    "The Diaper Genie"

    NOTE: This story is not intended to have any reference to
    the Diaper Genie products made by Mondial Industries.

    Part One

    	I rolled over and hit the snooze button on my alarm
    clock for the third time in half an hour. Still asleep, I
    had to squint to make out the blurry numbers that read 8:00.
    One hour and forty minutes to get ready before I had to be
    on campus to take the final exam in my advanced tax class. I
    threw back my covers and rolled out of bed. "Oh man," I
    mumbled to myself. My sheets were all wet and so was the
    sleeper I was wearing. "I sure wish that for once my diaper
    wouldn't leak." I grabbed the sheets off the bed, took them
    to the laundry room and started the washer. Once that was
    taken care of I went back into my room to get out of my wet
    diaper so I could take a shower. This was now my normal
    morning routine since I began wetting the bed about a month
    ago. I am still amazed when I wake up in a wet diaper since
    I haven't wet the bed since I was 12. It took over a year to
    re-train my body so I could finally wet the bed again
    without waking up. Now I wet every night without fail and I
    sleep like a baby. Literally. I wish I had started doing
    this sooner because I love wearing my diapers. I have always
    wanted to wear them, but I was too afraid to try when I
    still lived with my parents because I thought they would
    find out. Up until now I had to settled for reading
    magazines at the library that had pictures of kids wearing
    diapers and imagined I was the one wearing them. I still
    like reading the magazines and I even subscribe to a few of
    them. Now that I have my own apartment I can have this type
    of material lying around and not have to worry about it. I
    also have the Internet now so I can find lots of pictures of
    people wearing diapers as well as cool stories about their
    diaper experiences. After finding out how many other have
    the same interest in diapers that I do, I decided to create
    my own personal web page. Now I spend most of my time siting
    at my computer while wearing diapers and playing on the
    Internet.
    	After taking my shower and eating some fruit loops I
    logged on to the Internet to check my e-mail and see if
    anyone new had signed the guest book on my web page. To my
    dismay there wasn't anything new. With this done I logged
    off and finished getting ready. Throwing my book bag over my
    shoulder, I shut the front door making sure it was locked
    before walking to my car. As usual the traffic around campus
    was a major pain and it took me forever to find a parking
    spot. I thought I was going to be late and miss the test
    just because I couldn't park. My professor locks the door
    when the test starts and doesn't allow anyone that is late
    to take it. Luckily a place opened up and I was able to get
    there with a few minutes to spare. I took a minute to
    quickly scan my notes one last time before he started
    handing the tests out. As much as I didn't want to take the
    test, I knew that when it was over I was done until next
    fall. As expected it turned out to be a bear and it took me
    the full two hours to finish it. Actually I had about five
    minutes to go back over the work I had already done.
    Surprisingly almost half of the class was still working when
    he called for the tests to be turned. That made me feel a
    little better. I just hope the final doesn't drag me down so
    that I lose my A. I tend to worry over things like this more
    than I need to. As I laid my test on the table on the way
    out the classroom I felt a great deal of tension being
    lifted from my shoulders. Once I walked through the door all
    thoughts of school were immediately wiped out of my mind.
    All I could think about was getting home to change into my
    swimsuit so I could go to the lake with my friends.
    	I tossed my mail down on the kitchen table as I hurried
    to my bedroom to get my beach stuff ready. My best friend
    Jeff should be calling any minute to see if I am ready. I
    have known Jeff since the second grade and he gets very
    impatient when people hold him up. I threw my towel and
    water shoes into a gym bag and made sure to pack my
    sunscreen. The last time we did this I came home looking
    like a lobster and I didn't want that to happen again. Just
    as I sat my bag by the front door so I wouldn't forget it
    the phone rang.
    	"Hey Dave," Jeff almost shouted into my ear. "Are you
    ready yet. You're holding up the party."
    	"Just get over here and pick me up already," I replied
    jokingly. "And don't forget to bring half your stuff like
    you usually do."
    	"Very funny," he said as he hung up the phone.
    	I went into the kitchen and made some sandwiches for
    later since we would be at the lake most of the day. I put
    the sandwiches and a twelve pack of Coke in my cooler and
    set it by my gym bag. I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen
    and waited for Jeff to show up. His arrival was marked by a
    long series of annoying door chimes that didn't stop until I
    opened to door.
    	"You break it you bought it," I said with some
    irritation.
    	"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Grab your stuff and let's go."
    	"How did your test go?" Jeff inquired as I placed my
    bag and the cooler of food in the bed of his Ford truck.
    	"That was the worst test I have ever taken," I
    exaggerated. "I probably did all right, but I sure don't
    feel that good about it."
    	As we backed out of the driveway I put Aerosmith in the
    CD player and cranked the volume about two thirds of the way
    up. I was in the mood for some nice loud rock to help drive
    any remaining thoughts of school out of my mind.
    Occasionally we turned the volume down to talk about the new
    events in our lives and what we were planning on doing for
    the summer. I had to finally turn it off when Jeff decided
    to give me a full run down on his relationship with his new
    girlfriend. He talked about her until we drove up to the
    beach twenty minutes later. As we drove through the parking
    lot we were looking for Mike's red Jeep and our own place to
    park. We're supposed to be meeting two other friends that
    should already be here. It didn't take very long to spot
    them, or actually hear them, because they were both sprawled
    out on towels next to Mike's jeep with the Beach Boys
    blasting from the speaker box that was behind the rear seat.
    Both Mike and Tom got up rather quickly as Jeff about ran
    them over pulling into the spot they had been tanning in.
    	"Nice tan you have there Mike," I snickered upon seeing
    the very apparent farmer tan he was sporting. He didn't
    think this was as funny as I did because he was trying to
    get a nice tan so women would notice him. He hadn't had a
    date in over a month and it was driving him crazy. Tom,
    however, also proceeded to give him a hard time about never
    being able to find a woman looking as bad as he did. Luckily
    we were all accustomed to each other's joking or Mike would
    have gotten pissed off. Since Mike and Tom also went to the
    same schools I did growing we have all known each other most
    of our lives. We have all been friends for so long that we
    are more like brothers. After laughing off our comments Mike
    led us down to the dock where his parents boat was stored.
    	"Hey Mike, I sure am glad your parents trust you enough
    to take us out in their boat," Tom commented.
    	"They would rather have us doing this that getting into
    trouble somewhere," Mike responded.
    	"I am still glad they let us do it. My parents would
    never let me do anything like this." It had taken him three
    days of constant persuading just to convince them to let him
    go on this trip with us.
    	"Okay," Mike commanded as we reached the boat, "I need
    someone to help me untie these ropes and then keep the boat
    from floating away from the dock."
