    The Search for Models

    Part 1- Trip

    	It was still twenty minutes until 11 AM when the first modeling
    candidate walked through my door accompanied by his mom. They were
    early, but I was ready for them anyway. Truthfully, I was ready for
    such an interview my whole life it seemed. At first glance I could tell
    that this boy stood a pretty good chance at landing the modeling job
    based on his physical appearance. He looked to be about eleven or
    twelve years old. The age range we are looking for is nine to fifteen
    years old and this puts him somewhere near the middle if my guess is
    correct. As a major bonus, the boy is a blondie. Blonde boys for some
    reason just tend to look cuter in diapers than boys with other hair
    colors. Of course having said that, no hair color looks bad on a boy of
    his age, even if they do something crazy and dyes it emerald green. His
    build slightly leaned toward the skinny side of average but not by
    much. His muscles were not developed and were mostly comprised of baby
    fat. The boy's height looked to be 4 foot 6 inches. Both the parent and
    child were nicely dressed. The boy was more casual with his beige
    colored cargo pants and solid navy blue dress shirt.
    	The interview was to be extensive. The first part was to explain
    about this new branch of product line that was being introduced by
    Pampers to the modeling candidate and their guardian. Then, it was my
    job to explain the type of advertising he would be used in and the
    financial rewards if he would be selected. The second part would
    persist of a question-and-answer interview to make sure the boy could
    handle any negativity that might result from being a new generation
    Pampers kid. The final part would be a diaper shoot where the kid would
    be photographed in exposed Dipes. The new brand name of this special
    diaper that was being produced by Pampers was given the name "Dipes."
    	The first part was fairly redundant. I couldn't offer any new
    information that was not already in the packet that was sent to these
    interested candidates. Just a few clarifications and that was it. The
    boy was to get a one thousand dollar savings bond and a lifetime supply
    of Dipes even if he didn't get selected to be a model. Since no
    surprises had occurred and they had not bolted out the door it was now
    time to get to know them on a more personal level. His name was Trip
    and he revealed that he had come across our search for models on a post
    in the DPF Teen Forum. He had been a lifetime bedwetter and had just
    turned eleven two months earlier. I asked his mom if he was embarrassed
    about having to wear diapers at night she revealed that he actually
    looked forward to bedtime so he could be diapered.
    	"Does he wear them in the day any?" I asked. Trip joyfully chimed
    in that he does from time to time on special occasions. I smiled. It
    was so kewl that Trip obviously enjoyed being a diaper boy.
    	"Does your mom change you, Trip?" The blondie's face blushed and
    he broke a slight snicker as he nodded his head. Then came the biggie.
    I had to ask his mom how she felt about kids Trip's age wearing
    diapers.
    	"It's OK, I suppose." He needs to wear them for bedwetting and
    I'm glad he understands and enjoys it rather than we have to fight
    about it," she disclosed.
    	"So you let him wear diapers some in the day too, I take it," I
    quizzed further.
    	"Well, mostly special occasions like birthdays, outings, and when
    he's sick," she explained. "Sometimes a boy needs that little extra
    babying, and as long as you don't overdo it, don't hurt a thing."
    	"What kind of diapers do you use on Trip?" I asked. Both of them
    tried to answer at the same time. One said Goodnights, while the other
    said cloth and vice versa. It was enough for me to get the idea. Almost
    simultaneously, Trip and his mom revealed that they really were hoping
    to find a disposable diaper like Pampers to fit him.
    	"How does Pampers Size 6 fit you, Trip?"
    	"OK, I guess!" was the eleven year old's reply. His mom disagreed
    with his answer.
    	"Trip, you know they are too tight on you!" she explained, that
    with work you could get the tapes together, but they were obviously
    tight which caused them to leak. On occasion when Trip really had a wet
    and active night one tape would come loose on his Pampers.
    	"Have you tried Attends, Depends or any other adult diapers on
    Trip?" I asked. I looked at Trip to see his expression to the question.
    The cutie rolled his baby blue eyes up towards the ceiling and let out
    a blow that caused his long blonde bangs to lift up from the gust of
    air that left his pinkish-red lips. The facial language including smirk
    expressed he was not fond of adult diapers at all. His mom then went on
    to tell the story of when she bought the first pack of Attends for him
    last year when she deemed that he had outgrown Pampers Size 6.
    	"He hated that diaper before I slid the first one under his rear
    end," she revealed. "He complained and complained that he wanted
    Pampers instead." When that didn't work, he started crying. After
    finally coaching him into the fact that he needed a bigger diaper and
    that they were exactly the same he gave in and let me diaper him." He
    said he didn't look right, it didn't feel right and it didn't smell
    right, after I fastened the two tapes on each side together."
    	Trip then said, "Yeah I can't believe she tried to con me into
    wearing those things." His mom then revealed that Trip woke up with his
    PJ's wet at 3 AM from where the adult diaper leaked and that was it.
    	"We had to clean him up and change the sheets and go buy Pampers
    at the all-night supermarket, before he would even consider going back
    to bed." She laughed and said, "I think we still have all but one
    diaper left in that pack of Attends somewhere at home."
    	Trip then commented, "Yeah maybe you can save them for grandma if
    she ever needs them, cause I ain't gonna and you can't make me."
    	"So, do you wear Goodnights at bedtime now, Trip?" I asked.
    	"No, I hate those, too," he answered. His mom revealed that Trip
    didn't like the pull-up style and they leaked just as bad since he
    slept on his side. "Trip will wear Goodnights to a ball game or outing
    only because he refuses to use public bathrooms and don't won't others
    to notice he's wearing diapers."
    	"Oh, I see," was my comment.
    	"Right now we are diapering Trip at night with cloth diapers and
    plastic pants."
    	I asked him how he felt about cloth diapers and Trip wasn't vocal
    about saying anything negative, but it was clear that the kid wasn't
    exactly jumping for joy, either. Then came the biggest question of all
    to parent and child. I stated, "You know that if Trip is used in our
    commercials he will be seen nationwide. Maybe we'll only use him on
    packaging or perhaps in TV commercials or magazine ads. The point is we
    don't want this recognition to cause you or your family any
    embarrassment. Family and friends might make negative comments about an
    eleven year old boy still wearing diapers, so we want to make sue you
    have thought about this and feel comfortable before we proceed to the
    next step."
    	Trip was shy about his friends finding this out about him, but at
    the same time liked the idea that he could become an instant celebrity
    for simply wearing something he loved. The boy had already thought
    about this possible dilemma. Trip told us that if someone pointed it
    out that he looked a lot like the kid in the diaper ads, he could
    always deny it and say," Everyone has a twin, they say."
    	Everything had gone as good as I could hope. It was obvious that
    we had a red-blooded diaper boy as a candidate and a mom that was
    accepting of his wish to be a diaper model. It was just a matter of
    getting him changed into a DIPE and taking him to the production
    studio.
    	I made a phone call to let them know everything was a go and the
    three of us went to get some refreshments while they readied the set.
    Trip revealed that he was really nervous and hoped that he wouldn't
    disappoint anyone. I tried to joke with him and put him more at ease
    while we waited. His mom stroked his long blonde locks away from his
    eyes and reaffirmed that he would be fine. I couldn't help but look to
    see if Trip was wearing a diaper under his clothes. Nothing had been
    said to this point to indicate whether or not he was wearing a diaper.
    Although I couldn't say for sure, my guess was that he was diapered.
    His navy blue dress shirt was not tucked into his pants. I suggested
    that it might be a good idea for Trip to use the bathroom before we
    started into the picture taking session. Trip grinned and admitted that
    he had already used the bathroom. I could hardly wait to see if that
    meant what I thought it meant.
    	His mom said, "Trip, you didn't, honey." Trip then edged closer
    to his mom and hugged her. His mom then said, "Here honey," as she
    handed him a fresh Pamper and baby wipes out of her purse and urged him
    to go change himself quickly. Trip walked away and I continued talking
    to his mom. My pager went off and the person on the other end let me
    know that they were ready for Trip. We walked over and awaited for Trip
    to come out of the bathroom. The boy exited soon after and the faint
    hint of baby wipes caught my nose. Trip sure was a cute kid and it was
    really neat that he enjoyed wearing diapers, and soon our company would
    be producing real baby diapers to fit older incontinent kids and teen
    babies.
    	Trip was taken to the studio. He was met at the door by Christine
    who would get him dressed for the photo shoot. Christine was very
    pretty. She was 22 and just out of college. She had long blonde hair
    that reached most of the way down her back and blue eyes, just like the
    boy she would be working with. Trip's hair was not quite shoulder
    length and was curly along the edges, although it was otherwise
    straight. Christine was wearing a baby blue shirt with white letters
    that read "DIPES- who says their only for babies?" and red short shorts
    with a white belt around her trim 22-inch waistline. Christine was so
    beautiful she would make any boy want to wear a diaper.
    	She accompanied him to a private room to get him ready. Within
    minutes this eleven year old boy would be diapered by someone other
    than his mom. In there Christine opened a brand new package of DIPES
    and asked Trip to reach in and select one. The little blonde boy's
    heart raced with excitement as his tender little fingers were now
    grasping a real baby diaper that was designed specifically for boys his
    age in mind. He could hardly wait to get a DIPE on his precious little
    fanny. WOW, this diaper was bigger than he expected. Not quite as big
    as those horrible Attends, but it was a good 50 percent larger than his
    Size 6 pampers that he was wearing under his cargo pants.
    	"So, what you think, sugar?", asked Christine.
    	"These diapers are way too kewl!!!!" announced the boy whose
    young body was being flooded by adrenaline. Trip pointed out that the
    "Harry Potter" tape strip rocked. This feature made the diaper not only
    babyish but boyish as well. Seeing that Trip was going crazy over the
    diaper, Christine said, "Well, let's get you in that DIPE, Tiger."
    	Trip could hardly wait and said, "I'll go get mom so I can show
    her first OK." Christine stroked back her long blonde hair and said,
    "Hey, squirt, that's my job. How about if we surprise her" I have to
    diaper you up so we make sure it's perfectly symmetrical since we have
    to look our best for the photo shoot."
    	Christine was every boy's fantasy babysitter, and here she was
    about to shower the ultimate babying experience upon Trip. Christine
    grabbed at the navy blue shirt that was still untucked and began to
    pull it upwards over his blonde hair. His thin, unmuscular arms were
    pulled through next. Trip's bare skin was more white than tan. The
    Oklahoma sunshine from home didn't hit his exposed body often. His
    armpits would not have hair for years to come and his young body was as
    smooth as that of a real baby. The blonde hair on his arms was thick
    around his wrists, but so fine that it wasn't visible unless you were
    close to him. Trip's belly button was an inny and his tummy was flat
    except for a hint of baby fat that wouldn't disappear until puberty
    arrived in a couple of years. Removing his shirt caused Trip's hair to
    become wild. This was easily straightened out my a few strokes from
    Christine's red painted fingernails as they served her as a makeshift
    comb.
    	"Your hair is sooooo thick and pretty," she told him as she
    admired the way it flowed through her long fingers. Trip smiled and ate
    up her compliments. He enjoyed being fussed over like that and soon his
