Name: Travis
Email: [email protected]
Ages: 8
Current Age: 13

My story is of how I started to wear diapers. when I was eight years 
old I was a punk {like every boy is}. The one day I started to beat on 
my cousin and he told on me as always. My mother came out and said, "if 
you're going to act like a baby, I'm going to treat you like one." She 
took me to the store and picked up the largest size of PICK diapers. 
Then she went and got plastic pants that she made sure would be nice 
and fit. After that she went to the checkout line she hinted to the 
checkout lady that they were for me. when she got home she was really 
mad because I was bugged her the whole way home that I would be better. 
She put the diaper on me and sent me outside. The first thing that I 
did when I got outside was take it off and throw it in the garbage.

I played for a while the went back inside. To my surprise the worst 
thing that could ever happen to me happened. In my room Me mother and 
father put up my old crib, changing, table, and garbage can which had 
DIAPER painted on it. I turned around and my mom was behind me. she 
said to me that I was going to be grounded like this for a week. Then 
she felt my butt to see if the diaper was still on. After that she 
said, "A month. Every time you take the diaper or the plastic pants off 
and I don't do it or tell you that you can do it the time that you have 
left doubles."

I was stubborn like all eight-year-olds and took the diaper off for a 
week, hoping that she would not catch it but she always did and by the 
time it was done I was grounded for five years and four months. I had 
to wear the diapers to school and at home. After the first week my dad 
built an extension on to the crib and changing table. I still wear 
diapers today because I can't get the hang of going to the bathroom on 
the toilet.