it was Christmas break, two weeks out of school. The second week 
my mom was off work but the first week I would be at the babysitter’s 
and I figured it may be my last time there. I was getting older-- 12-- 
but my interest in diapers was getting stronger. So that week I made my 
mind up to try to take a few diapers from the sitter’s house so I could 
try them. I took three diapers and took them home on the last day I was 
at the sitter’s planning to wear them that night after mom and dad went 
to sleep.

That night after I heard them go to bed I took out my diaper and put it 
on but it was too small. I had to put two together but it still felt 
great. I fell to sleep. When I woke up I was still diapered. I thought, 
“Man, I glad I woke before mom came in here.” I heard them in the other 
room so I took the diaper and hid it in my closet. I thought I would 
get the chance to move it later.

I went on through the day outside playing with friends. When I came in, 
on the coffee table was my diaper. Mom asked, “Where did this come 
from? I found it in your closet.”

I knew I better tell the truth or I would be in bigger trouble.

“I only wanted to see what they were like.”

“Where did you get them?” she asked. “The babysitter?” I told her.

“So you stole them,” she said. I only held my head down.

“Well, since you like diapers enough to steal them I think you should 
have them in the right size. Come on, let’s go to town.”

“But mom!”

“Hush! Go get in the car!” Mom had that tone. I figured I had better do 
as I was told. We went to the Rite-Aid drugstore. She took me by the 
hand and went straight to the diaper aisle. The smell of Pampers I 
usually liked, but this time I was embarrassed. Mom said out loud, “I 
don’t know if any of these diapers will fit you.” Then that wasn’t 
enough. The girl working was about 16. My mom asked her, “Where can I 
find diapers his size?” I knew I turned red. She smiled and pointed to 
the adult diapers. Then the salesgirl suggested youth size attends 
briefs.

“These should fit,” she said Mom bought them and we went home. That was 
Christmas Eve. Mom diapered me and told me until school started back I 
would be in diapers 24/7.

“But mom, please, I only wanted to see what it was like.” Mom stopped 
me.

“You will see. If you keep complaining you can wear them to school.”

So that’s my story of being diapered for Christmas 1985.