    Mr. LENNY'S DELIGHT

    Part 51 -- Surprise Visit

    	Kevin had just told Mr. Potter that he just joined the
    Diaper Club.
    	"I am so glad to hear that. Your mother going along
    with that?" Mr. Potter asked.
    	Kevin hadn't thought about how his mother is going to
    accept this news. But he told Mr. Potter that it was OK
    with her. Down inside he wasn't so sure.
    	"I gotta go, see ya!" Kevin ran next door and into his
    house.
    	"See ya!" Mr. Potter answered shaking his head.
    	"That you, Kevin?" His mother called out.
    	"Yes, momma, I'm back." Kevin looked at the living
    room clock, it read 4:40 PM. He realized they been at the
    club most of the day. Kevin wondered if she suspected he
    had stayed longer then he was supposed to.
    	His mother came into the living room. Kevin sighed
    with relief when he could see his mother smile.
    	"Did you have a good time at the club?" She sat down
    in the rocker motioning Kevin to join her.
    	He walked slowly over and stood in front her. His
    mother reached out and pulled him onto her lap. She hadn't
    taken him onto her lap for a long time and this made Kevin
    wonder what was going on.
    	While settling back against his mother she gave him a
    gentle squeeze then told him, "I love you, son!"
    	These are the three most endearing words a boy can
    receive from anyone, but from his mother it gave him a warm
    snuggling feeling all over. He has been longing to hear
    these words from her.
    	He surprised his mother by turning his head up to hers
    and gave he a kiss. Even his mother was surprised at his
    reaction.
    	"Thank you, but why did you do that?" She gave him
    more loving.
    	"Because I love you too, mommy!" Kevin meant every
    word of it.
    	For the next few minutes the two sat rocking gently
    back a forth absorbing all the love they could.
    	His mother broke the silence by saying, "I had a
    visitor this afternoon, Benji's mother and her niece,
    Donna."
    	Kevin sat up moving himself around so he was facing
    his mother allowing his knees to rest between his mom's
    legs and the arm of the rocker. "I saw them at the Club.
    Benji told me they were going to come and get him." Then he
    hesitated...... then asked, "Why did they come to see you?"
    	"They just wanted to visit and come to introduce
    themselves to me. We talked about you.... and Benji." His
    mother could sense some stressful concern from Kevin. "Is
    there something wrong?"
    	"No.... But what did they say?"
    	"Well, they told me what a nice little boy I had," she
    smiled, "But I already knew that!" She kissed him on the
    cheek.
    	"Ah mom!" he laughed. "What else?"
    	"Let me see..... Oh, his mother told me about Benji
    and his need for diapers and we talked about you and your
    need for diapers. Which reminds me, you been all day in
    that one. Need a change?" His mother pulled the front of
    his shorts away from his stomach and lowered a couple
    fingers into his diaper.
    	"I see you are either awfully sweaty or you are wet.
    Come on, let's go to your room, I will fix you up." She
    started to raise up while Kevin stood to his feet.
    	As the two started up the stairway, Kevin asked, "What
    did they say about diapers?"
    	"They told me something I had been suspecting for some
    time but hadn't thought about it too much. But I am going
    to have your dad talk to you about it later." She sounded
    so mysterious about it that it made Kevin more worried.
    	When they reached the bed, Kevin stood still while his
    mother pulled off his T-shirt then his shorts leaving him
    with only his diaper on. She walked over to his dresser and
    pulled open the drawer that held his clean diapers.
    	Kevin had climbed upon the bed taking up the diaper-
    change position. His mother sat down beside him then began
    the task of removing the wet diaper.
    	"Mom.... Am I in trouble?" He asked with a tremble in
    his voice.
    	His mother stopped just before throwing the diaper
    into the pail. "Not that I am aware of...... Why do you
    ask? She placed a hand on his bare belly.
    	"Well.... you said Daddy will tell me.... I just
    thought maybe I did something bad or something...?" Kevin
    raised both hands taking a hold of the rail at the head of
    the bed.
    	What was confusing Kevin was his mother was smiling
    and if he had really done something bad and was about to be
    punished she would be frowning.
    	His mother slid her hand up to his chest as she leaned
    forward and laid beside him. She had a concerned look on
    her face now.
    	"OH NO! It is nothing you did but something had been
    brought to my attention that I feel only you father should
    discuss with you. It's just that you are getting to such a
    big boy now and da.... da.... you need ... well let's just
    say you need your dad to talk with you. But you're not in
    any trouble, OK. Trust me on this one."
    	"Ok mom!" Kevin hadn't felt this much love from his
    mother in a long time. It just made him feel so good.
    	His mother sat back up and continued the diaper change
    but Kevin could sense she was not in any hurry and that was
    alright with him only he believed if she didn't cover him
    very soon he would become embarrassed.
    	When his mother finished she leaned over and kissed
    once again. When she had gone back down the stairs, Kevin
    continued to lie on the bed thinking, "She sure acted
    strangely."
    	Kevin felt over his diaper for a couple of minutes.
    Then it dawned on him that his mother had placed this extra
    diaper inside his Priva. He liked the thickness this extra
    diaper provided.
    	"Strange that she would do that..... and even stranger
    that she made no comment about his extended length which in
    the past she always made some kind of negative comment. She
    had even told him it was nasty of him to show himself in
    that condition. That is why he tried so hard to hold back
    his feelings while she was diapering him. But sometimes a
    boy just can't help himself.
    	Kevin continuing to fondle over his diaper began to
    think back over the days activities. He almost wished he
    had stayed the extra 20 minutes it would have taken for him
    and Bobby Jones at the mat. The very thought of what might
    have been brought him to the finish of his self play. Now
    that he was feeling less tension he put on a clean T-shirt
    and headed down the stairs.
    	His mom was sitting in the living room visiting with
    one of her friends. Kevin had walked on in without
    realizing he was standing right in front of Mrs. Bensen
    whom he had not seen since he was only 8 year old.
    	"Kevin, you remember Mrs. Bensen your 3rd grade
    teacher, don't you?" His mom nodded to the chair behind
    him.
    	A hot flash seeped over Kevin when he realized someone
    was sitting in the chair right behind him. It was much too
    late to run out of the room.
    	"Hello, Mrs. Bensen!" Kevin managed to get out of his
    mouth after turning around.
    	"Why.... how are you.... Kevin!" his old teacher
    replied as she looked him over.
    	And if it wasn't enough to have this adult staring up
    and down his person, another voice spoke out.
    	"Hi, Kevie!" the voice came from the kitchen door way.
    	Kevin turned to see a young girl grinning at him.
    Kevin was completely speechless. He now wished he had put
    on those shorts his mother laid out for him. But there he
    was barefooted with a thick padded diaper and a T-shirt
    that was too small for him. Even his belly button was in
    plain view of every one. Kevin wished he could melt into
    the floor.
    	"Remember me?" The girl walked straight over to him
    with out hesitation.
    	He could hardly think of his own name let alone guess
    who she was. The girl extended her hand towards him.
    	"I'm Joyce, I use to change your diapers when you were
    8 years old," She remarked.
    	Taking her hand in his, Kevin stuttered, "I'm.....
    I... I'm Kevin...!" He getting weak in the knees.
    	"You don't remember me do you?" She withdrew her hand
    and stepped back a couple steps so she could bet a better
    look at him. "You have grown some since we last met." She
    was staring right at his belly button.
    	Kevin turned to his mother for help but she just sat
    there grinning at him.
    	Turning around facing the girl again, "I think I am
    remembering you, didn't you take me into that old barn on
    the hill near our house......!" He did not get to finish
    his sentence before she interrupted him.
    	"I see you're still wearing diapers... you still wet
    the bed?" Joyce asked.
    	Kevin was beginning to lose some of his embarrassment
    but felt uncomfortable at answering this 12 year old girl
    whom he began to remember almost too well.
    	"I no longer wet the bed.... I have a diaper on every
    night," Kevin answered as if every boy would wear diapers
    at night.
    	"I remember how you use to cry when you wet the bed,"
    Joyce seemed to be enjoying bringing up these unpleasant
    memories.
    	"Well maybe I did but I am a big boy now and I don't
    want to talk about it any more!" Kevin was feeling some
    anger creeping up. And if it wasn't enough to have this 12
    year old girl telling every one about his bedwetting past
    Mrs. Bensen started in with her comments.
    	"Kevin, I remember a little boy in my class that would
    wet his pants whenever he had to stand before the class. Do
    you remember the time I had you recite a part you would
    play in the schools drama class?" His former teacher asked.
    	Kevin remembered all too well. These were the days his
    mother refused to allow him to use diapers, saying it would
    make her little boy embarrassed. He remembered how his Dad
    would stand up for him as he tried to convince his mother
    the put him back into diapers. Oh yes, he remembered those
    early days standing before the class as he stuttered out
    his lines for the play. That was the day he wet his pants
    right in front of everyone. He remembered how his
    classmates began to laugh and point their fingers. For a
    while after that he was known as `pee-pee pants'.
    	That was only the beginning and not the worst that
    happened. He remembered the night of the play with all his
    class mates wearing their costumes. He hoped Mrs. Bensen
    was not going to bring that up again.
    	"He had played the part of a young boy and had to wear
    short pants. No other boy wanted the part because of the
    short pants. I did not think we would have any one to play
    this part until Kevin asked if he could be the `little
    boy'!" the teacher began telling the story.
    	"Oh no... she's going to tell it." Kevin dropped into
    the nearest chair, pulling his knees up to his chest trying
    to hide himself. Joyce held her hand to her mouth hiding
    her smile as she got a good look at his diapered butt.
    	"These short pants were suppose to represent diapers,
    we had them made just for this part. The cutest safety pins
    were sewn on to each side. His part was that of a small
    toddler which was a perfect part for him because he was the
    smallest boy in the class."
    	"The moment Kevin stepped out on stage and he saw all
    those people watching him I could see he was really
    nervous. He had had just giving his opening line when the
    crowd of mostly adults began to laugh. His lines were to be
    cute but not funny. At first little Kevin could not
    understand what he had said that turned this crowd into
    laughter. Then I noticed he had wet his pants... not being
    a real diaper they leaked something awful leaving a large
    darker stain in front. I could see this streak of pee
    dribbling down his bare legs." At this point in her story
    telling, Mrs. Bensen began to laugh as she told about it.
    	Kevin put both hands over his face hoping he could
    just vanish away. Joyce had just sat on the arm of the
    chair. She began to stroke his hair to sooth him.
    	Mrs. Bensen continued her story. "Of course the
    curtain had to come down. I thought this play was over, but
    Kevin bounced right back. I was so proud of you that day,
    Kevin. You were no quitter. We had no other short pants for
    you but one of the stage hands suggested we use a real
    diaper, remember that Kevin?"
    	Still too embarrassed to speak Kevin just thought to
    himself, "Sure I remember, that was one of my very first
    diaper!"

