    My Mother's Sixth Sense

    Part 1

    	For the last four weeks I have wet my bed at least four
    nights each week. It all starts in a dream, and before I
    wake I start peeing and wake up when it's way too late. Mom
    said this morning we would discuss this tonight and I am
    afraid of what will happen. She has always been pleasant
    about this up to now. Last week she put a plastic mattress
    cover on to take care of the situation, but now she wants to
    discuss my wetting tonight.
    	After school I walked home as I usually do. And by the
    way, I have just turned thirteen years old and am beginning
    the eighth grade. I usually earn A's and B's with an
    occasional C and have made some good friends and we share
    sleepovers. I am Tommy and 5'6", 120 pounds and light brown
    hair.
    	When I walked in my room there was a package on my bed.
    I kind of figured out what it might be, but I peaked anyway.
    Mom bought diapers and plastic pants, safety pins and
    powder. I started to get angry at myself for wetting, and at
    Mom for treating me like a baby again, and I was thinking
    about running away from home.
    	I went back downstairs and pretended like I didn't know
    anything. Mom was in the kitchen and asked if I wanted a
    snack, and I smiled and said "yes." She made chocolate chip
    cookies, so she made a plate and poured a glass of milk. I
    sat at the table to devour the cookies and she sat with me.
    	She said it was time to have our discussion on my
    wetting problem. I don't know why, but I began crying, so
    she hugged me without saying anything. After I calmed down
    she said she had gone to the store today and bought diapers
    and plastic pants for me to wear at night until I was able
    to stop wetting. She explained that it wasn't to make me
    feel like a baby, but to give me a good night's sleep and
    save on work for her.
    	After we were done she invited me upstairs to see what
    she had bought and she wanted me to try them on to make sure
    they would fit. I was so upset that I was shaking and
    tremoring kind of uncontrollably. Mom at me on the bed and
    took off my shoes and socks and then laid me down. Then she
    pulled off my pants and underpants. I was lying there naked,
    scared, and waiting to be diapered like a baby.
    	Mom pulled two diapers out and snapped them in the air.
    She folded them and lifted my butt. I was so shaken that I
    started to pee to my utter astonishment. Mom quickly
    powdered me and pulled the diaper up through my legs and
    pinned it shut. Just as quickly, she pulled the plastic
    pants up my legs and, just like that, I was transformed from
    a thirteen-year-old to a diapered baby and still peeing my
    first diaper.
    	Mom knew I wasn't peeing on purpose, but she said she
    would leave me in the diaper and change me later on when I
    went to bed. I was still crying, but somehow, I felt good,
    too. Mom put my jeans back on and I put my shoes and socks
    back on.
    	Later, I went outside, forgetting I was wearing a
    diaper, just to go outside. A couple of my friends were out,
    so we just bummed around talking and looking. That's when I
    remembered I was diapered and figured everyone might notice,
    and to top it off, I was wet from my accident when Mom
    diapered me.
    	As luck would have it, when this rushed through my
    mind, Bill said, "Tommy, looks like you are wearing diapers.
    You are puffed out in the back." When I said I was, he and
    Bobby asked if they could see what the diapers looked like.
    First, I made both of them promise not to tell anyone or
    laugh. They both agreed, and we went over to our treehouse
    and I was able to show them. They wanted to touch them, and
    Bill realized that I was wet. I told them how it happened
    that I wet the diapers. Then they asked if they were
    comfortable, and I think that's when I realized they were
    nice to have on. We stayed in the treehouse for another hour
    and decided we'd better get home.
    	Bill asked if I would sleep over again and who would
    diaper me if I did sleep over. I only answered "I don't
    know" to the second part, but yes to the first question.
    	When I got home, Mom asked if I was okay. I said "yes."
    Then she asked if I wanted to be changed yet. I asked if I
    could take my diaper off and put underwear on. She looked at
    me and said to leave the diaper on until I go to bed or to
    the bathroom. I never gave it a thought about how I was
    going to use the bathroom with a diaper on, and to my
    surprise, that need arose really quickly.
    	I was watching TV and I got the urge to pee, so I ran
    to the bathroom. The diaper was on too tight, and before I
    could figure anything out, I peed my diaper big time. I went
    to find Mom so she would change me. I told her what
    happened, so she had me lie on the bed again. When she
    unpinned me I asked for my underwear, but she said that
    since I wet myself she would put a diaper on me to cover the
    smell. It made some sense, so I didn't fuss much.
    	In a short while, Dad came home and we ate dinner. Mom
    told Dad about my situation and I guess he was in agreement
    because he didn't disagree. Dad asked me if I was okay with
    it, and all I could muster was, "Do I have much choice?"
    	After dinner I helped with the dishes before going to
    watch more TV. It was getting dark and soon would be time
    for bed. Again I got the urge to go to the bathroom and ran
    off forgetting that I was in diapers until I got to the
    bathroom. This time I had to do both pee and poop and again
    was stuck in my diaper. Before I realized it I was shaking
    again and I wet and loaded my diaper. Not really thinking, I
    sat on the floor crying, and this big mass squished up the
    front of my diaper against my skin. It felt good, even
    though it was a strange feeling. Mom heard me and came in
    right away and said that it was okay. Again we went up to my
    bedroom so she could clean me up.
    	I found myself in the tub in a couple of minutes to
    wash and get ready for bed. That night, after I was in bed,
    I realized just how comfortable the diapers felt under my
    PJ's, I especially liked the plastic pants, and lying there
    thinking about this, I fell asleep.
    	Mom woke me in the morning and I was soaked, but the
    bed was dry, so both of us were happy. She had me take a
    bath, and while I was washing, I was wondering if she would
    put another diaper on me or have me wear underwear. I was
    secretly hoping she would diaper me since they did feel so
    good.
    	When I walked back to my bedroom, Mom was there and we
    just looked at one another. She must have a sixth sense
    about her that she just knows things. She said, "lie down on
    the bed, young man," and proceeded to diaper me. We never
    said anything to one another, we just smiled.
    	Mom said to let her know when I needed to be changed,
    and that's how my first Saturday in diapers started. Mom
    made me feel so good about wearing diapers, any thoughts
    about running away were quickly erased.