    	I placed my cooler and gym bag in one of the seats and
    began untying the ropes from the front of the boat. We
    finished getting the boat ready, pushed it away from the
    dock and fired up the engine. As soon as we were clear of
    the no wake zone Mike opened up the throttle all the way and
    we sped of towards the other side of the lake. It was a
    little choppy and I could see Jeff fighting to hold on to
    the railing next to me so he wouldn't get thrown around. We
    finally found a nice sandy beach that wasn't too crowded and
    decided to camp there for the day. We unloaded our stuff
    onto a couple of large pieces of plastic we brought with us
    to keep the sand from sticking to it. By the time we had all
    of the chairs and stuff set up it was almost one and we were
    all getting hungry. Tom took the liberty of lighting the
    portable grill he had brought and offered us all hotdogs.
    	"I brought plenty for everyone so you had better help
    me eat them," He warned.
    	"I guess I'll have a couple," I said. "We can eat the
    sandwiches I brought later."
    	After filling up on hot dogs and Coke we broke out the
    Frisbee and tossed it around for a while. It wasn't long
    before we were tired of this and wanted to go water skiing.
    We jumped back in the boat and headed towards the middle of
    the lake. We all took turns skiing before breaking out the
    inner tube. This was the most fun because two people could
    do it at once. It was extremely hard to hold on though, and
    I was unlucky enough to wipe out hard enough once that I now
    had an extremely sore neck and back. When we made it back to
    shore we were all tired enough that we each took a lawn
    chair and laid down for a nice relaxing nap in the sun.
    	It was an hour later before Tom was badgering us to go
    for another round of skiing. Finally, Mike conceded and was
    ready to take the boat out again.
    	"I think I am going to stay behind this trip," I told
    them. "My back is killing me from the last time."
    	"Okay, we'll be back in a few then," Mike said as he
    pushed the boat away from the beach.
    	While they were gone I decided to take a nice relaxing
    stroll along the beach. It is always very calming to be
    barefoot in the sand and have it squish through my toes as I
    walk. I had only gone about a quarter of a mile before I
    really had to take a leak. I walked over to a couple of
    oversized bushes that I felt would conceal me and relieved
    myself. As I was standing there I noticed something was
    tucked down in the branches of one of the bushes. I snaked
    my hand into the bush until I could finally grasp the object
    and retrieve it. It was some kind of metal teapot or
    something. I noticed some strange markings on the side of it
    and thought it was some kind of collector piece. I tried to
    wipe away some of the sand so I could read it better. After
    about five seconds of rubbing on it the object it seemed to
    come to life. It started shaking until I couldn't hold it
    any longer and I dropped it. It fell to the ground with a
    thud. I figured I had broken it when smoke started coming
    out of it. As I started at it in bewilderment, the smoke
    started to form into a shape. As the smoke died down the
    object that was forming became clearer. "What the hell," I
    said to myself as I stared in utter amazement at what I was
    seeing. Standing, or rather floating in mid air before me
    was what appeared to be an ancient magician. He was huge. I
    figure he had to be at least seven feet tall and he looked
    like a sumo wrestler. I just stared at him in awe for a few
    more minutes, not saying anything. He didn't say anything
    either. Finally he broke the silence with a voice that was
    much more normal than I would have expected from someone so
    large.
    	"How may I serve you master?" was his first question.
    	"What do you mean how may you serve me?"
    	"I mean just that. You tell me what you want me to do
    and I'll do it."
    	"What, are you some sort of genie or something?"
    	"Yes, that is exactly what I am. You found me, so now
    you are my master. I will grant you three wishes for
    whatever you want."
    	"Anything?"
    	"Yes, anything. All you have to do is ask."
    	"This is unbelievable."
    	Just as I was getting extremely excited at the prospect
    of having my own genie I heard the rumble of a boat engine
    announcing that everyone was done skiing. The genie, also
    hearing it, immediately retreated back into the container it
    came from. Not wanting any of my friends to know what I
    found I quickly picked up the container and ran back to our
    campsite. I wrapped the genie in a spare towel I had and hid
    it in my gym bag. I zipped up the bag just as the boat
    pulled up into the sand and every one climbed over the
    railing.
    	"How was the skiing?" I inquired trying to pretend like
    nothing had happened. I was so nervous that my voice cracked
    a bit. Fortunately everyone was so worn out that they didn't
    notice how edgy I was.
    	"It is getting way too choppy," Tom offered. "I don't
    know if I have any teeth left."
    	"Yeah, and we spent most of the time circling around to
    pick you up after you did a face plant in the water," Jeff
    teased.
    	We all laughed at this as we prepared the rest of the
    food we had with us for a late lunch. Playing hard all day
    made everyone hungry. When we finished eating we sat around
    in the lawn chairs for a little while longer telling
    customer horror stories from work. We were all delivering
    pizzas while we were going to school so we often exchanged
    our experiences that were very entertaining. I was relieved
    when everyone was finally ready to pack up and call it a
    day. I really wanted to get home so I could talk to my genie
    again. We got everything back in the boat and drove back to
    the main dock. We secured his boat, made sure we had all of
    our stuff and walked to the parking lot. Of course everyone
    had to chat for another five minutes while standing around
    the cars which was driving me crazy. I really wanted to get
    going, but I tried to conceal my urgency. Finally, we all
    said goodbye and headed for home.

    Part Two

    	The phone was ringing when I opened the door to my
    apartment. I ran over and picked it up before my answering
    machine could.
    	"Hello," I said in a voice that gave away the
    excitement I was feeling.
    	"How are you doing, son?" I heard my father ask.
    	"Couldn't be better. Classes are over and I had a great
    day at the beach with all of my friends. What more can a guy
    ask for?"
    	"Good. How do your grades look? You aren't going to get
    any B's, are you?"
    	"Yeah. I always do. I hope I only get one though," I
    replied with an edge of irritation. He always asked me this
    same question. He seems to think that I should get nothing
    but A's all the time, even though I am working full time. I
    don't want to even imagine his response if I ever got a C.
    	"Keep up the good work. You only have one more year to
    go."
    	"Trust me, I know. I am going to be the happiest man
    alive when this is all over."
    	"So, are you going to come over for dinner tomorrow
    night?" he invited. "Your mom is going to make lasagna."
    	"Will do. It sure beats the peanut butter and jelly I
    was going to have," I laughed. I take advantage of every
    opportunity I have to eat real food. Sandwiches, cereal and
    pizza get kind of old after a while. Besides, I love
    lasagna.
    	"Okay then. I will see you tomorrow night around six."
    	"I will try and be early. Love ya."