    Part 52 -- Kevin's Past Relived

    	Kevin was being embarrassed by his third grade school
    teacher who was telling a story about when he was 8 years
    old. She said he had participated in a school play, where
    he acted the part of a little boy in diapers but instead of
    using a real diaper he was to wear a specially made white
    short pants that resembled a diaper. Because of this no
    other boy would take the part and Because Kevin was the
    smallest boy in the class she had assigned the part to
    Kevin.
    	While she told the story Kevin had sat himself in a
    chair with his knees pulled up against his chest so he
    could hid his face out of embarrassment.
    	"The moment Kevin stepped out on stage and he saw all
    those people watching him he seemed to freeze on the spot.
    I could see he was really nervous. He had had just giving
    his opening line when the crowd, mostly adults, began to
    laugh. His lines were to be cute but not funny. At first
    little Kevin could not understand what he had said that
    turned this crowd into laughter. Then I noticed the
    problem. He had wet his pants. Not being a real diaper
    these shorts leaked something awful. A large darker wet
    stain had formed in front. I could see a streak of pee
    dribbling down his bare legs."
    	At this point every one in the room was laughing,
    including Mrs. Bensen. Poor Kevin tried to lower himself
    farther behind his knees.
    	The Teacher's 12 year old daughter, Joyce, sat on the
    arm of the chair next to Kevin so she could stroke his hair
    for comfort.
    	Now Mrs. Bensen continued her story.

    	"Of course the curtain had to come down. I thought
    this play was over, but Kevin bounced right back. I was so
    proud of you that day, Kevin. You were no quitter. We had
    no other short pants for you but one of the stage hands
    suggested we use a real diaper, remember that Kevin?"
    	Still too embarrassed to speak Kevin just thought to
    himself, "Sure I remember, that was one of my very first
    diaper!"
    	"This little boy looked so cute in his costume of near
    knee high socks, T-Shirt and of course that cute little
    cloth diaper we borrowed from one of the mothers. Good
    thing Kevin was as small a child as he was, even then we
    had to stretch the material around him and fasten with two
    extra large safety pins. The safety pins added much more to
    his outfit then we could ever imagine." Mrs. Bensen was
    using her hands to illustrate her point.
    	"The play continued after the short delay and the
    whole thing went on without another problem. As I remember
    it, we could not get Kevin to take the diapers off after
    the play. He just wanted to wear them home." She laughed.
    	"I remember that," Kevin's mother said, "I was the one
    that was embarrassed then, Kevin just walked to the car
    dressed as he was, I think he was mighty proud of that
    costume."
    	By now Kevin had realized they were not making fun of
    him but were sharing a very fun time in his life. But he
    was not sure he wanted his mother to be reminded of those
    times.
    	"Well, Kevin, I see you still have your diaper!" Mrs.
    Bensen smiled at him.
    	"Yep! Still!" Kevin patted his diaper making a
    plopping sound.
    	"Why don't you show Joyce around your room!" His
    mother suggested in such a way he knew she wanted to talk
    with Mrs. Bensen alone.
    	"You wanta?" Kevin asked Joyce.
    	"I would love to, Kevie," Joyce answered standing to
    her feet.
    	Anyone else who would call Kevin "Kevie" would be
    punched in the nose. But coming from Joyce somehow seemed
    OK to Kevin.
    	Just as the two started up the stairs Joyce placed
    both hands on the back of Kevin's diaper giving him a boost
    up the stairs.
    	"What she doing?" Kevin thought to himself.
    	When the reached the top of the stairs Joyce looked
    around, "Cool!"
    	"You like?" Kevin pointed around.
    	"I like... It's great!" She made her self at home
    peeking here and there.
    	But when she saw the private deck just off his bedroom
    see got really excited.
    	"OH! Kevie, perfect.....!" She ran for the sliding
    doors sliding it open then stepping out into the late
    sunlight.
    	Kevin followed her, sliding the door closed behind
    him.
    	"No one could see us up here," she observed. "Can they
    hear us talking?"
    	"Not really, but if we get too loud Mr. Potter next
    door might hear us, why?" Kevin was beginning to remember
    more and more about this strange-acting girl.
    	"Come here, Kevie!" She motioned for Kevin to sit
    beside her on a bench near the outside wall.
    	Kevin no sooner got seated then Joyce whispered into
    his ear.
    	"You started to tell them about the old barn.... that
    was suppose to be our secret, remember," She was not mad at
    him but did not want him to tell them about it.
    	"I'm sorry, it just came out!" Kevin looked into her
    eyes.
    	"That's Ok... I never told anyone either," Joyce
    looked around. "This would make a great place.... that is
    if you wanted to." She waited for him to respond.
    	Kevin thought he knew what she was referring to but
    did not want to be the first to say so. He just sat looking
    at her grinning like a silly dilly.
    	She moved over closer to him placing a hand on his
    bare thigh, fingering at his diaper. She moved her other
    and around his shoulder where she could tickle his ear.
    	Kevin began to squirm while she turned herself in such
    a way so her face was only inches from his. Before he could
    say a word she had placed her lips directly over his and
    pressed. Kevin hardly had a chance to get a second breath
    before he felt her hand slid over his diaper moving up his
    side. She put is head into a elbow lock holding him close
    as she opened her mouth for a long kiss.
    	Kevin was numb all over. When she released him from
    the kiss Kevin took a deep breath. He felt a little dizzy
    for the lack of air.
    	"Now, was that as good as the one in the barn?" Joyce
    started to return for the second kiss when Kevin managed to
    slip away from her grip.
    "Don't you like being kissed anymore?" Joyce pouted.
    	"You don't know what that does to me!" Kevin said in a
    voice little louder then a whisper.
    	"I know what it does for... ME!" She came back at him
    while teasing her finger around the front of his diaper.
    	"Shit, Joyce!" Kevin hardly ever use that word.
    "You're making me do something!"
    	"Good..... need a diaper change?" Joyce seemed quite
    eager to be of help.
    	"Not now." He was breathing faster.
    	"Not wet, not poopy? What ever could be the problem,
    Kevie... ?" She moved in closer to him again.
    	Kevin froze as she began to test his diaper with a
    gentle rubbing in the right places.
    	"I think I hear momma calling us!" Kevin held a cupped
    hand to his ear.
    	"No silly, they won't be coming up here. I know what
    they want to talk about and it will take longer then we
    will need. She gave him another long kiss only this time
    she slowly pushed a finger up under the leg of his diaper
    coming dangerously close for a boy in Kevin's condition.
    	Kevin trying to pull away fell off the bench onto the
    floor. Joyce came with him straddling his body while he
    laid helpless on his back.
    	She quickly positioned herself where she could easily
    remove his diaper.
    	"Kevie, your just soaked to the skin.... Did I cause
    you to pee your cute little old diaper?" Joyce said in a
    pitiful way.
    	Kevin was so disoriented he could not think of what to
    do.
    	In no time at all she had removed his diaper, tossing
    it off in some corner of the deck.
    	"OH! Kevie, your so cute... but I always thought you
    were. Did you know I had a crush on you!" She said as she
    ran a finger over his bare legs.
    	Then without a word to Kevin, she stretched herself
    out beside him pushing her self close to him. She placed a
    hand on his belly as if she were petting a kitten.
    	This behavior gave Kevin goose bumps as well as making
    him all mixed up. She was doing something that if she were
    a boy would cause some interaction between them. But Kevin
    felt different somehow. He had the same reactions that he
    would have if she were a boy but he responded with little
    desire to return the favor. When this activity was coming
    from a girl, it made Kevin very tense.
    	"You alright, Kevie?" She asked while using the flat
    palm of her hand to fit over his bellybutton.
    	"I don't know.... Better get a new diaper on me,"
    Kevin told her without moving a muscle.
    	"You sure you're OK?" She asked again. Just then Joyce
    gave his ear a nibble then kissed him on the cheek.
    	"OH! OH, OH!" Kevin had a really pained look on his
    face.
    	"How you feel, Kevie..?" She asked in a sweet loving
    way.
    	"I don't know!" Kevin was so confused by the feelings
    that were rushing over him.
    	The memories that day in the barn with this very same
    girl began to fill his mind. He had been affected by her
    petting then as it he was now. He knew he had to get away
    from her soon or he would just pass out.
    	What happened in the next few minutes was like a blur
    to Kevin. He felt like he was going to float up to the sky
    above. Knowing what was happening was something his mother
    would punish him for added to the confusion.
    	"How can a girl make me feel so good?" Kevin thought
    to himself.
    	Before Kevin could figure it out, Joyce sat up saying,
    "I think I better get a diaper on you!"
    	"Me too!" Kevin answered.
    	"Thank you, Kevie!" Joyce said in a very soft tone.
    	"For what?" Kevin was just coming up on his elbows.
    	Joyce said nothing but Kevin followed the direction of
    her eyes.
    	"Oh no!.... I can't help it, that just happens!" Kevin
    was referring to the object of her sight.
    	"I think it's kinda nice." She turned toward the
    dresser to get a clean diaper.
    	Kevin was speechless. "OH Wow!" was all he could
    utter.
    	Joyce made a masterpiece out of putting his new diaper
    on. She made sure every fold and every crease was set
    perfectly. She bent over giving Kevin a kiss right above
    the top of the diaper.
    	"I still have a crush on you Kevie." Joyce helped lift
    Kevin to his feet.
    	Kevin had to lean against the wall for a few moments
    before the dizziness left him.
    	"You OK?" she asked with concern.
    	"I think so..... I like the way you put on diapers!"
    He complimented her.
    	"I had a lot of practice.... I sit with five different
    boys," she said proudly.
    	"Joyce! We're leaving now," her mother called from the
    foot of the stairs.
    	"Just in time!" Joyce whispered to Kevin.
    	"Ya!" Kevin answered.
    	The two looked lovingly into each other's eyes.
    	"Are you coming back again?" Kevin asked.
    	"Maybe, I hope so," Joyce started for the stairs.
    	With all the usual good-byes and so-longs, Joyce and
    her mother were about to go out the door. Joyce suddenly
    threw her arms about the startled boy giving him a long
    kiss that raised the eyebrows of the adults. Then she ran
    for the car without looking back.
    	After the front door was shut, Kevin's mother asked
    what that was all about?
    	"I don't know..... I think she likes me!" Kevin wiped
    his mouth.
    "I think it is time your dad had that talk with you, yes I
    really do." His Mother walked off to the kitchen shaking
    her head.

