Name: Tim
Ages: 5, 6

I can't quite remember if I was 5 or 6 years old, but I remember that I 
wanted to wear diapers and plastic pants. I had a young brother who was 
still in diapers, and one evening while I was taking my bath I saw my 
brothers pull-on plastic pants (toddler size) lying on the floor. After 
I had dried myself off, I used the white bath towel as a diaper. I 
didn't have and diaper pins, so I just tucked the towel in on itself. I 
then pulled my brother's plastic pants on over the thick white diaper 
towel. Just as I finished, my mom came into the bathroom and saw me 
standing there just in a diaper and plastic pants. She screamed at me 
and asked me what I was doing. I didn't say much and she told me to 
take them off and come into her room. After putting on my pajama's she 
told me that if I wanted to wear diapers so much, I was going to wear 
one that night. So true to her word, she carefully re-diapered me with 
an actual 21"x40" baby diapers and then placed a pair of snap-on 
plastic pants over my thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. After this 
was all said and done she place my pajamas over the bulky mass and told 
me to kiss my dad goodnight as well as the guests that were at our 
house. I knew that it was quite obvious that I was diapered, and I was 
truly embarrassed, but deep down was quite excited and felt great to be 
wearing diapers. I remember that night that my plastic pants had come 
un-snapped and asked my older brother (he was 1 1/2 years older and 
slept on the bottom bunk) to re-snap my plastic pants for me (for some 
reason, I couldn't do it myself). I don't recall if he said anything to 
me, but after that night, I never got diapered my mom again (she 
thought I'd learned my lesson...Yeah right). To this day, I still love 
wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants and even disposable 
diapers...thinking I'm a teenager still having daytime and nighttime 
accidents and having to wear diapers to school and at night.