    GARY THE DIAPER BOY

    	My name is Gary. I am an adopted child and I have an
    adopted sister named Robin who is three years younger
    than I am. I also have a brother named Doug who is the
    only child who was born within my family. This is my
    story about my childhood, which was spent entirely in
    diapers.

    Chapter One: When I was Four

    	When I was about 4 I asked my mother why I was the
    only one still in diapers and my friends were out of
    diapers, because the kids I played with said I was still
    a baby for still wearing diapers. Whenever they came over
    to play, they made fun of me when I wet or pooped, so I
    used to run to Mom to ask her to take my diaper off so I
    could be like everybody else. She said that I would only
    wet myself, or worse, so she would just change me and I
    would go back outside to play.
    	Whenever my mother tried to potty train me that
    sometimes she would just put me in plastic pants without
    diapers, but I would just go anyway and make a mess all
    over the house.
    	While I was about 4 or 4 1/2 the doctor said that I
    would just "grow out of it," but it took me 19 years to
    fully get out of diapers, so I was in diapers up to that
    point before I "grew out of them."
    	I used to play with the neighbor kids, mostly ages 3
    to 6, and they would make fun of me a lot and, saying
    things like "Baby", "Diaper Boy", and all sorts of things
    along these lines that little kids who were not wearing
    diapers would say to a kid their age who was. The boys
    were sometimes cruel, but the girls treated me much
    differently and they wanted to play "house." They wanted
    me to play the baby since I was the only one in diapers.
    They wanted to change me and do everything else to me
    that is typical to the treatment a baby gets.
    	The girls liked to play with me because I was still
    in diapers. Some of the other kids would say they wanted
    to be diapered, too, but Mom never put them in diapers,
    but I wish she would have, since if I would have had
    somebody else in diapers to play with, this would have
    been better.
    	Whenever I wet or pooped my diapers the other kids
    would holler to my mother to tell her that I needed to be
    changed, and then they'd try to follow me and her to the
    changing table in my room. She would change me, whether
    or not they were standing at the door watching because
    they wanted to see my Mom diaper me.
    	There was another kid who lived a little farther
    away who was five years old and still in diapers when I
    was around 4 to 4 1/2. He had a high fever when he was a
    baby and he developed brain damage and a loss of motor
    skills because of it. I knew him until I was nine years
    old, and at that point, he was still in diapers, too.
    	I used to play with him on rare occasions and I had
    a good time with him because we could play in just our
    diapers and nothing else. My Mom said it didn't matter if
    we weren't in clothes because we both wore diapers and
    that we didn't think about our diapers when we were
    together.

    Chapter 2: When I Was Five

    	When I was five years old I started school. I was
    scared because I was still in diapers and I was worried
    about being wet or stinky. What would I do? Mom left my
    diaper bag with the teacher, and when I was wet or messy
    she would change me in the bathroom. Sometimes I would be
    changed in the teacher's lounge, sometimes anywhere, even
    on field trips. Sometimes kids would come in and see me
    either being changed or in a wet diaper, or standing
    there waiting for my pants to be put on. The kids would
    all say, "Gary doesn't have to go to the bathroom, he
    wears his bathroom," so it made me feel bad to go into
    the bathroom, hearing the other kids talking about me and
    laughing at me.
    	I don't remember this, but my Mom said that kids
    used to pull off my pants and I would just be in a diaper
    until I could either find my pants. Sometimes the teacher
    would make the kids give me pants back. The girls would
    say, "let me carry you and take care of your diapers when
    you are wet or stinky."
    	I always wondered what it would be like just being
    able to know what it would be like to know when you had
    to use the bathroom, since everybody else did. I really
    felt left out when I couldn't go to the bathroom like the
    other kids. When I went into the bathroom, the kids would
    say, "What are you doing here, Diaper Boy?", or they'd
    call me "Baby Huey." They would pat me where my diapers
    were and say, "Boy, what a padded butt you have!". They
    would hold me down and pull off my shoes and pants and
    leave me there on the floor in just a diaper. "Oh, isn't
    that cute!" they'd say. "The baby is in a wet diaper!
    Well, we don't want him to have wet pants, so let's take
    them with us!" I'd have to go around in just a diaper
    until I either found my pants, or the teacher would make
    the boys who took them give them back. Girls always
    wanted to change me, especially when I was wet or poopy.
    I don't know why, but they did. Everybody in the school
    saw me in diapers. A whole group of girls got together
    when the boys held me down and then the girls would pick
    me up in just my diapers. They were really kidding
    around, saying "Let's put the baby to bed, but where's
    his bottle and passie? We need to get them, but we're at
    school." I was embarrassed that a group of girls could
    diaper a boy like me anytime they wanted to.
    	One time I wasn't in the bathroom, but out on
    recess. They held me down and took my pants off right in
    front of the girls. While the boys held me down the girls
    checked my diapers for wetness and poop and wanted to
    change me. I'm sure glad they didn't have any diapers
    with them at the time to change me. I just went home and
    didn't even come back to class. I went home in just a
    diaper, shirt and shoes.

    Chapter 3: When I Was Six

    	When I was six years old I was still in diapers. I
    asked my Mom what was going on and why I was still
    wearing these things and when I was going to get out of
    them. Mom just said, "that is the way you are for now,
    and you might not get better, so you'd better just get
    used to it and go on and not worry about it."
    	Mom told me that my muscles were not formed very
    well and I would just have to wear diapers until I got
    more muscular control.
    	I tried, but I remember standing at the door in just
    a cloth diaper with plastic pants on and watching my
    friends play. I played a lot with them. I just ran out
    and wanted to play, but they were playing football and I
    could not run fast in a bulky diaper. Cloth diapers are
    more bulky and harder to get around in, so playing sports
    was almost impossible.
    	My sister Robin was about 3 or 4 at the time. She
    was out of diapers when she was 2 1/2. She always asked
    me why I was still wearing diapers and I always told her
    that I was wet or messy or stinky in my diaper. Whenever
    she helped Mom change me it made her feel like she was
    Mom herself.
    	One day my sister came up to me and said, "well, I
    see you don't care if everybody sees you in a diaper." I
    told her they already knew it, but I was still
    embarrassed a little. Mom's talks made me feel better,
    though.
    	Around the house and at the store I was mostly just
    in a diaper, even when company came, whether my company
    or my parents' company were there with their kids. I was
    always asking to put my pants on, and my Mom would
    sometimes dress me, but most of the time she'd say, "but
    they've already seen you in your diapers and it shouldn't
    matter."