    face cheeks became puffy and his brilliantly white teeth emerged from
    behind those pinkish-red lips.
    	"OK, ready for your DIPE?" she asked. Trip had been waiting for a
    DIPE for too long and the act of just removing his shirt seemed like an
    eternity to him. As the eleven year old stood up Christine knelt down
    on her knees and unzipped his beige cargo pants and pulled them down to
    his ankles before asking Trey to step out of them. The woman that could
    easily pass for a model herself was now at eye level with this boy's
    plastic pants that concealed a Pampers size 6 beneath.
    	"You ain't wet, are you?", she stated as she looked up towards
    Trip's baby blue eyes for an answer.
    	"No, I actually just changed into this dry one minutes ago."
    	Christine teased, "Oh, so you were wet ,then," and Trip replied,
    "I guess you could say that." The 22 year old woman was kind of
    disappointed that she wouldn't get to take care of a wet baby before
    the photo session. As Trip remained standing she grabbed the elastic of
    his baby pants and pulled them off, having him lift his bare feet one
    at a time. The Pampers diaper was stretched to the max and she pulled
    at the tapes and freed the diaper completely from the youngster's body.
    Trip was still very much all boy at the age of eleven. Like his arms,
    Trip's legs were unmuscular if not long and lean and very smooth.
    Christine unfolded the DIPE and spread it out on a changing pad as the
    completely naked eleven year old watched. He could almost feel his
    buttocks sitting down square in the middle of that diaper.
    	Before that thought process was done, Christine said, "I guess
    you know what to do now?"
    	Trip then asked, "What?" as he was in dreamland big time and
    really had no clue.
    	Christine laughed and said, "Silly, have a seat," and pointed to
    the diaper she had prepared for his cute little bubble butt.
    	"Oh that!", Trip confirmed.
    	The kid then sat down in the middle and was instructed to
    layback. As Trip's blue eyes gazed up and focused on a spot on the
    ceiling, Christine grabbed one side of his diaper and pulled it
    together. Then the youngster felt Christine pull the other side
    together. Trip started to get up off the changing pad when she told him
    to hold on until she made sure she got the diaper placed perfectly upon
    the little blondie's body. She finished the diapering job my measuring
    the distance of the tapes horizontally and vertically against the Harry
    Potter strip. After a few adjustments Trip was now in his DIPE. The
    eleven year old sat there admiring his brand new diaper. He was smiling
    bigger than he ever did in his young life.
    	Christine said, "Now let's get some make-up on you." Trip was not
    expecting that part. He figured once he was diapered it was time to
    show it off. Christine teased him by saying, "I bet you didn't know
    boy's have to get made up, did you?" Trip didn't know if this was such
    a good idea after all. She assured him that it was necessary for the
    photos and she wouldn't have him looking too girly as she giggled.
    Lipstick that was barely a shade deeper than his natural lips was
    applied first. Trip's eyelashes were given a touch to make them appear
    more full and long. A slight touch of rouge gave the boy's face a not
    as pale look. Trip didn't know what to think about this, but was
    curious as to how it would change his appearance. Then some instant tan
    in a bottle was rubbed all over his exposed skin. The kid could hardly
    imagine what torture awaited him next and was afraid to ask. Luckily,
    Christine announced, "Let's go show you off so we can get to work."
    	As the two exited the private room, Trip's mom was as anxious to
    see her diaper boy as he was to see her. Christine led him by the hand
    to where she was waiting as if he was a two year old being returned by
    his babysitter.
    	Trip's mom cupped her hands over her mouth as she exclaimed, "Oh
    my God, your diaper is soooooo cute!!!!" Trip smiled at the remark as
    he moved closer. Once in reach of his mom she lightly touched the front
    of his diaper to feel the smooth white plastic backing of it.
    	"I thought Pampers had a cloth-like feel to them," she commented.
    I told her that they did now, but since these diapers were made
    specifically for boys Trip's age they would like the familiar plastic
    backing disposable diapers had when they were little toddlers. Then she
    laughed at the cute Harry Potter tape strip.
    	"You know, Trip has read everyone of those books, seen the movie,
    etc. How you like your new dipee?" she asked her son.
    	"It rocks, mom!", was his excited reply.
    	"OK turn around so I can look at the other side," she instructed.
    The eleven year old turned his back towards his mom as she inspected
    his brand new diaper further. Trip's diaper rose high onto his lower
    back and fit snugly there. The gentle waist gathers seemed to adhere to
    his skinny back. The seat area fanned out and had lots of room for an
    active youngster before coming to a trim fit against his upper torso
    just below his butt cheeks. The diaper was big and proportioned to same
    exactness of baby diapers. His mom patted his butt and the plop sound
    of the plastic diaper gave off a "thud" sound. Trip turned his head
    toward her and said, "Mommmm", in a half embarrassed tone.
    	David the photographer appeared and said, "Well, time to get to
    work." Hardly a job that could be considered as work, though. David was
    tall and in his mid 20's with brown hair. His job over the next few
    weeks would be taking pictures of beautiful preteen and teen boys
    wearing exposed diapers as if they were little boys.
    	"You skateboard any?" he asked Trip. The blondie replied that he
    loved it.
    	"Good, you should be familiar with all the equipment and gear
    then," as he pointed to a pile that was laid out for Trip. Trip's
    diaper crinkled as he sat his rear end on a bench and began to get
    dressed. The kid pulled on red knee and elbow pads. This was followed
    by white socks with blue edges at the top that extended just below his
    knees. White high-top tennis shoes were then laced up by the youngster
    has he bent forward. The kid was then handed a blue cutoff t-shirt that
    rose just above the boy's cute outee belly button. A white helmet was
    then given to him as soon as his t-shirt was on. The strap was too
    loose and David helped him make the necessary adjustments. "Boy, you
    sure do have a small head," he commented to the pug-nosed blondie. Trip
    just smiled because the smaller the better. Once the adjustments was
    made on the fitting, Christine came over and fluffed his blonde locks
    all around the edges of his white helmet. Trip's hair was already
    trying to curl along the edges and it didn't take Christine hardly any
    effort at all to produce the look she had imagined for him. Trip had
    been so busy putting on everything that was handed to him he had
    reached his hand out for the next item. Instead David slapped it with a
    high five because he thought Trip was doing the same.
    	"No shorts?" Trip enquired as he looked in David and then
    Christine's direction. Trip was expecting some long black baggy shorts
    like he saw on the X games but none was forthcoming.
    	Christine said, "You are a silly boy, aren't you?" and reminded
    him that they were going to take pictures of him in exposed diapers, as
    opposed to old people in Depends commercials. Trip couldn't believe it.
    Wow, this was going to be more rad than he thought.
    	Then the threesome walked about twenty feet to where a small
    skateboarding ramp was set up in front of fluorescent lighting and
    grayish background. Christine handed him a skateboard. On the
    skateboard was inscribed "DIPES- Who says babies should have it
    better?" The kid laughed at the wording on it. Trip was then instructed
    to lift one foot up on the ramp while keeping the other in place. They
    had him turn the skateboard to where it could be read. Trip was loving
    every moment as they had him pose from all angles and expressions upon
    his face. After about fifteen minutes they took a break and led him
    back to his mom.
    	She had been watching the shoot and was proud of the way he
    handled himself. She hugged him and told him he did great.
    	"Is that it?", she asked. The answer was they wanted to do
    another fifteen-minute session, only this time with a wet diaper.
    	"Do you think you can wet your diaper, Trip?", asked Christine.
    Trip was nervous and expressed that he wasn't sure. Christine said it
    was OK if he couldn't because they could re-diaper him in a slightly
    dampened one with yellow food coloring. Trip felt weird because so many
    people were now needing him to pee in his diaper if possible. The
    eleven year old was handed a mega Coke to sip on as he relaxed.
    	"Now, don't wet it much if you can urinate," Christine added.
    Trip tried to concentrate on peeing while his mom was shown what the ad
    campaign was proposed to look like. It was going boys in various
    physical activities that required protection. The only difference was
    the protection would also be in the form of wetting your pants. The
    eleven year old went to the bathroom to concentrate further in a more
    conducive setting for peeing. He leaned against the sink and looked at
    the boy in the mirror. He was cuter than he imagined he could possibly
    look and he knew that he was a looker anyway. He giggled as his eyes
    focused on the Harry Potter magic strip holding his diaper tapes. The
    Coke began to take its effect and Trip knew it would only be a matter
    of time now. The boy looked down as a small squirt from his still
    hairless pee pee squirted into his white plastic babyish diaper before
    stopping momentarily. A small dime-sized wet spot became visible before
    growing slightly larger. Another squirt that was a little longer than
    the first one was quickly cut off as well as he tried to remember that
    he wasn't suppose to wet it very much. He watched as it spread half way
    down the front but failed to invade the crotch area of his diaper. He
    examined it and decided that it still wasn't enough and relaxed his
    bladder once again. This time the pee pee streamed more hard. He tried
    to turn off the yellow liquid that was now invading his thick and
    thirsty diaper, but was unable to control it. They eleven year old
    blondie peed harder than he ever peed in his life. His diaper was
    really getting the leak test. He knew that he had soaked it far more
    than they wanted but he couldn't help it and knew that trying to stop
    now was futile. That warm slick wetness had really coated his tiny
    nutsack and he could feel it inching it's way up his butt and into the
    close confines of his butt cheeks. The front of his diaper was
    completely soaked and the plastic was drawing tightly to the yellowish
    gel-like pulp within. Trip turned in the mirror to inspect the damage
    from behind. It was very obvious that he had a pee pee diaper on his
    fanny from behind. If the boy even attempted to sit he knew that the
    whole backside would be soaked. His DIPE felt heavy as he walked. No
    leaks were evident. Trip hated the thought of going back to the others.
    He had successfully wet his diaper was it was far more than Christine
    had instructed. The boy went back as his heavy diaper sagged.
    	"Looks like we have a wet boy," Christine commented. Trip
    expressed that he think he over did it and everyone laughed.
    	"That's OK, Trip", Christine re-assured him. "Like we said, we
    have a back up plan." Ironically that plan was taking a boy out of a
    soaked diaper and putting him into a dampened one. Christine took him
    back and changed him out of his pee pee diaper like the time before.
    Then she spread out a brand new DIPE. Before allowing Trip to take his
    place on it she took a squirt bottle and artificially wet it for him.
    Trip was then told to lay back while she pulled the wet diaper in place
    and took the proper measurements to ensure symmetry. The wet diaper was
    cold against his skin. The faint smell of pee pee still remained in his
    diaper area. No sense in wiping Trip clean until this wet diaper would
    be removed after the photo session. Trey looked down and admired the we
    diaper clinging to his crotch area. Since he was already dressed in his
    other attire him and David went right to work on the same photos only
    with a wet diaper.
    	Trip was given the skateboard as an added bonus. He could hardly
    wait to ride it when he got home. He was sure going to require a lot of
    protection and even if he didn't land the modeling job, he would have a
    lifetime of diapers. The youngster smiled as his mom told him to get
    dressed to go home. The two left hugging each other. I looked at my
    schedule to see when the next candidate would come in for the
    interview.

