I guess my earliest strong memory of being a diaper boy is when I was a 
close to four. My mom spoiled me as I was the "baby" of the family, 
literally (an older sister). I recall one eventful day. I was playing 
with my sister Carrie, as my mom had a bunch of her friends over. 
Carrie and myself were in the family room and mom and her friends were 
in the living room, drinking tea and chatting. Carrie was 15 months 
older than me and totally potty trained, while I was still in diapers. 
I fought potty training, and at that time mom lightened up. Carrie then 
went to the bathroom, and then so did I...in my pants! I remember going 
into the living room after I made a pee and poop in my diaper, and the 
smell hit the nostrils of mom and the other ladies. Just then Carrie 
came into the room and also noticed the odor.

�PU mommy...Joey stinks!�

I went over to one of mom's friends, Harriet, who laughed but also 
shooed me away. Mom asked me the obvious, did I do a poopy? I don't 
remember answering, but I do recall her pulling my pants down to make 
sure. Mixed feelings hit me as the women stared at my diapered state. 
Carrie liked helping mom sometimes with my diaper changes and asked mom 
if she was going to change me there. The other ladies said go ahead, so 
she told Carrie to get the quilt as she went for her 
"supplies"....washcloths, diapers, rubber pants, powder and ointment. I 
just stood there staring at the ladies, when soon mom and Carrie 
returned.

"Lay down Joey"...a familiar command. Mom pulled off my pants, my 
sneakers, then pulled up my t shirt, pulled off my rubber pants and 
unpinned the diapers. She put a paci in my mouth. I had a nice firm 
load, as usual, and was also soaked. I lifted my legs as mom wiped me 
with washcloths, and heard Harriet mention that wasn't I a bit old for 
still doing this. Mom told Harriet there was no real rush and I'd be 
trained by kindergarten. I liked the feelings of a diaper change and 
the attention, although I was also somewhat embarrassed. Carrie gave 
mom the powder, as usual. Then I had ointment applied and was re-
diapered. Carrie loved me being a diaper boy.

I was finally trained by four and a half, reluctantly, but had some 
accidents in kindergarten and the first and second grade. Carrie and 
myself are still close and she knows I'm a part time AB, as I have 
recently talked to her about it. She seems to understand. Sometimes, 
when I'm stressed out I'll revert to toddlerhood, put on a diaper and 
plastic pants, and call Carrie. We live on opposite parts of the 
country. She talks to me like I'm four again, as I fill my diaper.

"Joey, I can smell you 3000 miles away. PU, you stink." LOL I walk 
around the house with a load agreeing with her. We are planning on 
meeting soon, so she can baby me for real. I can't wait.