Name: Jason
Ages: 14
Current Age: 14
My first diaper experience happened last week. I slept over my friend's
house on a Sunday night. That night before we went to bed, he dared me
to wear one of his little cousin's diapers to school. I agreed as long
as he paid me. He agreed to this, but only if I put the diaper on right
now "so I wouldn't forget in the morning." I decided I would and headed
to the bathroom. I got a diaper from the cupboard he told me to look
in. I nervously took off my pants and briefs and tried to put the
diaper on. I was surprised when it fit, although it was pretty tight. I
came out of the bathroom to show him I had it on, then put my pants on.
I lay down and fell asleep after about 10 minutes of laughter from my
friend. When I awoke the next morning, I noticed the comfort of the
diaper, but I was too embarrassed to admit it. We got ready for school
(and thankfully my friend was dense enough to forget about the dare)
and then left. On the way there, I realized I could have changed into
my briefs without my friend knowing, but I was actually glad that I
forgot. The school day went on as normal until I had to go to the
bathroom. As I was at the urinal, I decided it would be too difficult
to go since the diaper had no fly (but I think I just wanted to use the
diaper). I unzipped the fly on my jeans and pretended like I was
actually using the urinal incase anyone came in. After a long while (it
was hard for me at first!) I finally started peeing. I looked down at
the growing yellow patch. It felt so good, but after I was finished I
was shocked and embarrassed at what I had just done. Regardless, I
zipped up and headed back to class. I went the rest of the day in a wet
diaper, fearing someone would notice, but no one did which was a
relief. I purposely drank a lot at lunch so near the end of the day, I
really had to go. This time, though, I decided to pee while at my desk.
Nervously, I slowly let my pee out. I was afraid that it would leak,
but despite it being my second wetting, it held all. Sighing with
relief, I thought that it was awesome that I could go to the bathroom
without leaving my spot. At the end of the day, I met up with my
friend. I reminded him of the dare and pulled my jean's waistband down
some revealing the diaper. He started cracking up again, but paid me 5
bucks when he calmed down. (He gave me 2 more when he saw that I wet
it) I went to his house to pick up my stuff, thanked his mom, then
left, still wearing the diaper. That is the only time I wore a diaper
over the age of 3. I loved it and I am desperately trying to get
another chance to wear them again.