    Part 2- Nick

    	The time had come for another potential model for DIPES to come
    in for the interview. I had been going over his paperwork since last
    night to become as familiar as possible. Nicky was one month shy of 13
    and was in the seventh grade at his middle school in Foxboro,
    Massachusetts. Nicky was 4'11" tall and weighed 100 pounds even. With
    brown hair and brown eyes he figured to be average in every category.
    Chronic bedwetting was listed as the reason for wearing diapers.
    	I looked up at the clock and it was time for him and his guardian
    to be interviewed but so far it was a no-show. I wondered if they had
    backed out. I went to my files and started researching the next
    candidate. As soon a I got settled back at my desk a thunderous knock
    at my door startled me causing me to almost spill my coffee.
    	As I opened the door I was greeted by the dad of Nicky. He was a
    rather large man to have such a tiny son. Don was his name and I could
    barely see the outline of Nicky since he seemed to almost be hiding
    behind is much larger father. I welcomed them both to come in. Don was
    much more of the talker. Nicky appeared to be shy, but maybe that was
    because it was hard for him to get a word in edgewise. We took our
    seats around a small table and got on with the interview.
    	Just to break the ice, I asked Nicky if he had any brothers or
    sisters. The kid broke a gentle smile and his answer to the question
    seemed to be a little difficult for him to answer. "I dunno, maybe, I
    think so," was his reply. Naturally, I had to look to Don for
    clarification. Surely he would know if he had any other children. Don
    explained that he and his wife had adopted Nicky when he was nine.
    Nicky had two younger brothers and the state had taken custody of them
    when he was seven. They had come from a very abusive home. Nicky was
    the most abused child of the three. Unfortunately that was due to him
    still wetting his bed very frequently. After hearing more details of
    his prior situation, I wished I had chose something else as an ice
    breaker. So Nicky did have natural brothers, but he was now an only
    child of Don and his wife.
    	Nicky was actually far more cuter than I expected. His skin was
    extremely white. He had a very large scar, just under his left eye. It
    looked like it had been there for a long time, so I dared not ask about
    it. The last boy, Trip, was dressed as if he was going to Sunday
    School, but Nicky had a unique look of his own. He definitely had the
    tough-guy look going on. His style of pants was unfamiliar to me. They
    looked like jeans, but had a windpants cut and was made of what looked
    to be a black spandex-like material. He also donned a black leather
    jacket with lots of silver doodads that was zipped up a third of the
    way. The kids shirt was also unique. It looked to be a white turtle
    neck, only the material was thin and flashy according to the way the
    light struck it. His shoes looked to be a dress shoe but had the look
    of a hightop tennis shoe. One thing was for sure, Nicky didn't get his
    clothes from the local JC Penney. In a way it looked like he was a
    young pre-teen version of GQ. Nicky had interesting hair, too. It was
    very full on top and cut like a bowl haircut of old. It was dyed a very
    light brown that was just short of blonde. Where the bowl cut stopped
    was a layer of buzzed hair that indicated his true hair color was that
    of a very dark brown that almost bordered on black. I had to wonder
    whether the kid really insisted on this type of fashion or whether the
    parents did. Either way it was an extremely cute look for a boy of his
    age. I had to wonder if those black whatever you call them jeans,
    contained a diaper underneath. If they didn't I had the feeling
    Christine wouldn't be looking at white fruit of the looms when she put
    him in a DIPE.
    	I asked Nicky if he had always worn diapers for his bedwetting
    problem. "They made me wear Goodnights at the other place", he
    admitted. "At first I hated it, because I thought the other kids would
    tease me there."
    	"Did anyone tease you there?", I asked.
    	"No, not really, not nothing like my dad did anyway," he replied.
    "Besides, it wasn't like I was the only one wearing them there," as he
    broke a little mischievous grin. In fact, Nicky was a very isolated and
    lonely boy after his brothers got adopted until he had to share a room
    with another boy that was a year older and wore Goodnights as well.
    	"Do you still see your friend?" I asked.
    	"No, his aunt adopted him and took him to California just before
    I got adopted," he admitted. "That's always been the way it is for me,"
    Nicky stated. "As soon as I love someone they leave."
    	Don hugged him and assured him that was no longer the case. You
    could tell that Don and Nicky had a close bond which was nice to see,
    considering the kid's past.
    	When Don and his wife looked at the option of adopting from the
    state, it didn't take them long to find their dream child. They were
    quickly made aware that Nicky was one of the most well-behaved boys
    there. They were looking for a much younger boy, but once they met him
    they knew he was it. The only knock against Nicky was his bedwetting,
    but otherwise they were assured they could not go wrong with him. While
    they were warning Don and his wife about this small detail, that
    actually served as all the more reason that they were meant to be
    together. Don knew what it was to be a bedwetter. He knew what it was
    like to be teased about it, too. His older sisters were always teasing
    him that he was a baby, because he had to wear diapers at night when he
    grew up. While Don had a physical need for wearing diapers he never did
    admit that he really loved the feeling of them and the attention that
    went with diapering. Don hoped that he and his wife could produce the
    most positive environment possible for a bedwetting child. Now that
    Nicky had been showered with love in a stable home for almost four
    years he was flourishing. At age twelve it seemed to be the most normal
    thing to get diapered, hugged and kissed for bedtime.
    	I asked Nicky if he would have a problem being seen dressed in
    just diapers for the whole country to see if he was selected to be a
    DIPE model. His answer wasn't as enthusiastic as the kid before him,
    but he didn't give the impression that he was against it. Don started
    chiming in and I got the impression that Don was the most excited of
    the two. Then I had them sign some photo release forms and went over
    the benefits that Nicky was guaranteed even if he wasn't chosen and
    what could be expected should he become a model. The lifetime supply of
    DIPES got a wide grin from Nicky. I then phoned ahead to prepare
    Christine and the photographer that Nicky would soon be heading their
    way.
    	On the way over his dad suggested to Nicky that he might want to
    use the bathroom before they got started. The brown haired youngster
    went into the bathroom with his dad while I awaited them at the
    entrance. They exited within a minute so I figured that the kid was
    wearing regular underpants. Then we walked to where Christine was
    awaiting our arrival. The 22 year old beauty, Christine met us with her
    big wide smile and warm welcome.
    	"Boy you are a cutie!!!", she exclaimed causing Nicky to break a
    big grin just shy of exposing his teeth. "Where do you find these
    hotties?" she asked in my direction.
    	"Well, Mr. Nicky here hails from up in Massachusetts," I
    responded. Don was enjoying Christine making over his son almost as
    much as Nicky. The kid was already putty in her hands as every boy's
    babysitter fantasy was being realized before his eyes.
    	"Are you ready for a DIPE?" she asked the brown-haired 12 year
    old. Nicky was more shy than the Trip and merely nodded his head. His
    smile indicated that he was more enthused about it all than his
    actions. Christine walked off with him and took his hand as she led him
    to the changing room. She was very impressed with his clothes' stylish
    looks. She started by untying his shoelaces as Nicky sat on a bench in
    the tiny room. Soon he had kicked them off his feet leaving only his
    white ankle socks on. Christine asked him to stand up and she pulled up
    his jacket to find the zipper of his black spandex-like pants. She
    commented that, "Those pants are way too good-looking on you, it's
    almost a shame we have to get you out of them." Nicky helped her along
    by pointing out a secret snap in the front while he pulled off his
    leather jacket. She was now pulling the boys pants down to his ankles
    as he stood there with only a solid white slick feeling shirt covering
    his chest and exposed underpants. Nicky had white Tommy Hilfigger
    underpants oand were cut in the basic boys briefs style except a shade
    skimpier with them being low-rise style. Christine then had him kick
    his pants free and hold his arms upward as she pulled off the only
    other remaining article of clothing outside his underpants and socks.
    Then he was asked to lay down on the changing pad as she now had him
    prepared for the diapering process. Nicky felt a twinge of excitement
    and could feel his heart rate increase as Christine pulled out a DIPE
    and began to unfold it. The perfume of the big boy diaper soon
    penetrated Nicky's olfactory system as he took in a whiff. He felt just
    like a little baby boy about to get all the nurturing he could stand.
    "Whatcha think of your dipee, little boy?", Christine playfully asked
    teasingly. Nicky broke open a big wide grin not knowing what to say,
    but he hoped that he was suppose to say KALIBUNGA like his favorite
    cartoon character might suggest at such a proposal.
    	"It's OK, don't be shy. So what cha think?" she quizzed again.
    	"I dunno, but I can't wait much longer," the brown-haired boy
    replied.
    	"OK, OK, well lets get your cute wittle underpants off so that
    can happen," the blonde 22 year old suggested as she slipped her red
    painted fingernails under the elastic of the white Tommy Hilfiger
    underpants of the outstretched youngster. Nicky was barely into
    puberty. His diaper area had only a very light trace of silky hair that
    was just a shade darker than what was on his head. Now that Nicky's
    undies were laying in a pile among his other clothing she had the
    twelve year old lift up his fanny as she slid the DIPE in place. Nicky
    lay back and stared at the ceiling as he felt Christine pull both sides
    together and fasten the tapes. The boy was in a state of ecstasy as the
    disposable diaper was pressing firmly against his boyhood, causing it
    to fatten up just a bit inside. The diaper's perfume smell was all
    around and as he looked down the Harry Potter tape strip made him
    chuckle out a funny laugh. Christine knew she had every bit the diaper
    boy on her hands as the first candidate, though Nicky wasn't as
    talkative about it. Nicky was a natural diaper boy if there ever was
    one. For one thing he was a squiggler. Once he was tickled by smelling
    and seeing the cute diaper on him he attempted thrashing from side to
    side. Christine had to make sure she had his diaper on perfectly so it
    was very hard for her to take her measurements on a moving target as
    she implored him to be still. The young blonde woman was finally able
    to accomplish this and got him to stand up. She then put her hand on
    the seat area of Nicky's diaper to straighten out a crinkle from his
    activeness on the changing pad. "Well, let's show you off!" she stated
    as it was now for the soon to be thirteen year old to make his diapered
    debut in front of the rest of us and his dad.
    	Nicky felt kind of funny as he approached his dad looking a good
    ten years younger than his real age in his new attire. "ALRIGHT, NICE
    LOOK!" his dad said as his son approached him. Nicky was speechless as
    he continued into his dad's embrace for a warm hug. "WOW THOSE ARE MUCH
    BETTER THAN GOODNIGHTS, HUH!" Don acknowledged. The brown-haired boy
    just looked up and nodded.
    	"You didn't tell me he was such a wiggler," Christine teased the
    boy's dad.
    	"That's one thing about Nicky, he says more with actions than
    words," he admitted.
    	Christine led him away to the photo shoot. The slender long-
    legged preteen's diaper crinkled as they walked. The man that was
    awaiting him asked Nicky if he liked rock climbing.
    	"Never tried it," he admitted.
    	"Oh yeah, where ya from?" he quizzed as he tried to break the ice
    to make the boy feel at place in his diaper.
    	"Massachusetts", he answered.
    	"Geez, you would think they would have sent me a boy from the
    Rocky Mountain states for this, but I guess you'll have to do," he
    stated with a laugh.
    	"Does this mean I can't do the photo shoot?", Nicky quizzed in a
    disappointed tone.
    	"How about we pretend your climbing something else," as he
    slipped a safety harness over the boy's shoulders.
    	"Like what?" the youngster added. The older man put his hand
    under his chin as he appeared to be thinking.
    	"Who is your favorite baseball team?" he asked.
    	"The Boston Red Sox, of course, duhhh. Is there any other team?"
    Nicky replied with a cocky tone that fit his haircut better.
    	"Well if you are gonna scale the Green Monster someday you need
    all the practice you can get." He led the boy over to the fake rock
    wall that was similar to those you see at amusement parks. He
    instructed Nicky to climb halfway up and then look down with a wide
    smile. As the boy climbed up and stretched his arms and legs in every
    direction his diapered fanny really protruded. Since the harness was
    underneath his arms his diaper and long legs were further emphasized.
    	"OK NICKY, THAT'S FAR ENOUGH!" the man hollered, causing the boy
    to stop with his left leg almost as high as his left arm while his
    right arm was outstretched upward and his knee on his right leg was
    slightly bent.
    	"OK, LOOK BACK AT ME AND SAY 'CLAM CHOWDER EQUALS UPSET TUMMY',"
    was the next instruction. This caused Nicky to really break out a laugh
    as he looked back just as the camera snapped a series of rapid fire
    shots.
    	"GREAT NICKY! YOU CAN COME DOWN NOW!" was the next instruction.
    The boy backed his fanny off the rock slowly. Nicky then asked what
    next. The answer was, "we are going to do the same thing, only with a
    wet Dipe this time."
    	The twelve-year-old looked puzzled as he tried to verify that his
    ears weren't playing tricks on him. The brown haired kid then mumbled,
    "HUH???"
    	The older man affirmed it by saying, "That's right. You didn't
    realize you were going to be a real baby, did you?" He then unhooked
    the safety harness and called for Christine to come get her boy back
    for the next shoot. The sexy 22 year old female appeared in no time.
    Nicky and her walked back to the diapering room passing his dad along
    the way. His dad asked, "Everything OK Nicky?" The pale faced youngster
    gave him a big thumbs up sign. Once again he was communicating his
    feelings without uttering a word.
    	Nicky soon found himself sitting down on the Harry Potter
    changing pad. He imagined that Christine was the young girl from those
    books as she got another Dipe from the package.
    	"What are you doing?" he asked as she spread it out and got up to
    do another chore.
    	"I have to wet your diaper for you, Sugar," she replied in a big
    sister-ish tone. A beaker of yellow dyed saline solution was being
    warmed to 100 degrees to prevent a cold shock to the boy's bare bottom.
    	"Fake pee pee?" Nicky asked. Christine admitted that was exactly
    what it was supposed to be.
    	"I can do the real thing if you want me to", he volunteered, not
    wanting Christine to go to any unnecessary lengths for him.
    	"Oh, that is so sweet of you, Tiger," she laughed. Christine
    continued by saying, "No that's OK, after all, that's why they pay me
    the big bucks around here."
    	Nicky was feeling a little pressure as it was and hated to have a
    dry diaper taken off as Christine kept preparing the fake pee pee.
    Nicky decided to go for it and try to wet his diaper and surprise his
    newfound mommy. After a couple of attempts at relaxing he was able to
    let out a few squirts. The soon to be 13 year old looked down at his
    DIPE as a wet spot grew just below his Harry Potter tape strip that
    held one wide tape strip on each side. The kid laughed at the delayed
    effect of the expanding wetness. He could feel a squirt from his tiny
    rainmaker, but it took a couple of seconds before the darkening color
    hit the plastic backing of the kewlest disposable diaper in the whole
    world. In the moments in between the paperlike filling of his diaper
    was turning into gel and it felt sooooo good as his inner body heat
    warmed his diaper area. The kid sighed a big "Ahhhh" as he let go a
    stream into the thirsty thick white diaper. The slick feeling felt so
    good as it started wicking up into his fanny cheeks. Christine took her
    beaker of homemade pee pee and turned around only to discover she was
    too late.
    	"Looks like we won't be needing this, will we?" she stated. Nicky
    shook his head from side to side emphatically. Nicky was just too
    adorable. He sat there smiling with that naughty two year old look that
    can only come from an innocent boy's face.
    	"You like that, I see," Christine stated. She then had Nicky
    stand up so she could inspect the wetness from behind. If the boy had
    wet too much it wouldn't look right in the advertisement. Too little
    and that wouldn't be good, either. She got out a picture of Trip's wet
    diaper to make comparisons. Nicky had done the perfect pee pee. The
    amount was just right. The smell of Nicky's urine was mixing quite well
    with the diaper perfume as she eyeballed his pee pee diaper from every
    angle. Nicky thought he was ready to go back to the rock, but Christine
    had other plans instead as she had him lay back down on Harry Potter.
    	"Are you gonna have to change me?", he asked.
    	"No, silly," she replied. Then she got out some other things that
    had the boy's attention. Christine then got out her make-up kit.
    	"NO WAY, UH UH, YOU AIN'T TURNING ME INTO A GIRL!" he stated as
    he got up. Up to this point Nicky had been fully cooperative. It took
    some coaxing but finally Christine was able to sell him on the fact it
    was boys' make up.
    	"Who is your favorite boy actor?" she asked him.
    	"Don't have one", he stated. Christine then assured him that the
    boy in Star Wars was made up and he didn't look like a girl. Nicky laid
    back down and Christine powdered his face to give it a more suntanned
    look. The part that Nicky hated the most was when she broke out a tube
    of lipstick and gently smeared the red color. She then instructed the
    boy to rub his lips together to even it out. Christine was very amused
    at the grimace on his face as he did this. Nicky's face had that
    expression that you might expect if he had a mouth full of spinach or
    something just as equally gross. Christine then took her fingers and
    touched up his lips to make them perfect. She then stated that she had
    tortured him enough. Nicky now knew how a mouse felt like after being
    toyed with by a cat. They jaunted back to the rock passing his dad
    along the way. Nicky looked at his dad and this time it was his dad
    that was giving him the thumbs up. Nicky lifted up his arms and the
    safety harness was put into place.
    	"Wow Christine, you are getting too good with this fake pee pee,"
    as he got a whiff of the pleasant aroma that was being emitted by
    Nicky's DIPE.
    	"What do you mean?" she asked. The man said she had even created
    the pee pee smell. Christine told him that she was quite the chemist
    when she was in college as she winked at Nicky. The brown haired
    youngster couldn't contain his laughter.
    	"OK NICKY, SAME AS BEFORE. CLIMB HALFWAY UP AND LOOK BACK." Nicky
    went and grabbed hold of the rock and started to pull himself up.
    Unfortunately he was too tickled to pull his 100 pound lean frame
    upward. It was just too much to ask of his unmuscular arms as he was
    still had not fully contained his boyish giggling.
    	"OK, ANYTIME, NICKY," the man encouraged as he came out from
    under the camera's hood. The boy started up again and he felt the wet
    gel press firmly against his buttocks as he attempted to dig in and
    climb. Once again he had to give up. The man started having fun with
    him as well.
    	"What's the matter Nicky you about to pee in your diaper or
    something?" Christine added that it was too late because he already did
    that.
    	"Oh I see," he stated. All the laughing made the boy need to pee
    again. Even if he had been wearing his regular Tommy Hilfiger
    underpants he would have accidentally wet them like boys sometimes do.
    The twelve year old felt the gush of pee pee invading his diaper and
    was worried that now his diaper was ruined as far as the photo shoot
    went. Christine took note of this as it was happening. Both of the
    adults inspected his diaper. the boy's diaper was now soaked good in
    behind. They decided to have him go up the rock as it was, however.
    They could take some pictures and then change him into a less wettened
    diaper and try again. Nicky was able to contain himself and climb up
    the rock this time. As he looked back the man yelled, "HEY, DIAPER
    BOY!" and the camera clicked several times as the brown haired kid hung
    on the wall with a huge smile.
    	"OK let's get you changed," Christine said as she hurried him
    back. As he passed his dad he gave him the thumbs down sign indicating
    that he blew that shoot. In no time flat the preteen was once again
    gracing Harry Potter with his fanny. Christine ripped the tapes off and
    slid the used diaper from beneath his globes. This was the heaviest
    diaper she had ever felt as she tossed it to the side. Christine then
    laid out the diaper she had previously prepared beside the boy and took
    the warm liquid and poured it in. After letting it soak into place for
    a moment she had took out some baby wipes and cleaned the youngster's
    diaper area as if he was a three year old. She then had Nicky position
    himself in the middle of the artificially dampened disposable diaper
    and pulled the tapes together for a snug fit. The diaper felt like the
    one that had just been removed from his fanny only not as slick. Still,
    it felt great. Christine then took measurements quickly to verify it
    was perfect. The wetting was not quite to her liking do she poured the
    fake urine into a bottle that had a squirt nozzle. She told Nicky to
    remain still while she prepared this. Christine then pulled the back of
    Nicky's diaper open and squirted the additional pee pee between the
    crevice of his butt cheeks. The warm saline solution felt good to the
    boy as it gelled into the seat of his diaper. Nicky was then instructed
    to sit down. Nicky was then made to stand as she re-verified the wet
    look from behind. The yellow fluid was evident in a half moon shape
    from the pressing of his buttocks against the Harry Potter changing
    pad.
    	"OK, perfectp" she stated and then hurried him back to the rock.
    The safety harness was re-attached and it was all business this time as
    he dug in and scaled the wall. The kid looked back and the man yelled,
    "NICKY WEARS DIAPERS!" causing the boy to smile and show off his pearly
    whites that matched the dry part of his diaper. With that the photo
    session was complete and he was taken back to his dad to tell about how
    everything went. Christine then reminded him that he could get dressed
    and leave anytime they were ready. Nicky scurried back into the
    changing room. As Christine filled out the paperwork she noticed that
    Nicky was getting dressed but was leaving his diaper on. After he got
    finished dressing she reminded him to not forget to take his underpants
    with him. He said, "What for?" "I don't think I'll be wearing undies
    for awhile now that I'm back in diapers." Nicky then offered his cute
    little undies to Christine as a souvenir.
    	"Oh really?", she asked. "I'll even autograph them for you since
    I'm now going to be a star." Christine just loved Nicky's flare and
    took him up on the offer as she handed him a blue marker. Just below
    the waistband on the backside he wrote, "To Christine-Love Nicky
    Crosby." She hugged him tightly and said she would keep his undies
    forever. I then talked with Nicky and his dad about what they could
    expect next before they left. Christine then showed me her present that
    Nicky left her.
    	"What's this?", I quizzed. Christine said that he said he
    wouldn't be needing them anymore and I laughed.
    	"So he really loved his DIPES I take it", I stated. I wasn't so
    sure at first I admitted. Honestly I thought his dad was more of a
    diaper boy than him. I laughed when I noticed that his white and
    obviously very new underpants even had a hint of a racing stripe from
    where he hadn't wiped very good.