    	"I love you too," he said as he hung up the phone.
    	I was relieved that he didn't want me to come over
    tonight. I wouldn't have been able to enjoy myself because
    all I can think about is the genie I have hidden in my gym
    bag. I could feel my pulse rising in anticipation as I
    retrieved the genie from the towel I had wrapped it in. I
    slowly started polishing on the container as I had earlier
    that day waiting for the genie to reappear. Thirty seconds
    later the lamp began shaking just like it had at the beach.
    Soon, the smoke cleared and I was able to see my genie
    hovering above my couch.
    	"Have you decided on your wishes, master?" the genie
    asked calmly.
    	"That is all I have been thinking about since we first
    met," I replied with a sigh. "I think I know what I want my
    first wish to be. This is going to seem a bit odd, but I
    wish that I was smaller and looked younger so I can feel
    more like a real toddler when I am wearing diapers."
    	The genie got a funny smirk on his face and I was
    unsure of the meaning behind it. "This is what you wish for
    then?"
    	"Yes, yes it is," I stated with gaining confidence
    about my decision.
    	"It will be so," he informed me and then added, "Do you
    want to make your second wish at this time?"
    	"No, I haven't thought of another wish yet."
    	"Very well. Just summon me when you are ready to make
    another wish."
    	"Wait," I almost shouted, "How long before my first
    wish is granted?"
    	"You will know when it happens," he replied as he
    seemed to be sucked back into the container.
    	"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I grumbled to
    myself.
    	Somewhat disappointed that I didn't get an
    instantaneous response to my wish, I decided I was tired
    from playing all day and proceeded to get ready for bed. I
    checked my e-mail one last time and again I had no new
    messages. This furthered my disappointment because I really
    enjoy getting mail. Oh well, there is always tomorrow, I
    sighed. I walked over to the cupboard next to my closet and
    grabbed three cloth diapers and laid them on the Winnie the
    Pooh blanket I had spread out in the middle of the floor. I
    also retrieved a pair of plastic pants, baby lotion, wipes
    and the baby powder. Placing the supplies next to the stack
    of diapers, I was beginning to feel aroused by the thought
    of putting my diaper on. I took the tee shirt and swimsuit I
    was wearing off and tossed them in the hamper that was in
    the corner of the room. I laid down on the blanket and began
    cleaning myself with the wipes. Then I poured a generous
    amount of lotion into my hands and began messaging my
    genitals. My erection was becoming more pronounced with the
    extra care I was taking to apply the lotion. I finished
    preparing myself by adding a dusting of baby powder. The
    combination of the smell of powder and lotion just added to
    the pleasure I was already feeling. I then lifted up my rear
    so I could slide the diapers under me. Taking care to make
    sure they are tight, I pulled the thick cloth material up
    between my legs and over my erection. With all three layers
    snugly fastened I stood up taking note of how good the thick
    diapers felt between my legs. I pulled on the plastic pants
    making sure the entire diaper was completely covered and
    then crawled into bed and curled up with my teddy bear.
    After getting comfortable, I placed one hand under the
    sheets and began rubbing the front of my diaper until I felt
    the spasmodic release of pleasure I had been working up to.
    As my body relaxed I rolled over on my side hugging my teddy
    bear once again and dosed off into a restful sleep.

    Part Three

    	I woke up the next morning without hearing the familiar
    sound of my alarm clock blaring. I felt extremely well
    rested and looked forward to relaxing in the sun again. I
    pulled my covers back and went to roll out of bed. As I
    pulled my legs around I hit my kneecap on something
    extremely hard sending a sharp pain through my entire leg.
    Groaning in pain I opened my eyes to see what I had hit. I
    was more than shocked at what I saw. There was a series of
    wooden spindles surrounding my bed. Upon further inspection,
    it appears that I am sleeping in a crib.
    	"I must be dreaming," I said to myself. "Is this some
    kind of joke?"
    	I was momentarily distracted from my strange
    surroundings by the pain in my leg. I turned my attention to
    gently rubbing the sore spot where I had hit the side of the
    crib. As I studied my leg I realized something else was not
    right. My legs are much smaller than I remember them being,
    and I mean much smaller. My hands also appeared abnormally
    small.
    	"What in the world is going on here?" I wondered. "I
    must be losing my mind."
    	Caught up in disbelief, I didn't hear anyone
    approaching the door to my room until the door swung open. I
    was so startled that I felt a warm trickle of pee flowing
    into the front of my diaper. I don't know how they got into
    my apartment, but I was more concerned with how to explain
    my current predicament. I looked up at the figure standing
    in the doorway and recognized that it was my mom, only she
    looked eighteen years younger.
    	"I see my little boy is already awake," she said in a
    motherly voice as she entered the room. "I bet you are in
    serious need of a diaper change, aren't you?"
    	I just sat there, unable to speak.
    	She lowered the side on the crib and reached in to pick
    me up. Holding me in her arms she ran her hand around the
    leg of my diaper. "You are soaking wet. Let's get you into a
    nice dry diaper. We don't want you to get a rash on your
    birthday, now do we?"
    	As she changed my wet diaper I tried to think about
    what was going on, but my mind was too fuzzy and I couldn't
    remember much of anything. I gazed around the room and
    realized this wasn't my bedroom in my apartment. I was
    becoming more confused by my present situation by the
    minute. The only thing I could seem to remember was the wish
    I had made before I went to sleep last night. That doesn't
    make any sense, I thought. This isn't what I wished for. I
    didn't have any other recollection of events prior to waking
    up in my crib and the few things I did remember seemed to
    slip further away the more I focused on them. By the time
    mom was done putting me in a crisp, clean diaper all
    memories of my prior past were lost to me forever. All that
    remained was the reality that I was now a seven-year-old boy
    who had never been potty trained and still had to wear
    diapers all of the time. On top of that, since I still wear
    diapers, my parents still treat me like a little toddler. I
    was lifted down from the changing table and I waited while
    mom went over to the closet and selected a white shirt with
    colorful trains printed all over it and a pair of OshKosh
    shortalls for me to wear for the day. She helped me get
    dressed and led me out to the kitchen for some breakfast.
    	"Hey, how is my seven-year-old boy?" my dad exclaimed
    as we entered the kitchen. "I made your favorite breakfast
    for your birthday, waffles with strawberry syrup."
    	Before I could think, I ran over to him and hugged him,
    "Oh, thank you daddy. I love you." I then gave him a big
    kiss and hugged him some more.
    	"Anything for my little guy. And I have another
    surprise for you when we finish breakfast."