    Part 2

    	My first weekend in diapers was a great experience I
    will never forget. Mom treated me like a 13-year-old except
    when she changed me it was like I was this neat, older baby
    still in diapers. Each time she changed me she smiled at me
    and made me feel weak all over. She powdered me nicely,
    cleansed me gently and always made sure my diapers were
    tucked inside my plastic pants. I really like these plastic
    pants-they are so soft.
    	Sunday night while I was in bed I could only think
    about how nice and cozy I felt in my diapers and plastic
    pants and how good they felt under my PJ's, for that matter,
    how good they felt all weekend under my clothes during the
    day. And just like that I began thinking about tomorrow and
    whether I could wear them to school. With that thought I
    fell asleep.
    	Monday morning Mom woke me and pulled my covers back so
    she could unpin me. I was soaked, so Mom sent me to get a
    bath. The whole time I was hoping to somehow stay in
    diapers, but I figured no way Mom was going to allow that.
    With that, Mom came in to get me moving-she was standing
    there with my towel, so I got out of the tub, and as she
    wrapped the towel around me, and with a continuous motion,
    she picked me up and carried me to my room. She laid me on
    my bed and dried me off. It felt really nice and I was
    getting hard and she noticed it. Before I could say
    anything, she motioned for me to pick up my body, and she
    slipped a diaper under it. It felt nice and warm-it had just
    come out of the dryer. She spread a generous amount of
    powder on me and pinned me shut. She left the diapers loose
    so I could use the bathroom. Then she slid the warm plastic
    pants up my legs and over the diapers and pins. Oh, did that
    feel so good! I was so hard and so weak and she picked me up
    to hold me in her lap and I peed. I couldn't help it. It
    just came out as she was holding me. She could feel the
    diaper getting warm, but she just held me in her arms for a
    minute and laid me back on my bed.
    	She pulled the plastic pants down to my knees and
    unpinned me again. She cleaned me off with the wipes that
    smelled so good and placed another warm diaper under my butt
    and powdered me again. She pulled up my plastic pants and
    gave me some clothes to put on for school. Since I only had
    one diaper on it didn't show in my butt that I was diapered.
    	When Mom dropped me off she said she would be by at
    noon to bring me home for lunch.
    	It was neat to go home at noon and be taken care of
    like a little kid. I guess I still am a little kid, except
    Mom was going to put two diapers on me and I started to get
    excited because they would show in my butt. She said I
    almost leaked, so I said I would be more careful, but one
    diaper was enough, so she said this was okay.
    	At the end of the day I walked home with Bill and he
    said, "You're wearing your diapers, aren't you?" So I said,
    "Why are you asking?"
    	He said, "You went home at lunch and you know we always
    have lunch together."
    	I said, "Yeah, I'm wearing a diaper and plastic pants,"
    so I asked if they were noticeable.
    	Bill said, "No," then he said he was going to start
    wearing diapers, too, because he started wetting at night,
    too. He told his Mom about me and he told her he would like
    to try wearing them at night.
    	Bill's Mom talked to my Mom to find out what to get and
    where to find them. We found all this out during the
    afternoon. Anyway, on the way home we agreed to meet at the
    treehouse in about an hour.
    	When I got to the treehouse, Bill was already there,
    except he had taken his clothes off, and there he was,
    sitting on the floor with his new diapers and plastic pants.
    He looked really happy. He had a T-shirt on and his socks.
    Bill looked at me and asked if I would take my clothes off,
    too, so we could both sit together in our diapers.
    	Soon after, I took my clothes off, though it was kind
    of cold, so I slipped a sleeping bag around me. The sleeping
    bag was a big one. Bill was cold and wanted to come inside,
    too. We ended up lying down and falling to sleep pressed
    against each other.
    	Our moms found us because we didn't come home when were
    supposed to. They let us sleep because they knew we were
    okay. When we woke, though, both of us were hard and soaked.
    We were toasty warm and wriggled against each other. It felt
    so good. Then, without warning, Bill yelped. Something
    happened. We didn't know what happened, but he was throbbing
    and it felt good, but it kind of hurt, he said. The inside
    of his diaper was sticky and he had gotten soft, but I was
    still hard. We lied in the sleeping bag for awhile after
    that. We made plans to sleep together again. We liked lying
    close to each other, so we were planning to sleep together
    over the next weekend.
    	Tuesday, Bill wore a diaper to school like me. He said
    his Mom was cool with it, too, since my Mom was. At lunch my
    Mom brought both of us home and changed both of us. Mom put
    a diaper doubler inside our diapers for added protection and
    because they wouldn't make our butts stick out like we had
    two diapers on.

    Part 3

    Week Three

    	Now it has been three weeks since Mom pinned my first
    diaper on me. Since then Bill slept over at my house once
    and my Mom and Dad have shown me love that I must have known
    in a while I was too young to remember. At any rate, my
    parents treated Bill and me like the kids we really are, but
    have allowed us to remain diapered with the loving care that
    gets associated with babies.
    	One night when Bill was over he showed me how to find
    the TB sites online. After reading some of the stories, I
    was glad Mom didn't make me into a real baby with baby
    clothes and furniture. I really like being 13, and I like
    wearing diapers. I enjoyed reading online about so many like
    myself-well, it was neat to see that I was not the only kid
    who likes to wear diapers and has to wear them.
    	Anyway, yesterday I was watching Dad work on his
    estimate that he brought home from the job to finish. He
    showed me how the different lines make the roads and the
    bridges. He started working at noon, so did I, and I learned
    how much pipe cost as well as men and equipment it takes to
    actually build the job. After a couple hours he noticed me
    squirming and he brought me into my bedroom for a change. He
    has gentle hands like Mom does. He had me lay down on my bed
    and he undid my jeans and pulled them part way down. Then,
    with nice fingers, he pulled my plastic pants half way to my
    knees and then unpinned my wet diaper. This time, though,
    after he finished changing me, he picked me up and said he
    wanted to tell me a story. He asked if I wanted to hear it.
    I agreed and he started by saying, "When I was your age I
    wet at night like you do." He went on to say that he also
    had daytime control problems because he hated the boys'
    restroom at school. Because of this he was kept in diapers a
    lot, but mostly for punishment. His mom would pin his
    diapers on so tightly sometimes they would almost cut his
    tummy in half. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't slide the
    diapers off to use the bathroom. He said one time this
    happened his dad was super nice to him. After he changed
    him, he held him, made him feel good and talked to him for a
    long time. His dad even made him a bottle of warm milk, and
    while holding him he held the bottle for him to drink from.
    Dad made himself a promise that if he had a son or daughter
    that needed diapers he would be kind to them so the diapers
    could be enjoyed. He would never make it punishment.
    	"I don't know exactly how long he held me. I remember
    feeling quite comfortable, though."
    	His mom put the diaper on him really tightly so that he
    wouldn't forget he was wearing diapers. This was so he would
    remember to use the bathroom, but because they were pinned
    on so tightly he couldn't. He said that this night when his
    dad changed him he wasn't too wet and needed to use the
    bathroom, but when his dad took out the first pin, he lost
    control of it and it stuck my dad in his thigh. It was an
    accident because there was so much tension on the diaper
    pin. Anyway, at the same moment, his dad started to pull
    back the diaper, he began to pee. He said he just lost it-he
    said the spurt went high enough to hit his dad between the
    eyes. He said his dad laughed and finished changing him
    after he was finished peeing. My dad said after he was
    cleaned up and re-diapered, that's when his dad held him and
    made him feel okay. So Dad said, "that is why I am so nice
    to you. It's `cause I know it's a neat way to show how much
    I love you."
    	I said, "I love you too, Dad."
    	With that, he said, "skooch around and lay on your bed
    so I can change you."
    	"I'm not wet," I said.
    	Dad smiled as he pulled my plastic pants down, I was
    pretty wet. I have noticed that in three weeks I am losing
    daytime control. I don't even feel the pee come out anymore.
    Dad said not to worry, when I wanted out of diapers they
    would help me regain control.
    	"In the meantime, your Mom and I like having you in
    diapers,. It gives us opportunities like this to be with
    you."
    	I just smiled and agreed.