    Part 3- 3 Boys

    Part 3A

    	The next interview was going to be a little more unusual than the
    other two previous ones. While it took two interviews to produce two
    diaper model candidates, this one interview was going to produce three
    candidates at once. After researching some possible scenarios we
    decided that it was possible.
    	Five minutes before the scheduled interview a knock on the door
    came and it was a man, a woman and three of the most precious little
    boys I had ever seen. I wondered if it was someone who got lost because
    I expected the boys to be a little bigger. My sheet on my desk said
    that the boys were 12, 11 and 10 but they appeared to be closer to 10,
    9 and 8 as far as average heights and weights are concerned. I asked
    them if they were there for the interview to which they replied that
    was the case. We sat down and I broke the ice with them. It was nice to
    see both parents taking part in the interview. I started off by saying,
    "Wow, three bedwetters! No wonder you have to use diapers!" to the mom.
    To my surprise she admitted that she only laid claim to the 11 year old
    boy named Ian. I said, "Oh, I see you all just got married then," to
    which the man answered that was not the case, either. My puzzled look
    caused him to further elaborate on who was who and how they came
    together to take part in my interview.
    	Jamie and Timmy are 12 and 10, respectively. They were the
    product of their father's loins. Two years ago his wife passed from
    cancer. They eventually moved to another city where they met Ian who
    quickly became their best friend. All throughout their childhood both
    Jamie and Timmy were bedwetters. More than likely it was due to a small
    bladder since both boys were extremely smallish for their respective
    ages. At age 12 Jamie was 4'8" tall and weighed a mere 65 pounds.
    Although he was small he made up for it in pure cuteness. The kid
    before me had an infectious mischievous smile, chestnut brown hair and
    eyes of brown that matched. Timmy was even smaller than average for his
    age, at 4'0" and 49 pounds. At this point in the process Timmy was yet
    to utter a word indicating that he was quite shy and let his big
    brother do most of the talking. If my guess was right, though, he would
    probably be a real talker once you got him started. The 10 year old
    also seemed the more affectionate of the two as he sat there with his
    little arms tightly embraced against his daddy. Like his brother, he
    had brown hair, though it was very close to blonde and his eyes were
    brown as well.
    	All through the years both boys' mommy cared for them and didn't
    try to make a fuss over dealing with wet beds each morning. She knew it
    was something the two little youngsters couldn't help. Unfortunately,
    Jamie and Timmy woke up in cold, clammy beds with underpants to match.
    Neither boy got to sleep solid throughout the night as a result. Their
    mom never wanted to suggest diapers for fear of hurting them
    emotionally. After she got sick their dad had to follow the same
    routine night after night with the boys. He was hoping that as they got
    older it would eventually stop, but if anything, the growing boys only
    made bigger pee pees and no letup was foreseeable. Finally, he had
    enough due to exhaustion. He was working a lot to support them and the
    burden of being a single parent meant something had to give. He
    lovingly suggested that they try diapers as an option. Both boys were
    not too keen on the idea at first because all their lives kids teased
    them that they were babies due to their smallish sizes. Wearing diapers
    would mean that the other kids were really right. After all, only
    babies wear diapers on their fannies. After a lot of persuading that
    they were not being punished did they decide to give it a try. Like
    other bedwetting kids, they would now be wearing Goodnights. Although
    they were really diapers they were marketed as underpants that just
    happen to protect from wetness. The next morning it soon became evident
    that while they allow everyone to sleep through the night, it didn't do
    anything to stop the wet beds because they leaked. Both boys were
    active sleepers and all it took was rolling onto their sides and
    gravity pushed the urine into the unprotected underwear-like side
    panels. Their dad Jed decided that a better form of protection was
    needed. He bought the younger Timmy a pack of Huggies Size 6. Perhaps
    he could still fit into them. Then he bought a more than ample supply
    of the cheap Gerber baby pants. Maybe this combination would work a lot
    better he thought. The boys wore these the next night and when they
    awoke the next morning their diapers were wet but their beds were dry
    for the first time since they were taken out of diapers at age 3. Not
    only that but both boys actually enjoyed the warm sensation of diapers.
    They were actually having fun with it which was a huge relief to their
    father.
    	So that was the story on Jamie and Timmy. Now I was wondering how
    in the world did the 11 year old boy named Ian fit into the picture.
    Ian tuned out to be a friend that they met at a summer camp. Like Jamie
    and Timmy, he too, was a bedwetter and probably for the same reasons.
    Although he was a year older than Timmy, he was even tinier for his
    age. The dark haired child was 3'11" and only 51 pounds. No doubt he
    had a tiny tank like his friends that couldn't hold enough pee pee to
    last the overnight hours. As he sat across from me he was quite
    squirmy. This was one child that had a lot of trouble remaining still.
    His attention span was very short though he appeared quite intelligent
    once you got his momentary focus. I asked him, "Ian, so I hear you are
    a big Scooby Doo fan." After not acknowledging my question his mom
    said, "Ian, the man asked you a question." This refocused his attention
    in my direction and he said he was sorry and asked if I could repeat
    it. His mom chimed in first and said that her boy was a wild boy with a
    lot of spirit. "If he could sit still long enough maybe he might grow
    some." I repeated the question and he started asking me if I liked
    Scooby Doo, too. It was obvious that he loved that cartoon. I
    acknowledged that when I was 12, I wore Scooby Doo pajamas which caused
    all the boys to laugh real hard. I guess they were imagining me as an
    adult in cartoon character pjs and couldn't fathom that I was once a
    boy much like them. Maybe they didn't think the cartoon went back to
    ancient times, either. "Oh, so that's funny, huh?", I replied to their
    ongoing giddiness. "Well I bet Ian wears Scooby Doo underpants," I
    further stated. Now Timmy and Jamie had their tickle box on high
    volume. Since the two brothers seemed to think that was funny, I asked
    them "So, what's your guys favorite cartoon? Jamie said that he liked
    Sponge Bob Square Pants and that his little brother still liked Barney
    The Dinosaur. I was not familiar with the first cartoon, but I was
    quite familiar with Barney because of some relatives kids of mine. "So,
    are you telling me that Timmy wears little purple Barney undies?" I
    teased. Timmy's face went from pale while to boiling red instantly. Boy
    was he mad at his big brother's joke as he punched him in the upper
    arm. Jamie continued snickering because the swat from the 49-pounder
    barely made a dent. Ian was now laughing hard as well as he pictured
    his friend clad in the purple beast around his most private areas. The
    whole world seemed to know that Timmy was a huge Barney fan and the
    eleven year old took drastic measures to prove them all wrong. Timmy
    quickly unbuttoned his black jeans and dropped them to the floor. In
    front of me appeared a Scooby snack and not the anticipated Barney.
    They were cute little cartoon boys briefs and I could tell right away
    that he was not the least bit prohibited as he turned and modeled or
    should I say, mooned his little fanny to all the occupants in the room,
    pausing only long enough to pass gas in Jamie's direction. Jamie rolled
    his chair quickly to escape as he yelled, "No fair, chemical warfare."
    I could tell that Christine would be earning her pay today because he
    was about to receive three holy terrors to get diapered. "That ain't
    Scooby! Those are poopy stains!" announced Ian. His mom said "IAN!,
    that was not nice", but I had to laugh at this myself and I said we
    better get you in a fresh DIPE cause Ian's right. No wonder you picked
    out a brown cartoon character instead of a purple one. Timmy was now in
    flat denial of this accusation. "Dad don't allow any number 2's in our
    diapers--Just pee pees." After some prodding from both parents to get
    their kids contained once again, I asked them if any of them liked
    Harry Potter. They were all in agreement of that. I told Timmy not to
    worry because only Luvs had the rights to Barney and since we made
    diapers for kids their age and older we had Harry Potter tape strips.
    "Do we get to wear them now?" inquired an impatient Ian. I guess that
    can be arranged I told them. "I'll finish the paperwork with your
    parents so we make sure you get all the free diapers your little
    fannies need and I'll call Christine to come get you." "I can't wait to
    see the look on her face when she is about to discover she has triplets
    on her hands. I dialed up the 22 year old bombshell and told her that
    she had some clients and told her that I needed he to come and meet
    them. Boy was she in for a surprise.