    	I don't know what is going on, but I loved the
    attention my parents are giving me, even if they are
    treating me like a two-year-old. I still don't understand
    why I am seven or why they look so young. The only thing
    that comes to mind is my wish. I wanted to be little and
    look young so I could feel like a toddler again, but this is
    a little extreme. The funny thing is that all of this feels
    natural, like I have been living like this my whole life. I
    have no memory of anything except being babied by my
    parents.
    	After putting me in my highchair my mom fed me my
    special birthday breakfast. Since it was Saturday I was able
    to take my time and enjoy my favorite meal. When I was done
    eating she slid the tray out of its track and let me down so
    I could play for a bit while they finished eating. I
    immediately ran into my room and headed for my pile of toys
    in the corner. I rummaged through everything looking for
    something that I wanted to play with. While I was digging
    around I found what looked like a brass lamp or something.
    It looked interesting, but I put it aside to play with later
    as the container of Legos looked more appealing. I dumped
    the pieces in the middle of the floor and started building a
    space ship. I didn't get very far before daddy came in to
    take me and show me the big surprise he had told me about.
    He reached over and picked me up and lifted me over his
    shoulders to give me a piggyback ride. He had to duck so I
    wouldn't hit my head on the door frame when he walked
    through the door. As he stepped through the door into the
    garage, I let out a high pitched scream of delight. Sitting
    in the middle of the floor was a mini-scale Mustang
    convertible pedal car. I always wanted one of these.
    	"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," I said as I
    hugged them both. I started jumping up and down, "can I
    drive it now, can I, can I, can I?"
    	"You bet. Here, I'll help you out," and he picked me up
    tossing me into the air before catching me and setting me in
    the seat of my new car.
    	I was so happy to finally have my pedal car. I placed
    my feet on the pedals and started driving around the garage
    making car noises as I went. My parents let me play for a
    little while longer before taking me back into the house to
    get ready for my birthday party. I whined a little about
    wanting to play some more, but they quickly put the brakes
    on that. I reluctantly went inside to pick up my room so it
    wouldn't be too big of a mess when everyone showed up.
    	It was three o'clock when the doorbell rang as the
    first of my family showed up. My grandpa reached down and
    gave me a big hug and a pat on the rear asking, "How is my
    favorite grandson?" I just turned my head away sheepishly as
    he proceeded to ruffle my hair. I really enjoyed it when he
    did this, but it made it more fun if I resisted a little.
    This just antagonized him and I found myself on my back
    laughing uncontrollably as he tickled my exposed belly. He
    finally let me up when my aunt, uncle and their twin nine-
    year-old daughters showed up. My cousins Samantha and Lisa
    and I ran back to my room to begin playing while the adults
    talked about what they were up to lately.
    	We had only been playing for thirty minutes when I felt
    my stomach growl and felt a large squishy mess oozing into
    the back of my diaper. I continued playing as though nothing
    was wrong, but my cousins were quick to point out that I
    stunk. Lisa sprang to her feet and ran out to the living
    room to tell my parents I was messy and needed to be
    changed. She then inquired if her and Samantha could take
    care of it.
    	"Sure, I don't know why not," my mom told her. "You are
    old enough to be babysitting, so you should be able to
    handle David."
    	Lisa returned to the bedroom with a big smile on her
    face. She went to the cabinet where my mom kept all the
    changing supplies and took out everything she needed to do
    the job.
    	"What are you doing?" Samantha asked her.
    	"They said we can handle David's diaper changes," she
    beamed.
    	"I don't know if I want to change his smelly diaper."
    	"Oh, come on," Lisa persuaded, "It will be fun. Besides
    we can add a few extra layers and make him look really
    adorable."
    	"I don't want to look adorable," I piped in.
    	I started to say something else and Lisa cut me off,
    "you don't have much of a choice because your mom said I
    could take care of you. We can do this the easy way or the
    hard way, the choice is yours."
    	I quickly gave in as I knew whining about it wouldn't
    do any good. They quickly laid me down and removed the old
    diaper that was heavy with poop and half the day's worth of
    pee.
    	After they cleaned me up with some of the wipes, they
    applied some lotion and powder, which I was enjoying very
    much. After placing several clean diapers on me they put my
    pants back on and told me I was good as new. I started to
    walk back over to the toys I was playing with and fell on my
    face. The diapers were so thick that I couldn't move my
    legs. My cousins started laughing because they thought it
    was cute. I finally just crawled over to where I wanted to
    be which brought even more laughter. It didn't take long for
    my mom to come in to check on what all the laughing was
    about.
    	"We put such a thick diaper on David that he has to
    crawl around because he can't walk," Samantha explained
    between chuckles. "He looks so cute that we couldn't help
    but laugh."
    	"I do have to admit you did quite the job on him," my
    mom complimented as she joined in the humor. "Can you two
    help him into the living room? We are getting ready to open
    the presents and have some dinner."
    	"Sure," they both replied in unison as they stood up to
    help me navigate the trip.
    I was slightly embarrassed to be helped into the living
    room and set on the floor in front of everyone to watch. Any
    insecurity was washed away as my family began singing happy
    birthday to me. I loved the attention and was anxious to
    open all of the presents everyone had brought for me. Once I
    had opened all of the gifts I thanked everyone for the
    presents. I made special note to grammy and grampa for the
    Winnie the Pooh sleeper they gave me. They know how much I
    like Pooh and that I also like to sleep in footed pajamas.
    	Once all the presents were opened everyone moved to the
    kitchen table for dinner. I was placed in my highchair as
    usual while everyone else sat at the table. To my delight my
    parents had made my favorite dinner as well, lasagna.
    Everyone could tell how happy I was by the wide grin that
    spread across my face.
    	"I knew you would like to have this for birthday
    dinner," mom said smiling back at me.
    	I loved my parents. They always knew what to do to make
    me feel good. I savored every bite of the lasagna as my mom
    fed it to me. Once we were done my parents worked to clean
    up off the table while my aunt and uncle prepared the cake
    and ice cream for desert. They brought me a big slice of
    double layer chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and a
    scoop of vanilla piled next to it. My face lit up as this
    was my favorite desert. I managed to get quite a bit of it
    on my face and hands because I am a sloppy eater. My mom
    cleaned my face off with a baby wipe and took my plate into
    the kitchen along with everyone else's. I continued to sit
    contentedly where I was playing with my new toys knowing
    that even though I was wet, I didn't need to be changed
    because I had on such an overdone diaper.
    	After chatting a while longer everyone got up to go
    home. My cousins thanked my mom for letting them change me
    and she told them that they could anytime they visited.