    Week Four

    	My cousins from Texas were here this weekend. Tim is 14
    and Mark is 12. Both are neat friends.
    	They pulled in early afternoon on Friday. They were
    only staying until Sunday. Tim and I were the same size,
    even though he was almost a year and a half older than me.
    When they pulled into the drive I was riding my bike in
    circles in the drive, partly because I didn't know of
    anything else to do. Plus, I knew they were going to show up
    sometime. Tim was stretching like he had just woke up and
    Mark was poking at him, just kind of agitating him. Mark
    kept it up until they were standing by the car and unloading
    it. Mark is a tease, a troublemaker and a tattletale. He
    noticed Tim had a large, wet spot on the front of his jeans
    and Mark kept pointing at it and telling his Mom that Timmy
    wet his pants again.
    	Aunt Jean was really mad and said, "this is the second
    time today you wet your pants-and on top of that you flooded
    the bed at the hotel last night." The whole time Mark is
    going on about "mom is gonna put you back in diapers, ha ha
    ha!" Aunt Jean told Mark to "shut up", or he could wind up
    in diapers, too. Then she told Timmy to get back in the car
    and wait for her to take him to the store with her.
    	Mom took Aunt Jean around the house-I know what she was
    saying because Mom kept looking at me and smiling,
    occasionally pointing. I knew Tim was going to end up
    wearing some of my diapers. At the same time I was kind of
    talking to Timmy, trying to distract him and make him feel
    okay. Timmy was really crying, though. Timmy just kept
    saying Mark would really make fun of him now, because his
    mom threatened this morning to keep him in diapers 24/7 if
    he had any accidents. Timmy said Mark went ballistic on him,
    then teasing him so badly he was crying then, he said.
    	About this time Mom came over to the car and she
    motioned to Timmy to get out of the car. Then she said for
    both of us to follow her, and we did. Mom took us upstairs,.
    and to this point Timmy didn't know he was about to be
    diapered or even that I was now in diapers. Mom said to
    Timmy to go lay on his back on the bed, which he did. As Mom
    started taking off his shoes he wanted to know why she was
    doing this. Mom said, "so we can get your wet clothes off
    you," and she smiled at him. After she pulled his jeans off
    she put the changing pad under him so he wouldn't get the
    bed wet, and then she pulled off his underwear. Timmy was
    starting to get a little anxious about what was happening,
    so he looked at Mom and asked her if he was getting
    diapered. Mom knew this was going to be tough on Timmy, so
    she reached down and stroked his forehead and softly said,
    "yes." I have never heard anyone cry so hard, and with such
    big, deep sobs.
    	Mom started wiping Timmy clean with the wipes, getting
    him ready. She got two diapers out of my drawer and put them
    under his butt. Mom spread lotion and powder on him. The
    whole time this is happening Timmy is still crying and I am
    brushing his hair back and telling him it is okay. As Mom
    pulled the diaper up, Timmy began to pee, so Mom quickly
    pinned the diapers shut and pulled up his plastic pants.
    Timmy was still crying and wetting. Mom sat down on the bed
    and began holding and stroking his head. It seemed to be
    forever, but finally, Timmy stopped crying. He looked over
    his tummy to see what his diapers looked like. Mom kept on
    holding him. When Timmy looked like he was going to be okay,
    Mom looked at me and asked if I needed changed. I said
    "yeah" and smiled.
    	Mom then had me lay down beside Timmy. Mom told Timmy
    to "lift his diapered butt" because she needed the changing
    pad for me. That got Timmy's attention as he looked at me,
    as if to ask, "you wear diapers?" I just smiled at him to
    assure him he will be okay. When Mom finished changing me
    she looked at Timmy and said, "You're next," and she changed
    Timmy's diapers.
    	After we got our jeans back on-Timmy got some clean,
    dry ones-we went back downstairs. As we were going down,
    Aunt Jean looked at Timmy and asked how it felt to be back
    in diapers. Again, Timmy started crying, and Mark, who was
    sitting on the floor, turned to look at us, I guess hoping
    to see Timmy's diaper. When Mark couldn't see the diaper, he
    stayed quiet.
    	Timmy looked at his Mom and asked how long he would be
    in these diapers. Aunt Jean said it would be awhile, and
    then she told him not to take them off or even touch them.
    Then she told Timmy to unsnap his jeans so she could see how
    they looked, and stuck her hand inside his plastic pants to
    check for wetness, then made him turn around to check the
    back of his diaper. By this time Mark made it over to touch
    his diaper and began teasing and pointing his finger at
    Timmy. Well, by this time Aunt Jean wasn't going to be
    messed with and Mark had pushed her over the edge. She just
    reached over and pulled off Mark's pants in one motion. He
    was nude and in shock. He was immediately laid on the floor,
    and because there were clean diapers and plastic pants in
    the laundry basket, he was laying on a diaper. Aunt Jean
    sent me to get pins and powder, so I ran to get them, mostly
    since I didn't want to get yelled at, and partly because I
    wanted to see Mark get punished for being mean. Since Mark
    made her angry, he was forced to wear only a T-shirt and his
    diaper. It was neat to see Mark in only his diaper and
    plastic pants-he really looked more like 6 or 8 instead of
    12 and he was kind of short. Mark still hadn't figured out I
    was wearing diapers, too.
    	We were playing onus, a card game, for what seemed like
    a couple of hours. Mom and Aunt Jean were in the kitchen
    making pizza for supper and we were waiting for Dad to come
    home. Uncle Jack was reading the paper. The card game broke
    up and Mark slipped away. Timmy and I were joking and
    jabbing one another. It was peaceful.
    	Suddenly, there was a sharp slap and a loud cry. Aunt
    Jean found Mark in the bathroom with his plastic pants down
    and trying to get a pin out. Aunt Jean sent Mark back into
    the T.V. room, and Tim and I could see the hand print on the
    back of Mark's thigh. Mark was crying hard and said his
    stomach hurt because he had to go to the bathroom so badly.
    I reached up and pulled him down. I held him and rocked him
    back and forth. Finally, he stopped crying. In the meantime,
    Timmy took off his jeans, exposing his diapers. This was an
    effort to make Mark feel a little better, and when I saw
    this I asked Timmy to pull off my jeans, too. When Mark saw
    Timmy standing in front of him, wearing only his diapers and
    plastic pants, Mark asked Timmy if he was wet. You could
    tell he was wet, but Timmy said "no" anyway, but then
    quickly changed his mind and said, "yes." Timmy said that