    Part 3B

    	Christine knew that she would be getting a threesome of diaper
    boys to get ready for the set, but she could tell right away she was
    going to have a real handful as she gave the little boys a tour of the
    facility. Ian kept wanting to go to the place where they made the
    DIPE'S, but was disappointed to learn that they were being made at
    their main plant in Cincinnati, Ohio. Jamie and Timmy were quite
    excited when they were shown the new 30 second commercials that were
    made only weeks ago by the first candidates, Trip and Nicky. They all
    three laughed quite loudly at seeing a kid their age posed on a
    skateboard and another slightly older on a climbing wall. Eleven year
    old Ian noted that the kids' diapers looked wet and Christine laughed.
    They had never noticed a diaper commercial on TV for babies in which
    their diapers were actually wet. Christine explained that it took
    awhile to do the commercials and sometimes little boys just have to go
    pee pee. Timmy giggled like the little pre-teener with a high pitched
    tone. Jamie was absolutely overtaken by the large screen TVs, because
    the boys in their view appeared to be giants. Jamie commented that
    their diapers were as big as them. He wished that he had such a video
    rig up in his and Timmy's room at home.
    	The 22 year old bombshell then told the boys, "Guess what?" and
    they all looked puzzled. "The next diaper boy I get my hands on will be
    watching you guys up there.
    	"Will we have pee pee dipees too, like them?" quizzed twelve year
    old Jamie as he tried to sound more like the baby than the eldest of
    the youngsters. The young woman stated that she was very confident that
    they would be able to remain dry like good little boys. Timmy whispered
    in his friend's tiny ears, "She don't know us very well, does she?" Ian
    started snickering like Snidely Whiplash and Christine turned to see
    what the little devils were up to.
    	"What was that, Timothy?" as she looked back and pointed at him
    in a teasing manner.
    	"Nothing," he shyly answered as he tried to put on his innocent
    act. It didn't fool Christine one bit because she could see the tiny
    spikes of his devil horns protruding from his light brown hair.
    	After a few more stops the boys began to grow impatient,
    especially when she led them to the bathroom for one final potty stop.
    Their little butts were just itching to get diapered and all this
    touring was beginning to wear on them.
    	"You mean you all have bathrooms here?" asked a disappointed Ian.
    	"Of course, silly-- you don't think I wear diapers, do ya?"
    	Christine waited outside while the boys went inside the place to
    pee. Jamie stood at the stall and unzipped his fly to release the
    precious liquid that was meant for better things. Timmy was a little
    more reluctant to go, but his older brother warned him that they might
    not take them if they didn't follow directions very well. Timmy slid
    over to the smaller urinal beside his big brother and unzipped his
    black Levi's. As soon as Jamie's trickling stopped he urged Ian to take
    his place. Ian was having no part of it. Timmy was struggling really
    bad to make his water come out. It had been a long time since he tried
    peeing into a urinal. Even in a diaper the little boy usually got down
    on his knees or squatted down on his haunches. Christine knocked at the
    door asking them if they were alright and Jamie yelled, "Yeah just a
    minute!" Then begged his little brother to hurry up. This of course
    didn't make things easier and he decided to give up.
    	It was about this time that the boys parents and I caught up with
    them. Jamie and Timmy's dad gave them a hug and a kiss and asked them
    if they were nervous and Timmy admitted that he was a little bit. Jamie
    was scared to death but knew that he better act all confident or they
    might lose the commercial so he lied and said he was ready to get on
    with it. Ian's mom hugged him in similar fashion and she just told him
    to do his best and listen carefully and not to let his mind wander. So
    with the temporary farewells being given Christine now led the three
    boys back to the private room.
    	"OK who wants to go first?", she asked. Oddly enough, the three
    boys became shy and no one volunteered. Then she suggested that Jamie
    and Ian wait outside while she diapered Timmy.
    	"Do I have to wait outside?" asked a disappointed Jamie. She said
    that she didn't want to embarrass him because he would be fully
    undressed in front of them.
    	"Oh that's OK," the twelve year old assured her. "Dad always
    changes us in front of each other and even Ian, too."
    	Christine told them that if they stood out of the way it would be
    OK to just watch. They all then entered the room and Timmy was directed
    down onto the changing pad.
    	"Way kewl changing pad," Ian commented. He loved the Harry Potter
    cartoon characters on it. Jamie watched attentively as his little
    brother's black jeans and yellow shirt was removed after his shoes.
    Timmy laid there like the sweetest little boy imaginable in only his
    tiny white socks and Scooby Doo underpants with a bold red waistband.
    Jamie always thought it was funny seeing his little brother in that
    underwear because the dog on them was brown and position low on the
    backside of his briefs. It almost made Timmy look as if he had done the
    forbidden number in his undies. Christine then removed a baby perfumy
    disposable diaper from the package that simply read DIPES and unfolded
    it. Ian commented that the package looked rather ordinary and plain.
    Christine then got a hold of the red waistband of Timmy's underpants
    and pulled them off and tossed them onto his previously removed
    clothing.
    	The moment of truth was now at hand as the woman lifted up on
    Timmy's thin ankles causing his fanny to lift off the mat to where she
    could slide the diaper in place. At home their dad had them position
    their own fannies on the diapers but Christine was doing it just like
    she would do any baby. Even if that baby before her was a whopping 49
    pounds. She then stretched the tapes as she tucked the front of the
    plastic diaper underneath. The tapes pulled quite far in front. This
    was the smallest DIPE they made and it fit Timmy with lots of room to
    spare. After measuring to make sure the diaper was installed evenly,
    Christine commented that a Pampers size 6 was probably a better fit on
    him. Jamie told her that he wore Huggies size 6 most of the time at
    home, but this looked better.
    	"Well, tell your dad that HUGGIES are a big NO NO around here."
    Jamie didn't understand that was a competitor and that DIPES were a
    spin off of Pampers. Ian didn't get it, either, and asked if Luvs were
    OK.
    	"Afraid not," answered Christine.
    	"You want to hear a funny story?" questioned Jamie as his little
    brother kept rubbing his tender little fingers back and forth across
    the slick plastic backing of his new DIPE enjoying the sensation. "Dad
    bought Luvs one time because they were on sale and Timmy wouldn't have
    anything to do with them," stated Jamie.
    	"GOOD BOY!", stated Christine as she fluffed up Timmy's light
    brown hair.
    	"You know why?", he came with another question. Christine said,
    "OK, tell me why."
    	"'Cause they Barney on them!!!" as he cracked up.
    	"Don't you like Barney?", as she turned in the ten year old's
    direction. An emphatic "NO" was the answer as he grimaced his lips
    together and curled them under making it appear like they had
    disappeared.
    	"You know what else?", continued Jamie.
    	"What?" replied Christine.
    	"I had to end up wearing all of them instead," answered the
    twelve year old.
    	"Well, I think Barney is sweet and I bet you were very precious
    in your little Luvs diapers," as she rubbed the dark brown haired boy's
    head. "Do you think Timmy will like the Harry Potter tape strip?",
    quizzed Christine.
    	"Oh yeah, definitely. Dad reads those stories with us all the
    time," answered Jamie.
    	"Sounds like you guys have a wonderful dad," she stated and Jamie
    and Timmy agreed that he was the best around. Christine then warned
    Jamie if he didn't quit being such a motormouth they would never get
    finished before someone had to pee and then they'd have to start over.
    Christine then told Timmy to remain standing so he would get any
    creases in his diaper and motioned for Jamie to assume the position.
    Jamie laid there helpless as his heart throbbed in anticipation of
    being diapered by Christine. He decided not to look and close his eyes.
    This way he could take in the sense of feeling to its utmost.
    	The dark-haired youngster felt his black tennis shoes being
    untied first and then slipped off his sock feet. Then they were removed
    as well. Then Christine had him raise up as she pulled his yellow
    casual shirt much like his brother's over his head after she freed it
    from his skinny unmuscular arms. Then she gently laid his head back on
    the pad.
    	"Why do you have your eyes closed, Jamie?"
    	He responded by saying he was afraid to look. Christine laughed
    and said, "Whatever, silly boy."
    	Then his heart picked up a few more paces as she unbuttoned his
    blue jeans and unzipped them. Then came the tug at the bottom both his
    pants legs at the same time. While it seemed it was taking forever it
    would only be a matter of seconds before he knew that she would see
    viewing him clad only in his underpants. Jamie just lay there smiling
    as he felt the course material slide down his hairless legs with ease.
    Now he was just before the prettiest woman he ever saw in just
    sparkling white underpants that were bought brand new for this special
    occasion. They were just plain fruit of the looms with a thin blue
    stripe across the top. Just like the kind the average boy wears once
    they exit diapers as a little boy.
    	"These panties aren't as cute as your little brothers panties."
    Christine sure knew how to tease a boy to the max. Jamie got his ire up
    and his eyes opened wide as he demanded that they are regular boys
    underpants.
    	"Well I still say they are panties," she continued. Jamie was
    disgusted at the remark. He couldn't figure out how she could come to
    such a ridiculous conclusion. After all they were full cut and rose up
    to his back and just short of his outee belly button and they didn't
    even have any type of print on them.
    	"I was just playing with you, Jamie. OK how about we slide off
    your BIG BOY BRIEFS and replace them with a nice thick baby diaper,"
    stated Christine. That was much better as Jamie lay back and let his
    eyelids come together again. He had no problem with being associated
    with a baby, but a girly boy was quite another issue. The twelve year
    old felt the cotton leave his legs and now it was time for the ultimate
    as Christine lifted up on his ankles. At only 65 pounds he was still
    quite easy for her to manage and soon he felt the thick diaper under
    his well rounded butt for such a small boy. This diaper was much bigger
    and rose up nicely. The quilted padding felt so nice and snug against
    his rear end as she taped it shut in front. This was the most awesome
    diaper ever. After some quick measurements he was told to stand up and
    remain that way like Timmy. Like Timmy, he couldn't help but rub the
    backing of the plastic diaper. This was ten times better than the new
    outer cloth-like covering of the brand new baby diapers on the market.
    Jamie could feel his member trying to get larger and escape the tight
    confines within as he rubbed more and more. It was now Ian's turn to
    hit the mat. He lay down quickly as he couldn't wait to get the same
    treatment.
    	"Getting back to your question, young man. Do you know why the
    package of DIPES is rather ordinary?", she asked. Ian shook his head
    no.
    	"It's simply because it hasn't been designed yet."
    	"Why ain't it designed?" asked Jamie.
    	"Well, the biggest reason is we don't know who will be pictured
    on it," she admitted.
    	"Really? Like could it be one of us or maybe all three?" he
    asked.
    	"It is a possibility that I hear they are considering," she
    informed them.
    	Timmy quizzed, "Well if that is one possibility, then what are
    the others?"
    	"I understand they have been talking to some boy celebrities as
    well."
    	"Yeah, right. Like who?" quizzed Jamie thinking she was pulling
    his chain again.
    	"They have quite a few I think. Let's see, hmmmm, Aaron Carter,
    Joel Haley Oslet, Zac Hanson, Justin Berfield, and Billy Gilman for
    starters."
    	Ian thought that would be really kewl, but Timmy thought that
    honor should be reserved for a real diaper boy instead of a wannabe
    just trying to cash in on their looks like the ones she mentioned.
    Christine further intrigued them by saying that she knows for a fact
    that one of the boys she mentioned really does wear diapers according
    to his agent.
    	"OK enough talk about that," she stated and got back to the
    business of stripping the eleven year old out of his clothes. First
    came off the Scooby Doo T-shirt.
    	Christine commented, "I bet you got matching panties just like
    Timmy", as she giggled. After all a Scooby Doo T-shirt could only mean
    underpants to match. Then she removed his blue tennis shoes and blue
    baggy windpants. She didn't look up to verify his underpants as she
    worked them off but she was totally surprised when her eyes finally
    focussed in that direction. The black haired wild child was wearing
    panties alright, but they were plastic panties.
    	"Oh you are too precious," she stated, as she cupped her hands
    over her mouth.
    	"ALL RIGHT, IAN!" yelled Timmy with delight.
    	"Well lets get your baby pants off and see what we have
    underneath," she stated. "It's a disposable diaper!!!" she exclaimed.
    	She then noticed it was a Pamper. "See now here is a boy that
    wears the best underwear out there", stated Christine as she looked in
    the other boys' direction. Then Christine further applauded the fact
    that Ian's pamper was wet. In fact it was very wet. A 51 pound boys'
    versus a Pampers Size 6. The diaper will lose that battle everytime in
    a double wetting which was the case here. It was a good thing Ian had
    on plastic pants for extra protection.
    	Christine then told Jamie to fetch her the baby wipes from the
    shelf as she prepared to do a complete diapering job on their young
    friend. She asked Timmy to hold onto Ian's baby pants. While no one was
    looking the ten year old raised them to his face and took in a whiff of
    his friends sweet smelling pee pee. She then removed the heavy pamper
    and handed it to Jamie. Now completely naked, she took the moist baby
    wipe and cleaned Ian's frontal region and rainmaker. Ian thought this
    was even better than his own mom's diaperings at home. To make sure she
    did a thorough job she had Ian roll over on his tummy and expose his
    rear end upwards. Jamie was busy inspecting the damage that Ian had put
    on the Pamper. The wetness was well over half way up the backside
    before the yellowing stopped. Timmy got his attention by tapping him on
    the arm so that he wouldn't miss a thing. Although they had seen Ian
    get changed more than once, his butt was not in plain view as this
    occurrence. The eleven year old's fanny jiggled as she rubbed it
    thoroughly with the baby wipe. Ian looked great in diapers and now they
    saw the reason because his lower back jutted in giving him the ultimate
    tight bubble but look.
    	Then Christine discarded the wipe for a new one and separated his
    tight little cheeks to get at those hard-to-get-at places, and just
    like that it was done. Ian was then rolled onto his back and the bigger
    diaper was inserted into place. With a few tugs here and there the
    diaper was then taped shut on the very cute diaper boy named Ian.
    Christine was now ready to turn her little whitetails over to the
    camera man. They were very excited little boys as they went to greet
    their parents first.