    Everyone said happy birthday to me one last time and I
    thanked them again. Soon everyone was gone and it was time
    for bed. Mom changed me into a new stack of diapers, though
    they weren't as thick as the ones I had on earlier. I kind
    of missed the overstuffed feeling between my legs. She
    pulled on my plastic pants and helped me into the new Pooh
    sleeper I had gotten from grammy. Then she tucked me in,
    gave me a goodnight kiss on the forehead and lifted the side
    of the crib into place. I fell asleep immediately and slept
    well through the night.
    	Sunday morning was similar to Saturday, except for the
    party and all of the people. I had to do some little chores
    around the house, but other than that I was free to play
    with my new toys. The day was over before I knew it and it
    was time to get ready for bed again. I wasn't looking
    forward to going to bed like I had the night before because
    I had to go to school tomorrow. I didn't want to deal with
    the harassment I knew I would face from all of the other
    second graders. Despite my reluctance to fall asleep I was
    hugging my teddy bear tightly enjoying peaceful dreams
    within a few minutes of the lights being turned out.

    Part 4

    	The next morning I woke up in a very wet diaper that
    had leaked all over my sheets and my new sleeper. My mom
    came in a few minutes later to get me up and changed for
    school. As was customary I was changed into a disposable
    diaper to wear to school instead of the thick cloth diapers
    I wore around the house as it would be very difficult to
    deal with cloth diapers in a school environment. I was
    thankful that the clothes mom picked out for today were far
    less infantile than what I had been wearing all weekend. I
    had enough trouble at school without having to deal with
    being teased over my clothes. After being fed breakfast I
    was given my backpack which contained my weekly stock of
    changing supplies for school and then my dad drove me to
    school. I am thankful that my parents drive me to school
    everyday instead of making me take the bus. At least I have
    a few less minutes of the day to be picked on. When we
    pulled up in front of the building I reached over and gave
    my dad a kiss.
    	"Have a good day at school," he almost shouted so I
    could hear him as I was already out of the car. "I will see
    you tonight."
    	"I will and I love you," I hollered as I slammed the
    door and ran up the steps into the school building.
    	I walked strait to the nurse's office so I could give
    her the supplies my mom had packed for me. She was busy
    checking some scrapes on another boy that had fallen on the
    steps outside. When she had his abrasions bandaged she
    called me in her office. I gave her my pack and she put it
    in a cubbyhole on the far wall that had a strip of tape
    identifying it as mine. I thanked her as I left and walked
    to my classroom. Everyone ignored me when I entered the room
    and walked to the back where my desk was located. I took my
    seat and fiddled with some of the supplies in my desk so I
    wouldn't have to make eye contact with any of the other
    kids. Once the teacher settled everyone down she started the
    morning lesson. The morning seemed to last forever as I
    dreaded having to go outside on recess. When the bell rang I
    sat in my chair until everyone else had left. I got up and
    walked outside and sat by a brick wall all by myself. I
    enjoyed only a few minutes of privacy before several of the
    other kids came over and started picking on me.
    	"Hey look at the little baby sitting all by himself,"
    several kids sneered at me.
    	"Go away and leave me alone," I pleaded.
    "Awe, did we hurt the little boys feewings?" they mocked.
    "We're sorry."
    	"Maybe you ought to run along and get your diaper
    changed," joked another student, everyone else joining in
    his laughter.
    	I thought this was just another rude comment until I
    looked down and saw the wet spot on my jeans. "Oh no, not
    again," I whined as tears started running down my face. I
    got up and ran to the nurse's office. By the time I got
    there I was crying uncontrollably.
    	"What is wrong?" the nurse asked in a gentle,
    comforting tone. "Ah, I see," she added upon seeing the wet
    spot in my pants. "Come on in and I'll get you changed. I
    don't have any other pants for you though, so you'll have to
    wear the ones you have on."
    	Once I had my pants back on I walked back to class
    because the bell had already rang ending recess. Everyone
    snickered as I walked through the door as they could see I
    was still wearing the pants with the dark blue spot on the
    front of them. I tried to ignore their stares as I walked
    back to my chair. "This is one of the worst days I have ever
    had," I thought to myself. Little did I know that it would
    get worse. The rest of the morning went as slow as the first
    half had and it seemed like lunch would never get here. I
    tried to concentrate on the math problems the teacher had
    written on the board, but I was too upset to do them. I just
    sat there watching the clock count down the minutes until my
    next run-in with the school bullies.
    	Finally the lunch bell rang and we were walked down to
    the cafeteria in a single file line. The kid behind me kept
    accidentally tripping and shoving me forward as he tried to
    catch himself. I was getting angry but there was nothing I
    could do about it. Once my tray was filled with the school
    lunch menu I walked over to a table where no one else was
    sitting so that I could eat in peace. Once I finished eating
    I walked outside, trying to avoid everyone, even if I had to
    go out of my way to go around them. My time to myself was
    cut short as I saw three of the same boys approaching me
    that had picked on me earlier.
    	"Hey, if it isn't the little baby," one of them said.
    	"Yeah, I wonder if he has messed in his pants yet,"
    added another one. "Maybe we should find out."
    	I knew I hadn't pooped yet today, but they were
    determined to find out for themselves. I turned around and
    tried to run away, but they caught up to me and forced me to
    the ground before I went ten feet. I started squirming as
    much as I could to get away, but I was no match for the
    stronger boys that were holding me down. While two of them
    continued to keep me pinned down, the third one unbuttoned
    my pants and pulled the off.
    	With a sound of disappointment he reported to the
    others, "Nope, he has just wet in them." Feeling let down,
    they felt it would be fun to humiliate me by taking my pants
    instead. They took off running holding my pants high over
    their heads, leaving me standing in the middle of the field
    in just my tee shirt and diaper. Feeling the ultimate in
    humiliation, I ran crying back into the school building. I
    was halfway down the hall when a teacher stopped me and
    asked what was going on.
    	I tried to answer in between heavy sobs. "Some of the
    other kids held me down and stole my pants and they won't
    give them back. And, and, and now everyone saw me standing
    in just my diaper." I broke down crying again.
    	"Go on down to the nurses office," she instructed. "I'm
    sure they can find something for you to wear. I am going to
    go outside and find out what is going on."
    	I went to the office as I was told and had to go back
    over the whole story again. The nurse tried to calm me down
    as she could see how upset I was. While I was there she
    changed me into another fresh diaper and then found a pair
    of pants for me to wear even though they were several sizes
    too big. I thanked her for helping me before returning to
    class. As I was walking down the hall I saw the teacher that
    had stopped me earlier escorting the three boys that had
    taken my pants to the principal's office. They just glared
    at me as they walked by and I was happy to see that they
    were being punished for what they did to me.
    	Thankfully I made it through the rest of the day
    without any major problems. When school let out I walked out
    front and got in my dad's car that was parked in the same
    spot every day. I shut the door, put on my seat belt and
    didn't say anything.