    Part 53 -- Benji's Department Store Experience

    	The last time we saw Benji his mother and Donna had
    picked him up at the Diaper Club. His mother wanted him to
    go with time to Wal-Mart so she could fit him in a few
    pairs of short pants, she also wanted to get him a few long
    pants for school.
    	When they got out to the car Benji slipped into the
    back seat while his mother drove off towards Wal-Mart.
    	Donna turned around in the passenger seat to help
    Benji get dressed so he could go into the store. She helped
    him put on a pull up diaper, his old pair of shorts, his T-
    shirt he left on. He put on his socks and sandals.
    	Mrs. Lenny pulled into the parking lot finding a place
    near the front door. "Aren't we fortunate to find this
    place so close to the door, unusual," Benji's mother said.
    	Benji walked between his mother and Donna taking each
    of their hands. When they entered the door an older man
    greeted them with a friendly smile. As Benji passed by the
    man he turned his head and noticed the man was still
    looking at him. The man smiled again, Benji just walked on.
    He just knew the man noticed he was in a diaper, he just
    knew it.
    	After looking at a few boys clothes Benji's mother
    said, "I just don't see what I am looking for." Then she
    held a nice pair of shorts in front of Benji, "No! This
    isn't right either." She seemed disappointed. "Why can't
    they make shorts for boys and not these knee high cuts?"
    	About that time a lady clerk came up behind them and
    had overheard what was said. "Can I be of help?"
    	"Yes you can, thank you! Have you any little boy
    shorts that are not so long in the legs as these?" Clara
    Lenny asked.
    	"Not many get much higher then these.... But I just
    may have something in the smaller boy sizes. Is it for this
    little man here?" pointing to Benji.
    	"Yes, I want something he can play in that will not
    trip him!" Clara was a little sarcastic about it.
    	"Let me get the regular sales person for this
    section....... OH TOMMY! CAN YOU COME HERE A MOMENT?" she
    called to a young man at the check out counter a few feet
    away.
    	"WHAT YOU NEED?" he responded with the same volume of
    voice.
    	"WE NEED A PAIR OF THE REALLY SHORT SHORTS FOR THIS
    BOY, HAVE ANY?"
    	"BE RIGHT THERE!" The young man came running. He
    looked too young to be working a department but when he got
    closer they could see he was about 18 or so.
    	After explaining to him that they wanted some pair of
    shorts that were the true shorts. He explained that most
    manufacturs have not made them the past several years but
    that he had a few still unboxed in the basement, would they
    be interested if he would go get them.
    	"Please, we would appreciate it," Donna broke in.
    	While the young man was gone Donna began to look into
    other boys clothing and Benji followed his mom around as
    she put a few pair of near knee-high socks into the
    shopping cart.
    	The man returned with a arm full of boxes. "I forgot
    to measure the boy so I brought several sizes that may fit
    him."
    	Benji was asked to stand up tall as the man took his
    measuring tape and measured up his legs then around his
    waist. The man gave Benji a light taping on the butt
    saying, "you're a little wider here then some boys so I am
    not sure these will fit without being tight on you." The
    young man smiled big at Benji.
    	"He knows I have a diaper on!" Benji said to himself,
    "I just know it!" But the man said nothing but kept looking
    at Benji's bottom.
    	Benji's mother held up several shorts up to Benji
    while Donna stood back making comments about the look and
    fit. The young man just stood by but watched as each pair
    of shorts were pressed up to Benji.
    	"That's the one!" Donna had made her choice. Bight red
    with a dark blue trim each side had a small yellow strip
    running up as far as the wide elastic waistband. The bottom
    of the legs flared out giving a one inch rise in the side
    cut out.
    	"You may go the those dressing rooms and try them on
    if you like?" The salesman offered.
    	Benji took the pair of red shorts and walked toward
    the dressing rooms while Donna and Clara talked to the
    salesman. Just has he entered to the first dressing room
    Benji turned to look back. The salesman nodded towards
    Benji, "yes that is the room."
    	Benji pulled off his pants and stepped into the new
    shorts. They fit just fine but the short legs were much
    shorter then the ones he had been wearing. Looking into the
    mirror he noticed part of his pull-up diaper was showing in
    the side cut out so he pulled the shorts down from his
    waist a little. Looking over his shoulder into the mirror
    he also noticed how tight the fit over his butt leaving
    little to the imagination. He even thought he could make
    out the outline of the diapers padding that ran down the
    center.
    	Leaving his other clothes in the dressing room Benji
    walked back to his mom and Donna. No one saw that he
    arrived until the salesman happened to look up. Benji
    caught the look on his face turn into a near shock which
    the man quickly recovered.
    	"My, you look very handsome, young man!" he told Benji
    while his mom and Donna turned around.
    	Clara had him turn around every which way but she
    seemed to approve that they did fit him but barely. Because
    Donna and Benji liked them and because he could bend over
    and raise his legs with ripping she gave in and bought all
    three pairs of them. One red, one blue and one green.
    	After paying the bill and were walking on, Benji
    noticed the young man had a pleasing look on his face.
    	"I think that man was looking at my diaper," Benji
    told his mother.
    	"Nonsense, He would had no way of knowing you had a
    diaper." His mother came back at him.
    	Donna, who had been walking close behind them spoke
    up, "Don't be too sure about that."
    	Clara had Benji went on in front of them as she
    watched his but bounce as he walked.
    	"OH, that isn't so bad, I think it is just the way the
    lights hit on them," Clara remarked.
    	"Maybe so!" Donna laughed.
    	After much shopping the cart was soon full of this and
    that. They went by the drug store department.
    	"We must pick up a couple packages of diapers while
    here!" Clara bent down picking up a package containing Jr.
    size diapers.
    	Benji mentioned about the Priva diapers that Kevin
    had. "That's the kind I would like you to buy me, momma!"
    	A clerk had just walked up to them, Donna asked for
    Priva diapers but the clerk did not know about them. But
    said she would check it out with the stock boy. Meantime
    they moved over to another department.
    	The sales lady returned with the news she could not
    find the stock boy but if they could wait she would check
    out with someone else. Just then she spotted the stock boy
    a couple rows down. Catching his attention he came over and
    she asked about Priva diapers.
    	"I will go and check on them for you, I think I have
    seen something like that. They are a cloth like diaper
    aren't they? They are sold in single packages of one each I
    think."
    	Not more then a minute passed when they heard over the
    loudspeaker, "Mrs. Lenny, the Priva diapers in your boys
    size are not normally a stock item Please leave your name
    and address at the front counter, we can order them for
    you."
    	Now no one paid much attention to the announcement but
    Benji felt every eye was upon him.
    	After paying for all their purchases the trio walked
    to their car. Benji noticed several people smile at him as
    he passed by. He noticed one man had turned around and was
    walking backwards with his eyes glued on his shorts.
    	"Why is everyone looking at me that way?" Benji asked
    his mother.
    	"I don't think every one is looking but some of these
    people just like to look at a cute boy like yourself," his
    mom said.
    	"But why?" Benji was feeling self-conscious.
    	"Because you are so beautiful, I think!" Donna opened
    the back car door letting Benji enter. "Besides, part of
    your diaper is hanging out one leg."
    	On the way home Benji pulled up his T-shirt so he
    could get a better look at his new shorts. He liked the way
    they looked. Then he pulled up on his diaper so it would
    not be showing below his shorts.
    	"You should be careful how you open your legs, Benji."
    Donna remarked.
    	"Why?" Benji asked while he was opening and closing
    legs letting his knees slap against each other.
    	"Because your diaper shows!" Donna giggled.
    	"I was afraid of that," his mother answered.
    	"I'm wondering how he will get his thicker diapers
    from showing, these he has on are only thinner pull ups."
    Donna turned facing the front of the car with a great big
    pleasing grin. "I didn't think about that!"
    	"Don't you worry, Benji, I will find some way to make
    them work," his mom comforted.
    	"Heck, Aunt Clara, Benji don't mind at all. He would
    just as well go without any pants on anyway!" Donna giggled
    out loud.