    Chapter 4: When I was Seven

    	When I was 7 years old, the girls would ask me all
    the time if I needed my diaper to be changed since they
    wanted to change me. I was really embarrassed about this.
    This went on all the time in every class. It was hard to
    hide the fact of wearing diapers back then, there were no
    disposables, only cloth diapers and plastic pants. I
    couldn't get out of them, I was just stuck in diapers. If
    they were just wet I could get by, but when they were wet
    and poopy everybody could smell them. All the kids would
    say, "The baby needs his diapers changed!" The girls
    would say, "Can we change your diapers?" The teacher
    would come up to me and say, "let's go change your
    diaper," so we headed for the teachers' lounge. I would
    waddle up there with the poop squishing around every time
    I made a step and the smell would fill up the hall.
    Everybody knew I had a dirty diaper on. We would get to
    the teachers' lounge and if someone was in there they
    would see me in diapers. Then we would head back to the
    classroom and the kids would always make fun of me and
    say, "well, you smell better," or "the baby got his
    diaper changed," or "how's Baby Huey?"
    	Mom knew about the ways the girls treated me. She
    just told me that girls like to play as mommies and they
    were supposed to take care of kids and told me not to
    worry about it. Girls still always wanted to see my
    diapers and play "house." Guess who was going to be the
    baby in diapers? Company would come to see Mom and Dad,
    and all they had were girls in their family, older and
    younger than I. I had to play with them, but I started to
    enjoy it after awhile and didn't know why. But now I knew
    why I started to like girls and didn't know it yet.
    	Boys just made fun of me, but some of them didn't
    say anything. They always wanted me to play, and I tried
    to play with them, but it was still hard to play sports.
    Running was just too tough in thick cloth diapers and
    plastic pants, but I did my best.
    	When we went swimming it was tough to be in a diaper
    then because I was too old to go in the baby pool. In the
    big pool, kids would do all kinds of things, such as pull
    my swimsuit off and leave me in just my diapers, stuff
    like that, so it was really hard to swim with them.
    	I made the mistake of going to the restroom as the
    older kids were in there, too. They said, "well, why are
    you here, diaper boy? You don't belong here, you use
    diapers!" So they got me down and took my pants off and
    left with my pants. I was left lying there in my diaper,
    so I waited until the bell rang and left. The principal
    saw me and asked me where my pants were, so we went to
    the office and my Mom wasn't home, so he said, "you'd
    better go to class." He said he'd keep calling my Mom,
    but I told him that I wasn't going to go to class in just
    a diaper, but I had to go anyway. That was really bad
    that I had to sit through two classes in just diapers.
    Everybody saw me when we changed classes. From then on I
    kept a pair of pants in my locker, and it happened more
    than once, even more than a few times.
    	My parents would go visit their friends and us kids
    would have to go with them. Doug was in diapers still,
    and I, of course, was in them, too. My parents would play
    cards and us kids would play with my friend who was
    there. He knew I wore diapers but he didn't care since he
    was a good friend. My brother would play with us because
    he was a boy. My sister would play with this girl who was
    older than I was, so we played.
    	Later, my sister Robin came up to us and I was wet
    and stinky, so she ran downstairs and we could hear her
    from where we were. She told Mom I had messed my diaper,
    so the other Mom called her daughter down and asked her
    if she would change my diaper. My Mom said she didn't
    want to do that, but she said she would. Boy, I thought
    the world was going to end. I told them I would just wait
    on Mom, but she ran downstairs and then Mom called me
    down and I went back upstairs to get changed by that
    girl. My friend went along and he watched me get changed.
    I took off my shoes and pants and the girl said, "What a
    smell!", so she laid me down and pulled off my plastic
    pants and said, "you sure are a wet and messy little
    boy!" She unpinned the diaper and started to clean me up
    right in front of my friend. She powdered me up really
    well and it did feel good when she did it. They got the
    diapers out and they looked bigger than what I was used
    to. They pulled them up and pinned them on and put my
    plastic pants back on and helped me up. Boy. were they
    ever thick between my legs! My pants would not even fit
    over them, so I wore just a diaper and the girls said
    they were finished. If I wanted to wear my diapers less
    thickly so I could wear my pants, then I was go see Mom,
    but that was out and my Mom would not do anything for me,
    so I was left in just the thick diapers that Robin and
    Sarah put on me.
    	I played in just a diaper until the other girl's Mom
    said it was time for me to have a snack and she asked us
    what we would all like. We all went downstairs and her
    mother told us to sit down. After we snacked we played
    for another hour and then everybody was off to bed. My
    Mom put Doug in bed and then we played. Nobody even
    noticed that my diapers were thicker than usual. Robin,
    that girl, came up and wanted to check my diaper, but I
    didn't let her. The girls had fun playing like they were
    checking my diaper a lot. An hour went by and it was time
    for bed until they were through playing cards. I got a
    clean diaper, not as thick as the one I had on, but a
    nighttime diaper and plastic pants. I was in bed with my
    friend in just the diaper. My friend wasn't in diapers,
    however. It made me feel gross, being the only one in
    diapers.
    	We went to the beach this year, and on the way I
    pooped and I was really wet, too. I leaked poop, so we
    stopped to take care of me. The rest of my pants were on
    top of the car, so Mom cleaned me up and put another
    cloth diaper and plastic pants on me and closed the back
    door. My sister and brother were watching the whole time-
    - how embarrassing!
    	I asked my Mom, "What about my pants?" She said,
    "they're wet and messy," so I told her to get me some new
    ones. My Dad said they were on top of the car in the
    suitcase, and that it would be too much trouble until we
    got to the motel for the night.
    	"But I'm in just a diaper," I complained. "I need my
    pants," and it was only morning. When we stopped for gas
    everybody got out of the car but me. Mom said, "Come on,
    I need to check your diaper and change you in the
    bathroom."
    	"But people will see me!"
    	"Well, get out of the car!" she said, so I did.
    	People were looking at me in my diapers, which were
    wet, I guess, I can't remember that part.
    	On the way in, this girl about my age said, "Mommy,
    why is that boy in diapers?" Man, what a day!
    	Then it was time for lunch, and in these days there
    weren't many fast food places, so we stopped at a
    restaurant to eat. I was still in diapers and I had to go
    wearing just a diaper. Nobody but Mom or Dad, I guess,
    thought anything about it, but I sure did. When we walked
    in I felt like everybody was looking at me and laughing
    at me. Then we finally got seated and the waitress asked
    Dad if we were ready.
    	Robin and my sister said, "we need another baby seat
    since this baby is in diapers!" I was really embarrassed,
    and very wet. I knew the waitress had to have seen it
    when she looked at me in diapers.
    	We finally got to the hotel and everybody wanted to
    go swimming but I, because knew what it was like to swim
    in just a diaper at the pool. Mom changed me and we all
    went into the pool, and there weren't too many people
    there, but even one was too many.
    	We got ready for bed. Mom took off the wet diaper
    from the pool. I took a shower and then Mom put my
    diapers back on me. My brother and I had to sleep with my
    sister. She got up sometime during the night and woke me
    up and she checked my diaper. I didn't like that, of
    course. One thing I liked about it was that she stuck her
    hand in a big pile of poop, I liked that part, anyway. I
    went back to sleep. After I woke up I got a bath and
    changed into a new diaper before everybody else, so I
    watched TV while they got ready.
    	Then we went to Florida, but that was a long
    experience.

    Chapter Five: When I Was Eight

    	It was July 20th, my birthday, and I was eight years
    old. We had a big party. I asked my Mom if I could take
    my diapers off just for the party. She told me that I
    still had to wear them because I still couldn't use the
    potty yet. The kids started coming over, boys and girls.
    Dad started the grill for the hot dogs and the hamburgers
    and we kids started playing and this girl came up to me
    with her sisters and her brother, and her mom left them
    there. Her brother Bruce and her two sisters stayed to
    watch. I don't remember their names, except that the
    oldest was 18. Her sisters were ages 2 and 7 and her
    brother Bruce was 10.
    	Later on my friend came, his name was Jeff and I was
    glad to see him. We got together and started to play.
    Jeff was also in diapers just like I was. We were the
    only ones there in diapers except for the two-year-old.
    Dad then said, "Time to eat!", and so we did, with ice
    cream and cake afterwards.
    	Jeff then pooped in his diaper and his mother came
    over and said, "let's change your diaper." She asked me
    if I needed my diaper changed, too, and as it this was
    right in front of everyone, I was really embarrassed.
    Jeff and I then went to get our diapers changed together.
    He sure stunk up my bedroom. I had wondered if I smelled
    like that when I pooped in my diaper, I hoped that I
    didn't. We got new diapers on and walked back to the
    party where I opened my presents. One of the kids gave me
    a truck and a pacifier in the same present. Some of the
    kids said, "put it in your mouth!" I got really mad and
    hit him, so my Mom made me say to him that I was sorry,
    but I wasn't.
    	The girls were all there together at the party as
    were the boys, but the boys were off playing ball, and
    Jeff and I couldn't play ball in diapers, so we watched.
    I was messy and soaked and my diapers were leaking, but
    the parents were busy and I didn't say anything. I went
    inside and the two-year-old was being changed on the
    living room floor and she said, "have an accident?" And I
    said "yes." I walked past her and she said, "you are
    messy, too. I smell it. You're in a diaper, aren't you?"
    I didn't say anything. I just went to my Mom and she
    followed me. My Mom said, "I'll be right with you."
    	"Can I change him?" the girl asked my mom and she
    said, "Would you?"
    	"Sure," she said back.
    	We then went upstairs/ I couldn't believe my mom
    said "yes" to the girl when she asked to change me. She
    got me up on my bed and took my shoes and pants off, and
    then she said, "what a mess you did in your diapers!"
    	She pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned my
    diaper and started to wash off my rear end, how
    embarrassing! She sprinkled powder on me and then rubbed
    it in. She then put a clean diaper between my legs and
    pinned it up tightly around my waist and pulled the
    plastic pants up and then she started to walk out. I
    said, "wait, I have to get my pants!" I put my pants on
    myself and then my shoes and went back to the party, but
    it had broken up by then and I was glad.
    	I went back to school and I was still in diapers.
    The kids still called me names. I did, however, meet this
    girl who was new to the school and she was friendly and
    did not care that I was in diapers, so she and I were
    friends.
    	She asked me why I wore diapers. I told her that my
    system(?) was not right. She wanted to know what it was
    like having to wear diapers all the time. I told her that
    it was awful because of getting diaper rash and smelling
    all the time, plus a lot of other things I couldn't do.
    After school I walked out with her, but her mom was
    there, so I told her I would see her tomorrow. I thought
    about her all day long and up to the time I went to sleep
    that night.
    	The next day came and Mom came in and changed me and
    got me dressed for school. I then ate breakfast and went
    to school, actually looking forward to school that day,
    but when I was just about there I filled my diaper with
    poop and it was really full. I saw the girl I met
    yesterday and I tried to not see her, but it was too
    late. She came over and said "hi." We started to talk,
    but I hoped that she wouldn't notice that my diaper was
    full of poop. She said, "let's go sit on the grass." I
    didn't want to sit down on the grass, but I did and I
    felt my poopy diaper squish all up and down and around
    me, how gross!
    	She said, "You must have pooped in your diaper, I
    smell it." I said, "yes, I did?"
    	"Who is going to change you?" she asked.
    	"The teacher," I answered.
    	When school started she said, "I wonder why we
    aren't both in the same class." All I could think about
    was my dirty diaper. I was began burning and itching
    badly.
    	The ten-minute bell rang and we went inside. She
    said, "I'll see you later." I went to class and I had to
    sit while the teacher took role. I was badly in need of a
    diaper change. The teacher then came up to me and said,
    "come on, I know what you want."
    	The other kids said, "it sure stinks in here, Diaper
    Boy" The teacher said, "Okay, none of that! He can't help
    it if he has to wear diapers!" She took me to the
    teacher's lounge and changed me. While she was changing
    me, she said, "don't mind those kids, they don't mean
    anything about it. If they just want to be mean, diapers
    aren't the end of the world." I sure thought they were.
    She pulled up and pinned my diaper on and plastic pants
    and got me ready to go back to class.
    	At recess I looked for my girlfriend. She didn't
    know that I thought of her as my girlfriend, but I did. I
    then found her, so we drank a Coke and talked. She asked
    me if I wanted to come over to her house tomorrow and I
    said "sure," not thinking about my diapers and needing to
    be changed soon after school. When school was over I told
    her I'd see her tomorrow. I then went home and told Mom
    about going to her house tomorrow and Mom said, "Good!
    We'll have to send some diapers with you so you can get
    changed."
    	Robin had a friend over that day and I was watching
    TV, so they came in. Robin's friend wanted to see my
    diapers and I said "no." Then they started to poke me in
    my diapers. I stood up and pushed them and went to my
    room. I started to think about tomorrow and seeing the
    girl. What was I going to do about my diapers and getting
    changed? I decided that I wouldn't drink so much
    tomorrow, problem solved.
    	After school we got in the car with her mom and went
    to her house and watched some TV. Her mom then came in
    and asked me, "Was that a diaper poking out through your
    back where your shirt is supposed to be?" I said, "yes,
    that is a diaper, I'm still in diapers all the time." She
    didn't say anything else then.
    	I could tell that I was wet, but I didn't know (?)
    (?). I wasn't going to ask to be changed and decided I
    would tough it out. We ate a snack, but I didn't want to
    drink that Coke, but I did. We then sat and watched some
    more TV before I went home. They went smoothly and I said
    "no problem," and we became good friends.

