This all started when I was about 7. I wanted to know what it felt like 
to wet myself so I got up the courage and put on a pair of old pants 
and wet myself; it felt so good. Later I did it again, probably once a 
year until I was 11. I got up the courage while my friend was staying 
the night to bring up the subject about diapers. It started like this:

"Hey, wouldn't it be cool if we wore diapers and didn't have to go to 
the bathroom and could just sit and pee on ourselves?" He said, "I 
guess so."

And so after a couple of weeks we went to save a lot and bought 
diapers. They were a little small but he went first and put on the 
diaper and I was looking at him so I went in my closet and got changed. 
We put on pants over them and my dad called us downstairs. When we got 
downstairs he was mad about something but I do not remember because I 
had my hand under my butt to check if the diaper was leaking. Later we 
went upstairs. Both of us had wet our diapers and we liked it. We used 
a few more diapers and he left to go home and life was back to normal. 
But every couple of months I would wet an old pair of jeans and hide 
them. It had gotten worse. I was wetting old pants a lot. Eventually, 
when I was 14 I was wetting almost once a day secretly but it was 
starting to stink. But by the time I started 9th grade I stopped it. 
But not too long ago a few months before I turned 15 I found about 
three diapers left from when my friend and me tried them, so I used 
them and so fast; they were gone now. For the past two weeks I have 
been wetting my bed on purpose and putting towels and blankets over it. 
But last night I got the courage to do something from one of these 
stories and am wetting myself and telling my mom. I just did it once 
and I'm trying to get put back in diapers, so email me at 
[email protected] if you wanna talk about thing like diapers 
k cya. Oh, and I wet my pants during school once in 3rd grade once in 
4th and once in 5th grade.