    	"How was your day, sport?" he asked.
    	I started to answer, but when I tried to explain I just
    started crying again.
    	"That's okay," he comforted. "We can talk about it
    later if it is that upsetting."
    	We drove away from the school and headed for home. As
    we put more distance between the school and us I began to
    feel better. I still didn't feel like talking so I just
    stared out the window at the scenery as it flew by in a
    blur. Once we were home I went to my room and lay down on
    the floor and curled up with my teddy bear. After about an
    hour my mom came in to check and see how I was feeling. I
    was sleeping and she gently nudged me to wake me up. I
    rolled onto my back and looked up into her loving face.
    	"Do you want to talk about it, sweetie?" she asked in a
    soft voice.
    	"The kids were picking on me all day again," I
    explained.
    	"I know they are mean to you," she began, "I just wish
    I could do something to help you."
    	"Today some of the kids stole my pants and wouldn't
    give them back. It was awful. Everyone saw me in just my
    diaper." Tears started to well up in my eyes as I recounted
    the experience.
    	"Oh, poor baby," she said, wrapping her arms around me
    in a big bear hug. "I am so sorry that this happened."
    	"I just wish they would leave me alone."
    	"I know you do, dear. I know you do. I am going to call
    the school tomorrow and talk to them about this. There is no
    reason those kids should be able to get away with treating
    you this way." She continued to run her hands gently through
    my hair, trying to make me feel better. It seemed to be
    working as I was starting to relax in her arms. Once I had
    brightened up we walked out into the living room where my
    dad was watching television. I walked over to the couch and
    crawled into his lap to watch the news with him while mom
    went into the kitchen to finish making the enchiladas she
    had started earlier.
    	After dinner was over I was allowed to go to my room to
    play for a while before bedtime. I walked over to my toy
    pile and began searching for something that interested me.
    As I went through all of my stuff my attention was drawn to
    the brass lamp that I had found a few days ago. I hadn't
    seen it before the other day and my curiosity led me to
    explore the foreign object. As I played with it, shaking it
    and pulling on various parts to see if they came off, the
    lamp began to vibrate. It began shaking uncontrollably as
    smoke started to rise into the room. I was so scared that I
    dropped the lamp on the floor and backed up against the wall
    behind me. I watched in total amazement as the smoke began
    to take the form of a genie. It was just like one of my
    books. All I could say was "wow, this is neat."
    	"What can I do for you master?" was the response from
    the genie.
    	"Are you for real?" I asked him.
    	"Yes, I am real," he answered with patience because he
    knew that I would not remember my first wish nor any other
    part of my previous life.
    	"So, do I get to make a wish and have it come true like
    in the fairy tales?" I prodded excitedly.
    	"Yes, anything you want."
    	"This is the coolest thing that has ever happened to
    me," I explained. "Give me a minute to think of something."
    It didn't take me long to make up my mind about what I
    wanted as all I had to do was remember back to earlier that
    day and the cruel pranks that had been played on me.
    	"I wish that I had friends and that people didn't pick
    on me all the time," I stated with conviction.
    	"Your command has been answered," the genie informed me
    as he slipped back into the lamp for another rest.
    	I was anxious to find out how my wish would turn out
    and couldn't wait to wake up tomorrow. I put the lamp back
    in the corner and covered it with other toys so my parents
    wouldn't find it. I then selected some new toys to play
    with, but I just sat in the middle of the floor daydreaming
    about the genie I had found. I was happy when mom finally
    came in to change my diaper and get me ready for bed. She
    commented on the fact that I looked much better than I had
    earlier. I agreed that I did and she gave me another big hug
    as she laid me down on the changing table and removed my
    shortalls, tossing them into the hamper. Then she unfastened
    the wet diaper that had also become soiled while I was
    playing after dinner. She gently cleaned me up and applied a
    fresh coat of oil and powder to my diaper area. As always, I
    took pleasure in this part of being changed. Once I had a
    nice thick mountain of cloth pinned between my legs I was
    helped down from the table so I could put on my pajamas. She
    tucked me in, gave me my goodnight kiss and turned out the
    light as she left the room. A few moments later the light
    turned back on as my dad came in to tell me goodnight as
    well.
    	"I love you, son," he said smiling down at me. "If
    there is ever anything bothering you I want you to promise
    that you will let me know, okay? I don't want to see you
    hurting like this anymore."
    	"I promise," I smiled back at him.
    	He reached down and ruffled my hair. "Goodnight,
    kiddo."
    	"Night, dad."
    	As soon as the light went out again I was already
    drifting into a heavy slumber to be filled with the best
    dreams a kid could have.

    Part 5

    	The next morning I woke up feeling very happy after
    having such great dreams. In my dream everyone at school
    wore diapers, so it wasn't such a big deal that I have to
    wear them. I also had lots of friends and we played together
    all the time. If only my life could be like my dream. Even
    with the realization that my utopia wasn't real I was still
    took comfort in those thoughts.
    	The next thing I knew my mom was lifting me out of my
    crib and putting me in a dry diaper. She then got me dressed
    in a pair of jeans and my favorite Winnie the Pooh shirt.
    After eating my breakfast consisting of a bowl of Fruit
    Loops, I had a few minutes left to play with my Legos before
    it was time to go to school. I barely started working on my
    space ship when dad came in to tell me it was time to go.
    	After kissing my mom goodbye I followed my dad out to
    the car. As we were driving, I started getting tense as we
    got closer to school. Dad sensed my uneasiness and reached
    over and patted me on the head, "it will be all right
    kiddo."
    	"I just don't want everyone to be mean to me," I said
    softly as I looked up into his caring eyes.
    	"I know how you feel. I went through the same thing
    when I was in school. It will get better, I promise."
    	I took comfort in his reassuring words and felt my
    muscles begin to relax. As my muscles loosened up I felt the
    warmth of my bladder emptying into my diaper. Now I would
    have to get changed before going to class. I looked at
    diaper changes in the nurse's office as a chance to get away
    from the humiliation of being in the classroom. I began
    feeling uneasy again as my mind began playing over the
    possible scenarios of how I would be tortured today.
    Thankfully, my thoughts were interrupted my by dad shaking
    me to let me know we were there.
    	"Relax buddy, it will be okay. I promise," he assured
    me again. "Mommy talked to the principal and got everything
    straightened out."
    	I feigned a smile and thanked him for trying to make me
    feel better. As I walked up the steps to the entrance,
    something inside me told me that maybe dad was right and
    things would be better. I began to feel as though everything
    really would be better. I walked straight to the nurses
    office to get my soggy diaper changed before class so that I
    wouldn't have to worry about it leaking on me like it did
    yesterday.