    	At age 8 that girl and I were really good friends. I
    found out that she was twelve, which was why we weren't
    in the same room together, but we were still friends. We
    were at my house and I had to get changed. When I got
    back my friend said she'd like to try on a pair of
    diapers. I thought "Why would she like to try on a pair
    of diapers? Why would she want to wear these things?" I
    wanted out of diapers and she wanted in.
    	I told that we would do it when she wanted to. She
    said she wanted to do it now but she was afraid her mom
    would catch us, but I said that she wouldn't catch us. We
    went up to my room and I got out my diapers so that and
    left the room so she could get in them. She called me and
    I went in and she had then up between her legs but
    couldn't pin one side of them, so I did. Boy, she looked
    odd in diapers. I helped her get the plastic pants on and
    she stood up and could walk in them.
    	She said that she liked them. I couldn't imagine
    someone liking diapers at that age or mine, either. She
    sat on the bed and I sat next to her, but I had my pants
    on. Then Mom called and I answered her. She said "come
    here," so I did. I told her that the girl was in the
    bathroom. Mom said she was going to the store and wanted
    us to go, but I said I really didn't want to go and that
    we would watch TV until she got back, so she said this
    was okay.
    	Mom left and I went back upstairs and told the girl
    that my Mom was gone. She said, "okay now, let's take
    your pants off." I said "Why?"
    	"Well, you see me in a diaper, now, it doesn't
    matter if I see you." With that I took off my pants. We
    were both in diapers. It did feel better knowing that it
    didn't matter that I was in diapers. We went downstairs
    in just our diapers and we turned on the TV and drank
    Cokes and ate snacks. Two hours went by.
    	I saw Robin coming up the walk. The girl ran
    upstairs and I just stayed there. Robin asked me where my
    pants were. I told her that I was more comfortable
    without pants, which I was. We then started watching TV
    and that girl came downstairs. I knew Robin thought it
    would be funny that I was in just a diaper then. Then Mom
    walked in, oh boy. Mom said, "What are you doing without
    your pants?" I told her the same thing and wondered if
    that meant that I had to go around in just a diaper from
    now.
    	The next day I saw my friend and she said that she
    wanted me to get her some of my diapers so she could wear
    them. I told her that I would get them, but she wanted to
    go to my house right then and see if she could put on
    some diapers. I thought about why she would want to keep
    wearing diapers.
    	We went to my house and Mom was there. As soon as I
    walked in she said, "you're back. Do you need your diaper
    changed?" I said "no", feeling kind of embarrassed, but
    the girl was there when I was just in diapers and Mom saw
    it, so that was that.
    	We went to my room, and this time she got the
    diapers out and got undressed right away. I was just
    standing there, I couldn't believe it as I watched, it
    was neat. I helped her pin them on, which I thought was
    weird. I thought it was kind of funny to see someone in
    diapers that did not have to be in them. I just had to
    take my pants off and be in just diapers, too. She then
    peed and told me that she did. I couldn't see how she did
    that, but she said that I was lucky to be able to wear
    diapers all the time.
    	Well, then it happened, I asked her why she wanted
    to wear diapers and she said they felt good. "Oh," I
    said, so we stayed in the room until Mom wondered where
    we were. She opened the door and there we were in just
    diapers. We were caught. Well, she was "caught", but I
    was supposed to be in diapers anyway.
    	That girl sprang to her feet and was just in a
    diaper. Mom wanted to know what was going on, so I told
    her that I asked her to put on a diaper and she did so I
    wouldn't feel so bad. Mom made her leave and to take off
    the diaper, it was wet. Mom said that she'd call the
    girl's mom and tell her that she wore a diaper and wet
    it. She went home when her mom came and she was told not
    to put diapers on again.
    	We moved later that year and I never saw her again.
    Dad was transferred to Minnesota, so here we went, moving
    again. Robin, Doogie and I didn't want to move, but we
    did it anyway.
    	We moved on the way to our new home, and yes, I will
    still in diapers. We got to our new home, where Dad got
    transferred to Minnesota. It was summertime then, and the
    neighbors came to greet us and there were lots of kids.
    It was a big neighborhood. The school was about a mile or
    so down the road. The parents brought lots of food and
    the kids were with them. Neil Reinhart, Mike Reinhart,
    Rusty Hellenum and lots more. They didn't notice my
    diapers yet.
    	I was standing there as we  were being introduced,
    and then it happened. I pooped and my Mom said, "we'll be
    right back." The kids asjed their mom, "is he wearing
    diapers? Look, see?"
    	As I was going upstairs Mom laid me down on the bed
    and started taking off my shoes and pulled down my pants
    and then pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned my
    diaper. I was soaked and really messy. She cleaned me up
    and started to put a clean diaper on me. I asked her if I
    could please go down not wearing a diaper. I pleaded with
    her, but she diapered me anyway. I walked back down and I
    was stared at by all the kids. They now knew I was in
    diapers. Well, they thought I was in diapers, anyway.
    They came up and asked me if I was wearing diapers
    before.
    	I told them that I wasn't, but my pants were bulging
    out a lot. After I had a new diaper on it was hard to
    walk at first until they got broken in. Neil slapped my
    butt and then he said, "yes, he's wearing diapers." So I
    told them that I was in diapers. Then the questions
    started.
    	"Why are you wearing diapers?"
    	"My muscles are weak and I don't know when I have to
    go the bathroom," I answered.
    	Then they wanted to see my diapers. I told them that
    I couldn't show them or I would get in trouble if I took
    my pants off. So I lied, but I was really embarrassed
    badly.
    	The parents then started to leave with their kids
    and I was relieved when they left, all except that people
    that lived next door and their daughter, who was still
    there. Robin was upstairs with her. Her name was Laura.
    	I went to my room and listened to my transistor
    radio while the movers were bringing the stuff in. The
    only thing in my room was my bed and some boxes and my
    diaper bag from the car. I got more comfortable and took
    my pants off and sat on the bed and then lied on it with
    the headphones. Then I went to sleep.
    	Robin and Laura were in my room and Robin was
    shaking me to wake up. Mom said it was time for lunch. I
    got up and realized that I was in just a diaper, so I ran
    as fast as I could into the bathroom. I heard Laura ask,
    "Why is he still in diapers?" I called out to Robin to
    give me my pants.
    	I didn't know at the time that Laura was my age,
    well, a year older and was later going to be my first
    girlfriend there. I went down and ate lunch. Laura just
    smiled at me the whole time we ate, so it seemed. Later,
    the movers left and we turned on the TV when they finally
    got it in the house. It was then time to get my night
    diaper on. It was always bigger than the daytime diapers
    and my clothes wouldn't go over these diapers at all. I
    waddled down and watched more TV and then went to bed.
    	The next morning I was outside and there was Laura.
    She waved and came over and started talking about school
    and stuff. Then she asked me the big question, "do you
    like to wear diapers?"
    	"No, I don't like them," I said.
    	She said I looked really cute in diapers and that
    she didn't mind the diapers at all, so I got a friend
    now.
    	She asked me to go to her house, so I went over with
    her. Her mom was in the kitchen. She asked us if we
    wanted cake and milk, so we got some. After we went to
    her room and then watched TV, my diaper was really wet
    and said that I needed to go and see her later, so I
    left.
    	 That weekend my parents were invited to a picnic
    for the neighborhood down at the park next to White Bear
    Lake. Almost everybody from the entire neighborhood was
    there. They were playing baseball and I was asked to
    play, and so I did. I could hit the ball really far, but
    I couldn't run very well in diapers, but I did my best.
    	It was then time for lunch, so we ate. Mom asked me
    if I needed to be changed. I did need to be changed, but
    I didn't know where to be changed, so we went to the car
    and I got changed. As soon as I got out of the car Laura
    was close by and I think she saw me get changed, but I'm
    not sure.
    	We sat down by the tree and talked. She asked me if
    I wanted to go swimming with her and some of her friends.
    ALl of the kids were swimming except the little kids. I
    told her that I couldn't go swimming there.
    	"Why, because you have to wear diapers instead of a
    swimsuit?" she asked.
    	I said, "yes."
    	She said, "Well, don't worry about that, nobody
    cares anbout that."
    	I did.
    	Mom said my swimsuit was in the car, so I got it and
    went into the men's changing room and took the diaper off
    and put the swimsuit on. The swimsuit was way too big
    because I was also supposed to be in a diaper. I tied it
    tight and went without a diaper on.
    	Laura said, "I thought you were supposed to be in a
    diaper." I said I took them off so I could be free for
    once. We went to the lake and I was happy being in
    something besides a diaper and plastic pants. It was cool
    until I was sitting there and I wet and she noticed. She
    said "let's go back in the water."
    	On the way she she told me that she saw me wetting
    my swimsuit and wondered if I knew I had to go. I told
    her that I didn't know when I had to go. We went back up
    and sat with the others.
    	I felt like I was one of them, without diapers. It
    was a great feeling until I pooped right there. It went
    all over the place and when I stood up, the poop ran out
    and down my leg. I ran for the lake to rinse it off.
    	My sister ran up and told Mom that I pooped in my
    swimsuit and was not wearing a diaper. Mom then called
    for me to come up there, so I did.
    	"Where is your diaper?" Mom asked me.
    	"I left it in the men's changing room," I said.
    	"Go get it," she told me, so I did.
    	We went to the car where she put me back in diapers.
    Well, it was fun while it lasted, but I ended up back in
    diapers again. She pulled up my plastic pants and put a
    new bathing suit on. My diapers showed over the bathing
    suit, so everyone could see part of my diapers. If I
    wanted to do what Laura wanted to do and go swimming,
    that I would have to go like this.
    	I walked back down to the lake and the boys said,
    "there he is, wearing diapers under his swimsuit!"
    	We went in the water and splashed around and had a
    water fight. It was then getting time to leave, so we
    went home.

