Name: Mike
Ages: 5, 6

This true story happened to myself in the mid-1960's.

	My first desire of wearing diapers was about when I was 
about 6 years old. The year would be 1967. I had a brother 
who was born in 1965, so he was only 2 at the time and was 
still in cloth diapers and plastic pants. Disposable diapers 
where a relatively new item on the market, so just like 
other parents, cloth diapers and plastic pants where widely 
used.
	During my regular bathtime, I had noticed a pair of my 
brothers pull-on plastic pants sitting on the floor of the 
bathroom. For some reason, I had a desire to try them on. 
After I dried myself off, I placed my towel around me just 
like a diaper and then slid the plastic pants over the 
towel. I was in heaven. I couldn't believe that the plastic 
pants actually fit me. Just then my mother came into the 
bathroom and saw what I was wearing. "What in the hell are 
you doing..." she screamed at me. Of course I didn't know 
what to say. What was I going to tell her, that they just 
fell on me or I was so sleepy that I grabbed the wrong 
underwear. Yah, right...So I didn't say a word. She just 
said "Take them off and put on your pajamas and come into my 
room.
	I quickly took them off and put on my pajamas. I was so 
scared walking out of the bathroom that night and heading 
toward my mothers room. I knew that I was in for a spanking 
of a lifetime. When I entered my mothers room she said to 
me..."So what do you have to say for yourself?" All I could 
say was "I don't know". I glanced on her bed and saw some 
cloth diapers and plastic pants lying there. I figured that 
my brother was in need of a change. She then said..."If you 
want to wear diapers, then let's put real diapers on you. 
Lie down on my bed." I couldn't believe what I heard. I was 
scared and nervous and I told her that I didn't want to. She 
just told me to get on the bed or I'll be spanked. Well, I 
didn't want to be spanked, so I jumped on her bed and lay 
down. She then took off my pajama bottoms and pulled the 
cloth diapers underneath me and brought them up in between 
my legs. She then took some baby powder and sprinkled it 
over my diaper area and just said..."Just like a baby!"
	After this, she pinned up my diapers with two of my 
brothers diaper pins. She then took the plastic pants, which 
I just now realized was the snap-on variety. She placed them 
underneath my and my diapers and snapped them up over my 
diaper. Once all this was complete, she told me to stand up 
and she made sure that all the cloth diapers where contained 
within the plastic pants. Once this was done, she grabbed my 
pajama bottoms and pulled them over the bulky diapers and 
plastic pants. I stood there in sort of in shock, yet 
feeling quite happy. My mom then told me to go out into the 
living room and say goodnight to my dad. I walked out from 
her room to say goodnight, when in the living room was my 
parents friends. They were playing cards that evening and I 
was even more scared to walk into the living room with 
diapers and plastic pants underneath my pajamas. What where 
they going to say, a six-year-old wearing diapers to bed. I 
walked up to my dad and kissed him goodnight! and said 
goodnight. As he kissed me goodnight, he padded my rear end. 
I just though to myself, now he knows that I'm wearing 
diapers. I had to go around the table and say goodnight to 
all the guests.
	My mother walked my into my room, which I shared with 
my older brother. He is a year and a half older than me. We 
had bunk beds and I had the top bunk. After I was tucked in 
and the lights where turned out, my brother asked me why I 
was wearing diapers. Apparently it was very noticeable, for 
first the bulk of the diapers underneath my pajamas and the 
crinkling sound of my plastic pants. I just told him the 
truth. He told me that I was weird. While I was lying on the 
top bunk, I was feeling my diapers and plastic pants and how 
wonderful they felt. I couldn't believe it that I was lying 
in bed diapered. Of course at the same time, I was scared to 
death. Unfortunately, a couple of the snaps of my plastic 
pants came un-snapped. being six and having no idea how 
these plastic pants snapped back up, I had to ask my brother 
to snap them back up. I didn't want my mother to find out 
that they had come off or un-snapped. I didn't want her to 
think that I was trying to take them off. Who knows, if she 
found out may be I would have to wear them again the next 
night and so on. (Now I wished I would have) My brother 
climbed up to my bunk bed in which I pulled my pajama 
bottoms down exposing my diapered state and he then snapped 
the plastic pants back over my cloth diapers. All he said 
was..."god, they're thick."
	After settling down and going to sleep, The next 
morning my mother came into our room and asked me if I had 
learned my lesson. All I said was "Yes". She then had me 
take off my pajamas in which she un-snapped the plastic 
pants and un-pinned the diapers, my brother watching on. Too 
bad I hadn't wet my diapers that night or told her "No", but 
I didn't. What was the last time she put a diaper on me, but 
not the last time I put a diaper on myself...of course 
that's an entire story to itself.