    the reason he said "no" was because he didn't want us to
    think he was a baby. I just looked at Timmy and said, "all
    you have to do is look at us, sitting here in our diapers
    and plastic pants."
    	Just like that, Mark stiffened up and grabbed the front
    of his plastic pants and went limp. He finally peed in his
    diaper, he filled the back of his diaper, too. He finally
    gave up holding it in, he said. With that, Mark said he felt
    better now, at least on the inside of him. Mark said he
    thought he liked the feel of a wet and stinky diaper, too.
    After he said this he snuggled into my shoulder and put his
    thumb in his mouth. All three of us had our arms around each
    other for awhile.
    	We started wrestling and playing for awhile again,
    waiting for the pizza, waiting for Dad to come home. All
    three of us were having fun, nobody was teasing anyone, it
    was like the three of us were one. The load in Mark's diaper
    was all around the front of the diaper, and the whole crotch
    area of the plastic pants was brown.
    	Mom came in the room and told all three of us to go
    upstairs to get changed. At the same time, Aunt Sue came in
    the door, looking at the three of us. She asked how we were.
    Everyone came back with an "I'm fine" response. Aunt Sue
    looked at Mark and she said to him, "you don't look so
    fine," and smiled. Mom asked Aunt Sue if she could change us
    because she had things to do in the kitchen.
    	Aunt Sue gave us the turn-around motion with her finger
    and pointed in the upstairs direction. On the way up she
    said to Mark, "you're first" and to lie on the bed. She put
    the pad under Mark and carefully pulled off his plastic
    pants. She took them to the bathroom and cleaned them out
    and brought back some wash cloths. She unpinned Mark's
    diaper and carried it to the bathroom. She finished cleaning
    Mark up and she went back to the bathroom to clean things
    up. In the meantime, Mark got up and put on his underwear
    and jeans and went back downstairs.
    	Aunt Sue came back and changed both Timmy and I,
    cleaned us up, re-diapering both of us. Timmy and I put our
    jeans on and went down for pizza. Dad was home and it was
    time to eat. I was starved. Supper was a lot of fun tonight,
    a lot of laughing and joking. It was like a big party. It
    lasted for a long time. Timmy, Mark and I drank sodas like
    drunken sailors and pretended to stumble around. By now it
    was getting late, probably around 10:00, and I knew Mom was
    about to tell the three of us it would be time for bed. It
    was at this time Aunt Jean told Mark to come here. Mark had
    drank so much that he had wet his pants, and Aunt Jean was
    furious that he didn't have his diapers on. Aunt Sue said
    that she thought it was funny that he had disappeared, but
    never gave it a thought that he wasn't diapered.
    	Aunt Jean grabbed Mark by the shoulder and forced him
    up the steps in front of her. He must have got slapped, too,
    because I heard the loud cry that goes with a slap. Aunt
    Jean put Mark back in diapers and told him to go to bed.
    When Aunt Jean came back down Mom announced it was bedtime
    for me, too. Timmy got the same announcement, and Mom took
    both of us upstairs to get changed and ready for bed. Mom
    let Timmy and me go to bed in just T-shirts and diapers. I
    have a large double bed, big enough for the three of us to
    sleep together in. Mark was still awake, but lying under the
    covers and still crying a little. Timmy and I brushed our
    teeth and jumped in beside Mark. Mark was wearing PJ's over
    his diaper, but after seeing us he decided to take them off
    and just wear the T-shirt, too. We joked around for a little
    while, but fell asleep quickly.
    	Mom and Dad usually go to bed around 1:00 AM. on Friday
    because they can sleep in on Saturday. Mom always comes in
    then to check me and change me. Timmy and I needed changed,
    but Mark was still dry. Mark was curled up with his knees
    touching his tummy, almost, and he had his thumb in his
    mouth. Mom took it out, but he put it back in. Mom said she
    would be right back-she came back with three bottles of
    milk. This time she pulled Mark's thumb out and slid the
    bottle in. Mark instinctively grabbed the bottle and held it
    while he drank it. Mark never woke up, he just did all this
    in his sleep.
    	In the morning, Timmy and I woke up before Mark. Mark
    was sucking on an empty bottle, still sleeping. He must have
    felt us moving around, because he woke up to look at us.
    When he turned back and saw he was holding an empty baby
    bottle, he jerked his head up and flicked the bottle on the
    floor. He was still trying to wake up and still trying to
    figure out what was happening. He still hadn't said
    anything. It was fun to watch him, because at this point he
    still didn't remember that he was in diapers, that is, until
    Timmy and I asked him if he was wet. He threw the covers
    back and found he had soaked himself during the night.
    	Timmy and I didn't want to get up yet., so we told Mark
    to bring the covers back up so we could be warm. Mark was
    completely embarrassed about wetting his diaper and didn't
    like the thought of Aunt Jean finding him in wet diapers.
    Marked turned to Timmy and I and asked if we could put some
    dry diapers on him.
    	We told Mark to lie on top of the covers so we could
    change him. Timmy stood on one side and me on the other. It
    was kind of a reach because he was in the middle. We pulled
    the changing pad under him and pulled down his plastic
    pants. As we were unpinning him I started getting hard. I
    looked over at Timmy and he was, too. We pulled off his wet
    diapers and put two new diapers under him. We cleaned Mark,
    powdered him and pinned him shut. Mark was complaining that
    his diapers were too tight, but we told him to shut up
    because there were grownup footsteps coming. We quickly
    pulled up his plastic pants and all three of us jumped under
    the covers.
    	It was Aunt Jean who opened the bedroom door and asked
    how we all slept. Then she came in, I guess to look at us,
    and see if we were the kids who belonged here. When she got
    next to the bed, though, she stepped on Mark's wet diapers.
    That didn't make her too happy. Right away she wanted to
    know whose diapers they were. Out of fear, there was
    silence. Then Aunt Jean pulled the covers off to find out
    whose wet diapers she was standing on. She put her hand
    inside Timmy's and my plastic pants and said both of us were
    wet. All I could think of was, "I hope Mark can wet his
    diapers." He did, because when Aunt Jean put her hand inside
    Mark's plastic pants, his diapers were wet, too. Aunt Jean
    just huffed, turned around and stormed out of the bedroom.
    	I asked Mark why he wet his diapers and he just said it
    was better than getting smacked.