    Chapter Six: When I Was Nine

    	My sister Robin liked seeing me in diapers and she
    enjoyed changing me with Mom there. Now she wanted to
    change me by herself. She changed my brother's diapers a
    lot, but Mom said I was bigger and it was harder to
    change me and get the pins in.
    	Robin had her friends over this day. One of them was
    about 7 or 8 years old and was in diapers, but I didn't
    know this at first.  They were going to have a sleepover
    party.
    	Neil, myself and one other guy were downstairs in
    the basement playing with my train set. The girls walked
    in and Neil said to Cathy, "how are your diapers, are
    they wet and messy, little baby?"
    	I looked at Neil and he remembered that I was also
    in diapers. He said, "I didn't mean you, Gary. Just
    funnin' with the girls."
    	Okay, but I wanted to talk to her, but that was a
    no-no because of the Code of Boys, "no girls allowed" at
    that age, so I didn't. But then I thought they were going
    to spend the night, so I would talk to her later.
    	Meanwhile, I didn't realize how wet I was and I
    looked through my pants and I went to find Mom, so she
    changed me. She was upstairs in my room changing that
    girl, so I called for Mom.
    	She said "up here in your room!"
    	I walked in to find her lynig down getting changed.
    I really liked seeing her get diapered. Mom got through
    with her and said, "you wear diapers, too."
    	I asked her if she knew anybody else who wore
    diapers and she said that she knew a boy in school, but
    he lived in the next neighborhood and didn't see him
    much.
    	I thought this was a better place, two kids who wore
    diapers, so I wasn't by myself now and kids weren't going
    to make as much fun of me, I thought.
    	She said that I was wet and I leaked in my pants.
    	"Yes, I did," I said.
    	She then went back to the girls then. I got my
    diaper changed.
    	"Mom, there are two kids who have the same problem
    who wear diapers."
    	Mom said "yes, now you can have someone to support
    you." I wanted to go and talk to her right then, but I
    had company, too. When I got back downstairs, Neil said
    that he was sorry about what he said to me.
    	We went outside and played Army. He seemed to like
    diapers, I thought to myselfr, but I didn't ask him. He
    had a two-year-old sister and a younger brother, too.
    	That night we were eating and I really pooped in my
    diaper and I got really embarrassed because there were so
    many girls there. I got up and felt that I really had a
    load back there. I knew I was walking funny, but my
    diaper was messy and I knew it.
    	I went upstairs and waited until Mom got there. I
    was just standing there, so I took my pants off and
    waited for Mom. The door opened and the other girl was
    with her and I was in just a diaper with no place to go
    but there in my room.
    	Mom said "lie down," so I sat on the bed and
    squished the poop all over me and the stink came out of
    my plastic pants. It was all over them and me. Mom said,
    "in the bathroom, and I will take the rest of the diaper
    off in there."
    	So out the door I went, the girls were in the hall
    and I was in a very noticeable poopy diaper. I was
    stunned. Now everybody saw me in my diapers. How did they
    react to that I didn't know yet, but was going to find
    out.
    When I got out of the shower I dried off and peeked out
    the door. The coast was clear, so I opened the door and
    went to my room, and while I was standing there I peed on
    the towel and the floor. I called Mom, but Robin told me
    that Mom had left to go to the neighbor's house to get
    some sugar. Then Robin and Sarah walked in. I grabbed the
    towel and told them to get out.
    	Robin said that Mom said it was okay if Sarah, who
    was eleven years old, could see me if she didn't mind. I
    then peed again. They told me to lie down, but I
    wouldn't, so Robin said she was going to tell Mom tgat I
    peed on the floor, so I lied down. They were both looking
    at me, I felt like I was about two inches high. Sarah
    then wiped me, and it felt good, so I started to like
    this a little bit, but not much. Then she put the diapers
    underneath me and powdered me and spread it out with her
    hand. I have to admit I did enjoy it a lot. She then
    pulled the diapers between my legs and I thought they
    were mighty big, but I didn't say anything. She pinned
    the diapers on and pulled up my plastic pants, I stood
    up, the diapers were not just big, they were huge on me!
    My legs were bowed out, and it seemed the waterproof
    pants hardly fit over my diapers.
    	I started to say something, but Mom called and said.
    "time to eat!"
    	The girls left at that time. I grabbed my pants and
    tried to put them on, but they wouldn't go over my
    diapers. I called Mom, and she said "Come and eat!"
    	I told her "Come here for a second!"
    	 She asked, "What do you want? I'm finishing cooking
    up the food!"
    	I said, "My diapers are too big! I can't get my
    pants on! I'm going to take them off and then come down
    to eat!"
    	I heard Robin say, "he peed on the floor up in his
    room!
    	Mom said, "don't take your diapers off and come and
    eat right now!"
    	What was I going to do? I remember going down the
    stairs, and it was like wearing my nightttime diapers,
    but bigger. It was really hard to walk and I knew I
    looked funny, but I went to the table in a T-shirt and
    diapers. We started eating and the girls were looking at
    me and my diapers, as much as they could see, anyway.
    	Sarah said, "Mrs. Coffey, I don't mind changing Gary
    at all. Anytime I'm around, I will if you want me to!"
    	I couldn't believe what Mom said. "That would be
    really nice of you, thank you, I will let you if you want
    to."