    Part 3C

    	Ian, Jamie, and Timmy were greeted by their parents with outright
    delight. They had not seen their boys quite this cute since their
    toddler days. Ian's mom got down on her knees and spread her arms wide
    open as the dark haired youngster ran over to fill the void. After a
    tight hug and kiss by his mom her other maternal instincts kicked in as
    she turned him in every direction so she could look him over from every
    angle. The eleven year old was almost dizzy by the time she had
    satisfied her curiosity. She just couldn't make up her mind whether he
    looked cuter in front with the pronounced Harry Potter tape strip that
    held two large white tapes or from the side where the diaper formed a
    bikini cut look that had leg gathers where the diaper met those
    preciously cute boy thighs. Maybe it was from behind where the diaper
    covered the most area. His already bubble butt was now even thicker
    than before. Unlike the ultra thins in his usual baby diapers these
    were easily three times thicker. A thin baby blue paper like strip at
    the top of the back of Ian's diaper separated the thick white color of
    his diaper from the skin on his lower back. Unbelievably her boy was
    still dry as she had to prod her fingers along the smooth plastic
    backing for a quick check. Christine got tickled at the sight and told
    his mom that when those diapers get wet they look wet and she wouldn't
    have to rely so much on the sense of feel. While inspecting her son
    further from the rear, he quickly turned his head and said,
    "Mommmm!!!", quit you're embarrassing me. His big brown eyes were just
    glistening at her and she stopped her touching. Jamie and Timmy weren't
    getting the once over that their little friend was getting. Instead
    Jamie was clutched tightly by his dad's left arm while the younger
    Timmy was in his right. They kept asking him what he thought and he
    replied that they never looked cuter. Then he let go of his grip and
    playfully started tickling the ten year old. I was quick to warn him
    that tickling young boys can cause them to wet themselves. The twelve
    year old Jamie reminded me that they were in diapers, but I had to
    remind him that there was a time to be wet and a time to stay dry and
    that this was one of those times.
    	"You mean, we ain't going to get to pee pee our dipes like we saw
    in the ads?" quizzed a disappointed Timmy. Christine came to my aid and
    explained it to them in diaper-boy language.
    	"Well, you three guys want to be stars--RIGHT?" They all shook
    their heads yes. "Have you ever seen the Pull-Ups commercials where the
    kids keep their stars."
    	Ian chimed in and said, "we hate those kind of stars cause they
    ain't no fun."
    	"I know, dear, but if you stay dry you may be our TV ad stars. We
    plan on letting you wet and then take your pics but we need dry boys
    first, OK?" she added.
    	They understood what she was saying and agreed that it was a
    small price to pay. Christine then broke up the group by saying, "let's
    get them to the photographer before we lose any stars in the process."
    	The photographer met them and asked them if they did any acting
    in school. All three boys liked doing plays at elementary school. Jamie
    and Timmy were naturals like their dad, but Ian was a little more shy.
    While they were all together though, Ian was able to relax and be his
    natural hyper self. The boys liked the idea that this one chance at
    acting might be seen by more people than their daddy. Boy would he be
    jealous if they were chosen to be in diaper ads.
    	"Christine said we are going to be stars," Timmy blurted out.
    	"Maybe," replied the photographer. "Who knows, maybe all three of
    you will have your stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame." They were
    excited.
    	The man then opened a box and handed them some plastic fake
    swords and big hats that almost swallowed their tiny heads with fluffy
    plumes of feathers extending from them. Timmy and Ian immediately
    started a sword fight, while the man pulled out three pairs of black
    boots with silver buckles that would reach near their knees. They were
    accurately sized since they already know the size of the boys from
    their previous application. Then they were fitted with jackets that
    made them look like little Cavaliers. The brothers were fitted with red
    ones and Timmy got to wear a blue one. These jackets were tailor-made
    and intentionally left short so that their diapers would remain fully
    exposed for the cameras. Just the slightest movement of their arms as
    they drew their swords caused three belly buttons to shine. Jamie was
    the last boy to get outfitted. All that was left now was refocusing the
    other two's attention on the task at hand.
    	The boys were then put on a stage that looked like it came from
    any school play. Pictures were then taken in random fire as the boys
    were left to just act like little boys and play fight with each other.
    Video was also captured. The last shoot was that of all three boys arm
    in arm with Ian in the middle to make the color scheme work best. All
    three swords were raised high in the air as if they were defying their
    enemies. While they held those poses the cameras stopped. Then
    Christine came in and placed underpants on the tips of each of the boys
    swords. Regular white boys underpants were now hanging limply from the
    brothers' swords, while a pair of cartoon boxer shorts graced Ian's.
    Christine then came over to the side just out of camera's view and told
    the boys to announce proudly, "We defy underwear!!!!!!!!" Soon three
    prepubescent boys were protesting, "WE DEFY UNDERWEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!" and
    immediately all of them broke down with a hard laughter that ended the
    dry session with the producer yelling, "CUT!!!"
    	Christine then came over to her Musketeers and informed them that
    they had worked very hard and were now due a break. Jamie was ready to
    do another shoot. For someone that had supposedly worked very hard he
    didn't feel tired. It didn't seem any more like work than loading the
    dishwasher at home dressed only in his cute diapers. Christine then
    clarified that it was more like an intermission between them being dry
    and wet.
    	"You mean we FINALLY get to wet our DIPES", asked a intrigued
    Ian. The older woman confirmed that it was time for their diaper
    change. Jimmy was really puzzled. The only time a dry diaper was
    removed from his plump little fanny was when his dad gave him and his
    older brother a bath together. Like his brother, he wasn't thinking he
    had worked hard enough to get all dirty and sweaty. Before the words
    hit Jimmy's tongue, Ian asked "Are we going to get a bath now?"
    	"No, silly, I have to change you guys into some wet diapers."
    	"HUH????" asked Jamie. This just seemed so opposite to the boys.
    It sure didn't make any sense to get changed out of a perfectly dry
    diaper into a wet one without having all the warm and exciting feelings
    that naturally occur when you actually make wee wee in your diaper.
    Walking back to the changing room seemed to be a waste of valuable time
    since they all had the ability to make their diapers wet on their own.
    Christine told them to knock it off with all the questions and just
    keep walking. Before the last boy in line was given those instructions
    he decided to take matters into his own rainmaker. The dark-haired Ian
    had stopped cold in his tracks in the middle of the aisle. The eleven
    year old was already about to pee and now he was looking down at the
    front of his DIPE like a fascinated four year old as the first squirts
    of fresh warm pee invaded his thirsty diaper. The wet spot appeared
    after about a two second delay and began to spread. It was not a big
    spot at first as it continued to expand slowly. Then another gush that
    was a little longer and powerful was released and the spot grew bigger
    as he felt some trickle down towards his marbles. That sensation caused
    his muscles to freely give in and now he was peeing like any other boy
    his age. Only difference was he wasn't making a splashing sound with
    his pee pee hitting water a few feet away. Instead a steady hissing
    sound was muffled through a thick diaper that was easily containing the
    flood within it's plastic outer shell of the disposable. Jamie looked
    back and told Christine that they needed to wait up for Ian.
    	"Why is he dragging behind?", she asked.
    	"Give you one guess!!", announced Timmy.
    	"BOYS! BOYS!! BOYS! What is it about boys that makes them think
    that going wee wee in their pants is the greatest thing on Earth?" the
    blonde bombshell asked as she turned around and motioned for Ian to
    catch up. The dark haired youngster broke into a run as he hurried to
    catch up to the group.
    	"Ian, honey, you weren't supposed to do that just yet," she told
    him as she looked down and saw that he was indeed a very wet boy. The
    kids and Christine arrived back to the changing room moments later.
    Christine knew that changing three boys was going to take a little time
    so she decided to do them like an assembly line. While the boys were
    told to sit on a bench, she opened a fresh package of DIPES and spread
    three out on the changing pad as she turned it 90 degrees to
    accommodate her plans. Then she filled a beaker up with saline solution
    and proceeded to warm it up on a heater that wouldn't cause the boys to
    go into shock. Christine's plan was about to be met with a dilemma. As
    Jamie's and Timmy's bladders were under some pressure, the blonde young
    woman couldn't seem to find what she was looking for. She couldn't find
    the coloring tablets that would give the water she was warming a
    yellowish tint. Little did she know that earlier while she was
    diapering Ian that Jamie had picked them up and had flicked them at his
    younger brother. Now there was no telling where they had rolled off.
    When Jamie confessed to his crime Christine told them that she guessed
    they would have to go with the back up plan.
    	"What's that?" quizzed Timmy.
    	"Looks like you guys will have to do it manually."
    	"HUH?" asked Jamie.
    	"Just make pee pee in your diapers like Ian," she instructed. The
    brothers thought she would never ask as they could almost feel the
    relief coming. Like Ian, the boys stood up and began to take aim. While
    Christine gathered up the diapers that were going to not have any use
    at this time, the brothers let loose at almost the same time. Many of
    times the boys would see who could wet first. Kind of like the game you
    play as a kid when you pretend to be a cowboy and see who is the
    quickest at drawing their guns. Of course you need a referee and Ian
    just got into position to make the call out of pure instinct. This was
    one diaper game where the watching was equally as fun as the
    participants. According to Ian, the younger Timmy was the first to pee
    into his diaper.
    	Later, Jamie protested and Ian admitted it was close but the
    younger kid was declared the fair winner. As the pee pee filled the
    brothers diapers a sigh of relief emitted form each youngster's ruby
    red lips. Although Timmy was the first to break water, the older Jamie
    peed just a little longer. The wetness in the seat of Timmy's diaper
    was barely wicking up the back. Ian's was quite noticeable and Jamie's
    was more soggy than both of the younger kids. Christine finished her
    cleanup and asked if the boys were ready to take care of their wetting.
    Ian informed her that waiting for either of his friend's to make wee
    wee was like asking a fat kid if they could manage to eat another piece
    of cake. Now it was up to Christine to inspect the damage that boy had
    done to his DIPE.
    	She liked the way Timmy's diaper looked. It had that distinct
    wet/dry line one quarter up the back and was slightly separated in the
    crotch area. She couldn't have done better with the scientific fake pee
    that she had failed to prepare. Ian's had a very nice wet look to it.
    Since he was wetter longer the diaper had that more sunken in look in
    front. The back had a nice moon shape to it where he sat down on the
    bench and pressed his butt cheeks down onto the wet diaper. She pulled
    back on it so it wouldn't look as flat. Ian loved the feeling of the
    young woman tugging and prodding the back of his diaper. It made him
    giggle. Jamie's diaper was just not too her liking. It was wicked with
    pee pee half way up the back.
    	While it was nice to be able to see that the boys diaper was wet,
    the company didn't want them to appear that they might leak. She
    likewise prodded her next victim all around but still couldn't get it
    to look satisfactory. Christine instructed the boys to remain standing
    while she went to see if they had any spare tablets of yellow coloring.
    Once Jamie saw that a new diaper was inevitable he pointed to a tablet
    that had rolled into the corner. Christine then put the tablet into the
    beaker of warm saline solution and it was now just a matter of it
    dissolving.
    	A fresh DIPE was prepared. Jamie soon found his twelve year old
    rear end gracing Harry Potter's face and the woman quickly ripped open
    his diaper. Unlike their dad that gave long nurturing diaper changes
    full of kisses, Christine was ripping open tapes, removing the diaper,
    and replacing the new one and refastening the tapes as if she was a pit
    crew member for the Indy 500. It sure felt weird having a pre-soaked
    diaper pulled up between Jamie's tender legs. A few quick measurements
    and thorough diaper inspection and it was now time to get back to work.
    	Jamie felt as if he had been ripped off. He knew that while his
    diaper was wet that his two buddies had the real thing in their
    diapers. The hint of the perfume mixing with their boy pee made him
    jealous. Back at the shoot they were asked to do exactly the same set
    ups as before. They had their playful sword fights as the cameras
    rolled and photos were taken in rapid fire succession. The final pose
    was that of all three of them mooning the camera man with their
    diapered butts. This signified "The End" to the movie clip. It also
    served a good magazine release where on one side they were proudly
    announcing that they defied underpants. On the other side it was to
    read "To the End." Since diapers are supposed to feel uncomfortable,
    this would look very good if the boys looked very happy about their wet
    condition. The public was going to be led to believe that they couldn't
    even tell they were wet, though the truth was which of the boys were
    wet and they were all enjoying that feeling much better than a dry
    DIPE.
    	Their tryout was now over. They greeted their parents and each
    one had two sample packs of DIPES to carry out with them. While the
    shoot had been a lot of fun the boys could hardly wait to get back home
    and get diapered like big baby boys. Ian's mom asked her son if he
    wanted to go to McDonald's to eat. Ian didn't want to go. He was
    wanting to go straight home so he could show off his diapers to his
    loving momma. The brothers dad suggested that they could all go to
    McDonalds.
    	"How would you guys like to play in the indoor playground today?"
    The kids eyes widened as they could imagine following each other
    through the tunnels with DIPES sticking out the tops of their shorts
    just like the little toddlers that usually played there. Timmy
    commented, "I wonder how many diapers go through those tubes each day?"
    	Jamie laughed and said, "maybe a hundred."
    	Ian stated, "But I bet we'll be the first with DIPES on our
    butts."

