I have worn diapers at night for about a year. I had a friend of mine 
over for a sleep over and my sister was angry at me so she blurted out, 
“Danny wears diaper, well actually, they’re pull-ups.” I pretended to 
ignore her and my friend ignored the comment too. When it got late my 
mom told me to change for bed. I went to my room and closed the door. I 
thought I heard him outside but I dismissed it. Later I was pretty 
nervous and we were rough housing and he panicked me. Down went my 
pants and my boxers and there I was in just a shirt and my diaper. I 
was so embarrassed. He said that he did not care and we did not talk 
about it for the rest of the night. The next week he came back because 
his parents were out of town. On the second night he was feeling sick. 
He woke me up at 2 in the morning and told me he had wet the bed. He 
was crying so hard. I went to my parents’ room and told them what had 
happened. They were fine and put the bedding in the washing machine. 
When they came back to my room they took one of my diapers and went to 
the guest bedroom. I followed them to see what would happen. I pressed 
my ear to the door and listened.

“Adam, it’s okay. We’re not mad but we don’t want that to happen again. 
Please just put this on. If you don’t wet you won’t have to wear it 
again.”

“Why? It won’t happen again I promise! Please don’t make me wear that.”

“We’re not asking anymore, We’re telling. Put it on!”

“Fine!”

The next morning I woke up wet as usual and to my surprise, Adam was 
wet as well. For the remaining two weeks we both wore diapers ever 
night. But, during the weeks. Adams goodnights had leaked. He was too 
small for the big ones but too big for the small ones. My parents had 
to go out and get him Huggies supreme and my parents had to diaper him 
every night. He was so embarrassed. I thought it was funny.