    Part 54 -- Daddy Talks With Kevin

    	Kevin returned to his room after Joyce and her mother
    had left the house. His mother just witnessed her son
    getting a goodbye kiss from Joyce. She recognized it was
    not the ordinary kiss. She saw the look of surprise on
    Kevin's face, she knew he was embarrassed but with a hint
    of enjoyment. She knew it was time for a `man to man' talk
    from his father.
    	Kevin went into his bedroom giving his T-shirt a toss
    into the corner then flopped himself onto his bed. Placing
    his arms under his head with his knees drawn up, Kevin
    began to relive the last hour when he and Joyce were alone
    in this very room.
    	"What's happening to me?" asked Kevin in a low
    whisper. "How could a mere girl affect me like this" he was
    thinking.
    	Kevin stretched out his legs as he brought one hand
    down over his diaper. Somehow Kevin had been able to
    substitute Benji for Joyce in his imagination. He found it
    easier to keep consecrated having a boy instead of a girl
    in his fantasies.
    	Within the next few minutes Kevin had found the relief
    he sought for. Afterward he rolled over onto his stomach.
    	He turned his head toward the bedroom door. His heart
    suddenly began to race as he realized his father had been
    standing beside him. Kevin jumped up and turned himself so
    he was sitting on the edge of his bed.
    	"How long you been there?" Kevin asked obviously
    shaken.
    	"Long enough!" His dad answered.
    	"Oh, Oh! am I in trouble?" Kevin ducked his head.
    	"Why would you be in trouble, Kevin?" His daddy asked
    as he sat down on the bed next to his son.
    	"Mom said you wanted to talk to me about something,"
    he answered but would not look at has dad.
    	"Yes, I do have something to say, but you're not in
    any trouble, I just want to have a talk with you, OK?"
    "I guess.... but how long had you been here?" Kevin pushed
    for an answer.
    	"I just got here but you were asleep. I was just about
    to leave when you opened your eyes. Did you have a good
    dream?" His dad asked.
    	A slow smile formed over Kevin's face. "Ya! I think I
    did."
    	"I don't know just where to begin, son" his father
    placed a hand on his son's thigh giving it a nervous pat.
    "Mom tells me you had company this afternoon!"
    	"Yes, it was my old 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Bensen and
    Joyce."
    	"Who was Joyce?" His dad asked.
    	"Mrs. Bensen's daughter. Don't you remember her, she
    sat with me when I was a kid."
    	His father smiled, "Yes, come to think of it, I do
    remember her. It seemed to me she and you hit it off very
    well. How do you feel about her now?" His dad withdrew his
    hand then placed it around his son's shoulders.
    	Kevin moved himself closer to his daddy snuggling up
    next to him. He always liked to snuggle against his daddy,
    getting hugs with those big friendly hands. He reached up
    with one hand and took a hold of his daddy's hand, pulling
    it tighter around him.
    	Mr. Bensen began to tell Kevin a story of some birds
    and bees which only confused the child more than he already
    was. Kevin had no idea what his dad was trying to say. He
    was wondering what birds and bees had to do with himself.
    	"Your not getting this are you, son?" His dad had
    stopped in the middle of a sentence.
    	"I don't know.... What kind of story is this, daddy?"
    He asked. "Why do the bees make honey?"
    	"Well, making honey is not the important part of this
    story, sweetheart," Mr. Bensen thought, deeply trying to
    find another analogy.
    	"Do you understand why the birds build nests?" he
    asked his wide-eyed son.
    	Kevin had no idea what his dad was getting at. He only
    knew this was one of those rare times when he and daddy
    could sit and visit together. Kevin was trying to
    understand this big adult talk but most of it was going
    over his head.
    	"Yes, they make nests to lay eggs in."
    	"That's right!" His dad praised his son.
    	"Big deal, anyone could have gotten that one!" Kevin
    thought to himself.
    	"Have you ever wondered just where those eggs came
    from?" His dad threw out another idea.
    	Kevin thought for awhile. "From the birds, I think!"
    he beamed.
    	"Yes!" But his dad seemed to want more of an answer.
    	"Chickens are birds! We eat chicken eggs for
    breakfast," Kevin observed.
    	"Well, yes we do. But why do you suppose the birds lay
    eggs in their nest?"
    	Kevin had never giving much thought to these things
    but he was finding it very interesting. It would seem only
    logical that there was a reason for them to lay eggs.
    	"So they could sit on them?" Kevin asked.
    	"They do sit on them, remember the one in our backyard
    tree.... what happened after they sat a while?" His dad
    kept the boy thinking.
    	"We had baby birds!" Kevin announced.
    	"That's right, but what happened to the eggs?" Daddy
    asked giving another tug with is big arm around his son."
    	"The eggs turned into baby birds!" Kevin remembered
    how his mother told him this that summer.
    	"Now, how do you suppose those baby birds got into
    those eggs?" His dad seemed to like giving him puzzles. But
    this one got Kevin really thinking.
    	"I don't know. How do they, daddy?" Kevin was now
    ready for the main lesson.
    	"Thought you would never ask!" His father joked.
    	"The eggs we eat for breakfast do not have a baby bird
    inside. But yet, a baby bird will come out of the egg when
    the time is just right. Like magic, eh?" Daddy made it more
    of a mystery now. For the first time Kevin was really
    thinking how this could be.
    	"Hey son, which came first the chicken or the egg?" As
    if Kevin was not already in enough confusion now his Dad
    asked a silly question.
    	"The chicken!" Kevin quickly answered.
    	"And where do chickens come from?" His dad lead him
    on.
    	"From eggs......" Suddenly Kevin found himself in a
    circle of puzzlement.
    	"That's right... if chickens come from eggs then where
    did the first chicken come from. How did the very first
    chicken get made?" His dad asked.
    	"I don't know!" Kevin was completely stumped.
    	"That, my son, is one of the mysteries of life. We
    believe the Bible account that God made all things that
    have been made. Some people think all of it just happened
    by some accident. But in any account the chicken story is a
    good illustration of what I want to talk to you about.
    	"You want to talk to me about chickens?" Kevin was
    wondering about his Dad.
    	"No, not exactly. But I want you to think about how
    that baby chicken got into the egg," his father explained.
    	"OK!, how?" Kevin had never given things like this
    much thought.
    	"There takes both a boy chicken and a girl chicken
    before there can be any baby chickens." Dad made the
    opening statement. He continued, "There has to be a boy dog
    and a girl dog before there can be any puppies."
    	"OK, so?" Kevin began to sense his father was about to
    give him some great words of wisdom.
    	"What I mean is, it takes a boy and a girl before
    humans can have babies." His dad came to the point.
    	Kevin looked as if a light bulb just lit up in his
    head. This is one thing he had been questioning for a long
    time and got nowhere. Some of the other boys at school had
    been talking about how babies are made but he just could
    not make a connection as to why a girl would be involved
    into anything a boy could do.
    	Kevin just looked at his Dad with a blank stare.
    	"Kevin, you alright?" His father asked.
    	"Ya, but why are you telling me all this?" The boy
    asked.
    	"Good question, Champ! You mother told me you and
    Joyce were getting rather friendly. It is her idea that you
    may have some questions to ask about......, about.... well,
    you know about girls and things like that," his dad
    stuttered.
    	Kevin felt both uncomfortable and very curious at the
    same time. Part of him wanted to ask his daddy some
    questions but the other part of him wanted to just forget
    the whole thing.
    	"Daddy, can a boy get a baby when a girl kisses him?"
    Kevin finally asked.
    	"Get a baby, Oh no..... boys don't get babies. Only
    girls have babies!" his Dad was quick to correct.
    	"What is the boy supposed to do..... I mean, if she`s
    the one that has the baby why would I, I mean, why would
    she want a boy to help her?" An honest question from Kevin.
    	"Well, how should I put it....? Kevin, she can not
    have a baby unless the boy is nearby her..., Understand?"
    His Dad was beginning to feel he was in deeper then he
    cared to go.
    	"Err ah ah, if a boy gets too close to a girl she
    could have a baby?" Kevin was obviously upset.
    	"Dear, I think I may have gotten you confused.... it
    isn't just because he gets close to her..... actually he
    has to give her part of himself......" Once again his Dad
    tried to explain. "Just holding hands and kissing won't
    work."
    	Kevin listened to each of his father's words, trying
    to unscramble his meaning.
    	"What part of himself does he have to give the girl?
    Does it hurt?" He asked.
    	"Oh son, you don't understand, you don't give a part
    of you to her, you would give her some thing like.......
    Remember when we planted the garden this spring? We worked
    the soil to prepare for the seeds, then you put the seed
    into the ground. We watered it for several weeks. After a
    while we could see the baby plants growing up out of the
    ground. Well, that is something like what I am trying to
    tell you. You see, you planted the seed and in time it grew
    into a new plant. Likewise when a boy gets close to a girl
    and plants his seed she will grow a new life... a baby."
    Kevin's daddy sighed in relief.
    	Again Kevin was silent but he was thinking about what
    his daddy just told him. "Joyce got really close to me.
    Maybe she wanted some of my seeds. What are the seeds?"
    These thoughts kept going through his mind.
    	"I'm glad we had this little talk, son." His father
    patted his back then stood to his feet. "I think this will
    help you understand these things much better now."
    	His dad left the room and went down the stairs. Kevin
    dropped back on the bed with his legs hanging over the
    edge. Slapping his hand to his forehead he said out loud,
    "What was he talking about?"
    	Kevin's mom and dad met in the kitchen where a late
    dinner was being prepared.
    	"How did it go, dear." She asked her husband.
    	"I think it went very well! Kevin listened and asked a
    few questions. Yes I think it all went very well," he told
    her as he placed some food on the table for his wife.

    Part 55 --Kevin's Mom Helps to Clear it Up.

    Continued from Part 54:

    	Again Kevin was silent, but he was thinking about what
    his daddy just told him. "Joyce got really close to me.
    Maybe she wanted some of my seeds. What are the seeds?"
    These thoughts kept going through his mind.
    	"I'm glad we had this little talk, son," His father
    patted his back then stood to his feet. "I think this will
    help you understand these things much better now."
    	His dad left the room and went down the stairs. Kevin
    dropped back on the bed with his legs hanging over the
    edge. Slapping his hand to his forehead he said out loud,
    "What was he talking about?"
    	Kevin's mom and dad met in the kitchen where a late
    dinner was being prepared.
    	"How did it go, dear." She asked her husband.
    	"I think it went very well! Kevin listened and asked a
    few questions. Yes I think it all went very well." He told
    her as he placed some food on the table for his wife.
    	"Better call Kevin for dinner, we're about ready,"
    Jane Wilson asked of her husband.
    	Meantime, Kevin was still laying on his bed thinking
    over what he and his daddy just talked about. He was now
    more confused then before. Just then his dad called him to
    dinner.
    	"Kevin, I want you to help your mother clear the
    table. I must go back to the office for awhile but should
    be home before you go to bed," his dad said.
    	"Sure daddy, I'll help her." Kevin really wanted to
    ask his mother something and without his dad around it
    would be much easier.
    	"You father tells me you too had a nice talk. Did you
    learn anything?" His mother asked while he was clearing the
    table.
    	"I guess!" Kevin wanted to say more but maybe this
    wasn't the right time.
    	"I want to talk with you for just a few minutes,
    Honey!" His mother had him sit at the table while she sat
    across from him. Reaching across she took both his hands
    into hers. Kevin could feel his heart picking up a few
    beats faster.
    	"What is she going to ask me?" Kevin thought to
    himself.
    	"The other day Mrs. Lenny, Benji's mother, was talking
    with me." his mother paused for a few seconds making Kevin
    squirm on his chair. She tightened her grip on his hands as
    if she was afraid he would get up and run off.
    	Kevin would have ran off if he could have. He wasn't
    too sure of this adult talking. As his mother began to open
    her mouth to speak he somehow knew it would be about `birds
    and bees'.
    	"Honey, I know this must seem strange to you that we
    are talking with you about boy-girl relationships at this
    time, but let me explain. Mrs. Lenny had visited me a day
    or so ago and she told me something I had not been aware
    of. That night you stayed at Benji's house, would you like
    to tell me about it.... I mean did anything happen that you
    may not have understood?" His mother waited an answer. She
    did not release his hands even when he tried to withdraw
    them.
    	As for giving her an answer, Kevin was not sure what
    she knew and what she may not have known. He was not about
    to give out too much information. So he tried to stall by
    asking a few questions of his own. "What does the seed look
    like?"
    	"Seed?" His mother looked at him with a frown of
    concern.
    	"Daddy said a boy has a seed and that the girl wants
    it so she can have a baby!" Kevin was very serious about
    it.
    	"OH!.... I understand, Honey..... Daddy was trying to
    explain.... Let me see if I can help you." His mother let
    go of his hands and sat back in her chair in deep thought.
    	"First of all, Sweetheart, let me ask you what you
    know about babies!" His mother was calm. It was not like
    her to be so calm and this made Kevin feel a little uneasy.
    In the past his mother would get upset with him if he tried
    to ask these kind of questions.
    	"Mrs. Lenny had told me you slept in Donna's room the
    night you were over at Benji's house. Want to tell me about
    it?" His mother calmly asked.
    	"Oh no! who told her this?" Kevin thought. After a
    moment of thought Kevin answered, "There wasn't any other
    place to sleep, Benji and David slept together and there
    was not any more room in the their bed so Donna took me
    into her room."
    	"I know and it's alright, Mrs. Lenny told me nothing
    wrong was going on. I was just wondering what you thought
    about it." His mother raised her eye brows as she stared at
    him. This made Kevin just a little uncomfortable.
    	Kevin was no dummy, he knew what his mother was
    driving at. First his Dad, now his Mother was talking to
    him about things he was too afraid to ask about before.
    Neither his father nor mother would allow any such talk in
    the past.
    	After a period of silence his mother began talking
    again. "I noticed how much you have grown up in the last
    year. Because your grown so much I am aware you must be
    questioning the changes your body is starting tell you
    about."
    	Even though his mother did not say exactly what these
    changes were, he knew what she was saying. Joyce's visit
    got his body really started to tell him something but he
    was too ashamed to asked anyone about it.
    	"What things?" Kevin asked with mixed feelings about
    wanting to know but being afraid to hear the answer.
    	"Your father was supposed to have explained all this
    to you, but I now see he hadn't gotten through to you.....
    Ok! Kevin...... I am going to come right to the point."
    	Kevin began to squirm on his chair. He was most aware
    that some of his secrets will soon be exposed.
    	"The last time I changed your diaper your body gave me
    a sign that you were growing up. I wanted to put off this
    kind of talk to you just a little longer. Most parents
    don't know how to approach their children about sexual
    things. Neither your father nor me had any idea what was
    happening to us when around your age. In fact, most kids
    your age would never been told anything back then. It was
    always, `one day you will understand' or `when you are
    older' etc. Mrs. Lenny helped open my eyes to the fact that
    the kids of today are far more ready then we ever were and
    you have the right to know the truth."
    	"What is truth, momma?" Kevin felt he had just aged
    may more years. His mother was about to give him some big
    people talk. He was getting excited to think she would
    trust him with adult secrets.
    	"You asked what is truth, son?" His mother realized
    she had an opportunity to bring home a Sunday School
    lesson. "You remember last Sunday's message in Church where
    our Pastor talked about Jesus being questioned about his
    identity and he answered that 'I am the truth and the way
    and no man comes to the Father but by Me!" His mother never
    looked so beautiful to Kevin.
    	"Ya, I remember," Kevin answered.
    	"Remember the part when he said, `The truth will set
    you free'?" She continued.
    	"Yes,.... what does that mean? Kevin asked.
    	"It means that `that truth is eternal'..... Knowing
    the truth can set you free from being bound up in a lie. It
    means Truth makes things much more clear to you and your
    understanding will be based on what really is. It is the
    way things really are." His mother strained for more words
    to describe the meaning of Truth.
    	"OH!" This was a little over Kevin's head but he could
    see that to know the truth about something was better then
    just guessing at the answer.
    	"Sweetheart, girls are different then boys!" She told
    him.
    	"I know.... sometimes girls are a little weird.....
    But not you momma, your a girl but I love you," Kevin
    quickly covered his tracks.
    	"Thank you, dear, I love you too!" His mother
    continued, "When daddy told you the story about the birds
    and bees and seeds he was trying to tell you about one of
    life's most precious occurrence. Have you ever wondered
    where babies come from?" She asked.
    	Now Kevin was starting to feel uncomfortable. This was
    a no-no subject which he dared not to question, but now his
    own mother was about to tell him about it.
    	"Yes, I think from a mother's tummy," he responded.
    	"Have you ever wondered how it got there?"
    	Kevin thought awhile. He had heard other boys tell
    about it and some how it seemed not the subject to be bring
    up to your mother.
    	"Well, yes I think...."Kevin said slowly.
    	"It takes a mommy and a daddy. When they both love
    each other so much they will want to have a family, like
    you and us make up a family," his Mother continued.
    	"Did daddy plant a seed?" he asked.
    	"When a boy reaches about the age of 13 or so his body
    begins to change. He grows hair on his face and other parts
    of his body, his voice changes. And he begins to get more
    interested in girls." Again she took hold of his hands.
    	"More interested in girls.....!" Kevin was not sure
    this was for him.
    	"This period to time is called `Puberty,'" His mother
    explained.
    	Kevin had heard about that puberty business and was
    not too sure he wanted it. He has noticed some of the older
    boys and how they seemed uninteresting to him.
    	"Girls also go into `Puberty'. They usually go into
    puberty earlier then boys. Their bodies change from that of
    a little girl to that of a woman."
    	"Ya, Donna has big boobs and ........" Kevin never had
    a chance to finish.
    	"Those big `boobs', as you call them, will one day
    give milk to a new baby." His mother did not appreciate her
    son's reference but understood.
    	"Your body will start producing `sperm' which is the
    male seed. Do you know anything about this?" She asked her
    dazed son.
    	Kevin could not believe his mother just used that
    word. He had been with a couple of other little boys while
    an older boy showed them how he could get the `white stuff'
    to come out. He knew about that but dared not ever tell his
    parents about it.
    	Wide eyed, Kevin stared in unbelief at his mother.
    Part of him wanted to hid under the table the other part
    was becoming rather excited.
    	"How does a boy `plant' his seed?" No one ever knows
    how hard it is for a boy to ask his mother this question.
    	"First of all a `boy' don't plant his seed. That is
    saved for a very special time so when the baby is made
    there will be both a momma and a daddy. But to answer your
    question......" His mother paused before continuing.