    	We finished eating, and the girls just kept on
    sitting there, so I asked Mom if she would change this
    diaper. She said, "Why? Is it wet or stinky?" I said that
    I didn't think I was wet. My Mom said to let her know
    when I was wet and she would change me.
    	I wanted a smaller diaper, but I didn't get one. I
    got up, and as soon as I got past the girls, they got up
    and followed me. I went to the TV room and sat on the
    couch. I tried to cover my diaper with one of the little
    pillows, but it didn't cover much of the diaper.
    	Then it happened again. Halfway through "Bugs Bunny"
    I messed my diaper and it stank a lot, but the girls
    didn't say anything, so I just sat there and didn't do
    anything. My Mom brought in some lemonade that she made
    with the sugar she got next door. She put it on the
    table, and the girls each got a glass, but if I wanted a
    glass I had to get up anf go five feet away and get one.
    Boy, I was wanting a glass of that lemonade, so I finally
    got up, and the diaper was still there, and I walked over
    and got a glass and drank it right there, so I put the
    glass back on the table and sat back down on the couch.
    	Then Mom came in and asked who wanted to go to the
    store. I did, but I didn't want to go in just a diaper,
    but that was how I would have to go if I were to go with
    Mom. I hated when I had to go somewhere in just diapers.
    Nobody thought how bad that was except me. The girls said
    they wanted to watch TV. They always went to the store
    with Mom, but they stayed home that day.
    	Mom left and Robin went to the window, and then came
    back and said to me, "Did you poop in your diaper?" I
    said, "no, I don't think so."
    	They got up, all  five of them. Sarah said, "let me
    check your diapers!"
    	I said that I wasn't wet or stinky,  but the girls
    started to change me,  and we started to roll on the
    couch and floor. The smell was coming out of my diaper
    and I knew it was. The girls held me there, and Sarah
    peeked in my diaper in the back and said, "I don't see
    anything, but it smells bad back there."
    	Robin said, "he's wet, also. We need to change his
    diapers."
    	I said, "Wait a moment, Mom will be back soon. She
    will let me get into the shower and it will be okay."
    	Robin said, "okay, but if she's not back in an hour,
    we will change you. Is that a deal?"
    	"Okay, deal," I said.
    	"Besides, Mom already said that Sarah could change
    your diapers."
    	I can't remember  her name, but another girl asked
    me what my diapers felt like and if I liked them.
    	 I said, "not good at all."
    	All that rolling around got me really messy in that
    diaper. I could feel it up my back and all in the front,
    It started to itch and sting a little. I got up and
    walked into the kitchen and I was followed by girls who
    liked to watch me walk in diapers. I got a glass of
    lemonade and went back to the couch and started watching
    TV again.
    	I asked Mom why she let me be changed by girls, and
    she said she didn't think it was no big deal, it was just
    help when she needed it. Mom also told me that she never
    thought about taking me out or changing me in places in
    just my diapers. I told her that I always asked her to
    take them off and let me play in just blue jeans. She
    said that I made too big of a deal about being in
    diapers. It wasn't that big of a deal to her and that my
    diapers were just clothes to her, but to me, they were
    DIAPERS!
    	We sat there and watched The Roadrunner and "Leave
    it to Beaver", and the whole time I was getting more and
    more uncomfortable, but I didn't say anything. Then robin
    said, "Okay, time is up, lets get you changed."
    	I said, "wait until 'Beaver' is over then you can
    change me, but I have a messy diaper."
    	They all smiled, but I didn't think it was funny,
    but I was kind of wanting them to, but at the same time,
    I wasn't wanting them to. "Beaver" was almost over, then
    mom walked in. "Saved," I thought to myself. Mom had a
    bag in both hands and said, "okay, everybody go get some
    bags." I am just in a diaper, so the girls and I got up
    and they went out the door, but I went back to where mom
    was and said, "I really need my diaper changed, mom." She
    said, "okay, lets go upstairs," and so we went.
    	I lied on the bed and she took off my plastic pants,
    and the poop was even on the plastic pants and the poop
    was well up my backside and I knew the girls had to see
    that, too. I was walking around the girls in this messy
    diaper and they knew it the whole time! Then mom said "up
    and into the bathroom, I'll take off the rest of your
    diaper in there." So I cleaned up in the shower and mom
    put a clean diaper on me and I got back in my oversized
    jeans and went back downstairs.
    	I went straight to the kitchen and got a glass of
    lemonade and went to the TV room and watched it. Then
    Neil and Rusty and the doorbell and we went outside to
    play. I saw Laura at the window of her house and we waved
    at her. We went to Rusty's house for awhile. He had a
    little brother of about two years old or so. She was
    always in the way.
    	We went to his room and looked at comic books for
    awhile, and I started leaking on the left side of my
    crotch. I said, "I need to go home and get some supper."
    It was a lie, though. So I went across the street and was
    almost at the door, and there was Laura. She, my friend
    Rusty, and Neil came to the door shortly after I went to
    the TV room, so we went over to their house and went to
    the back yard and played until supper. After supper I
    watched TV and then it was time for bed.  Mom changed by
    diapers, and in bed I went.
    	I was thinking about the girls changing me. Why do
    they like to do this? Boy, these diapers sure do get a
    lot of girls' attention, younger and older girls. I have
    to admit I kind of enjoyed them changing me, even if it
    was embarrassing. I then went to sleep.
    	I woke up the next morning and Mom came in. I took a
    shower because I was wet and messy. I then got a fresh
    diaper on and went downstairs for breakfast. School was
    to start the next day, so we went shopping for school
    stuff, so Laura came over right after breakfast and I
    went outside to talk to her. She said that she heard that
    these girls changed my diapers yesterday, and I said,
    "yes, they did." She said that she wanted to do that when
    we were together, and I told her she could.
        Laura and I then said goodbye to the girls and went
    to find Mom. Laura said that I shouldn't care about my
    diapers so much, it was really neat that I was in
    diapers. She said that I ought to go everywhere in just a
    diaper and then nobody would think that I was trying to
    hide them. I guess she had a point to that, but just in
    my diapers EVERYWHERE? Boy, I couldn't even think of how
    to do that. We then saw Mom and went to the checkout and
    then went home.
    	By the time we got back home I was really wet from
    two glasses of juice at breakfast and water at the store.
    I was swimming in my diapers now and Laura knew it. She
    asked me if she could change me and see me in my diapers.
    	I went to my Mom and said, "Mom, I need my diapers
    changed." She said, "okay, let's go."
    	"Well, Laura said she would change me," I said. To
    my surprise, Mom said, "oh, thank you,  Laura, for
    helping me out."
    	We went upstairs and Laura and I were in my bedroom.
    She said, "Okay."
    	I asked her, "are you sure you want to change me?"
    	She said, "yes, I do."
    	Laura and I went up to the bedroom and I started to
    take off my shoes and socks, and then I pulled down my
    pants and lied down on the bed. She pulled off my
    waterproof pants and started unpinning my diaper. She
    then started to clean me up. It felt great and I really
    enjoyed it. She then powdered me and pulled up the cloth
    diaper between my legs and pinned it. Then she said,
    "stand up," and I stepped into my plastic pants. She
    pulled them up and I was diapered once again. She said I
    looked really good in diapers and she liked me in
    diapers. So I grabbed my pants and put them on and we
    went outside.
    	I asked her why she liked diapers and she said she
    just liked to change them. I just said, okay." Laura's
    Mom then called her home, and on her way back over to her
    house she said "see you tomorrow and I will change you
    again. I thought about it again, why were just these
    stupid old diapers getting a lot of girls interested in
    me.
    	School was about to start soon and we were off to
    school. It was the first day of school and I was not
    looking forward to it at all, but I still had to go to
    school. I got up from bed and Mom was cooking breakfast.
    I went downstairs and started eating, it was French
    toast, I believe. After we ate, Mom said, "let's get that
    wet diaper off and you get in the shower."
    	"Okay," I said, so I walked upstairs and took my
    shower. Mom then diapered me and got me dressed. I looked
    in the mirror and it still looked like I was well-
    diapered. Mom said that she used fewer diapers than usual
    on me in the daytime when I was going to school, but it
    still felt the same to me, and so I went to school.
    	When I got to school I went to class and sat down.
    The teacher then took role and said our names and then
    got us our books. When it was time to go to the next
    class and I went out in the hall to go to second period.
    I was there in my next class for a few minutes and I had
    to go Number Two at the worst time. It really came out
    and filled my backside up and it smelled bad. The kids
    were saying, "who let gas off?" My diaper was full and
    wet. I panicked and didn't know what to do, so I sat
    there and it was getting very smelly in the classroom and
    the kids were saying "it smells like someone let gas go,"
    and I didn't. I raised my hand and the teacher knew what
    was wrong then. She said, "go to the office, Gary." I
    stood up and walked out. My diaper felt squishy every
    time I stepped. What a first day!
    	The teacher met me outside the door and asked me if
    I needed my diapers changed. She then said "yes, I think
    you do, let's go to the office," and so we did. There
    were other teachers in there and I had to lie down on the
    table and she took off my shoes and pants. There I was,
    in diapers, and everyone of them saw me and smelled me.
    "What a great first day," I thought. The rest of the day
    was bad.
    	I got home and told Mom I wasn't going back to
    school in diapers, no more, and I was going to start now,
    so I took off my diapers and decided that I would be
    through with them forever. I was tired of wearing diapers
    all the time.
    	Then my sister walked in and sat down. I was not
    going to let up. "Mom, come on, take these diapers off of
    me!" I said. Mom said, "okay, tell you what, what if you
    stay dry until bedtime, you won't have to wear diapers
    again unless you wet again."
    	"Okay," I said. She took my diapers off of me. Boy,
    was it great to be out of diapers. I skipped my cookies
    and milk right then and went outside with no diapers on.
    Freedom at last! I saw Laura and ran over there and said
    "Hi, guess what?"
    	She said, "I see you don't have diapers on."
    	I said, "Yep, I don't have to wear them anymore. Mom
    just took them off forever."
    	She said, "Oh, but I liked you in diapers."
    	"Why?" I asked.
    	She didn't really give you an answer and she said,
    "I have to go inside, see you later."
    	"Okay," I said.
    	I went back home and Robin and her friends were
    watching TV, "Leave It To Beaver," so I sat down and
    watched it. I liked that show a lot. About twenty minutes
    or so later I wet my pants and the couch, too. I stood up
    and Robin and the other girl saw me. Robin ran to tell
    Mom and Mom came in. I went upstairs to my room, took my
    pants off and got some dry ones on. I took the wet pants
    to the laundry. On my way back, Robin and Sarah were
    there and then Mom came upstairs and said, "in your
    room."
    	Mom went to my drawer and got my diapers and
    waterproof pants out. I said, "one more chance, Mom." She
    said, "no, lay down and take off your pants, so I did.
    Mom powdered me and pulled the cloth diaper between my
    legs and pinned my diaper on and slid my plastic pants
    on, so I was back in diapers again, they felt bad. I
    walked out of my room in just my diaper, I was mad. I
    went downstairs before Robin and Sarah and realized that
    I was in just a diaper and a shirt. Then Mom came down.
    Robin and Sarah said, "We will change him for you if he
    needs it." Mom said that would be fine with her. All I