    Part 4

    	As Aunt Jean left the room, Mom came in and told each
    of us to lie still. She pulled the covers off and started
    with Timmy, then me, then Mark. It always feels nice to get
    changed. We each put on our jeans, shirts and shoes and went
    down to breakfast. Mom made pancakes this morning, and she
    made them the way I like them-cooked hard on both sides and
    raw in the middle. Pancake breakfasts take awhile because
    you can only cook three pancakes at a time, and each of us
    had at least four.
    	We were also making plans while we ate to play
    baseball. I told Timmy and Mark about my friends Bill and
    Robby, who like to play baseball, and we could find some
    others, too. Mark started complaining right away that he
    wasn't going anywhere. So I said, "Why not, Mark?" Mark said
    it was because he was wearing diapers and didn't want anyone
    to see them. I said, "you're wearing jeans, so they are
    covered and nobody will see them. Mark said, "okay."
    	As we were walking we came across Bill. I hadn't seen
    him since really early yesterday. I introduced my cousins to
    him and said we were going to find a group so that we could
    play baseball. Bill went to get Robby and a couple others.
    We found a few and ended up with ten of us. The team at bat
    has to be the catcher. We played for two hours and it was
    close to noon when we finished. It was also getting close to
    lunch. It was a great game, and close. We played six innings
    and it was tied at 3-3. In the last inning Mark made it when
    he slid into home and avoided the tag.
    	When Mark got up to dust himself off we could all see
    the top of his diapers and plastic pants. When he slid home
    his jeans slipped down. I felt a little bad for him because
    I knew he was really embarrassed about the situation. When
    he saw everyone staring at him he panicked. His eyes got big
    and his mouth was open like he was going to say something.
    Then he grabbed the front of his jeans and was crossing his
    legs. He had just peed and pooped himself and he was
    bawling. Now I felt really bad for him. I put my arm around
    his shoulder. Nobody made a sound. I pulled Mark's jeans up
    so his diapers were covered, and pulled him around so we
    could walk home.
    	As we were walking home Mark wanted to stop for a bit.
    He wasn't in any big hurry for Aunt Jean to know what had
    happened. Mark wanted to know if there was some place where
    we could clean him up so his mom didn't see him this way.
    Neither Timmy nor I knew how to change a poopy diaper, so I
    told him to come home and my mom could fix him up. I told
    him I was wet and needed changed, too. Timmy said, "same for
    me."
    	We got Mark upstairs and on the bed. Aunt Jean wasn't
    home, so we breathed a sigh of relief. Timmy undid his shoes
    and I undid the top of his jeans. Mark was a mess. The poop
    was all over inside his plastic pants. At that sight I knew
    we needed Mom, that we couldn't clean this mess up by
    ourselves, so I hollered for Mom. She was standing behind me
    and scared me to death. She was laughing so hard because she
    scared me. It took some time for both of us to get back to
    normal. Finally, she asked what we needed, so I pointed to
    Mark on the bed an said he needed help.
    	Mom smiled at Mark, seeing his predicament, and instead
    of changing him right away, just started making him feel
    better by talking to him and brushing his forehead. Mom
    looked over at Tommy and me and asked if we needed changing,
    too, and both of us nodded "yes." She started with Mark. She
    had his plastic pants off and was unpinning him, and Aunt
    Jean came home. As Mom was cleaning Mark, Aunt Jean walked
    through the bedroom door. She had bought disposable diapers
    for Mark and Timmy. Mark got the Pampers and Timmy got
    youth-size Attends. Aunt Jean put a Pamper on Mark and she
    gave him a T-shirt and said to scram.
    	Mark was in shock. I could tell because he wasn't
    crying yet, but he was about to. He was standing in front of
    a mirror and he looked like a big toddler. He was still too
    upset to cry. At the same time, Mom came back into the room.
    Mark ran over to her and clung to her. Mom is so gentle. She
    just started talking to Mark and hugging him. She sat down
    and put Mark on her lap and just kept brushing his hair back
    with her fingers spread. Mark just closed his eyes and stuck
    his thumb in his mouth.
    	Timmy asked Aunt Jean if he could try a Pamper, and she
    said "okay." Timmy is just a little smaller than me, but
    bigger than Mark. The Pamper fit-not much room left-but it
    fit. I asked, too, and the Pamper just fit me. It was a
    little tight, but it felt soft and felt like a diaper.
    	When I put my jeans on they fit better than when I had
    cloth diapers-actually, you couldn't tell that I had a
    diaper on at all, except for the crinkling noise the plastic
    makes. When we were dressed, I saw the package of Pampers.
    They said "size 6." Aunt Jean said they make these for big
    kids like us who still need diapers and to have some to
    wear. She said she had heard they were going to start
    sending out size 7'sthat will fit teens still in diapers. I
    really liked this Pamper, and especially how it fit on me
    under my jeans.
    	During all this Mark had fallen asleep in Mom's lap and
    she was giving Timmy and me the quiet sign. She whispered to
    open the covers on the bed so that she could lay Mark on the
    bed. Mom covered Mark and we left him sleeping in the bed.
    He still had his thumb in his mouth.
    	Timmy and I went downstairs to play on the computer. I
    have a lot of games in there and we were looking through
    them. Timmy liked a lot of them, so I was looking for the
    disks, so he could take them home and load them in his
    computer. Timmy and I were talking Aunt Jean into getting
    AOL for them so we could I.M. (instant message) each other
    after they got back home. Aunt Jean said "okay", which
    surprised Timmy and me. Uncle Jack heard us and agreed it
    was time to do this and said he would run a new phone line
    into the computer room. I showed them how easy it was to
    send programs via I.M.'s I showed them that when they are
    online how you can find libraries and projects of science. I
    showed them some of my school projects that are stored in my
    computer and how the online searches helped me to make the
    reports. As usual, when you are on the computer, hours rush
    by, and like that, we had been on the computer for two
    hours.
    	We turned when Mark came stumbling through the door. It
    didn't take much to realize he had just woken up, because he
    looked like it. His hair was tangled and his eyes were only
    partly open. About this time Mom came in, too. Mark ran to
    my Mom and hugged her. Mom picked him up and hugged him
    back. She was transferring him over to Aunt Jean and he
    started fussing that he wanted Mom to hold him. Mom asked