    Part 56 -- Kevin's Mom Helps 2

    	"Does that mean boys can't make babies?" Kevin asked.
    This has been worrying him. He and Joyce had been doing a
    lot of kissing and things and he was worried this may have
    caused Joyce to have a baby.
    	"I didn't say that, I said anyone should be careful
    what they are doing unless they are married and ready to
    make babies. However, boys your age usually are not yet
    able to make babies. Some where around 13 or so you will
    become a young man, it is called `puberty,'" His mother
    answered.
    	Kevin sighed with relief. He had been feeling guilty
    every since his dad brought up the idea of seed planting.
    	Kevin's mother went on explaining how he will be
    changed from a little boy into a young man. She gave him
    information that will help him enter into this time of
    puberty without fear of what was happening to himself.
    	"There will be times when you will feel the need to be
    alone so you can sort out these new feelings that will come
    over you. I want you to know it is `alright' for you to
    have these feelings. Nothing is wrong with you, it is just
    part of your being a boy. You must learn to control them."
    His mother just opened another cause for conversation.
    	Kevin was well aware of the feelings she was telling
    about. He has been having `feelings' for as long as he can
    remember but lately these feelings had been increasing so
    much he wasn't sure he could control them.
    	"How? I mean.... I..." Kevin wanted to tell her how he
    felt but just couldn't find words to express himself.
    	Kevin's mom smiled at him. She was trying to think how
    she would tell him these delicate things without upsetting
    her son.
    	"Sweetheart, I know you have been experimenting with
    these things. All boys do time to time. I just want you to
    know it is alright as long as you do so in private. When
    other people can see you it is not right. Do you
    understand?"
    	Kevin mustered up a weak "yes!" then in a wave of
    embarrassment he asked his mother, "Did you ever see me....
    you know... doing something....?"
    	"I consider you a very normal boy and don't have to
    had seen you but..... yes, I have." His mother was honest
    with him.
    	Kevin's eyes widened. Just the idea that his mother
    had watched him fondle himself caused his face to redden.
    While he felt some shame and guilt he ducked his head and
    muttered, "I'm sorry!"
    	His mother got up from her seat and walked around the
    table then sat in the chair next to her son. She put her
    arms around him holding him close to herself.
    	"Kevin, I am not mad at you... I know I sometimes come
    on as if I am but I am not. I just thought we could
    continue to put off talking about these things until your
    older but I was wrong. I am the one that is sorry... Will
    you please forgive me?"
    	Kevin felt the most love he ever felt from his mother.
    It was like a load too heavy was lifted from his shoulders.
    He did not know if he should shout for joy or not.
    	Looking up into his mothers face, Kevin asked, "Do
    girls ever feel this way, too?"
    	"Yes they do.... It is because of this development in
    the human body that draws boys and girls together so they
    want to be with each other, it is the nature of things.
    Having boyfriends and girlfriends that want to share with
    you is what it is all about." His mother's statement once
    again triggered something in Kevin.
    	Pulling himself back and sitting up in his chair Kevin
    asked, "Then it is alright to.... to do... err....is it
    alright to play around with girls and boys!" There, he said
    it, what was on his mind, didn't his mother just say it was
    alright to share?
    	His mother was caught by surprise. She had not
    prepared herself for this. But did she understand what he
    was saying.....?
    	"What do you mean by `playing around?'" She asked.
    	"You know.... what you were saying that boys and girls
    can share and all!" This was something new for Kevin.
    	"OH NO! if you mean to experiment your feelings with a
    girl... at your age... Oh no! That is a complete NO-NO!
    What I meant was, it is alright to have a girlfriend that
    you can share your time with..... how should I put this?
    ..... Ok, it is Ok for you to have a girl that is your
    friend, you can go to the movies together, share your toys
    and just be friends. This way you can learn about girls
    better and she can learn about you. And you may just find I
    like her very much, this is called puppy love. Later you
    will share more and more of yourself this is called
    courting, where a boy and girl are getting more serious
    about each other and want to spend more and more time
    together. This then can lead to marriage and to a family."
    	Kevin was not ready to hear about marriage just yet.
    He hardly even got to like girls yet. In fact he had not
    the same interest in girls as he had in boys.
    	"Mom.... can boys make babies with boys?" An honest
    question from Kevin.
    	Now his mother was really taken back. She just sat
    looking at her son in shock. Why would her son ask such a
    question? She decided to take his question as an inquiry
    and not as .... whatever she first thought.
    	"Why do you ask, Kevin?" she quietly asked.
    	"Well, if boys like each other and want to... well you
    know... play around... could they have a baby?" Kevin felt
    better now that he had gotten the words out. But he was not
    sure his mother really understood him.
    	"Honey, I may have not made myself clear. It takes a
    boy and a girl to make a baby. Two girls can not make
    babies, neither can two boys. Boys have the seed, girls
    have the place to plant it. The baby grows inside the girl
    until it is ready to be born. A boy has not a place into
    which a baby could develop. So the answer is no, boys
    cannot have babies!"
    	His mother still had the look of concern on her face
    but realized just how little her son knew about the facts
    of life. She was wondering if her waiting so long about
    telling him had already done him some harm.
    	"But why do you ask about it?" She continued to
    question him.
    	Kevin was glad to hear that playing with other boys
    would not make a baby but was confused as to if his mother
    was telling him he could play with other boys or not.
    	But Kevin also realized he may have opened a can of
    worms by asking such a question. Had his mother known of
    his activities with David and Benji? He just did not know
    if he should continue this conversation.
    	"Well, I..... well, I was wondering if two boys wanted
    to... would you let me do it?" Kevin stuttered.
    	"What on earth are talking about, son?" his mother
    asked with concern. "Have those other diaper boys been up
    to something..... are you up to something?"
    	"Never mind," Kevin said.
    	"No, I must have misunderstood you, you were about to
    ask me something. It is alright to ask."
    	"Can I have Benji over again, we had so much fun?"
    Kevin begged.
    	"Yes, I would think it would be Ok. Mrs. Lenny had
    hoped you would come over and stay with Benji some
    weekend."
    	"Great! I want to go, can I go this weekend?" Kevin
    asked.
    	"We'll see, later." His mother promised.
    	Kevin thought a little then asked, "Can I have Joyce
    over also?" Kevin looked his mom in the eye.
    	"Of course not..... Boys don't spend the night with
    girls, for heaven's sake, what would people think?" His
    mother was acting like her old self.
    	"Oh! I'm sorry....! It is Ok for a boy to stay with
    another boy but not with a girl?" Kevin seemed a bit
    pleased with his mother's answer.
    	"It is alright for you to have a boy to stay overnight
    some times but never a girl, Kevin I am surprised at you,
    really!"
    	Kevin was greatly relieved to know he would not have
    to spend the night with a girl, even if it were Joyce or
    Donna. At first he thought his mother was going to make him
    stay with a girl and that would just never do.
    	"I want to call up Benji... tell him I could come over
    and spend the night, Ok mom?"
    	"Well, I suppose if it is alright with his mother."
    	"Thanks mom!" and with that Kevin ran to the phone.
    	"Guess what, Benji..... Mom said it was alright for us
    to play around but we can't have any girls there!" Kevin
    said to his friend Benji.
    	"That's what I thought too but she said she wants us
    boys to learn about things with out girls, isn't that
    great!
    	"Uh! Uh! Ya... that what she said, I swear she did...
    Ok! see ya this weekend. by!" Kevin hung up the phone,
    jumped into the air saying a loud, YES!

    Part 57 -- Benji and Kevin.

    	"I want to call up Benji... tell him I could come over
    and spend the night, Ok mom?"
    	"Well, I suppose if it is alright with his mother."
    	"Thanks mom!" and with that Kevin ran to the phone.
    	He could hardly wait for Benji to answer the phone.
    	"Guess what, Benji..... Mom said it was alright for us
    to play around but we can't have any girls there!" Kevin
    said to his friend Benji.
    	"Donna is the only girl here, but are you sure....
    about messing around? Doesn't sound like your mom at all."
    Benji answered.
    	"That's what I thought, too, but she said she wants us
    boys to learn about things, but did not want me to, you
    know, be around any girls.... I don't think Donna counts.
    Isn't that great!"
    	"Come on! She really told you that?" Benji questioned.
    	"Uh! Uh! Ya... that what she said, I swear she
    did...!" Kevin answered.
    	"Perfect! Mom and Dad both will be gone this weekend
    but mom told me you could come over if Donna watches over
    us." Benji said.
    	Ok! see ya this weekend. ....By!" Kevin hung up the
    phone, jumped into the air saying a loud, YES!
    	"What you so excited about, Kevin?" His mother asked.
    	"Mom, you're the greatest. I love you so....!" Kevin
    gave his startled mother a hug around the waist.
    	"I love you, too..... but what brought all this on?"
    She patted his back with compassion.
    	Continuing to hug his mom, Kevin answered, "Not every
    boy's mother is so understanding!"
    	"Well, I hope to be understanding when it comes to
    you, Kevin." Still she looked puzzled.
    	"Why do some boys want to have girls around anyway?"
    Kevin sat down propping one leg over the other.
    	His mother looked rather surprised, "Don't you want
    girls to be around you?"
    	"Heck no, not when I can have a choice!" Kevin was
    very sure of himself.
    	"I thought you and Joyce got alone very well, are you
    telling me you did not enjoy having her visit you?"
    	"Joyce was, OK!" Kevin giggled. "But most girls are
    so..... so.... silly!"
    	"Silly?" His mom started to laugh.
    	"Ya! But I don't like being alone with them, I want
    friends like Benji and David to be around, but girls just
    get in the way." Kevin answered.
    	"Get in your way.... Kevin..... I am a girl, am I
    getting in your way?" His mother asked with just a little
    hurt in her voice.
    	"Oh no, mommy, your not a girl.... your my mom!" He
    quickly re-countered his statement.
    	"Well for your information, mother's are girls also."
    She stated with a laugh.
    	Now Kevin knew that but had just never thought about
    it so much before, "But, Mom, your different!" Kevin
    shifted himself on the chair allowing his knees to spread
    apart giving his diaper full view to his mother.
    	"Thank you, Kevin.... I am glad you realize I am
    different!" Again she laughed.
    	"Mom!" Kevin was about to ask another question that
    was on his thoughts.
    	"Yes, what's going through that mind of yours now?"
    she knew he had something on his mind.
    	"Do girls... I mean, do girls like to.... play
    around?" Kevin felt his mother would give him the right
    answer to this mystery.
    	His mother was not ready for such a question. She
    thought she understood his meaning but did not want to
    answer until she was sure. Several things were going
    through her thinking at this time.
    	"Why do you ask?" She probed. "What do you mean by
    `play around'?"
    	"Well, you know....like us boys do!" His eyes watched
    for any sign of approval or disapproval. This question was
    very important for Kevin.
    	Kevin grabbed the chair with both hands as he scooted
    himself towards the edge of the seat. His mother was about
    to give him an answer. He watched her lips as they parted
    to speak.
    	"Honey, girls are very interested in boys, they want
    to understand them as much as boys want to understand
    girls. Some girls are more ready for boys then others.
    Girls have much the same feelings as boys do." She knew
    this would not fully explain what Kevin was getting at but
    it was a start.
    	"But I don't like girls to be hanging around me so
    much!" Kevin showed powerful signs that he and girls would
    not get along so well.
    	"Do they hang around you?" His mother was mussed at
    his answer.
    	"Sometimes!" he said, "like when Joyce was here, she
    made me feel funny....!"
    	"In what way did she cause you to feel funny?" His
    mother asked.
    	"When she changed me...!" Kevin cut it short when he
    got the feeling he was telling his mom something he
    shouldn't.
    	But it was too late. His mother picked up the clue
    that Joyce and her son had been into some kind of forbidden
    play. At first she was upset but as she sat quietly before
    she asked questions, she was able to control her emotions.

    Part 58 -- Benji and Kevin.