    	"Well aren't we looking a little better today," the
    nurse pointed out as I walked into the office. "I am glad to
    see that you are taking this so well. I expected you to
    never come back to school again," she added with a slight
    smile.
    	"I am just hoping that maybe everyone will leave me
    alone. I never did anything to them, so I don't see why they
    have to treat me so bad," I told her while trying to hold
    back the tears that were welling up in my eyes again. Just
    thinking about those other kids made me feel awful again.
    	She helped me up onto the changing table and took my
    shorts off. "I think you will find that we are doing
    everything we can to help you out," she continued as she
    untaped my diaper. "We don't like to see nice boys like you
    being picked on for no reason."
    	I felt my confidence being restored as she talked to
    me. The pleasure of having my diaper changed also helped me
    to feel better about myself. I just laid back and enjoyed
    the sensation of the lotion and powder being applied by the
    nurses gently hands. Once I had my new diaper on I was given
    my pants and sent on my way.
    	Just as I walked out in the hall to go to class the
    school secretary came running out of the office after me.
    "David, the principal would like to see you for a moment if
    you don't mind."
    	I was a little nervous about having to go into Mr.
    Brandt's office. "Am I in trouble?" I asked her with a touch
    of apprehension. "I am only late for class because I had to
    see the nurse," I quickly added an explanation of my
    tardiness.
    	"Oh heavens no," she chuckled with a warm smile on her
    face. "It is nothing like that at all. He just wants to talk
    to you about what happened yesterday, that's all."
    	I was still nervous and I could feel the sweat forming
    in the palms of my hands. I tried to keep my composure as
    she led me into his office and directed me to one of four
    nicely padded chairs that faced Mr. Brandt from the opposite
    side of his desk. I wiped my hands on my pants to dry them
    as I sat down and tried to make myself comfortable. "Mr.
    Brandt will be just a moment," she informed me as she shut
    the door on her way out. While I was waiting I looked at all
    the diplomas and certificates that decorated the walls. What
    really got my attention was the big wooden paddle that hung
    from a string on the back of the office door. I could only
    imagine how bad it would hurt to be spanked with it as I had
    only heard stories about it from other kids that had gotten
    in trouble
    	A few moments later Mr. Brandt entered the room and
    said hello as he sat down in his chair. He could tell by the
    look on my face that I was distressed, so he tried his best
    to make me feel at ease. "How are you this morning David?"
    he asked in a gentle voice that showed years of dealing with
    distraught children. "I just want to assure you that you
    aren't in any trouble. We just need to talk about what
    happened to you yesterday so we can try to make things
    better."
    	I simply nodded, as I was still too afraid to talk. I
    was very glad to know that they were actually trying to take
    care of this situation instead of just blowing it off.
    Knowing this made me a little more comfortable with being in
    the principal's office.
    	"Do you want to tell me your side of what happened
    yesterday?" He inquired. "I just want to know the whole
    story before I make my final decision on how to handle this
    situation."
    	I proceeded to explain how I had been laughed at
    because my diaper had leaked earlier in the day. Then I
    explained the entire lunch episode where I had my pants
    taken from me and left stranded in the middle of the
    schoolyard with my diaper exposed for everyone to see. I was
    in tears again by the time I finished telling him the story
    and he gave me a few minutes to regain my composure.
    	"I want to apologize for what happened to you," he said
    in a melancholy tone. "I feel terrible that something like
    this happened when there is no need for it. I also know that
    our teachers need to be more alert to what is going on in
    the schoolyard. I want you to know that I will do everything
    I can to make sure this doesn't happen again."
    	"Thank you," I mumbled. "I just want to be the other
    kids to leave me alone, that's all."
    	"I think that won't be a problem from now on. Wait here
    just another moment," he added as he retreated from the
    office.
    	A few minutes later the door opened and the principal
    returned again, this time with six people following him.
    Three of them I knew because they were the three boys that
    had taken my pants the day before. I assumed that the other
    three were their fathers. This was confirmed when Mr. Brandt
    introduced me to them. He then proceeded to explain in
    detail how the school would handle any further incidents
    like this. One of the obvious punishments would be a
    suspension from school followed by two weeks of after school
    detention. This was in addition to the regular spanking that
    would be issued using the wooden paddle that hung on the
    door.
    	Once the guidelines were clear to everyone, the three
    boys' parents apologized to me for their son's behavior. The
    boys were then told to apologize to me and were advised of
    the additional "at home" punishment that they would receive
    if this happened again. I was relieved that I might finally
    be free from the day-to-day harassment that I had lived with
    for so long.
    	With that resolved, we were all sent back to class.
    When we entered the classroom, everyone was playing an
    educational game to pass the time until we returned. She
    felt it was best to postpone the lesson since there were
    four of us missing. As I walked back to my seat I noticed
    that there were a few new people in our class. It wasn't
    often that we got new students, so it was unusual that we
    had two new ones at the same time. Mrs. Jefferson quickly
    introduced the new students as Jeff and Mike. She then had
    us all go around the room and tell something about
    ourselves. I could tell that both Jeff and Mike were very
    shy by the way they kept their heads down when they gave
    their personal information. I hoped that maybe I would get
    to know them and we could be friends.
    	The rest of the morning went by at a snail's pace
    because I kept thinking about meeting the new students. I
    kept glancing at them during the lesson anticipating a new
    friendship. This was very easy because I sat in the back row
    and could see everyone. I was fortunate enough to be looking
    right at Jeff as he became restless and reached both his
    arms over his head to stretch. This caused his shirt to pull
    up which exposed a tiny bit of a disposable diaper, which
    was peeking above the waist of his pants. I could hardly
    contain my excitement at the prospects of making friends
    with another kid who wore diapers. In fact, I was so excited
    that I peed my diaper once again. I was more anxious than
    normal for lunch to get here now as I plotted a way to meet
    my new friend.
    	As I thought about how lucky this day was turning out,
    I remembered the wish I had given the genie last night just
    before I went to bed. The situation with other kids picking
    on me had been resolved and now I had a chance to make a new
    friend. My wish had really come true.

    Part 6

    	Lunch had finally arrived and I was getting
    apprehensive about actually meeting the new boy I had
    resolved to become friends with. As I walked across the
    lunchroom and approached the back table where he was
    sitting, I could feel my hands getting sweaty as my heart
    began racing a hundred miles an hour. I decided not to ask
    permission to sit with him and simply took the space
    directly across from him. As I was sitting down he looked up
    at me with a puzzled look on his face, "what are you doing
    sitting next to me?"