    Part 4- Danny

    	It was very late in the day as I looked through 36 applications.
    It was a hard decision. I knew that I was only limited to a few more
    interviews and I didn't want to pass up on the perfect boy without
    getting a firsthand look. To this point the first three interviews had
    yielded some very unique results.
    	Trip was an absolute knockout from a looks standpoint. He was the
    perfect age of eleven and had beautiful blonde hair that most any girl
    would envy. The only knock against him was he looked a little shy and
    our product was one that had to be delivered with full confidence.
    	Nicky had the perfect demeanor in that area. He had the
    confidence that gave you the impression that he could walk out in the
    street with just a DIPE on and dare someone to say anything. While
    Nicky was a big-time cutie, he just looked a little too tough. His
    Massachusetts accent limited him to just being a photo boy if selected.
    	The last three boys were something else. They were cute enough
    and confident, but the knock on them was that they didn't follow
    directions and almost drove Christine crazy. Like Nicky before them,
    their Texas drawl would limit them strictly to photos. I really had not
    taken into account the significance of the audio qualities.
    	I had been more preoccupied with finding the most adorable boy
    out there visually that had the confidence that wearing diapers was the
    most normal thing for any kid no matter what the reason. Now that I was
    more aware of the audio part, I had no choice but to be very careful
    about considering any boy that hailed from the deep South or had a New
    England, or New York/Jersey tone in his voice. I had six possible
    California candidates, five from other western states and eight from
    the Midwest. On paper the boy that looked the best was from Alabama but
    I just knew I would be faced with the same dilemma as the previous two
    candidates so I passed.
    	The boy that really caught my attention the most was a kid named
    Danny. He was nine years old. Nothing spectacular jumped out about his
    looks on paper. Brown hair, brown eyes and average build that leaned
    slightly to the pudgy side. Being that he lived in Idaho, I felt that
    his speech would be safe. He made good grades, so following directions
    might be fine. The thing that really stood out to me was he wore
    diapers fulltime and the reason listed was he simply loved them. My
    eyebrows raised as I added up the situation. He goes to public school
    and he wears diapers fulltime. YEAH RIGHT. I guess it was to be
    expected that someone would submit a false application.
    	I moved on to the California boys as I tossed Danny's application
    out of the way. The only one of them that was a fulltime diaper wearer
    was homeschooled. I just wasn't impressed with any of them and I found
    myself staring at Danny's application. The thought hit my mind. "If
    this boy wears diapers to school simply because he loves them, he has
    to bleed confidence." No picture was submitted either, raised my
    curiosity. He sounded like as average as they get in looks, but then
    again, maybe this wasn't such a bad thing. After all, we were trying to
    capture the average boy that needs bigger diapers. Just because he had
    average looks on paper didn't mean he wouldn't be cute. I decided that
    I better call this family before I look any harder.
    	The phone rang and a young girl of about twelve answered. I asked
    if her mom was there and she asked me who was calling instead. I
    informed her that I was the advertising director for DIPES and I was
    calling to ask her mom a few questions about Danny. She said that her
    mom wasn't home but started saying "Danny will be so excited" over and
    over. To me it sounded like she was the one who was excited. I even
    heard her yell, "Hey Danny, Guess What!!" I laughed to myself as she
    carried on. You would have thought Ed McMahon had called in behalf of
    Publisher's Clearinghouse. I then asked her to take a message and write
    down my number and have her mom call me back. She then volunteered to
    tell me everything I needed to know about Danny but I opted to wait for
    her mom to call me.
    The next day his mom called. I told her I was the advertising director
    for DIPES and we were considering Danny, but I needed some
    clarification on some items on his resume. I asked her if Danny liked
    school. "Oh yes", she replied.
    	"So he goes to public school there?"
    	"Oh yes," she said.
    	"Now, it says here that he wears diapers fulltime. Is that
    correct?"
    	"I'm afraid so," she revealed.
    	"So, are you telling me that Danny even wears them to school?" I
    quizzed.
    	"I'm afraid so," was her answer to that one, too. I couldn't
    believe what I had just heard. Danny's mom had just verified what I
    thought was simply too good to be true.
    	Now that I was intrigued, I just had to hear the story behind
    Danny. His mom started by telling me that he was the youngest child and
    had two older sisters. Their potty training was very typical and fairly
    easy. Danny, on the other hand, was a mom's worst nightmare when it
    came to giving up his diapers. She had tried when he was three but he
    was as stubborn as they come. "We would take them away and he cry and
    cry and cry. This was usually shortly followed by an accident in his
    undies."
    	She decided to give it a few more months but it was still the
    same. "We tried everything. Big boy undies, Cheerios in the potty, you
    name it. As kindergarten neared I was about to panic. My mom suggested
    putting several pairs of undies on him and throw away all the diapers
    'til he got the hang of it. Danny did settle down some as far as the
    crying and pleading for diapers, but he refused to sit on the potty and
    he just did whatever whenever in his thick layers of undies. We even
    let him go around for long periods with stinky pants hoping that he
    wouldn't like the feeling, but he would go on without a care in the
    world."
    	I then said, "Wow that must have been a lot of work on you."
    	"Well luckily, his sisters help me out with that and change him
    now," she admitted.
    	"Are they OK with diapering him?" I asked.
    	"They actually like having a real baby brother so I just shake my
    head," she admitted.
    	"So, what does the school think about Danny wearing diapers?" I
    just had to ask.
    	"Well at first we just explained that he had a damaged nerve and
    was incontinent, plus he never goes stinky in them at school.
    	"Does he get teased about wearing diapers?" I asked.
    	"Sometimes, but the teachers try to keep an eye on him when those
    situations arise. Most of his friends just accept that he has to wear
    diapers, so to them they would think it strange if he showed up wearing
    undies under his clothes," she commented.
    	"Lately he has started drawing cute pictures of boys in diapers,"
    she added.
    	"You're kidding!" I commented. I had already heard all I needed
    to know about Danny. It was very evident that this was possibly the
    most hardcore diaper-boy in the country. All I could do now was hope
    that he was cute.
    	One week passed and Danny's family came knocking at the door. I
    was only expecting our little diaper boy and his mom but his sisters
    came along to provide moral support. The interview part was basically
    skipped since I had already heard his life story. I just asked Danny a
    few unimportant questions just to get him used to talking. To my
    surprise, Danny came off as rather shy and a bit timid. Every time I
    would ask him a question his sister Cindy wanted to answer.
    	"I hear you are quite the little artist," was one of the
    questions. I was surprised that he revealed that he was also keeping a
    diary. It was apparent that Danny was a very sweet and sensitive child.
    He was very lucky to live in a family that cultivated his softer side
    rather than prohibiting it.
    	"Do you play Little League?" I asked.
    	"No, I really don't like sports much," he said.
    	"So what do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked.
    	"I dunno, maybe a doctor or something that involves diapers," he
    said. I suggested that maybe he could become a pediatrician and have
    the best of both worlds. Danny was incredibly smart for his age. He
    knew the definition of pediatrician and cracked a funny quip that gave
    me a good look into his wonderful personality.
    	"YEAH that would be so cool if a mom came to see me about her 3
    year old son still being in diapers and wondering if something was
    wrong."
    	"Oh yeah? What would Dr. Danny prescribe?" I quizzed.
    	"Buy two jumbo packs of Huggies and call me when he goes through
    them."
    	"OK, when he uses up the Huggies, then what?", I asked. Danny
    said he would advise three jumbo packs of Luvs and call me when they
    are full. I had to dare ask, "what then?"
    	"Buy four mega size count Pampers size 6 and call me when they
    are used."
    	I could detect a trend here so I had to amuse myself as all the
    women in this sweet boy's life were laughing as well.
    	"OK it's like this---I'd tell her that her boy needs to wear
    diapers until he says stop."
    	"OK serious question now Danny--When are you going to say STOP?"
    	"NEVER! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
    	His mom then said, "Do you understand now what we hear in Danny?"
    	I admitted that I had a very good idea. Not only did we have a
    big-time diaper-boy before us, but he was a real cutie as well. In
    fact, a close resemblance of Alex D. Linz, just with glasses. Of course
    Danny's glasses could be removed easily enough. Then again maybe we
    wouldn't want to remove them. The glasses gave him that Harry Potter
    look. Very ironic that of all the boys we had viewed to this point,
    Danny held an eerie resemblance to the boy that has become unbelievably
    popular to boys his age and older. In fact DIPES was hoping to cash in
    on the Harry Potter theme by having him and his magical world on the
    tape strip of their babyishly designed diapers that would soon be
    available in big kid sizes.
    	Danny's hair was more of a lighter brown than dark brown. When
    you got right down to thinking about it the boy that played Harry
    Potter wasn't exactly your typical boy model and he was as loved as any
    child superstar of our time. Another neat thing about Danny's looks was
    his clothes. Not exactly typical of today's young boys. He was wearing
    baby blue shorts that almost fully exposed his thighs. The legs were
    loose. They looked like they were even designed to fit over an older
    boy's diapers while giving him that four-year-old look. The neatest
    thing about these cute shorts was it exposed his diapers. I could tell
    that he was wearing plastic pants since they were clearly visible
    through the legholes.
    	Danny sat there slumping down in his chair with his legs spread
    wide apart. His shorts also gave a big diaper bulge look. Anyone could
    tell that this boy was obviously diapered. My guess was he was wearing
    several pinned together. He also was wearing a dark blue casual shirt
    that wasn't tucked in. It only came down just below the top of his
    shorts. No doubt when Danny bent over you could get a good look at his
    diapers in back that couldn't possibly be confined within his shorts.
    Brown sandals exposed the cutest little boy feet you could imagine. His
    skin had a medium color.
    	It was now time to take our young star to see Christine. His
    sisters wanted to accompany him to the changing room and were
    permitted. They wanted to diaper their baby brother but Christine made
    them sit and observe. She had him lay on the blue changing pad. Danny's
    shirt and sandals were the first articles to be removed. The girls
    watched in giddy excitement as the young lady inserted her fingers
    inside Danny's waistband to remove his shorts.
    	"Oh you are adorable!" she commented upon discovering that Danny
    was wearing good old-fashioned cloth diapers covered by plastic pants.
    On her other diaperings, Christine had discovered underwear and diapers
    of every style but this was clearly her favorite outside the baby DIPES
    about to grace the little star's fanny.
    	"Uh oh, looks like Danny gone pee pee in him dipee," in baby-talk
    fitting to what the average two year old might expect. Young Danny's
    plastic pants had that yellowish color that was adhered to the wet
    diapers beneath. His sister's giggled because they loved talking baby
    to Danny as well. This kid really ate it up, too. His grin was so wide
    he was about to bust a cheek. His plastic pants were removed and his
    diaper was quite wet. It was a good thing that five Birdseye diapers
    had been installed under Cindy's brother's butt by her. He had double
    wetted in his pants and the large coke at McDonald's didn't help any.
    Danny's pudgy little tummy made him look just like a wiggly toddler
    boy. His blue teddy bear diaper pins were removed and the wad of soaked
    sweet smelling cloth was slid out from beneath his rear. Then Christine
    lovingly took the Huggies baby wipes and cleaned the incredibly cute
    boy as if she was her own natural son. Danny's older sisters giggled
    with delight. Any other boy his age might have been mortified at the
    happenings but Danny was loving and savoring every aspect.
    	Then Christine reached into the pack of open diapers and pulled
    out a DIPE. This was the biggest yet babyish looking diaper Danny and
    his sisters had ever seen. She tantalized the youngster by waiving it
    slowly in front of him as she continued the baby talk.
    	"Does widdle boy want a fresh diaper?" Danny could smell the
    perfume and shook his head with short quick snaps of approval.
    	"Now you can be a Harry Potty pants boy!", Danny's oldest sister
    exclaimed, causing all the girls to giggle, including the gorgeous
    Christine. The diaper was unfolded and spread out. All it needed now
    was a cute boy's fanny to invade the comfy confines. Danny obliged and
    Christine pulled the sides and taped them to the main body of the
    diaper along the Harry Potter tape strip.
    	It had been a couple of years since Danny had experienced a
    genuine baby disposable diaper and he was now in heaven. The last time
    had occurred when he was almost seven on a long car trip and it wasn't
    as big as it should have been. Christine took the fitting measurements
    and declared him ready to shoot. She instructed him to stay dry until
    it was over. Cindy chimed in and said, "Yeah Danny don't be a pissy
    boy!" her older sister told her to not say that word or she would tell
    mom on her.
    	Danny was taken out to visit us briefly before moving on. His mom
    hugged him and told him that he was absolutely precious. She rubbed her
    hand over the plastic baby diaper backing. While caressing the form of
    her only son's diaper covered butt, she said that she thought they
    would have the cloth-like feel of the baby diapers on the market today.
    I explained that the reason was that kids her son's age never wore that
    kind and that they want their diapers to be an exact duplication of the
    baby diapers that they wore as a rule. Danny just loved the crinkle
    sound of his kid-sized Pampers. His mom said, "I guess we'll end up
    going broke buying DIPES if he loves them better than his cloth
    diapers." I told her that the good news was he was guaranteed a
    lifetime supply for being a candidate. She informed me that we would be
    the one's going broke cause Danny could sure use them up fast.
    	Danny was very excited when they broke out a BMX bike.
    	"Is this for me?", he shouted. That was confirmed but Danny was
    told that they needed to take some pics of him and the bike first.
    Danny was given a blue long-sleeved lycra top with red and white
    wording. The kid asked, "Is this it?" Then he was handed a helmet but
    was instructed to not put it on and to just hold it to his side. Then
    he was told to suck in his tummy and smile and the flash went off and
    the sound of, "GREAT! Let's take another" invaded his ears before he
    knew what was happening.
    	It then occurred to Danny that they were taking pictures of him
    in an exposed DIPE and he then got tickled. This was better than the
    dream he imagined of being selected to be a diaper model. Then he was
    instructed to mount the bike and ride it around a natural background as
    the movie cameras rolled. After that part was over Danny was instructed
    to read off a cue as he stood there assuming his first pose. "SOMETIMES
    WHEN YOU ARE IN COMPETITIVE BIKE RIDING YOU CAN'T MAKE A NEEDED PIT
    STOP."
    	Everyone was highly impressed with Diaper Danny and now it was
    time to go back and get him in a wet diaper. Christine demanded that he
    make a real potty stop and Danny was complying to everyone's wishes. It
    seemed so unfair to not be allowed to pee in his very first disposable
    baby diaper in years but he figured there would be another chance.
    	After coming out of the hated bathroom Christine laid him down on
    a diaper that contained warm yellowish food coloring. He was taped up
    and his sisters teased him for peeing in his diaper though that was
    hardly the case this time. Back at the photo shoot the kid was put
    through the exact same scenarios. the only difference was he was
    wearing what looked like a wet diaper. The kid's hair was wetted with
    plain water so that it appeared that he had been sweating from all the
    bike riding. At the end he got to read the final part to his cue. As
    the brown haired cute youngster smiled exposing brilliantly white
    teeth, he read, "BUT WHEN YOU ARE IN THE WINNER'S CIRCLE, NO ONE LOOKS
    DOWN TO NOTICE HOW YOU DID IT, AND I'M NOT TELLING, EITHER."
    	With that everything was complete. Danny had been a huge success.
    It was now back to Idaho to await the call to fame. As the family
    boarded the plane Danny experienced his first pee pee in his brand new
    DIPE. He could hardly wait to sit down and enjoy the feeling. He
    noticed a diapered 3 year old in front of them. He wondered if that kid
    really wore undies but was protected only for the plane. This 9 year
    old smiled because he knew that the plane trip was not the end of his
    diapers. Only a BRAND new beginning.