    	"Kevin, I know boy and girl relationships will
    sometimes go beyond innocent play. Now tell me just what
    happened when she changed you." She was determined to keep
    an open mind about this delicate situation.
    	Kevin sensing his mother's disappointment in his
    statement, so he backed down.
    	"Nothing happened, really!" Kevin would rather lie
    then get his mother upset over something that seemed
    unimportant.
    	"Honey, I am not upset at you and I promise I will
    keep whatever you tell me to myself. It is only that I love
    you and want to know about your activities so I can help
    you as you grow up. Now, I want to know about what happened
    up in your room the day Joyce spent so much time with you."
    	Kevin leaned back on his chair but had to catch
    himself from sliding off the edge because of the slick
    diaper under him.
    	Kevin began to relate how Joyce helped him change. How
    she spent time washing him and his reaction to her
    touching. Before he finished he had even revealed what
    happened out on the enclosed porch just off his bedroom.
    Kevin had a good feeling of relief by telling all this to
    his mother but realized he had told some things he promised
    to keep to himself.
    	"I am a little shocked to hear you tell me these
    things, Kevin. But I promised to listen and I am glad you
    decided to tell me all about it. No great harm has happened
    so I will keep this to myself, but I want you to promise me
    you will leave girls alone and not let them get into your
    diapers anymore, when you get older you will understand
    what I am trying to tell you." His mother was willing to
    drop the whole conversation because it was getting a little
    deeper then even she was willing to go.
    	Kevin agreed, although he had his fingers crossed
    behind his back. For now it was easy for Kevin to agree, he
    was not interested in girls for full time relationships.
    	"Can I go to Benji's now?" He asked.
    	"That's a good idea.... I think Benji would be a good
    influence on you."
    	Just as Kevin went out the front door heading for
    Benji's house, his dad came in the back door.
    	"Am I ever glad to see you.... we have to talk about
    our son... did you know he has been evolved with girls?"
    Jane Wilson said to her husband.
    	"No kidding!" answered Charles with a grin.
    	"This is no joke... starting at this age we could be
    grandparents before he is 16." Jane was very serious.
    	"Sweetheart, this may come to you as a shock, but boys
    will chase after girls and girls after boys, that is the
    order of things. Right now Kevin is trying out his boyhood
    to discover where he fits in. He'll be alright!"
    	"But....... But......!" she said.
    	"Remember you and I? It seems I recall a time in grade
    school when we were alone up in your room, remember
    we.......!" Charles recalled.
    	"That was different.....!" She cut Charles sort.
    	"Just how different could it be?" he asked.
    	"I wouldn't let you touch me, remember?" She moved
    over closer to her husband.
    	"Ya, I remember... But you touched me....!" he
    giggled.
    	"Well, that was different! Besides, mom and dad just
    drove into the driveway and a good thing too, you were
    about to strip off your pants, that I do remember." Jane
    poked her husband.
    	"Did you know it took me a week to get over that!" He
    took his wife into his arms giving her a hug.
    	"I think our boy went a lot farther then that!" she
    reported.
    	"No kidding! That little devil!" He laughed with the
    sound of pride in his voiced.
    	She pulled back away from him, looked him right into
    the eye, "he's only 10 years old!"
    	"Nearly 11. In some societies he would be given a wife
    by now!" Kevin's dad joked.
    	"Charles!" she called out, "You can't approve of his
    actions?"
    	"Boys will be boys, my dear, can't hold back laws of
    nature."
    	Meantime, Kevin had arrived at Benji's house. Benji
    had been watching for his friend from the living room
    window, so by the time Kevin had reached the porch Benji
    had opened the front door.
    	"Hi! I'm glad you got to come over tonight!" Benji
    motioned for Kevin to enter the house.
    	"Me too!" Kevin's eyes scanned down Benji's body
    stopping to take in the diaper he had on.
    	"You like?" came a voice from across the room. It was
    Donna slumped over the chair under the lamp holding a open
    book in her hands.
    	"Ya, I do!" Kevin smiled ear to ear.
    	And that diaper was all Benji had on, the rest of him
    was just himself. The white cloth diaper fit so nice it was
    as if it were a part of Benji himself. And those safety
    pins added the finishing touch riding high up his thigh.
    	Kevin began to wiggle out of his shorts, then pulled
    his T-shirt over his head. Donna looked up from her book
    with a twinkle in her eye. Benji did not wait to be invited
    but gave his friend a helping hand with getting stripped
    down for the overnight diaper sleep-in.
    	Donna called over to the boys asking if Kevin would
    like her to diaper him in one of the cloth diapers. She
    noticed his was coming unsnapped on both sides and was not
    giving a good fit.
    	"Sure!" was the reply, "But I'm not supposed to let
    girls do it for me anymore."
    	"Why not?" Donna had laid her book down so she could
    pull out a pre-cut cloth diaper from the diaper bag next to
    her chair.
    	"I don't know... Mom just don't want me being touched
    by a girl, I guess." Kevin had no intention to pass up a
    nice diaper change so he laid down in front of Donna
    spreading into the diaper change position.
    	Donna was on her knees bending over Kevin, "What do
    you feel about that?" Then she pulled his diaper loose
    letting the front fall down to the floor exposing Kevin's
    true condition.
    	"We're going to be doing a lot of touching to get that
    mess cleaned up." Donna got up so she could go get a warm
    damp cloth.
    	While she was gone, Benji bent down to take a look.
    "Wow! you sure messed them!"
    	"I did?" Kevin questioned.
    	"Didn't you know you pooped your diaper?" Benji backed
    away allowing Donna room.
    	"Guess I just did it.... I didn't know when!" Kevin
    started to sit up but Donny pushed him back down. Then
    taking a strong grip on his ankles she lifted him off the
    floor feet first. She pulled the dirty diaper out and had
    Benji placed the changing mat under him. She began to wipe
    the warm cloth over his butt turning the wash rag many
    times until she had to return to the bathroom to rinse it
    out.
    	When she returned she brought along a can of
    freshening spray, "Here, Benji, use this and see if we can
    make the room smell better."
    	"Gotta do something before mom and dad get home,"
    Benji explained to Kevin.
    	By the time Donna was ready to fit the diaper, Kevin
    was feeling rather good, and he showed it very plainly.
    	"Thank you, Kevin!" Donna giggled.
    	"Why you thanking me, I should thank you!" Kevin
    brought his legs together as Donna worked the pins into
    place.
    	"Accepted..... and given," she told him, "It is so
    nice when boys show their appreciation."
    	All three giggled knowing just what she was talking
    about.
    	Just then a car drove into the driveway.
    	"Mom and Dad are here!" Benji ran to the door.
    	Donna quickly folded up the dirty diaper, gave the
    room one more spray then left for the washroom. Diaper-clad
    Kevin waddled over next to Benji.

    Part 59 -- At the Movies

    	"Mom and Dad are here!" Benji ran to the door.
    	Donna quickly folded up the dirty diaper, gave the
    room one more spray then left for the washroom. Diaper-clad
    Kevin waddled over next to Benji.
    	Mr. Lenny came into the house carrying a large box of
    groceries. Behind him was Clara carrying a smaller sack.
    The boys offered to give them a hand.
    	Tom sat the big box on the kitchen table, "Thanks
    Benji, I needed that help."
    	"You too, Kevin, I don't think I could have made it to
    the kitchen without your help."
    	"Ah, it was nothing," Kevin answered rather shyly.
    	Tom looked at the boys with his eyes moving from their
    head to their feet and back up to the diapers. "I must say,
    you boys look very fresh in those clean white diapers."
    	"Thank you Mr. Lenny, Donna got me changed just before
    you came home." Kevin proudly patted his clean cloth
    diaper. He pulled gently at the two safety pins holding
    each side together.
    	Donna came out from the washroom. "Let me help you put
    those groceries away."
    	"It is so nice to have you kids help us like you do, I
    just appreciate it so much," Clara complemented.
    	"That's right, I think your boys deserve an extra
    treat tonight!" Tom gave each a grin.
    	"What about me, Uncle Tom, what about me?" Donna was
    not going to be left out. After all, she was also helping.
    	"We're not leaving you out, sweetheart," Tom answered
    with a grin.
    	"What is the treat, Daddy." Benji knew it must be
    something special.
    	"How would all of you like to go out to the movies
    tonight?" Clara asked.
    	"Sure!" was the cry from all three.
    	"What's playing tonight?" Donna asked.
    	"It's called, `Overcome'! It is about Jeffery Davis
    and his recovery from the accident that killed his family
    in 1988."
    	"I hope it isn't a sad show, I might cry like I did
    the last time." Kevin had a look of sadness on his face.
    	"Well, the accident part was sad, but this movie is
    more about Jeffery as he recovered from that accident. I
    thought you kids might enjoy it because of your interest in
    diapers, you see, Jeffery had to be kept in diapers after
    that." Tom explained.
    	"Oh, I remember reading about this movie. It is a
    foreign movie, isn't it? Wasn't it filmed in Italy?" Donna
    asked.
    	"I bet they cut out the best parts," Kevin commented.
    	"On the contrary, Kevin, this showing is uncut, so all
    scenes will be shown."
    	"I bet they don't show him being diapered!" Benji had
    not shown any emotion about the movie yet.
    	"Now, why would you want to watch a boy getting
    diapered?" Clara Lenny asked.
    	Both Benji and Kevin stood there smiling. Donna spoke
    up, "Because they like to see other boys in diapers!"
    	"Ya, so do you!" Kevin came back.
    	"They are kinda cute!" Donna admitted.
    	"Well, I think there are a few scenes showing him and
    other boys being diapered and a lot of boys in diapers,"
    Tom Lenny told the boys.
    	"Can we wear our diapers to the movie?" Benji asked.
    	"Matter of fact, Boys, I understand most the Diaper
    Boy's Club will be there," Clara announced.
    	"That's right, son, Marshall will be over to pick you
    guys up so you can go as a group. We will be there, too,
    but you guys will be seated together.
    	Just then the doorbell rang. Donna answered the door
    to find Marshall and two of the club boys standing at the
    door. All were in diapers and the Club's T-shirt, near
    knee-high socks and sandals.
    	"Hi guys, wait till we get in uniform! We will be with
    you in a moment," Benji called out as he pulled Kevin
    towards his bedroom.
    	Quickly the boys got into their Club T-shirts. Soon
    they were seated in the back seat of Marshall's mothers
    car. Bobby Jones was one of the boys sitting next to them.
    	"Nice-looking diapers you both have, I love the baby
    pins. I notice you do not have Plastic panties on.... sure
    hope you don't have to poop or pee a lot.... it could
    leak." Bobby kept looking at Kevin's diaper.
    	Having Bobby looking him over like that made Kevin
    feel uncomfortable. Kevin moved closer to Benji. Bobby
    giggled to himself but gave Kevin respect.
    	Soon as the car pulled up in front where the boys were
    ushered into the theater by the manager.
    	Benji noticed several older people standing in the
    ticket line that were pointing as they walked into the
    theater. At first he felt a little embarrassment but when
    he heard what the Theater Manager would say he puffed up in
    some pride.
    	"You boys are to be honored tonight, so we have a
    seating area roped off just for you," the manager said as
    he pointed the direction. "I just think it is very brave of
    all of you to come dressed as you are....... with
    diapers.... !" he continued.
    	Kevin turned his head toward the Manager as they
    walked towards their seats. He noticed the look on his face
    as each diapered boy walked pass him. He tapped Benji on
    the shoulder so he could see it, too. The manager looked
    pleased at each boy feasting on the diaper before him.
    	The two boys giggled at what they saw going on. Bobby
    also noticed, "See that, he's turned on by our diapers."
    Then he laughed out loud.
    	Benji kept looking around to see if he could find his
    Mom, Dad and Donna. But his eyes met with a young girl that
    winked at him then placing her hand to her mouth she threw
    him a kiss.
    	"Hey! It's Jenny Meyers!" Benji held up his hand and
    wiggled his fingers in a baby wave.
    	"You like her, don't you?" Kevin whispered.
    	"I like her, yes, she was the first girl to change
    me," Benji said, remembering the tree house answered in a
    low whisper.
    	"I know, you told me the whole story." Kevin turned
    back towards the movie screen, "Wish she had changed me,
    too."
    	"You like her, too?" Benji asked.
    	"She's alright!" Kevin answered as he took another
    took her way. "For a girl!" he added.
    	"You're sure acting strange about girls Kevin, what's
    up?" Benji asked.
    	About that time the lights dimmed and the film reel
    lit up the screen. The boys settled back to enjoy the
    movie.
    	Benji took one last look behind him, he spotted his
    family several rows back. Just as he started to face the
    screen he noticed Jenny who once again waved at him. Benji
    smiled then turned toward the movie.

