JUSTIN I'll start by introducing myself. My name is Justin and I'm now 13 years old and I live in the South. I have blonde hair, blue eyes and most people consider me cute. When I was 11 years old I made 31 thousand dollars modeling underwear. In that year then on August 14th 1999 My mom and I were driving home from the store and a black Ford truck smashed the crud out of the side of my mom's new Chevy Malibu. killing her instantly. The dashboard crushed and shattered my left leg. It was later amputated, just above the knee. There was also some damage to my bladder and some bad bruises on my right leg. They said if I hadn't had my safety belt on I would have died. It hurt like hell. I wanted to die when I heard my mom was dead. It crushed my father and he turned into a raving alcoholic, and he still is struggling to get clean. He lost custody of me to his parents. My career and my family ended on that day, so did my social life and any sporting activities I had (I loved to swim and still do!) I'm even on the Jr. High swim team! I'm on the roster and everything. Of course I don't actually race really, but I practice with the team and stuff. the coach didn't have the heart to say no. Rehab was a nightmare of pain. My dad was gone, my mother was dead; only grandma and grandpa were there to support me. My agent was too, sometimes, but she is so busy. It's taken me a long time to get up the courage to write it all down. In the hospital after the accident I awoke with two startling discoveries: (1) I was wearing a diaper, and (2) my leg was missing. Now, you would figure this is bad enough, right? Now tell a kid his mom is dead. I cried for three days. I still burst into tears sometimes at the drop of a hat. It's hard to think about all this now. Basically the doctors told me I was incontinent I had no idea what that meant. Basically I have no control over my bladder. I got really depressed for weeks. After awhile, though, I met a friend in the hospital with a similar problem. His name was Jeff. He got kicked really hard in the nuts and was abused really bad, but didn't like to talk about it. He was a really sweet, sensitive kid. Looking back on it, I heard he was doing better with some foster parents. We became great friends and soon discovered the benefits of wearing diapers, in large part to your website hence this letter. Soon I was out of the hospital and back in school then bigger problems started out the people that were my friends aren't anymore, because now I'm officially weird. Apparently they found out a secret of mine. Do you have any idea how hard it is to explain to your class mates why you are on the plastic package for their new underwear? Then the Rumors started. Everyone said I was gay...( I am but didn't know it then and its beside the point.) I officially lost all my friends, then it happened. Three kids cornered me when I was rolling (in a wheelchair) home. They beat me up badly and discovered my diaper. The principal met with all the teachers. I was to ride home on the bus, you know the one - the short bus for the "special kids" . I was declared a walking school rule. The kids who beat me up got slapped with expulsion and a lawsuit. My grandfather is an attorney. He is really good. Once I got out of the hospital a few of my old swim teammates felt really stupid and guilty about alienating me and invited me back on the team (I heard something about a little "pep talk" the coach gave ) Here's where my story starts to get better. My dad is working on getting clean...and a lot of my friends are coming around and I've made new ones. My grandma pulled her car out of the garage for the first time other than to go grocery shopping for the first time in 10 years. (its like this old car you know, like 60s) and dropped me off at school because she didn't want me riding that bus. I found a boy who is gay and he likes me and I like him a lot. We went to an Aaron Carter concert last march in Nashville (I MET AARON!) too bad he doesn't wear diapers. He does know about your site, however, and he does know about those stories on it and he does think it is a little weird, but he just laughed it off and thought it was funny) Anyway, my friend -lets just call him Brett- is a really sweet guy and I think he's the best. He doesn't wear diapers but knows why I do and he's okay with that. Actually, I have gotten him to wear them once when I slept over so I didn't feel embarrassed. ( see what I mean isn't that sweet of him ) Nowadays, since everyone knows anyway, I don't go out of my way to hide the fact that I wear diapers and I have ditched the chair for a prosthetic. Most of time I'm still getting used to handling it. Oh, and my career is starting to pick up a few accounts, but it's hard. I've been down for so long and I cant do runway anymore. Well, I can, but it's not too graceful; I look silly. I just wanted to let you know diaper boys do read your site, at least three I know of. You should see how cute I look in my diaper with a pair of jeans riding a little low with a big oversized shirt. So when my shirt flies up I show off my chest and my diaper shows. Brett nearly dies every time he sees that, he's so horny. Good thing he's got your site to read because we don't do the sex stuff yet. We think we should wait till were older, but one can't help but Jack off in a diaper, can't you? Part 2 One Friday afternoon my boyfriend Brett called. Brett is 13, like me. He has the cutest brown eyes and a great smile with a mop of brown hair. He's a little tanned right now, too. Anyway, he called and asked if we could arrange a sleepover. I suggested we do it at my place because I have a bigger bed and a PlayStation 2. He agreed and said he would be right over. Brett lives just down the street. He's about 5'6 and 120 pounds. He's a lot bigger than me in a lot of ways. Brett showed up in a fishnet shirt that showed of his chest, a pair of short shorts and no underwear. I nearly died right there. I instantly popped an erection in my diaper. (In case you don't know, I'm Justin and I'm 5'4, 88 pounds and the rest is in the first part.) Anyway, Brett was standing at the door looking especially sexy. Apparently he was horny, judging from his shorts. I pulled him inside and asked if he wanted anything to drink. My mom had gotten us some lemonade, you know, the Minute Maid stuff. It's really good only one side effect-- it makes you have to pee really bad, he he. He said he would like some and I went to go get it while he dropped his stuff off in my room. My room is really big and long. It's over our two-car garage and it's kind of isolated, way off to the side. When I got upstairs..(it took me awhile carrying two glasses of lemonade on a prosthetic leg) I found Brett lying on the bed wearing one of my diapers and nothing else, I closed the door promptly and locked it. I asked him, "Brett! what are you doing?" with a grin on my face he was so cute in that diaper. He replied, "I was doing a little reading on that Deeker site and got a little horny so..." He was getting off the bed at this point. As I set the lemonade down on the table he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I just about melted in his arms. As he moved me to the bed he kissed me all over my chest, my neck, even my arms. God, he was so horny , and he had me going the same way rather abruptly. He started to reach into my diaper ...with me thinking (oh my god I am I wet?!) Fortunately I wasn't, so he kept going. My cock was so hard I've never seen it grow so big. He slowly started to jack me off in my diaper while I noticed the tent in his, so I followed his lead and reached into his diaper and started to jack him off as well. It was wonderful, we both had a powerful orgasm. When Brett pulled his hand out my diaper it was covered in cum. Then I saw the unthinkable happen to brett for the first time he wet the diaper he was wearing. Come to think of it, he might of done it on purpose. I didn't ask, but I was doing the same, because after I get off I usually have to go. The rest of the sleepover was a night spent in each other's arms, but perhaps that's another story, eh?