    	"You look like a nice guy, and I know you are new, so I
    figured I would keep you company," I explained to him hoping
    that he wouldn't ask me to leave. "Can I stay?"
    	He simply shrugged his shoulder and said, "Sure, you
    can sit here if you want, but I doubt it would be good for
    you to be seen hanging around with me."
    	"Why is that," I asked him as I began taking a bite of
    my burrito.
    	"No one likes me and they will probably not like you
    either if you hang around with me, " he stated with a glum
    look on his face. Obviously, the word hadn't gotten around
    to him that I am a diaper boy yet.
    	"Well then, we should get along great, that is my role
    at this school. Would you like to be my friend?"
    	"Uh, sure. I guess we can be friends," he responded
    with a still noticeable edge to his voice.
    	"Don't worry, I am not trying to trick you or anything.
    I don't have that many friends myself and was hoping since
    you were new that you might be willing to give me a chance."
    I just sat there and waited for him to respond to my
    request.
    	He must have sensed my sincerity because his faced
    relaxed a bit as he said, "I'm Jeff, what's your name?"
    	"I'm David," I responded as I reached out to shake on
    our newly formed friendship.
    	Just then I heard a thud as a full carton of milk
    landed on the table and splashed all over my tray of food
    and the front of my shirt. As I looked over at the table
    across the aisle from us an older boy who appeared to be in
    the third grade was pointing and making rude comments.
    	"Hey look, diaper boy found himself a little play
    mate," he teased while throwing the remaining piece of his
    hot dog at me.
    	Before he could get another degrading comment out of
    his mouth the janitor grabbed him by one arm and the back of
    the neck and lifted him from his seat. "So you like to throw
    your food in my cafeteria, huh? We'll see how much fun you
    are having after you see the principle for a nice whoopin."
    Cries could be heard all the way down the hall as he was
    being dragged forcibly to the office.
    	I was still sitting there with a blank look on my face
    and milk dripping from shirt when Jeff grabbed my arm and
    shook it. "Are you okay?"
    	"Huh? I mean uh, yeah I'm fine," I said still slightly
    shaken by the incident. At least I knew that the school
    wasn't going to put up with people picking on me anymore
    which gave me some comfort.
    	Jeff was still looking at me as I tried to wipe up the
    spilled milk with a stack of napkins. I could feel his
    constant stare, and I knew what he was going to ask before
    he even asked it. "You wear diapers?" was the inevitable
    question.
    	I put the soaked napkins on my tray as I thought about
    how to respond to this question. Finally I just figured it
    is out in the open anyway and said, "yeah, I still wear
    diapers." I was kind of relieved because now I didn't have
    to worry about how to bring up the issue of diapers. "Do you
    still want to be my friend? I won't blame you if you don't."
    	He just looked at me as if to determine if I was worthy
    of his friendship. Then he leaned over the table a little
    bit so he could whisper without anyone else hearing him.
    "Actually, I still wear diapers, too," he admitted. "I
    didn't know there would be others here that were also diaper
    wearers."
    	"Really, that is so cool." I just pretended that this
    was the first I knew about him wearing diapers. "So we will
    sort of be like diaper buddies," I joked.
    	We both picked our trays up off the table and headed
    for the side door that led outside. Normally I would have
    gone over to the swings, but I really wanted to be able to
    talk to my new friend and not have to worry about others
    listening to our conversation. As we walked towards the
    fence than ran along the back of the school property, Jeff
    and I exchanged stories about our past. It turns out that
    Jeff used to live in Seattle with his parents until they got
    divorced. When his mom moved to Boise to get a fresh start,
    Jeff had to start anew as well. For the most part, we were
    very much alike. We have both been picked on most of our
    lives by kids at school and have had difficulty making any
    friends. However, we have both have loving parents who are
    gentle and make it fun to wear diapers at home. Jeff's
    parents don't really baby him like mine, but they are still
    very supportive of his needs. He was very intrigued by my
    stories describing the way my parents treat me like I am
    still three years old.
    	As we continued to walk around the perimeter of the
    playground, I noticed the other new boy sitting all by
    himself in the far corner of the yard. "Hey Jeff, do you
    know that other new guy that is sitting over there?" I had
    to point him out because Jeff didn't know who I was talking
    about.
    	"I only know that his name is Mike and he is from
    Texas," Jeff explained. "Why, do you know him?"
    	"No, I just noticed he was sitting all alone and I
    thought about going over and talking to him."
    	"I guess we could," he agreed. "It looks like he must
    be a loner like us and could probably use a friend."
    	We continued talking about our pasts as we walked over
    to meet Mike. When we finally got to where he was sitting,
    he didn't even notice we were standing there.
    	"Hello," I said in a slightly raised voice that got his
    attention very quickly.
    	"Go away and leave me alone," was the muffled reply. He
    didn't even raise his head from where it rested in his
    folded arms, which were propped up against his knees.
    	"We were just trying to see why you were all alone over
    here. We figured you needed some company," I tried to
    explain.
    	He finally looked up with a touch of agitation in his
    eyes. "Why, so you can pick on me and make fun of me?" He
    continued to look at us as if we were an enemy or something.
    "I don't know why you would want to be around me, no one
    likes me," he continued.
    	"We don't even know you yet," I answered. "How would we
    know if we like you or not?"
    	"I just know." With that he let his head drop back onto
    his arms.
    	Now it was Jeff's turn to talk to him. "Why don't you
    at least give us a chance to be your friend. It isn't like
    we have all that many friends ourselves." After taking a
    seat on the grass next to Mike, Jeff continued, "you just
    looked like you were one of us and thought you would like to
    be our friend."
    	"What do you mean by one of us?"
    	"Well," Jeff said, "we don't have any friends and no
    one likes us either."
    	"Yeah," I jumped back in. "When we saw you sitting by
    yourself we figured you needed to meet other kids like us."
    I just smiled to let him know that we weren't pulling his
    leg.
    	"I guess it wouldn't hurt," he conceded. Just then
    there was a loud eruption between Mike's legs followed by a
    very potent odor. His face flushed completely with
    embarrassment as both Jeff and I looked at him. Tears formed
    in his eyes and he jumped to his feet saying, "why couldn't
    you just leave me alone," as he ran towards the school.
    	Jeff and I looked at each other and then in unison we
    said, "he must wear diapers too." We both got very large
    smiles on our faces as we contemplated having another diaper
    buddy to hang out with. Hopefully with three of us we would
    be less likely to get picked on.
    	The lunch bell rang summoning us back into our
    classrooms and ending my state of euphoria from having just
    met two new diaper buddies in the same day. I couldn't wait
    to get home and tell mommy and daddy what happened at school
    today.