    	I woke up on Wednesday morning and decided to put on a
    diaper. I selected a medium-weight white cotton adult
    diaper and spread it out on the bed. I folded the top down
    about 5 inches, and folded the sides inward at the bottom.
    I lay down naked on the diaper and pulled it up between my
    legs. I pinned it snugly at the sides with large steel
    safety pins.
    	Next I stood in front of the mirror and checked the
    diaper. The soft cotton fit snugly around my crotch and
    felt very good. The safety pins at each side holding the
    diaper's sides together looked good. Then I pulled on a
    pair of transparent plastic pants, and ran my finger around
    the waistband and legbands to make sure the diaper was
    completely covered. Next I put on my street pants. When I
    had my shirt tucked in and zipped up my pants and fastened
    the top button, you couldn't see I had a diaper on. There
    was only a very slight bulge in the crotch of my pants, but
    nothing noticeable.
    	Then I went out and waited for the school bus. I went
    to classes until noon, and then headed for my lunch break.
    I got my sack lunch out of my locker and sat at a table in
    the cafeteria. I ate my sandwich and then felt thirsty, so
    I walked over to the drinking fountain at the wall. I felt
    the thick softness of the diaper between my legs as I
    walked. While I was waiting in line behind two other guys I
    suddenly felt the urge to pee. I had the diaper on, so I
    just let go. Moist warmth suffused my crotch. I peed for
    quite a while before I was done, but the diaper held it in
    fine.
    	Now when I walked I felt the moistness of the diaper
    in my crotch. The plastic pants did their job and my diaper
    didn't leak into my pants. I went to classes for the rest
    of the afternoon, occasionally becoming aware of the wet
    diaper between my legs. Finally school was over and I went
    home.
    	I went to my bedroom, stood in front of the mirror,
    unzipped my pants and pulled them down. I saw through the
    transparent plastic pants that there was a yellow pee stain
    down the front of my diaper into the crotch. The wet diaper
    felt good between my legs when I walked, but I was due for
    a diaper change. I pulled down my plastic pants and
    unpinned my diaper. I took the wet diaper and dropped it in
    my diaper pail. Then I got another dry white medium-weight
    cotton diaper and pinned it on.
    	I pulled up my plastic pants and street pants, tucking
    my shirt in. Yes, it had been a very good diaper day.
    	I woke up on Wednesday morning and decided to put on a
    diaper. I got a medium-weight white cotton diaper, a couple
    of large steel safety pins and a pair of transparent
    plastic pants. I put the diaper on my bed, folded the top
    down about 5 inches, and folded both sides at the bottom a
    couple of inches toward the center. Then I lay down naked
    on the diaper. I pulled the diaper between my legs and,
    stretching the front corner of the diaper forward and the
    back corner of the diaper on that side around to meet it. I
    pinned the diaper on both sides with large steel safety
    pins. It fit snugly.
    	Next I put on my transparent plastic pants and ran my
    finger around the waistband and legbands to make sure the
    diaper was completely covered. Then I put on my street
    pants, a pair of Wrangler jeans sized a bit large for me.
    Then I put on my leather belt and fastened it.
    	I went about my business for a couple of hours and
    then, while I was waiting in line at the Post Office, I
    suddenly felt a strong urge to pee. I had the diaper on so
    I just let the stream of pee soak my diaper. I peed for
    some time before I was done.
    	When I got home from the post office, I pulled down my
    street pants and my plastic pants and saw that my diaper
    was stained yellow with pee from the front down into my
    crotch. I felt the moist warmth in my crotch but it was
    pleasant. I pulled up the plastic pants and put my street
    pants on again. I could wet that diaper again before I
    changed it.
    	Every once in a while, I would become aware of the
    wetness of my diaper and it felt good. My plastic pants
    didn't leak and I was ready to go. Sure enough, three hours
    later I had to pee again, but this time I happened to be
    walking my dog. Again, I just let go and wet my diaper,
    fairly heavily. This was the second time I wet the same
    diaper, but the plastic pants held it fine.
    	That evening I changed my diaper again so I would have
    a nice dry diaper on when I went to sleep. I woke up at
    about 3:00 a.m. and needed to pee. I just let it go into my
    diaper while I was lying on my side. Again I felt moist
    warmth suffuse the cotton. Again the plastic pants held and
    I didn't wet the bed.
    	I got up, took off my diaper and took a shower. Then I
    changed my diaper again and put on my street pants and went
    out. I was in Safeway in the chips aisle when I suddenly
    needed to pee again. I let go and wet my diaper for some
    time before I was through. Again the plastic pants held all
    the pee in. I could wet anywhere, any time and as much as I
    wanted and no one would know.