Name: Mitch
email: [email protected]
Ages: 5, 6, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

I have a vivid memory of when I became aware that I really loved 
wearing diapers. Since it is perhaps my earliest memory, the conditions 
surrounding why I was in plastic pants on that particular night are 
still unknown to me. It was a Friday night and I think I was about four 
years old. I really was not aware that I was wearing plastic pants 
until I accidentally wet my pants, while I was playing in the hall of 
our house, just outside the bathroom. My suspicion is that my mom had 
mopped the bathroom floor and it seemed like she was on the phone when 
it happened. I remember that "uh oh" feeling once I realized that I was 
peeing in my pants. As I quickly looked down something was different 
than expected. My pants were not getting wet and I had this incredible 
warm and slick feeling that felt extremely good. I don't remember 
getting changed or how my mom reacted once she found that I was wet.

I don't remember ever being put into another diaper and or plastic 
pants by my mom. I do recall that after my bath shortly thereafter I 
asked to be diapered. My mom told me that I was too big for diapers. 
Maybe it was at that point that I wished I was younger where wearing 
diapers were acceptable. It seems like a good while passed before my 
next discovery. My guess has it that I was about five years old. My mom 
always laid out whatever I was going to wear. Some of the clothes like 
underwear and socks were in the dresser in my room. Maybe I was looking 
for a toy, but for some reason I opened up the drawers. My eyes lit up 
once I discovered my old plastic pants in there. I guess mom always had 
them just in case I got sick or they had another child. By this age I 
was getting used to dressing myself and I decided to put my old plastic 
pants on. While I was putting them on my mom walked into my room and 
was quite surprised to see her kindergarten aged son dressing himself 
in plastic pants. It seems like she laughed and probably found it cute. 
She commented that those things would burn me up and instructed me to 
take them off. They were folded away and put back into my drawer. I 
couldn't wait to find another opportunity to wear them.

A few days later I put them on. They felt so good. I could hardly wait 
to get the chance to pee in them and relive that wonderful feeling that 
I remembered so well. My mom discovered that I was wearing them despite 
me wearing them under my pants. I don't know if she saw them peeking 
out of my pants, but I was taken into my room and firmly scolded for 
doing such an act. I was made well aware that I was no longer a baby. 
My mom then removed them from my dresser. I think about another year 
passed before my next experience. Pampers was getting advertised on TV 
and I wanted to wear one more than anything. I decided to hunt for my 
long lost plastic pants after seeing a commercial. I knew that I was 
not supposed to wear them if I found them, but I just had to see if 
they were somewhere in the house. One day when my mom was not around I 
found them in her room in her dressers and boy was I going to be in 
heaven once I got another chance> One Saturday morning I found my 
chance.

To be continued.