| Title: | Stevie | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Stevie | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | [email protected] | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 30 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Whom Story is About: | Myself | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 01/03/10 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Life Periods in Story: |
| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ages in Story: |
| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Story Contents: |
| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.) [?]: | 14 (70%) |
In my family if you wanted to wear diapers, my parents had no problem in putting you in one. If you choose to wear diapers, the only clothing you had on were the diapers. I wore diapers 24/7 until I was six years old. After that I was in diapers mainly at night due to a slight problem I had. But I enjoyed being placed in a diaper. My parents gave me the whole baby treatment when I was in diapers, powder, rash ointment, changed on the diaper table. I was small enough to fit on the changing table until I was seven, then my mother would lie me down on either the floor or bed to change my diaper. The last time I was put into a diaper was at age thirteen and yes I still fit into the largest size of Pampers. Now sometimes I did wear cloth diapers with those noisy Gerber plastic pants. Make no mistake, everyone knew I was wearing a diaper while in the cloth diapers and plastic pants. And it didn't bother me either. Even when wearing Pampers, sometimes you could see the top of the diaper sticking out of my pants, plus you could tell I was wearing a diaper because of the bulkiness. I would run around the house in just my diaper, not caring who saw me. My sisters and their friends made fun of me, but I didn't care. I loved being put into a diaper. I remember one Easter trip our family made, I was nine, my mother asked me before we left the house if I wanted to be in a diaper for the trip. I said yes. She grabbed the Pampers and had me lie down and placed one on me. At our first stop, my mother grabbed the diaper bag and took me into the female restroom at the rest stop and changed my diaper. I was wearing pants before the stop, but my mother decided that I didn't need to wear them after the stop. She walked me back to the car wearing only the diaper and my tee shirt. I could tell she felt somewhat embarrassed, but I didn't. The whole vacation I spent wearing my Pampers and only my Pampers. I wish Pampers would make a extra large diaper that would fit me. I miss my Pampers. I do buy diapers from a company out west, actually two different companies, and wear those as much as possible. I still enjoy the feeling of a wet and messy diaper. Just wish there was someone who would change me, just like my mother did.