    could think of was the fact that I was back in diapers
    again and I would probably never get another chance to
    get these diapers off again. How awful, I thought.
    	I sat and watched TV with Robin and Sarah. There was
    no need to get my pants on now. Mom then said, "supper
    now," and I was hungry, too, but I was not going to give
    up on getting rid of these diapers. I didn't want Mom to
    put diapers on me anymore. I would let Robin and Sarah
    change me instead. I wished I could be out of them for
    good.
    	Mom called "time to eat!" I waddled to the table
    still in just my diaper and a shirt and ate. After
    supper, Laura came to the door while I was watching TV,
    and Mom let her in. I didn't know that she was there as
    she walked in. I was startled a little as she sat right
    next to me. I looked at my diapers and I was a little
    embarrassed, and then I pooped really messily. It loaded
    my diaper, as if being wet wasn't good enough. Laura,
    Robin and Sarah all smelled it and they wanted to change
    me. I said, "sure, why not?" I kind of enjoyed it,
    anyway, and it was more comfortable to wear no other
    clothes with diapers on.
    	We went to Mom and she said it would be great if
    they would change me. We went upstairs and got to my
    room. Three girls, all of them older than me except my
    sister were there as I lied down on the bed and the poop
    squished all over me in my diaper.
    	Laura said "you better get off the bed and lie on
    the floor."
    	Robin then said, "Mom has a changing pad that is
    plastic on one side." So she got it and I lied on top of
    it, which I always did. The girls pulled down my plastic
    pants and unpinned my diaper and said, "you sure are a
    mess in there."
    	I said, "let me hop in the shower." Laura said, "no,
    I will clean you up." But I said, "no, I'll go to the
    shower," and so I did. When I got back the girls were
    still waiting on me. I thought they would be back
    downstairs. I said I was not going to put a diaper on,
    just pants. So I got my pants and went to the bathroom to
    put them on and came back out. They were a little baggy,
    but they were supposed to be for covering up my diapers,
    anyway.
    	I went downstairs and Robin ran and told Mom while I
    was watching TV. Mom came in and said, "you have to wear
    a diaper, so go upstairs."
    	I argued a little, but lost. Laura said, "I diaper
    him while you finish in the kitchen." The girls and I
    went upstairs and I lied on the changing pad again. Laura
    got the diapers out and Robin said, "come here." They
    were talking and then they came back and put the diapers
    under me and powdered me. I really liked it from the
    girls. It felt different than Mom doing it. Laura was a
    girl I secretly had a crush on. Anyway, she pulled up the
    diapers. They sure did feel thicker than usual, but I was
    really enjoying it, but more like I didn't. I didn't like
    wearing diapers at all, but this was neat to me. She
    pinned them on tightly and pulled up my plastic pants and
    then I stood up. They were the thickest diapers I have
    ever had on before.
    	I said, "come on, take some of them off."
    	Laura said I looked cute. "Leave them that way," and
    so I did. I could hardly walk. The girls were looking at
    me walk and they were smiling at me and they liked it.
    Why, I didn't know, but as long as Laura liked it, I was
    going to please her. We then went downstairs.
    	Laura said, "let's go outside." I said, "okay, let
    me get my pants."
    	She said it wasn't necessary. "Just go like that."
    	"In just diapers outside?" I said.
    	I have been outside a lot in just diapers and it was
    more comfortable that way, and so I went outside in just
    diapers with Laura. I wanted her to like me since I had a
    strong crush on her, so I did what she asked. I looked
    around and I didn't see anyone, so I was feeling really
    brave. We walked around the house to the front and there
    were boys playing football in Neil's yard. They all saw
    me and I ran the best that I could back to the house and
    I went inside.
    	Laura followed me and asked, "What's wrong?"
    	"All the boys saw me!" I said.
    	"Don't let that bother you," Laura said. "So what if
    you're in diapers? I like them on you, they look cute and
    I really like to change you when you are wet."
    	We then went back outside. Laura said, "let's go to
    my house," and so we did. Her younger sister and brother,
    ages eight and five, respectively, were there as well as
    her mom. I was, of course, still in just my diapers as we
    sat down and Laura's mother was trying not to stare at my
    diapers.
    	"You guys want something to drink and some snacks?"
    she offered Laura and me, and we both said, "sure."
    	"You didn't tell your mom I wore diapers?" I said to
    Laura. She told me that her mom already knew as my mom
    had talked to hers at their house when they were playing
    cards.
    	"It looked like she was staring at me," I said to
    Laura about her mom.
    	"Well, she probably wasn't thinking that you would
    just be in your diapers over here," Laura said.
    	"You told me to just wear diapers from now on," I
    said to her.
    	"Well, that's because they look good on you," Laura
    said, "and how else am I going to see if you are wet or
    messy?"
    	"Yes, I suppose so," I said.
    	I was thinking that I would do anything to get Laura
    for my girlfriend and I kept having to remind myself of
    that. As for the diapers, they really were a lot more
    comfortable to wear alone than with pants on, so I
    figured that it was okay. I guess I just wanted to be
    with Laura anyway.
    	Her Mom returned with a snack and a pitcher of
    lemonade. We then watched TV and ate and drank. When
    "Leave it to Beaver" was over it was time for me to head
    home. I said, "well, I need to go home." Laura said that
    she wanted me to stay for awhile, so I told her that I
    would have to call my Mom and tell her. While I was on
    the phone my Mom said that supper would be ready in an
    hour. I told Laura that I had to be home by then.
    	My diapers were really soaked and I knew that Laura
    would notice. She said, "You are wet! Want me to change
    you?"
    	"Okay, let's go to my house," I said, and so we did.
    	When we got outside, Robin and her friends were out
    there and they saw me in just diapers and they followed
    me. We finally got inside my house and Robin said, "Look,
    he is wet!" to her friends. I was really embarrassed, but
    I played it cool and went upstairs. Laura said to my Mom
    that she would change me.
    	I filled my diapers on the way upstairs with poop
    and I smelled it. Robin and her friends followed us.
    	"Sit on the bed," Laura said.
    	"Well, I'm stinky now and I need to go take a
    shower, so I can take my diaper off."
    	"No," she said. "I'll clean you up."
    	I sat really gently on the bed, but the poop in my
    diapers still squished up my back and in my front. It
    felt really bad. Laura got the diapers and a new pair of
    waterproof pants, and powder, wash cloths and new pins to
    diaper me with.
    	"Well, I'd better get your changing towel," she
    said. She spread it out on the bed, so I got up and sat
    there and lied down. Laura pulled off my plastic pants
    and started unpinning my diaper and then peeled it off.
    	"Boy, you've been busy down in there, haven't you?"
    Laura said to me.
    	I still don't quite know why she really liked me in
    diapers and why she liked to change me, but I was
    beginning to really like to be changed by someone else
    besides just my Mom and Dad, and Robin trying to help.
    	Laura was wiping me down and it felt good, rubbing
    my behind and between my legs. She then spread the powder
    all over me and started rubbing it in. I felt so good
    that I could hardly stand it, but I didn't let Laura know
    it. Then she pulled the diaper up between my legs and
    pinned it on me and slid on the plastic pants. I went to
    the bathroom right away in my diapers and Laura saw that
    I did and told me.
    	"Sorry about that," I said.
    	"Oh, it's okay," Laura said. "I just about had the
    plastic pants all the way up. I saw the spot get wet, it
    was neat to see it get wet. You didn't feel it?"
    	"No, couldn't tell at all," I said.
    	"Man, you are lucky to still be in diapers," Laura
    said. "Must be really neat to be able to wear diapers
    everywhere."
    	I was thinking why she thought that it was neat for
    me to wear diapers everywhere, I had to wear them and I
    wanted to be out of diapers.
    	Laura finished diapering me and then I sat up and
    got off the bed. Laura was older than me and she could
    put diapers on me really well, but I wasn't able to put
    them on so well myself, and nobody could put them on
    thenselves, anyway, I figured.
    	I went to the closet and looked for my pants and I
    put them on. Laura asked me, "Why are you wearing your
    pants?"
    	"I don't want to be in just diapers in front of
    everyone downstairs," I said.
    	"Why?" she asked. "You look good in diapers. Just
    put on socks and a T-shirt and take off your pants."
    	"Okay, all right," I said. I really didn't want to
    do this, but I did anyway and I walked downstairs with
    Laura. Robin and her friends couldn't take their eyes off
    of my diapers. They asked me how they felt and stuff like
    that. I said that it was hard to walk and they were hot
    inside.
    	Laura said, "let's watch TV with them. "The Andy
    Griffith Show" was on. Laura and I sat closely to each
    other on the couch. It was about 6:00 by then, I guess,
    and Mom called and told the girls that their mom called
    and they were told to go home. They got up and said
    goodbye to Robin and would see her tomorrow. They also
    said goodbye to me and were gone.
    	"Great!" I thought as it was still hard for me to be
    in just diapers in front of kids, both younger and older
    than me.
    	Laura and I continued to sit there on the couch and
    watch TV. "Andy" was then over with and Laura had to go
    home. We said goodbye to each other and would see each
    other tomorrow at school on Monday.
    	I was waiting on Mom to cook pizza for our Sunday
    dinner, and Dad had come home from fishing. He asked why
    I was sitting in just diapers. I told them that it was
    more comfortable than to have pants on, so he said this
    was okay.
    	The pizza was about done and Walt Disney was just
    about ready to come on, so we watched it while eating our
    pizza and then went to bed.
    	The nest morning it was time to get ready for school
    again. Mom came in to take my diapers off and to get me
    in the shower while she got Robin and Doug up. By then I
    was ready to be diapered and dressed for school. I then
    ate breakfast and then ran out to catch the bus. We got
    to the bus stop and were standing there waiting for it to
    pick us up and take us to school.
    	While waiting, Laura and I were talking. She wanted
    to change my diapers at school, too, but I didn't think
    that we could do that, and my diapers were kept in the
    teacher's lounge.
    	The bus then showed up and everybody lined up to get
    on. I waddled on the bus with everyone else and kids were
    saying, "There's diaper boy!" and stuff like that. Laura
    came to my defense and snapped back. She said, "Why do
    you say that? Are you jealous and wish you were in
    diapers?" The kids were quiet then.
    	Laura and I sat down on the bus and we started to
    talk. As the bus came to the next stop I filled my diaper
    with poop and I smelled it I knew what had happened.
    	"Did you poop your diaper?" Laura said.
    	"I think so," I said to her. "I smell it."
    	I tried to sit still so maybe the smell wouldn't
    spread throughout the bus, but as the bus bounced me
    around everyone started to smell my poop. They said, "you
    need a diaper change. Did they baby poop his diaper?"
    	Laura and I got off the bus and went into the school
    and I had poop in my diaper. We walked up the steps and
    down the hall, and I could still smell my diaper.
    Everyone was staring at me and I knew I was walking funny
    with the load of poop I was carrying in my diaper, in
    this condition, who wouldn't walk funny?
    	I went straight for the teacher's lounge. Laura said
    she would get my teacher to come and change me. I told
    her, "thank you." The principal came by and asked me what
    I was doing up here and not going to class.
    	"I need my diaper changed," I said to him.
    	"Okay," he replied.
    	The teacher got there and said. "You wet already?"
    	"I'm not sure if I'm wet, but I stink a lot," I said
    to her.
    	"Oh," she said. "Let's go to the nurse's station."