    Mark if he was ready for a dry diaper yet. Mark whispered
    something in Mom's ear and she called him out to the
    kitchen. I heard the refrigerator door open and then close.
    Then she carried him upstairs. I followed them up a couple
    minutes later. When I got to my door I saw Mom holding Mark
    and feeding him a bottle! Mom saw me and waved me in beside
    her. She put her arm around me, too. And I helped hold the
    bottle. Mark opened his eyes and he saw me and he smiled. He
    was in heaven, I think.
    	When Mark finished his bottle Mom put both of us on the
    bed and put dry Pampers on us. This was the first time Mark
    didn't fuss about wearing a diaper. In fact, it was apparent
    he now liked wearing diapers.
    	Tomorrow is Sunday, and after church Timmy and Mark
    were going back home. Monday was a school day. I was going
    to miss my cousins.
    	It was getting on to mid-afternoon, maybe even a little
    later, and it was quite warm. The time when we got dressed
    we put on shorts. The shorts weren't as forgiving as the
    jeans were. All three of us had the telltale bulge of
    diapers under our shorts. I think I was the only one to
    notice this. Anyway, we were in the back yard still trying
    to figure out what to do next. When we were sitting on the
    grass I could see Timmy's and Mark's diapers almost sticking
    out of their shorts. The sight was making me hard, and
    making me feel good and my knees weak.
    	Just then, Bill showed up on his bike riding through
    the yard to where we were sitting. He sat down with us. It
    didn't take him long, either, to see Timmy's diaper, then he
    turned to Mark to check him, too. I think he was confused
    about who he had seen diapers on earlier. He whispered in my
    ear that the sight was making him hard. Bill was checking me
    out and said, "you too, huh?"
    	We invited Timmy and Mark to the treehouse. Bill, I
    guess, wanted to show Tim and Mark he was wearing diapers,
    too. I couldn't get through my head that there are four teen
    boys and we were all put back in diapers because we had too
    many accidents and because we wet at night. I think when
    Mark saw Bill in diapers, that at that point he became
    really comfortable with his dilemma. Bill told them he was
    put back in diapers because of me being put back in them.
    But actually, he asked his Mom to put him back in diapers
    because it was easier than cleaning up the other messes. We
    only stayed at the treehouse for about an hour, it was
    getting close to dinner, anyway. I could tell Bill really
    wanted to spend the night, but I didn't invite him because
    tomorrow is church and would be a little chaotic in the
    morning, packing and stuff.
    	Tonight we had hamburgers, barbecued, I think this is a
    universal favorite. It was out last fun visit before bed and
    a busy morning. Mom got us ready for bed tonight. I could
    see Mark was going to miss her a lot. She made Mark feel so
    special while he was going through this tough
    transformation. Tonight, after she cleaned us up and were
    bathed and diapered, she gave each of us a bottle of milk.
    Mom tucked us in bed, tweaked each of our noses, and said
    good night.
    	Mark fell asleep right away, and Timmy a short time
    later. I lied awake for a long time. I don't know why, I
    just couldn't fall asleep. I could still hear the grownups
    talking and laughing, but it sounded like it was winding
    down, though. This was when noises starting coming from
    Mark. They were like cracking or popping sounds. I realized
    really quick that he was pooping, and he was pooping in his
    sleep. I put my hand on the outside of his Pamper and I
    could feel him loading it. The sensation made me have the
    urge to poop, and within moments I was pooping my diaper,
    too. I was stuck in the middle of the bed, so I just lied
    there in my loaded diaper, which was also wet by this time.
    I figured Timmy was wet, too, but I wanted to know, so I
    stuck my hand inside his plastic pants. He was just a little
    wet, but he was really hard and sticking straight up. I
    pulled my hand out. I guess I got scared that he would wake
    up and that I would be inside his plastic pants.
    	A short time later, Mom came in to check us. She
    started with Mark, who stayed asleep the whole time she
    cleaned him and diapered him. She cleaned me up next and re-
    diapered me. She stuck me with a pin, too. I think she knew
    I wasn't asleep, I was wide awake, though, after the stick.
    I thought she did it on purpose just to have some fun. She
    pulled Timmy's plastic pants down and changed his diaper and
    he never woke up since. He was still hard, too, when Mom
    pinned the new diaper on. He was sticking up like a tent.
    Mom took all the dirty diapers with her and I eventually
    fell asleep.
    	The morning was bright and sunny, and about 7 o'clock
    Mom showed up at the time to get us moving. She started with
    Timmy this time to work her way across the bed. Mark got up
    and was walking and stretching. His T-shirt was pulled way
    up and his Pampered butt was sticking out. He walked over to
    his Pampers and picked one out. He brought it over to Mom
    and sat beside her. She was finished pinning my diapers on
    and Mark was to be next.
    	She gave Mark special treatment. He really liked her
    diapering him, and I kind of enjoyed watching him get
    diapered. Mom said I look just like that to her when she
    diapers me. Again it was her sixth sense telling her that,
    that was what was in my head. I told her this. She is a kind
    person.
    	After returning from church we had a big and fun
    breakfast. We had eggs, bagels, sweet rolls and fruit. Oh
    yeah, milk, juice and coffee, too.
    	It was getting close to noon now and Aunt Jean was
    getting fidgety. I think she makes everyone nervous.
    Everyone pitched in to get things cleaned up a bit.
    	Aunt Jean came in the kitchen waving the diapers over
    her head and pointing to Mark and Timmy to go lie down in
    the living room. Timmy went in and lied on the floor to wait
    for Aunt Jean to change him, Mark went over to Mom and
    whispered in her ear again. Mom has to lean halfway down so
    that he can reach her ear. It was obvious Mark wanted Mom to
    change him this last time. Mom followed Mark into the living
    room where he lied on the floor beside Timmy. Mom pulled his
    jeans part way down and untaped his wet diaper. She put a
    clean diaper under him, cleaned him, put lotion and powder
    on him and taped him shut. Aunt Jean handed Mom a pair if
    plastic pants to go over his Pamper, so she pulled his jeans
    off and pulled the plastic pants up his legs. She stood him
    up and pulled the plastic pants over his Pamper. Timmy had a
    pair of plastic pants pulled over his youth diapers, too.
    	As soon as Timmy and Mark got diapered it was time to
    say goodbye. We all walked out to the car and hugged and
    said our final goodbyes. We waved to each other as they were
    pulling away.

