Name: Joey Age: 14 Current Age: 16 The Night I Went Crazy This story is 100% true. My name is Joey, and I will tell you the story about my Goodnites fetish that lasted nearly 2 years. This story covers the crazy times when I would raid some Goodnites from my bathroom cabinet. I will have a little bit of history to explain how the cabinet had Goodnites to begin with. I hope you enjoy the story. Prologue I was a late potty-trainer. I finally became fully potty-trained around 5 or 5 ˝ or so. However, I still had the problem of bedwetting. My mother put me in Goodnites every night. Every night, I was accustomed to having a drink of milk, but with time, I began to wonder if that fueled my bedwetting problem. I quit drinking milk before going to bed, and that seemed to help solve the problem. I quit wearing Goodnites sometime when I was 8. Despite the fact that I haven't had a serious bedwetting problem since then, though, I wonder why my mother kept the Goodnites package. Actually, I never really knew what happened to them until my little incident nearly 2 years ago. Chapter 1: Hormones It was early May, and I was celebrating my 14th birthday. My parents were amazed at how quickly I was growing up. I was still rather small in my opinion, and I looked kind of like a nerd. I had a buzz cut and brown hair, and I was just slightly less than 5 feet tall. I was almost finished with the 7th grade. This was one of my most memorable school years next to 5th grade and 6th grade. I had a lot of friends, straight A's, and I had many interests for the future. Things were looking good for me until the 8th grade started. During the first few months of being 14, I began to physically change. I started to get hairy legs and pubic hair. My voice started to get much deeper compared to the way it was a year earlier. In addition, I finally hit 5 feet in early August. Later in the year, I would weigh 105 pounds. I couldn't wait to start 8th grade, although it would turn out to be one of my least favorite years in school. 8th grade was one of my least favorite years of school I'd ever had. I had practically zero close friends at school because the friends I'd made were scattered all over the school in different classes. Things were very depressing, and I began to fall apart. Things were somewhat the opposite the way they were at the end of 7th grade. My grades fell sharply to mostly low B's, I had many citations, and I was not turning in homework. Not to mention the fact that I did not spend much time taking baths. As a result, I started to get lots and lots of zits on my face and back. 8th grade was a disaster for me, and it would only get worse in the next month. The date was September 26, 2003, and by that time, I'd decided that 8th grade was rather rotten for me. What made it even worse was that I developed a grudge against a student named Collin. You see, at the time I didn't really understand what the term beat your meat meant. I'd been arm-wrestling some guys at school, and someone asked me if I could beat my meat. I thought that meant, "Could I arm-wrestle?" I eagerly said yes, and everyone was laughing it up. It just so happened on one occasion that I wanted to arm-wrestle Collin, but he kept trying to avoid me. I chased him around the classroom. Several people finally asked me, "What are you doing?" Instantly, I felt embarrassed, and Collin told me that offering to beat his meat was perverted. But anyway, that's not really relevant to the story. That's just background information to show how bad things were for me in the 8th grade. Anyway, on September 26, 2003, there was a school party after we took a standardized test. We had pizza and drinks. I had 2 slices of pizza and a soft drink. I remember just walking around near the track since I had nothing better to do. When I got home, I told my mother not to fix supper because I'd already eaten at school. She agreed, and I spent the next few hours in front of the computer. I grew excited as the hours passed, because several days earlier, I'd planned to do something that I wouldn't dare do in the day. I had been curious about what it felt like to wear a Goodnite. I remembered wearing them when I was 7 or 8, but I forgot the feeling. I imagined that the Goodnite would be thick and comfortable. I got hard imagining that. I would soon find out what it was like. The time was about 11:00 PM, and by then my parents were asleep. I was excited inside. I was finally going to try a Goodnite on. I sneaked quietly upstairs to the upstairs bathroom. I remembered seeing the Goodnites stored in one of the cabinets. I locked the door to the bathroom and opened the cabinet doors. There, I saw the plastic purple bag for the Goodnites. I felt myself getting harder by the minute. My heart was throbbing. I slowly reached for the bag and set it on the gray carpet. I pulled one of the Goodnites out. At first, it looked like a white paper bag because of the way it was folded. After unfolding it a bit, I expected to see what I dreamt of: a silky garment that was just like thick underwear. However, it was not exactly as I'd imagined it. It was smaller, and the exterior was a delicate fabric. There were felt sides, and inside was some kind of liner. "It's a little [w]," I thought. I held it still for a long time. I was wondering, "Should I slip it on?" I felt guilty about doing it, as I wasn't sure what my mother would think. However, I finally decided just to try it out. I spread my legs out and slowly pulled it up. I was getting excited and very hard. It was feeling good already. The Goodnite was nice and tight around my legs, and it just felt so good. I continued to pull it up to my waist, where it stopped. It didn't go up all the way since I was too big for it. My rear end wasn't fully covered, and I was stretching the Goodnite way too much. My wiener wouldn't fit inside the way it was, so the waistband firmly held it to my belly. I was good and hard now. I hadn't felt like this much before. After a moment or two, I discovered it didn't feel quite as good as I expected, but it was still interesting to try out. I put the package of Goodnites away, and I turned off the bathroom lights. I opened the bathroom door and walked into the hall with nothing but a long blue shirt and a Goodnite. It made a distinctive crinkling noise, and it was tight around my legs as I walked so it felt kind of annoying but interesting. I went into the room where I usually slept and got in bed. I pulled a purple pillow between my legs as I had been doing for the past few months. Slowly, I began to rub my wiener up and down against the pillow. Normally, it was an interesting sensation, but it was