    	I waddled down there with the teacher and when we
    got there she had me set me down on the table. The poop
    went everywhere in my diaper and squirted out into my
    pants. We found that out when she took my pants off and
    saw that it was all over the outside of my diaper and
    plastic pants. What a lot of poop! I must have really had
    to go!
    	She took my plastic pants off and unpinned my diaper
    and cleaned me up. She then put me back into a clean
    diaper and plastic pants, but I couldn't wear my pants
    with poop in them. There I stood in just my diaper. Even
    my shirt was messy, too.
    	The teacher took them to the home economics room and
    was going to wash them there while I continued to wait as
    I stood before the nurse in just a diaper. It wasn't long
    until someone came into the nurse's office and walked in
    and saw me in diapers. I was asked, "why are you wearing
    a diaper?" I said, "Because I have to. I don't know when
    I have to use the bathroom." I could not believe I was at
    school in just a diaper in the nurse's office. "When are
    my pants going to get done?" I thought. Two class periods
    had gone by.
    	About ten kids, some older and some younger, had
    come by the nurse's station and saw me in just my
    diapers, how embarrassing! The bad thing was that now
    everybody knew that I was in diapers. School couldn't
    have been over soon enough for me that day. All the kids
    were wanting to know how it felt to be in diapers, now
    that I was grown up. I was wondering how much longer it
    would be before I was able to not be in diapers and be
    just like everybody else. I didn't realize it would take
    until I was nineteen to be out of daytime diapers and
    just be wearing them at night.
    	It was lunchtime and I saw Laura, and she had heard
    that kids were talking about my diapers at the nurse's
    station. Laura said, "don't worry about it. They just
    want to be in diapers themselves."
    	"Okay," I said.
    	We talked and Laura said, "let's play after school."
    	"Okay, sounds good," I said.
    	We got home and Laura came over. Mom was changing my
    diaper and Robin let Laura in and told her that I was
    being changed upstairs. I was stinky and wet because my
    pants were also wet. Laura knocked on the door and Mom
    said, "come in." I couldn't believe she said that as I
    was in the middle of being diapered without her knowing
    who was there at the door. Luckily it was only Laura.
    	My Mom finished diapering me and started putting on
    my pants. Laura said, "Gary, I thought you said it is
    more comfortable to go without pants on and be in just a
    diaper."
    	"Yes, it is," I said. "You can leave the pants off,"
    I told my Mom. "It would be better."
    	"Okay," Mom said as she left my pants off. I sat up
    and got off the bed and sat in the middle of the floor. I
    said, "Well what do you want to do, Laura?"
    	"What do you want to do?" she asked.
    	"Let's watch TV," I said quickly, before Laura could
    say, "let's go somewhere," being that I was in just a
    diaper. Mom brought in drinks and a snack and we watched
    TV. For some reason my diaper was itching really badly. I
    didn't have a bad case of diaper rash, so I wasn't sure
    why.
    	I went and told my Mom that my diapers itched really
    bad. She said that she would put ointment on the rash
    that was probably itching me. I asked if I could take the
    diaper off for awhile.
    	"And what are you going to use to not wet on the
    sofa?" she asked me. I had to leave the diaper on.
    	I went back in the living room and sat next to Laura
    to watch TV with her. We poured some more lemonade and
    got some more cookies off of the tray.
    	"I'm not going to the park this weekend," Laura
    said. "I'm having some friends over. Do you want to come
    over?"
    	"Sure," I said before I even thought about it.
    	"Great," I thought. Now I had done it. "Her
    friends!"
    	Mom and Dad weren't going to be here, so I said,
    "oops, I forgot, my Mom and Dad aren't going to be here."
    	She said, "let's go ask her," so we got up and went
    to ask Mom. She said I could go, but she and my Dad
    weren't going to be back until late, and to go ask
    Laura's Mom.
    	Laura said, "let's go ask her."
    	We went out of the house and I was in just my
    diapers as we went over to Laura's house. I knew that
    Laura's Mom wouldn't want to change my diapers all day.
    We got to her house with no problem and walked in. Laura
    asked her Mom if I could come to the party and her mother
    said, "sure."
    	"My Mom and Dad are going somewhere," I said.
    "They'l be late."
    	Laura's mother said that it would be okay because it
    was a spend-the-night party and they would be up for a
    long time. I said, "okay."
    	Laura's Mom asked me, "why are you going around in
    just a diaper?" I said that it was more comfortable and
    cooler, too, and she understood.
    	"And they look cute," Laura said.
    	We left back for my house, and on the way there I
    saw Neil and a bunch of his friends, and they said they
    wanted to play ball.
    	"No, Neil, I can't right now," I said to him.
    	One of the boys said, "yeah, he's in diapers and he
    can't run fast anyway, and besides, everyone would laugh
    when he was batting in his diapers and padded butt. He
    wouldn't get hurt if he fell."
    	I was embarrassed, but I didn't want them to know,
    so I just said, "Yes, I'm in a diaper and I can't run."
    	It was Friday night, school was out for the weekend.
    Tomorrow was the big party at Laura's house. I was not
    really ready, I was wondering how many girls would be
    there and how old they were going to be. I was doing my
    homewortk and Mom said, "supper!" I went down to eat and
    Dad asked, "finish your homework?"
    	"No, not yet, almost done," I said.
    	"You want to play catch later?" he asked me.
    	"Sure," I said, so we did, and Laura came over and
    watched. We finished and went inside, got a snack and
    talked. It was almost dark. Laura asked if she could stay
    awhile. Mom said, "sure." She called home and stayed. We
    were watching TV and drinking lemonade and Coke.
    	I was wondering who was going to be there tomorrow.
    About 10 or 15 girls, all of them were coming, Laura told
    me.
    	"Oh oh," I thought. I was petrified that there would
    be so many girls there! I didn't let Laura know that I
    felt this way, though. So we sat for a second and I asked
    her if I was the only boy going to be there.
    	She said, "well, one of her friends might have to
    bring her brother with her."
    	"That would be good," I thought.
    	Laura noticed that I smelled like poop and I did go,
    but I was not going to say anything about it. I was
    wearing my blue jeans and she still smelled it. She said,
    "you pooped in there, you're sitting in a messy diaper."
    I said, "yes, I am."
    	She said, "well, let's get you changed."
    	I said, "okay, Mom."
    	"No, I'll change you," Laura said. "Let's go."
    	We went upstairs and I sat down on the bed. She
    untied my shoes and she took off my socks. Then she
    unzipped and pulled down my pants.
    	Laura said, "you are mighty wet, too." She told me
    to get up and lie on the floor. When I sat on the floor
    the poop ran up and around everything inside of it. I
    really smelled bad. It was starting to come out of my
    vinyl pants a little. She laid me down and pulled off my
    plastic pants, then unpinned my diaper and peeled it
    back. The mess was all over my front and I knew it was
    also all over in the back. She laid the dirty diaper down
    and went to get a washcloth.
    	I asked if I could get in the shower.
    	"No, I'll take care of it."
    	"Okay," I said. I knew that I had to be a big mess
    because I felt it everywhere, all around and up my butt
    and all. She put powder all over me and pulled up the
    diapers and pinned them onto me, then she slipped on my
    vinyl pants.
    	We went back downstairs and sat on the couch
    together and watched some TV. Mom came in and said to
    Laura, "your Mom just called and said for you to come
    home."
    	Laura said "goodbye, see you tomorrow."
    	I was not sure I was ready for tomorrow. I didn't
    know what was going to happen. I went upstairs to get
    some PJ bottoms and went to watch TV some more.
    	"Time for bed," Mom said, so upstairs we went. Mom
    checked my diaper and said I was okay to go. I got in bed
    and started thinking about that party and the ten girls
    or so that were expected there. "This is not too good," I
    was thinking (but right now that would be good, he he.)
    	The next morning I got up and went straight
    downstairs and turned on the TV to watch cartoons. Bugs
    Bunny and the Roadrunner. Mom wasn't up yet, and I sure
    could have used a diaper change really badly, so I
    decided I would change myself. I went upstairs and said,
    "why not? It can't be that hard." I took off my diaper,
    no poo-poo. I was in [?] and got some diapers out and put
    them on, but I couldn't seem to get them so that they
    would stay on, so I just put my PJ bottoms back on and
    went downstairs and watched TV until Mom up to help me
    with my diaper.
    	While I was watching TV I went to the bathroom right
    there on the couch. I ran and got so [?] and cleaned it
    up the best I could. I went up the stairs, and when I got
    to the top of the stairs Mom was walking out of her
    bedroom. I got caught in the hall with no diaper on. Boy,
    did I get in trouble! I should have known better. I was
    back in diapers again really fast. I waddled back
    downstairs and felt that my diapers were thicker than
    normal. It seemed like it was harder to walk then normal.
    I had no pajama bottoms on, just diapers. I returned to
    the couch and watched TV some more.
    	Mom started breakfast and had it ready, so we went
    in to eat. Robin, Doug and I, and Mom and Dad finished
    eating and I was back to watching TV again. Laura then
    came to the back door. Suddenly she was right there in
    the TV room.
    	"When do you want to come over for the party?" she
    asked me. "We can go now and we can help my Mom and we
    could watch TV, too."
    	I wasn't sure what time I could go and I would have
    to ask my Mom. Laura jumped up and went to go ask my Mom
    when I could go over. I was right behind Laura, and my
    Mom said to her, "whenever you and your Mom would like
    to."
    	Laura said, "right now would be all right. Some of
    the girls will be there pretty soon anyway."
    	"Okay," Mom said.
    	I went upstairs and I put some pants and socks and
    shoes on. Laura and I then went to her house to get ready
    for her party and sleepover. It was almost 9:00 in the
    morning.
    	I got to Laura's house. Her Mom said two of her
    friends would be there sooner than she was expecting.
    Laura then said to me, "you can take your pants off and
    get more comfy." I said, "well, maybe later, okay!"
    	We weren't in the living room for 45 minutes, and
    one of Laura's friends came to the door and laid her
    things down. Laura then introduced me to her and said,
    "this is Gary. This is Debra, Gary."
    	I said hello to her and then she and Laura went
    upstairs with her stuff. I just sat down and waited. They
    then came back down and sat on the couch with me.
    	Debra asked me, "how long have you been wearing
    diapers, Gary?"
    	I was caught a little off-guard. I said, "I've
    always been wearing diapers."
    	"That is great!" Debra said. "I think you are lucky
    to be in diapers."
    	"I am, yes," I said.
    	"Look at all your friends who I bet some wish they
    could wear diapers."
    	I couldn't see why my friends would want to be in
    diapers, I thought. Debra asked, "Can I see your diapers,
    Gary?" I looked at Laura and she nodded, "yes."
    	I said, "Sure, when do you want me to do it?"
    	"Right now," she said.
    	"Okay," I replied.
    	I stood up and let Debra see my diaper. She said
    that I looked really good in a diaper, about the same
    thing that Laura said about how I looked in diapers.
    	I still didn't know what fun I was going to have and
    I really liked it when Laura changed my diaper, it was
    rally neat, but I didn't let the girls know that. I still
    didn't know why the girls liked me in diapers so much,
    and not all of them did, but a lot of them did.
    	The doorbell rang and more girls showed up and they
    kept coming, 9 girls in all so far. Laura said, "Let's
    all go upstairs and play," so we went upstairs and
    started playing. They wanted to play dress-up in their
    clothes, well mostly play jewelry. I felt lost. I was the
    only boy there and I thought, "why did I even come?"
    	Laura asked me if we could go downstairs and get
    some drinks downstairs, so we did. While we were