    Part 5

    	Now it has been five months since that first diaper was
    pinned onto me. I really like wearing them. I like the
    comfort, and I especially like the loving, gentle attention
    Mom gives me.
    	There have been some down moments, like one time in
    gym. Everyone at school knows I wear diapers all the time by
    now. This one day at gym a couple of boys who are always
    causing the rest of us a hard time decided to pick on me
    today.
    	We were sitting on the gym floor with our legs crossed
    listening to the coach. He was teaching us how to run long
    distances., showing us how to breathe and just otherwise
    pace ourselves. Since we are sitting with our legs crossed
    it was easy to see inside each other's shorts. When I looked
    down at myself my plastic pants were sticking out big time.
    A few moments later I was still trying to tuck my diaper and
    plastic pants further inside my shorts. The two rough boys
    were watching and pointing. They kept covering their face-
    talking and smirking, but I knew they were having fun at my
    expense. We sat like this for fifteen minutes while the
    coach was reviewing techniques on running.
    	This left us with about twenty minutes to run some laps
    on the track. This is the third period of the day which puts
    us halfway through the morning. This is also the time I am
    pretty wet and in need of a diaper change. By now I am
    letting pee out but never really feeling it coming out. I
    know if I stick my hand inside my plastic pants, though, I
    will be wet.
    	While we were running the two boys kept patting my
    bottom and asking me if they could change my diaper. I kept
    insisting that they leave me alone and to quit patting me.
    They just kept laughing and tormenting me. After the run we
    have fifteen minutes to dress and wait for the bell. As we
    came back inside I was feeling better mostly because the two
    boys seemed to be leaving me alone now.
    	There are long wooden benches in front of our lockers
    for us to use in getting dressed. Since everyone knows I
    wear diapers I just stand there and pull my shorts down,
    exposing my diaper and plastic pants. As I was reaching for
    my jeans I was pulled down from behind. One boy pinned me
    down on the bench and the other boy pulled down my plastic
    pants. Right away he started screaming to everyone that I
    was soaked and needed changed. The one boy unpinned my wet
    diapers and pulled them off me. It hurt some because he was
    being rough. Then he pulled my plastic pants back up. He
    went through my knapsack and found some diapers and pinned
    them on me. He kept them loose, too, so they wouldn't stay
    up. He showed me how loose they are by pulling them away
    from my tummy. While I was still pinned down he pulled my
    jeans up over my butt and hooked my belt. By now there were
    maybe two minutes to the bell to change class. They let me
    go and I stood up and they ran away.
    	At this moment I was in panic because my diaper was
    outside my plastic pants and pee was coming out. I put my
    shirt on, picked up my wet diapers and put them in a plastic
    bag. At this point all I knew was that I needed to get the
    school nurse somehow. Pee was still coming out and I could
    feel the river of water in my plastic pants. At the same
    time I could feel pee running out the plastic pants and
    making my diaper wet. The bell was ringing and I was on my
    way to the nurse's office. My jeans were now getting wet and
    the diaper was slipping down with each step. My hands were
    full with school books and my knapsack. My diaper was wet
    and sagging as were my jeans, wet and sagging, because my
    belt was loose.
    	I finally made it to the nurse's office. She just took
    one quick look and motioned for me to get on her changing
    table. She pulled my jeans off and had kind of a perturbed
    look on her face. She asked how my diapers were pinned on
    like this with the plastic pants inside my diapers and
    against my body, so I told her. While I was telling her how
    it happened she cleaned me up and diapered me. She had a
    clean pair of plastic pants and pulled them up. I sat on the
    edge of the changing table while she got the principal and
    told him my story.
    	The principal came in to see me and to have me tell my
    story again. I couldn't believe me came in. I was still
    sitting on the edge of the changing table in only my shirt
    and my diapers. I was in my bare feet, too, because my socks
    had gotten wet I was nervous and upset for the principal to
    look at me in only my diapers. I noticed he looked at them
    in quick glances. He probably doesn't think much of me now
    since he figures I am a big baby.
    	After I told him the story of what happened he said he
    would call the two boys into his office and call their
    parents. He wanted the boys sitting in front of him when he
    called their parents so there would be no misunderstandings.
    	About twenty minutes later one of the boys, Doug,
    walked into the nurse's office. The nurse told him to take a
    seat. And she would tend to him as soon as soon as his
    mother got here. Doug and I were alone. He was looking at
    me, but couldn't say anything. I could tell, though, he
    wanted to talk, but words just weren't coming out.
    	Finally, he asked if I liked having to wear diapers. I
    didn't really want to answer that question because Doug
    wasn't anyone I would trust not to hurt me some more. All I
    said was, "Why do you want to know something like that?"
    Then he told me he wet his bed almost every night and what
    the principal's punishment was. He said ever since last
    summer almost a year ago his mom has been threatening to put
    him back into diapers. The principal, after telling Doug's
    mom that he wanted Doug to wear diapers to school for a week
    or face suspension for a week, listened to Doug's mom say
    she was looking for an excuse to put him back into diapers
    anyway, for his bedwetting. Doug was sitting in the nurse's
    office with me waiting to show up with diapers. I was
    beginning to think Doug was all right because was telling me
    all of this. I also knew he was scared, scared to be put
    back into diapers, that is.
    	Doug had now been sitting across from me for almost ten
    minutes and mostly looking at my diapers. We hadn't said
    anything for a few minutes, and suddenly the door opened. It
    was Doug's mom with a handful of diapers. some pins and
    plastic pants. Doug's mom ordered him up on the changing
    table to be diapered. She said in a terse voice that "you
    will wear these 24/7 for a week and you will use them and
    not the toilet." Doug asked if he could use the toilet one
    last time before he was diapered. His mom said, "no, you
    will do it in your diapers."
    	She told Doug once again to get up on the table. Doug
    was really shaking now and looked like he was really in
    shock. His mom pulled down his pants and pinned two diapers
    on him. She untied his shoes and pulled off his jeans and
    underwear. She said to Doug, `See these? You won't be
    wearing them any time soon." Then she shrieked, "They're
    wet!" and she dropped them on his nose. She then slid the
    plastic pants up his legs and snapped the elastic around his
    waist, then ran her finger around his legs. She said for him
    to wet in these now and slid his jeans on. Doug was crying
    now and saying he was sorry. His mom said, "too bad, just do
    it in your diapers from now on." When Doug was allowed off
    the table he walked over to me and said he was sorry. He was
    still out of breath from crying and his face was all wet.
    His mom handed the nurse the rest of his diapers and plastic
    pants with instructions to change him when necessary. She
    took his wet underpants, put them in a plastic bag and left.
    	By now my jeans were dry and didn't smell too bad. As
    the nurse handed me my jeans she checked my diaper; it was
    okay. She asked Doug to come over to her so she could check
    him. He was still dry, too. She asked Doug if he still
    needed to go. He shook his head "yes", so the nurse said he
    had to do it in the diapers. He whispered in her ear, but
    she whispered back, "you have to do it in your diapers."
    	I started putting my shoes on so I could go back to
    class. As I was tying them I could hear sounds coming from
    Doug. His face told it all, he was pooping his diapers. I
    was just about to go back to class. Doug was still in the
    corner, crying, pooping and wetting.
    	As I was reaching for the door to leave Doug began to
    really cry and kept repeating that he was sorry. He needed
    to calm down. The nurse caught my eye and motioned me over
    to him. She wanted me to comfort him, I guess, because it
    was on account of me that he was in this predicament anyway.
    	I reached over to his quivering body and he didn't push
    me away, so I put my arm around his shoulder. He kept saying
    he was sorry and he was looking into my eyes. I knew he was
    sincere by his look. I think we sat there for half an hour.
    I only said it wasn't all that bad to be put back into
    diapers. He was calming down and accepting his fate. Again I
    was about to leave, but the nurse pointed to the table. I
    was pretty wet anyway. After she changed me she asked me to
    stay and hold Doug's hand while she cleaned him up. When she
    pinned the new diapers on him he quit crying and actually
    showed a glimpse of a smile.
    	We left together because we had the same next class and
    then lunch. As we were walking down the hall Doug asked if I
    would walk home with him. I agreed to meet him as we were
    only two blocks apart anyhow.
    	At the afternoon recess he came over to be with me. I
    have two other friends who normally sit under the maple
    tree; we just talk and stuff. After recess I usually head
    off to the nurse's office. When Doug sat down he whispered
    in my ear, would I help him use the bathroom? I asked him
    how I was to help him. He asked if I could take his pin out
    and put it back in. I said I would try. When we got to the
    boys' room it was empty, so Doug pulled his pants loose and
    as he held them I pulled a corner of his plastic pants down
    and undid the pin. He didn't move, so I told him he could
    pee now. He still didn't move, so I pushed him towards the
    urinal. He shook his head, saying it wasn't going to work,
    so I looked at him. Then he said it took too long. He said
    he was peeing in his diapers as we stood there. I waited
    until he was done and pulled down his plastic pants so I
    could put his pin back in. I didn't do too good, I couldn't
    make it tight or as neat as the nurse does. I told Doug I
    was going to see the nurse so I could have dry diapers on
    and he said, "okay."
    	We had one period left for the day. It couldn't come
    too soon enough. I was hungry for a snack and milk. I had
    promised to meet Doug after school, which was okay with Bill
    and Robby, who I normally walk home with.
    	After school Doug and I found each other and headed
    towards home. Doug wasn't walking quite normal and I asked
    if he was okay. He said the diapers were slipping down below
    his butt because I hadn't pinned it back on tight enough.
    	We were a few doors from where he lived and I spotted
    Don, his friend, the other boy that caused me the grief
    after gym. I was beginning to say I would see you to Doug,
    and his Mom's holler interrupted me. She hollered for Doug
    to get into the house so she could change his diapers. I
    thought to myself, "what a mean mom." Don began teasing Doug
    and started in on me, also. Don had taken the week of
    suspension.
    	When all three of us were at the door to the house
    Doug's mom insisted we all three come in to watch her little
    Dougie have his diapers changed. It was probably good that I
    came in because I knew it would be tough on Doug.
    	His mom pulled off his jeans and saw his diapers were
    fallen to the bottom of his plastic pants. She said she
    would have to show the nurse how to diaper her little boy. I
    didn't want the nurse to get in trouble, so I told her I
    unpinned Doug's diapers. She was furious when she knew the
    whole story. She finished changing Doug and told him he
    would only wear his T-shirt and diapers for the remainder of
    the day.
    	I left at that point for home. Don stayed, probably to
    tease Doug. All I knew was I wanted out of there and ran
    home.