    Part 5

    	It was a hard choice, but the winner of the diaper modeling
    candidates turned out to be Danny. He just came off as the most natural
    boy to wear exposed babyish diapers on our national advertising
    campaign. The staff could really tell that he loved wearing diapers
    from the way his eyes lit up. The camera had verified our own instincts
    about this special little boy from Idaho.
    	To make sure that Dipes got out on the right foot or should I say
    cheek, the parent company Pampers had allowed us to ink a celebrity boy
    to go along with our All-American Diaper Boy. Pampers decided to invest
    in the Dipes campaign full tilt. No longer the only choice of baby
    diapers, Pampers was now hoping to corner the bigger kid market and
    blow Goodnights off the map for good. The data that was gathered
    suggested that the average kid that needed diapers thought that baby
    diapers were far cuter than adult diapers, Molicares and Goodnights.
    	The first part of the business was to call up Danny's parents and
    let them know that he was the choice and that his family would be
    receiving all the perks that went with his winning. Danny's mom was
    overwhelmed that her son was going to be on TV and in magazines. She
    knew that Danny would be so excited he'd probably wet his pants. It was
    a good thing that he would be fully protected when he would receive the
    wonderful news. His sisters would probably go nuts as well when told
    about their little brother about to become a star. When I told her that
    the family would be furnished with a brand new one million dollar home
    in Beverly Hills she couldn't believe it. Dipes was going to require
    the family to move away from Idaho so that they would be on location
    for Danny's commercials. She and her husband would be given other
    financial support until they settled into new jobs in the Southern
    California area. All these years of changing a nine year old boy's
    diaper was about to pay off big time for the family of five.
    	While Danny's family prepared for the future, I had to move on
    and get into contact with the agent of the celebrity boy that we had
    selected to act with Danny. Haley-Joel Osment was our choice. He was
    the perfect age and his light brownish blonde hair and plump cheeks
    made him look like you wouldn't expect anything but a diaper to grace
    his tiny bottom. In fact Haley had not even done a live model for us,
    but we knew that he had a nice body to accentuate a Harry Potter
    cartooned diaper for kids his age. All we knew was that we had sent out
    several letters to the most pronounced child stars and his came back
    expressing a strong interest. We didn't know it, but Haley-Joel had
    even admitted to his agent that still wore diapers on occasion and
    wasn't the least bit ashamed to admit it. The child star even wore
    diapers during the filming of Star Wars and The Sixth Sense.
    	After dinner that night, Danny's mom explained the wonderful news
    with her husband and the kids. Danny started bouncing around like a
    rubber ball when he learned that he was the All-American Diaper Boy.
    His sisters wouldn't have been more excited if they were named Ms USA.
    Danny started running around the house screaming "YES" before his mom
    could get to the even more surprising news of the family moving to
    Beverly Hills. It was a no-brainer and within a couple of weeks the
    family was packed up and ready for a new chapter in their lives.
    	Upon arriving at their new residence the whole family was
    awestruck. It was bigger than they had imagined. Danny was the last to
    get out of the family car. The whole trip he had been sandwiched in
    between his two older sisters in the back seat. This was so that both
    of them could make equal fuss over their special little baby brother.
    Unlike his sisters who were attired in very short shorts for the
    southern California climate, the boy was dressed only in a blue striped
    casual shirt and an exposed diaper. He was diapered up thickly for the
    long car ride from Idaho. The nine year old's plastic pants really
    poofed out from the five cloth diapers pinned to his fanny. Fortunately
    for the family in their close confines he was only a wet boy. While the
    rest of the family had made potty breaks along the way, Danny had the
    option of doing it anywhere and at anytime. Twice he had peed in his
    diaper while his sisters had engaged him in a tickle war. Danny loved
    to instigate tickle wars, because he knew that his stronger, more savvy
    siblings would get the best of him and before it was all over his
    diaper would be getting warmed up in a fun way. Danny emerged from the
    car last just like the star he was about to become. His plastic pants
    had that look of adhering to a wet diaper underneath. They were
    slightly discolored as well. Then they were met by the real estate
    agent. Danny was somewhat shy about being seen in an exposed diaper in
    front of a total stranger that for all he knew was not connected to the
    DIPES people. When the lady exclaimed "Oh my God, that is the cutest
    little boy I have ever seen", the boy started hamming it up as if it
    was the most natural thing for a boy his age to be seen in a diaper.
    "Wow plastic pants, I hadn't seen them on a kid in years." Southern
    California seemed like the perfect place to be for a preteen baby like
    Danny. He could hardly wait to see his room. Unfortunately for Danny he
    had to wait until the whole house was demonstrated. He kept anxiously
    asking, "Where's my room?" Cindy came back with "Don't pee in your
    pants, Danny we'll see it." The quick minded boy said, "Too late on
    that one", which caused everyone to laugh. Then the lady opened the
    door to the best boy's room in the USA. The wall paper was done in
    Disney. His bed had protective rails, just like a crib. A changing
    table built to fit a teenager was right in front of the window. The
    carpet was also done in Harry Potter. He had surround sound and an
    entertainment center to die for. Then the lady told Danny's sisters to
    go downstairs for a moment. Then she instructed Danny to hop up on the
    changing table. His blood pulsed as he saw the underneath was stocked
    with more DIPES than he had ever seen in one place. OK dear now say "Uh
    oh, I'm wet" Danny did as she instructed. He could hear his sisters
    giggling downstairs and there running up the steps to their baby
    brother's room. "Did you hear?" the lady asked. "Yeah Danny apparently
    has gone pee pee in him dipee" in a babyish voice his older sister
    acknowledged. Now the lady had shown the family everything and it was
    now time for her to go. All that was left now was for the family to
    unpack their belongings. Danny wanted to be lazy and just enjoy his new
    room.