    Part 60 -- The Movie - 2

    	"You're sure acting strange about girls, Kevin, what's
    up?" Benji asked.
    	About that time the lights dimmed and the film reel
    lit up the screen. The boys settled back to enjoy the
    movie.
    	Benji took one last look behind him, he spotted his
    family several rows back. Just as he started to face the
    screen he noticed Jenny who once again waved at him. Benji
    smiled then turned toward the movie.
    	A short cartoon about "The Rugrats" was shown followed
    by pre-views. Finally the main attraction. All the kids
    stomped their feet and yelled, "Yaaaaaaaa!" Then quieted
    down soon as the titles were over and the show began.
    	The movie showed the 1988 accident scenes of 8 year
    old Jeffery Davis then quickly switched to his 4 week
    hospital and therapy leading to his full recovery. The
    group of diaper boys became very quiet during a scene
    showing Jeffery being diapered by one of the nurses.
    Jeffery had a wetting accident while being examined by the
    nurse completely soaking his bed. The embarrassed boy was
    comforted by the nurse while she cleaned him up then began
    to diaper him. She explained that it was not his fault but
    that he was hurt during the auto accident. She further
    explained that he may have to wear diapers for a long time.
    Jeffery was not too happy to hear her say that.
    	"But I am not a baby!" he insisted. "I don't wanta
    wear a old baby diaper!"
    	The nurse continued pinning him until she had
    finished. She pulled the sheet over the crying boy then
    leaned over him in a loving way, brushing his brow talking
    softly and gently to the young boy. "It's going to be
    alright, Jeffery, it's going to be alright." The nurse told
    him she had taken care of several boys that had to wear
    diapers and each of them recovered just fine even if they
    had to wear diapers the rest of their lives. She laughed as
    she told him about one little boy, "He was about your age,
    and just like you, he struggled about having to be
    diapered, but in a short time he was able to exchange the
    diaper for underpants because he was fully healed. Guess
    what! That was over five years ago but he went back to
    diapers and wears them to this day."
    	"But.... you said he didn't need to use them any
    more.... how come he still wears them?" Jeffery had asked.
    	The nurse leaned over and gave Jeffery a kiss on the
    forehead, "Because he liked the feel of them... and some
    other things!" she grinned at the wide-eyed boy.
    	Kevin leaned over to Benji and whispered, "I bet he
    will like them, too!"
    	"Ya, I'm sure he will" Benji whispered back.
    	"SHHHHH!" Bobby Jones putting his finger to his lips.
    	"OK! OK" answered Kevin.
    	For a time Jeffery would pull his sheet over himself
    when ever someone came into his room. The nurse realized
    the diapers were causing Jeffery a problem so one day she
    brought a couple of other little boys into visit with
    Jeffery.
    	Soon as the camera exposed the two boys a lot of "OH's
    and Ah's" went up in the theater.
    	Kevin was sitting on the edge of his seat with his
    eyes glued to the screen. "Wow!" was all he could say.
    	The scene was two diapered boys around 9 or 10 years
    old. They proudly walked right up to where Jeffery was
    laying in bed and introduced themselves.
    	Jeffery was so surprised to see these boys in only a
    diaper he totally forgot to pull the sheet over himself.
    	The nurse stood at the door way for awhile then she
    left the boys to visit with each other.
    	Each boy told his own story about why he was wearing
    diapers and how much they learned to like doing so. "At
    first I was ashamed but then I learned it was not my fault
    and that I could stay dry. But I also found that having an
    nice clean, warm and thick diaper on could make me feel
    good, too!"
    	The other boy spoke up, "I would make a mess in my
    bed, diapers kept my pants and bed clean. I pooped a lot!"
    	The Diaper Club boys laughed when he told how he used
    to poop his pants.
    	By the time the nurse returned all three boys had
    bonded as friends. Jeffery was lying on top of his sheet
    while the other boys were sitting beside him on the bed.
    	The Diaper Club watched as the movie showed how
    Jeffery did his walking therapy. Many great shots showing
    the boy waddling down the halls with his thick diaper
    swinging side to side.
    	One scene showed Jeffery being changed by a male
    nurse. "I got good news for you, Jeffery...... You're going
    home tomorrow!"
    	Jeffery's eyes lit up for joy. "Really, I am going
    home?"
    	"Yes you are!" The male nurse said.
    	"But I still have to wear a diaper." Although Jeffery
    still had some embarrassment about his protective
    underwear, his question did not carry the same fear as
    before.
    	"I think you should.... Jeffery, are you worried about
    what other people may think?" The nurse pulled the diaper
    tight as he inserted one of the safety pins.
    	"A little," he answered.
    	"Just between you and me, Jeffery...." The man
    whispered in the boys ear, "I will miss you a lot. You're
    one of my favorite boys on this ward."
    	"Really! Why?" Jeffery sat up just as nurse fastened
    the last safety pin.
    	"I think.... I think your the cutest one I ever
    saw....!" with that the man patted the diaper lightly.
    Jeffery threw both hands around the man's neck giving him a
    tight hug.
    	"I love you!" Jeffery started to cry with his head
    pushing deep into the man's shoulder.
    	This was one of the most touching scenes leaving most
    of the diaper boys with tears in their eyes.
    	Kevin noticed what others may have overlooked. "Did
    you see that man nurse feeling over Jeffery's diaper?"
    	Benji asked, "He was just petting it. What did you
    think he was doing?"
    	Kevin giggled, "Giving Jeffery a rub down!"
    	"Kevin, you're sure strange lately, the man is his
    nurse and it is his job to change him. I think your getting
    horny!" Benji gave Kevin a thump on the arm.
    	"Aowgh! what you do that for?" Kevin rubbed his arm.
    	"To give you something else to think about," Benji
    giggled.
    	Bobby Jones leaned over, "Quiet! I can give you
    something else to think about, Kevin, if you want."
    	Kevin moved closer to Benji, "No thanks, Bobby, you're
    too anxious!"
    	Bobby puckered up his lips and made smacking sounds,
    "I could make you a little anxious too, Kevie Baby!" With
    that Bobby smiled while sticking his thumb into his mouth.
    	Benji, having observed all this, told Bobby, "leave
    him alone, you pervert."
    	Bobby just winked back at Benji then dropped the smut
    talk.
    	Benji took his eyes off the screen for a moment to
    look around. To his surprise the boy behind him was sitting
    with his feet pulled up on his seat, knees spread apart.
    The boy was unaware he was being watched as he continued to
    feel over the front of his diaper. It was then Benji
    realized the diaper showed signs of being soaked. Benji
    turned back toward the screen only to find he himself felt
    the first pangs of having to pee. He tried to hold it in
    but finally gave in to the urge.
    	It wasn't until the lights went on that Benji realized
    his cloth diaper had wet clear through and left a big
    yellow wet spot in front and down between his legs. How he
    wished he had his usual pair of Molicare's.
    	But it wasn't long before Benji realized he was not
    the only wet or messy boy among the Diapered boys.
    	While the boys filed out of the theater Jenny came up
    beside Benji taking a hold of his hand. Benji smiled then
    gently squeezed her hand.
    	"I am so proud of you, Benji!" Jenny snuggled over
    against him.
    	"Why, Jenny?" Benji almost swooned as he said her
    name.
    	"Because you're the most bravest boy I ever known,"
    She answered.
    	"Bravest?" Benji seemed surprised, "I didn't do
    anything to be brave."
    	"Yes, you did..... you wore only a diaper to the
    movie..... !" She responded.
    	Looking around Benji answered back, "So did all the
    other Club Members!" he countered.
    	"But I get to change YOUR diaper!" She said proudly
    with a bit of anxiousness in her voice.
    	Benji knew he had wet his diaper. He could feel the
    wetness against his flesh. He was afraid to look down at
    himself for fear it would draw too much attention.
    	"I can wait till I get home." Benji smiled back at
    her.
    	"No need to wait... Some of us girls are waiting
    outside to give you boys nice clean soft diapers." She
    pulled Benji along leading him toward the exit door.
    	"Not.... outside in front of every one!" Benji stopped
    while Jenny continued to pull on his hand.
    	"Of course not, silly, we have a van parked in front,
    we will change you boys there."
    	When they got outside the theater Benji was
    horrorstruck to see the local Diaper Service truck parked
    with it's two back doors wide open. Several girls were
    standing around giggling while pointing toward the diaper
    boys.
    	A hand reached out and touched Benji on his shoulder.
    It was Kevin.
    	"What is going on?" Kevin asked.
    	"Pee U, Kevin..... you pooped your diaper, wow!" Benji
    stepped aside.
    	"Can't be that bad, I held the rest after I lost a
    little." Kevin's face showed he needed to finish the job.
    	About that time one of the girls standing behind the
    Diaper truck came over to Kevin and hurried him into the
    open back doors. Jenny and Benji stood watching as Kevin's
    diaper was being removed.
    	No sooner had this girl opened the boy's diaper then
    he let out the rest making a larger mess on the floor of
    the truck. A call brought a couple other girls to lend a
    hand.
    	After Kevin stepped out of the truck wearing a new
    clean white Depend the girls sprayed the interior of the
    truck then all eyes were on Benji as he was lifted into the
    Diaper truck and placed in the changing position.
    	Jenny pushed the other girls aside as she got down on
    her knees unpinning the wet diaper. Several of the other
    girls were straining to watch as his diaper came off. Benji
    turned several colors of red as his embarrassment rose to
    his face.
    	Under the management of Jenny's expert diaper changing
    techniques he was soon on his feet exiting the truck. Benji
    could hear clapping as he made his way to Mr. Lenny's car.
    	Arriving back home both Benji and Kevin gave a sigh of
    relief.
    	"Bed time boys, time to hit the hay," Mr. Lenny
    pointed toward their room.
    	"Don't think we could go to sleep, Mr. Lenny!" Kevin
    suggested they watch TV or something.
    	"No, you boys go to bed, I will be in to tell you a
    bedtime story. That will put you to sleep." Tom Lenny told
    them.

    Part 61 Coming.