    Part 6

    	This is the last week of school. In two days we will
    begin our summer holiday. Mom said I will have to quit
    wearing my day diapers. She smiled and said this won't be
    easy, but it won't be that hard, either. She said in two
    days I will wear training pants over them for in case of
    this type of thing. She told me these things while she was
    pinning my diaper on for school.
    	It was a regular day at school. The day kind of
    dragged. Because it was so close to the end of the year that
    we mostly goofed around. It was a beautiful day, bright
    sunshine and no clouds.
    	Doug and I remained friends since the gym episode. We
    walk home together almost every day and his mom still tries
    to embarrass him whenever she can. Otherwise she invites me
    in and changes me and puts Doug back into diapers. After his
    week of punishment he only wears them at home and at night.
    	His sister is always checking us to see if we need
    changed. At the beginning she was doing it out of spite, but
    she changed and now she is really nice. Today when we walked
    in his front door his sister pointed us upstairs. Doug went
    first and I followed his sister. First she diapered Doug.
    Then, when she pulled down my plastic pants she said I was
    dry. Without saying anything she unpinned one side of my
    diaper and ordered me to the bathroom. I went into the
    bathroom and she was right behind me. I said, "I could go by
    myself," but she said my mom told her to make sure I use the
    toilet and that meant for her to stay beside me. I was
    totally embarrassed and couldn't pee. I just stood there.
    After a few minutes Susie told me to turn around. As I
    turned she knelt down to pin my diaper closed.
    	When we got downstairs Doug was watching television and
    hadn't missed either of us. I guess he figured I messed in
    my diaper really bad or something. We started to go outside
    and Susie said we had to be in in an hour so she could take
    us to the bathroom. Both of us said okay and left.
    	Doug has a lot of construction equipment and a large
    dirt area in his back yard where we make roads. We must have
    been out an hour because Susie called. An hour really goes
    fast. When I got up, though, I realized I was pretty wet. I
    didn't want Susie to know so I told Doug I was going home
    and I started walking in that direction. Susie spotted this
    move really quick. She hollered for me to "turn around and
    get in here with Doug."
    	She looked at me and said, "you're wet, aren't you?" I
    didn't answer. She pulled Doug's pants down and undid his
    safety pins. She said for both of us to go upstairs for new
    diapers. Doug had wet his diaper, too. She was really nice
    to both of us, not scolding us. Both of us noticed how nice
    she was.
    	This time when we went downstairs I left for home. Mom
    was making supper and it smelled good; it was fried chicken.
    That evening mom unpinned my diaper every hour and took me
    to the bathroom. She asked me if Susie was taking me to the
    bathroom. Mom was happy to know this was happening. Even
    with going to the bathroom every hour I still managed to get
    pretty wet. Mom has to change me at least once during the
    night or the bed ends up really wet. Most of the time I
    don't even remember her changing me.
    	Today is the last day of school. Mom reminded me that
    tomorrow I won't be wearing diapers during the day. I just
    said, "I know that." This was only half a day of school,
    mainly just to get report cards. I did well, getting all A's
    and one B.
    	Doug and I walked to his house. It was noon and we beat
    Susie home, so we went straight to the back yard. We were
    9out there for awhile before Susie called us to come in. She
    told us to head upstairs and she followed us up. She told
    Doug to lie down. He said it wasn't three o'clock yet and
    she shouldn't diaper him until then. She got a "Susie" look
    on her face and pointed to a big wet spot on his jeans. Doug
    just put a sheepish look on his face and shrugged his
    shoulders. At this point he just lay down like his sister
    asked him to. I was soaked and in desperate need of a
    change.
    	She told me to go to the bathroom and wait for her; she
    would be a minute. She brought the wet clothes and diapers
    and followed me to the bathroom. When she got there she
    unpinned one side of my diaper and told me to use the
    toilet. Again, with her standing there I couldn't pee; it
    was too embarrassing. And again, after several minutes, she
    ordered me to turn around and pinned me shut. The way she
    does this makes me get hard. She noticed and said I was
    sticking out again. When she had my plastic pants back in
    place she squeezed me a couple of times. It felt good.
    	I was still hard when I was walking down the stairs,
    and without realizing what was going on the movement of my
    legs was making me feel good. Before I knew it my legs went
    to rubber and I fell down the last five steps. Most of what
    I remember after that was my leg hurt so bad. I was sitting
    on my leg and Susie was right behind me. She told me not to
    move. I don't know why, but nonetheless I didn't move. She
    knew right away I broke something-- she could tell by how my
    foot was facing. She told me this later. When she got to the
    bottom of the stairs she told me to lie flat. By now I was
    hurting really bad.
    	Susie called Mom and Mom came over right away. Between
    Doug, Sue and Mom, they loaded me into the back of the
    station wagon and drove me to the hospital. Some nurses met
    us and got me out and onto a flat thing, like a bed with
    wheels. They took me to a room called the emergency room.
    They touched my leg gently, but it hurt anyway. They asked a
    few questions about the pain and when they touched my leg
    how much it hurt. Then they left me and Mom.
    	Sue and Doug stayed home after I was loaded into the
    car. Mom asked me how it happened and I told her about when
    Sue pinned my diaper shut I got hard, and when I was walking
    down the steps something happened in my diaper. I told her
    how it felt so good, but it kind of hurt and it made my legs
    turn to rubber. Mom laughed hysterically. I said, "Mom!" but
    she was still laughing. When she calmed down she explained
    what was happening to me. Then she asked if it ever happened
    before this and I told her about yesterday and the time with
    Robby.
    	I heard the nurses talking about me as the boy with the
    broken leg. I guess they couldn't do anything with me until
    a doctor came in, at least that's what they said to Mom. It
    seemed like we were there an hour already. Mom asked how I
    was doing. I said it hurt a lot. Then Mom asked how my
    diaper was and I said I didn't know. Mom knew how to find
    out and did so, saying I was okay for now.
    	Soon after they took me to the x-ray they moved me from
    the bed and took x-rays of my leg. After they took the
    pictures they took me back to the E.R., short for "emergency
    room."
    	The doctor was there when we got back. After looking at
    the pictures he said it was broken and needed set. One of
    the nurses took scissors, which were laying on the table,
    and started cutting my jeans leg. She cut all the way up the
    seam to my belt. She took my belt off and picked me up a
    little to pull my jeans out from under me. Then she pulled
    them off my unbroken leg. Everyone could see my diapers and
    plastic pants now. The nurse noticed I was wet and she said
    they couldn't change my diapers until my leg was fixed and
    in a cast.
    	They put this hose-like stocking on my broken leg. Then
    they dipped these rolled-up things in water and unrolled
    them around my leg and over my knee, all the way up to my
    plastic pants. Then the doctor said he was going to set my
    leg and that it would hurt. He said it would be okay to yell
    or cry, but that I would be okay. I yelled, and it hurt so
    much and then I cried. Once he set it the pain began to ease
    up. The cast got hard pretty quick and the doctor let go of
    my leg.
    	Mom said she felt really bad for me lying there and
    unable to move. I filled my diaper when he set my leg. I
    just couldn't help it, it just came out without warning.
    Since I was in a cast Mom was able to change me and clean me
    up. Mom put a white disposable diaper on me that one of the
    nurses gave her.
    	They took me back to x-ray. I was covered with a sheet.
    They took some more pictures of my leg and put me in the
    hall. I asked if I could go home now, but no one knew, I
    guess.
    	Finally the doctor came by and looked at the x-rays. He
    said they looked good and said he wanted me to stay in the
    hospital for a week. He said my leg would hurt a lot and he
    could manage the pain better if I stayed here.
    	I ended up in what they called the pediatric ward. It
    was is a ward for kids. My room number was 313 and there
    were three other boys in there. The nurse was saying all
    this while in the elevator with my Mom. Mom told the nurse I
    might be uncomfortable in a room with other boys because I
    was still in diapers. The nurse said she knew that and that
    the three boys already in the room were in diapers, too. The
    nurse said that's why I was in that room, too.