far more interesting with the many delicate fabrics of the Goodnite. I soon [word], and then I left bed to go to the computer. I was going to play a game created by Trilobyte and Virgin Interactive. It was called The 11th Hour. I'd gotten the game to work several months earlier, and it was fun exploring the dirty old mansion belonging to Henry Stauf. I'd also discovered a miniature statue of a ballerina in a pink tutu that got me excited. One time when I clicked it, I heard Stauf say, "Did you get a 'Best Baby' award?" I wondered what it was like to wear a tutu. Yes, indeed, I was definitely at the age of raging hormones and puberty. As the night went on, I finally decided to take off the Goodnite. I'd had enough excitement for one night. I went back to the bathroom and put it back in the package. I was unaware of the fact that I would be back many times to get Goodnites. Chapter Two: With Pants On The day after I'd put a Goodnite on for the first time in years, I tried it again for another night. I also wondered what it would be like with pants. Would the loose outer layers of fabric and the thick lining of the Goodnite feel even more interesting combined with the thick, heavy texture of pants? I had to find out. One night, I'm not sure of the exact date, I tried a Goodnite on again. With time, it was becoming an occasional activity. I headed into my room and put on some twills. Of course, it did not give me quite the sensation I was hoping for, but it still felt neat having the smooth outer fabric rub against my legs. I had the waistband of the Goodnite exposed over the waist of my pants. It didn't look quite as interesting as I'd hoped, but that still didn't stop me just yet from wearing more in the future. I took off the twills and headed down to the basement in just a blue shirt and the Goodnite. I wanted to know how it felt with jeans. I was certain that the loose feeling would feel interesting mixed with the firm, rugged jeans. The feeling would be extraordinary. I tried putting on some old jeans, but they were too small to put on no matter how much I tried to budge them. I was sad that I was unable to try the Goodnite with jeans. It would be less than two years before I discovered how Goodnites felt with jeans. I once tried wearing multiple layers of Goodnites. They were nice and thick, but they were hard to walk in and it was preventing my wiener from fully erecting. I found it more comfortable in the end just to have one or two on at a time. Chapter Three: Wet Dreams Despite my fetish for Goodnites, I did have several failed attempts to put an end to wearing them, as my conscience told me that it was a sick activity. I would go for a while without wearing them, although there would be times when I got so excited that I just couldn't ignore my state of excitement. I'd planned to put a complete stop to wearing Goodnites in 2004. I made a resolution to never wear one that year. However, within the first month of the New Year, I found myself wearing a Goodnite. I just couldn't resist. Another thing that I found to be more and more common was daydreaming of fictional people (mainly [s]) in Goodnites. I did this while jerking off. This really fueled my fetish. I knew it was a rather crude activity and not very logical, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever quit wearing Goodnites for fun. One time, I was walking out in the upstairs hall when my mother came out and opened the door to her bedroom. I didn't have any pants on, so it might have been possible for her to see the Goodnite. I rushed into the room where I slept and quickly got out of the Goodnite. I expected her to come in and ask me what I was wearing. However, after several minutes, the coast was clear. She did not come in. She might not have noticed. I hoped one day I would eventually get the ability to quit wearing Goodnites. Chapter Four: Banned Goodnites In March 2004, I seemed to go a whole different direction with my life. For the past 2 years, I'd been unsatisfied by the occurrences, and I wanted to live like I did in years past when I had a more interesting and not so secluded world. Ever since 8th grade especially, I'd been accustomed to living in my own private little world since I didn't really talk to many people. I did manage to meet some old friends at school, and with that, the rest of 8th grade was much more pleasant. Not only did I want to have more friends, but I also wanted to set higher standards for myself to have a more happy world. Of course, this included banning jerking off and wearing Goodnites. Wearing Goodnites was the particular ban, as it was much harder to stop jerking off altogether. Banning Goodnites was easy, but not being able to jerk off… It would be hard for a long time for me to get used to something such as that. Lucky for me, I did manage to stay off Goodnites for a few months until June. I got interested after seeing a TV program. At the end of the show, someone accidentally wet him/her self after not having access to the bathroom. Needless to say, I was wearing Goodnites by the time everyone fell asleep. I jerked off, and soon afterward put the Goodnite away. I never wore a Goodnite after that until 9th grade started. It was in early September that I tried it. I had the fetish and the urge to do so, but I couldn't help feeling stupid about doing it. Here I was, a 9th grade high-school student, still putting on Goodnites (for pleasure, that is). I still carried on with it, and after that I only did it one or two more times afterward. I was desperately trying to stop. November was the last month of 2004 that I wore a Goodnite, and I hoped I would not do it any more after that. Chapter Five: My Concluding Adventures My fetish drove me to wear a Goodnite yet again in March of '05. I had jeans this time, so I was able to see how a Goodnite felt with jeans. It felt all right, but nothing sensational like I'd hoped. Although wearing Goodnites was a fun activity in the short-term, I actually hated it in the long-term. This activity seemed so stupid and so weird. It felt like I wasn't in tune with the world, especially considering the fact that I did it at night when nobody was awake. I knew I had to stop once and for all. I didn't wear another Goodnite until June, and to this date, I have never worn another one since then. I made a vow to never wear one again if I don't have to. Even though I learned that it is a mature thing to obey weird sexual desires, I also learned that they could be controlled with will power and self-discipline. It's been almost a month since I last wore a Goodnite, and I'm very proud of my decision to quit. The End! God Bless America!