    downstairs, Laura said, "I got a good idea, Gary. Let's
    pretend you are a baby and we are going to take care of
    you."
    	I really didn't know what to say, so I figured,
    well, it was for Laura and it wouldn't be that bad, I
    guess, so I said, "all right."
    	We went upstairs and Laura said to everyone that I
    was going to be their baby, and so all the girls said
    that would be fun.
    	"What will we be doing?" the girls asked.
    	Laura said, "Gary, wait here a sec." The girls left
    and went downstairs. Laura came back up and said, "let's
    get your clothes off."
    	"I'm not sure about that," I said.
    	"The girls won't make fun of your diapers, I
    promise," Laura assured me.
    	"Oh, well, all right," I said. I get talked into
    anything, I thought, so I sat on the bed and took off my
    shows and pants and stood up. Laura said, "Let me take
    off your shirt and socks," and she did. I was in just a
    diaper now. Laura called, "Come on in!"
    	8 girls came in on me, wow! It was such a shock at
    first. They all liked it, I was sort of damp, but not wet
    yet. Laura asked one of the girls, "could you get some of
    your brother's baby items?"
    	She said, "sure." She lived two blocks away and she
    said, "be right back," and left.
    	Laura said, "Let's see, I have made some things we
    will dress our baby with later."
    	"Okay now," said one of the girls. "Why do you still
    wear diapers, Gary?"
    	"Well, I'm not sure," I said. "Mom said I would grow
    out of them."
    	"Do you like wearing diapers?" she asked.
    	"No, not at all. I wish I could get out of wearing
    diapers, why?" I asked.
    	"I like them, they look great on you," the girl
    said.
    	Laura's Mom called, "snacks and drinks are ready,"
    so they all jumped up and so did I. I reached for my
    shirt and pants, but Laura said, "you can go in just your
    diapers.
    	"Well, okay," I said, and so I did.
    	I followed Laura and went into the kitchen and the
    lady looked at me in my diapers and had her kid with her.
    He said, "Mom, look, diapers!"
    	Laura's friend returned with a bag of stuff, and
    then we ate and drank. Laura's Mom asked why I was in
    just diapers, and she said, "Gary's more comfortable in
    just his diapers. I heard the other lady say, "he's
    mighty old to be in diapers."
    	"Well, they don't know what's wrong," my Mom said.
    "They are hoping he will grow out of them."
    	The party had started and another girl came, and now
    there were nine girls in all. I was thinking, "how many
    more? Will I be the only boy here?"
    	Laura told me that there might be another boy here,
    I hoped so. We finished our snacks and went into the play
    room where the TV was. I was sitting on the couch and the
    girls were bunched together, talking and giggling, girl
    talk, I guess. They were looking at me off and on, and I
    figured they were looking at my diapers, too, and
    giggling at me for this.
    	It was about nine in the morning and Laura said,
    "let's all go upstairs," so they left and I just stayed
    on the couch watching TV. Then Laura came up to me and
    said, "What are you doing here? Come on up!"
    	"I feel funny in just diapers," I said. "Let me put
    on some clothes."
    	"Oh, we will when you get up to the room," she said.
    	"Great!"
    	I got up to the room and the girls had all gotten on
    the floor. I asked Laura, "Well, where are my clothes?"
    	Laura said, "Can we play house?" The girls said,
    "yes, let's play house."
    	I started to leave and Laura followed me out of the
    room. She said, "we want you to play. All babies use
    pacifiers when they don't have a bottle," so she put it
    back in my mouth. I went along with her and I was having
    fun, too, but I didn't let them know just how much fun I
    was having, so the girls started to take my diaper off.
    Boy, they folded the thickest set of diapers that I ever
    saw and put them under me and started pining them on me
    in layers, pin after pin, tighter and tighter they got.
    Then they put the waterproof pants on and the diapers
    were so thick that they didn't cover the diaper at the
    back. I couldn't even walk, they were so thick. I think
    that was the idea, so the girls started looking in the
    bag for cloths to put on me. The baby clothes they made
    didn't fit good, so they were tight they had took their
    clothes and tried to make baby cloths for me to wear.
    They were girl's clothes, but made to look like boy
    clothes, but the cloth was different. Then one of the
    girls said the dresses would fit me, and before I could
    say anything, Laura said,  "No! He's all *BOY!!*" I was
    so glad to hear that because there was *no way* I was
    going to let them dress me up as a girl!"
    	Laura took a bag downstairs and was gone for awhile.
    I could hear the girls talking, saying "Boy, he looks
    cute in diapers," and one said, "I wish my brother was
    still in diapers. Boy, that would be fun dressing him up
    in diapers!"
    	Then Laura was back and went to the bed with the
    sack, and they all came over with her and she bent down
    and took the pacifier out my mouth and stuck a bottle in
    and said, "drink it." It took me awhile, well, a few
    minutes to get it to work, and it was work to get a
    drink. They all checked my diaper and said, "he is just
    damp." I was thinking, "What was going to happen when
    Laura's mom got back from the store?" I guessed the game
    would be over. I really was liking it now a lot. The
    girls were having fun, but I think I was having more fun
    than they were. They said, "let's go to the playroom and
    play and watch TV." It was down the hall a bit. I could
    hardly stand up with these diapers on; they put them on
    too thick and I couldn't really walk good. They all said
    I looked cute waddling across the floor, so I had to sit
    down.
    	Laura said that she wanted me to crawl the rest of
    the time I have to because the diapers were so thick. I
    could walk, but not good at all, so I tried it crawling.
    It was lots easier than walking, just not as fast, but it
    was also very tiring. I wasn't used to it, but we were
    just going down the hallway to the next room to watch TV,
    so I thought, but when we got there they had all kinds of
    stuff. They turned on the TV show and they all came over
    and everyone checked my diaper. I was just a little damp.
    	Then they shoved another bottle in my mouth and had
    some brownies, which later on I found out that mine had 2
    Ex-lax chocolate bars in them. they checked my diaper
    again and again. It seemed that's all they did was give
    me a bottle and check my diaper every few minutes. One of
    them would check my diaper, and it was just a little
    damper. I  really didn't need changing. I could have wore
    them a week, I think, before they would have been wet
    enough to change as thick as they diapered me. Laura
    said, "Lets change him." They got the stuff-- the powder,
    oil, washcloth, diapers, new plastic pants-- and laid me
    down. They took off the sleeper thing, pulled down my
    plastic pants, unpinned my diaper, and pulled it down
    between my legs. Four of them lifted me up and they slid
    the old diaper out and the new one under me, and set me
    down on top the diaper and started cleaning me with the
    washcloth; it was warm. I have to admit it, even though
    all them girls were there, I really was loving every
    minute of it, but I just couldn't let them know it,
    although I think Laura knew. She would smile at me at
    times, like, "I know you like all of us girls diapering
    you."
    	Then she rubbed the oil on all over and applied the
    powder, rubbing it all over real good. Boy, did that feel
    good, even if I was only 9. Then they pulled the diapers
    between my legs just as thick as the others were, and
    started pinning them on 6 pins on each side, real tight,
    and then they pulled my plastic pants over my diapers.
    Boy, what a diapering that was, and the whole time I was
    sucking on a bottle which they wouldn't let me put it
    down, but I really liked it, though I was getting tired
    of sucking. My muscles in my mouth were tired, but they
    wanted me to keep on drinking and eating a lot more than
    I really wanted to remember. I didn't know about the
    laxatives that I had at the time. The whole time the
    girls were patting my diaper on the butt and the front.
    they couldn't get enough of my diapers, it seemed like,
    and I was enjoying it, but I still wanted to be out of
    diapers like everyone else was. I was not to be that
    lucky for several years to come. I would be diapered all
    the time.
    	My stomach was turning over and over. About that
    time 3 of the girls checked my diaper and I was still
    dry. Then it happened, I really filled up my diapers with
    poop. I smelled it and felt it run everywhere all over me
    in my diaper. It was unreal now, I was sitting on the
    floor drinking a bottle and sitting in a very messy
    diaper. Little did I know that I would be in a messy
    diaper most the night and also the next day. Every time I
    moved it was squishy all over and the smell was very bad.
    It had to be, I could smell it. Then Laura and another
    girl came over and said, "looks like baby messed his
    diaper," and they pulled back the plastic pants and
    looked down and went, "Phew! It stinks down there and
    looks real messy, too! We are going to have to change
    baby."
    	Then I pulled the empty bottle from my mouth and
    said I might ought to get in the shower for this one and
    Laura said, "Yes, you might and shoved the pacifier in my
    mouth and they walked away went to the other room A few
    minutes later she came in and said, best I can remember,
    was, "Okay, come on," so I started to stand and she said,
    "No, you have to crawl." She plopped me back down and the
    mess in my diaper went everywhere on the inside of the
    diaper and some leaked out. Boy, what a stinking mess it
    was by this time. I was also soaked, but didn't know it
    at the time, so as I crawled I could feel that mess
    squishing around between my legs and around my butt. At
    that time felt gross, but now that I think about it I
    would love for it to happen now again. Even though I
    liked the girls making a fuss about me, I still really
    wanted to be out of diapers and to be like everyone else.
    	I was in the hall down to her bedroom and got in
    there and sat down and waited. When I sat I felt it ooze
    up between my legs and up my front. I was really wanting
    to get out of this diaper bad, and the girls were just
    talking and giggling. She came over and laid a towel on
    the floor and said, "okay sit here," so I did, and then
    she laid me down. Two girls on each leg lifted me up and
    Laura slid my plastic pants down. The girls let me back
    down and she took the plastic pants the rest of the way
    off. She said, "you sure are wet and messy in there."
    They started cleaning me up and Laura's mom got home, so
    Laura wiped me down really fast and powdered me up and
    put a real thin diaper on me, and put one of my T-shirts
    on.
    	We went downstairs and watched TV until supper. Then
    it was time for supper and went in to eat. I can't
    remember what we had, but I'm sure it was good, so we
    finished eating and got down from the table. I was just
    walking in the living room and I heard myself load my
    diapers again. The girls were in the living room sitting
    there. They were ready to go upstairs already. They said,
    "come and sit with us." I didn't want to, but did go over
    there and stood there. Laura and this other girl grabbed
    my arm and pulled me down and then I went "plop!"  I sat
    in a messy diaper again. It was smelly and I couldn't
    figure out why I was messing my diaper so much. The girls
    smelled it and said, "you need to be changed." So we got
    up and started up stairs. Sarah said, "Look at that butt!
    It's all brown back there!" Boy, was I embarrassed when
    she said that around the other girls. One of them said,
    "He sure loaded them diapers up!" Something like that. I
    was really wet, too, so I was really uncomfortable.
    	Laura took me into the bedroom and said, "sit down
    on the floor," so I did. I felt the poop squish all over
    my front and bottom. She got the powder and washcloth,
    and the diapers and a new pair of plastic pants, because
    the poop was all over the inside and outside of the
    diapers. She said she would be right back, and she came
    in with a bottle of apple juice. I lied down and she
    pushed the bottle in my mouth and I drank it. She pulled
    down my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper. The other
    girls said, "boy, he sure is messy this time," and they
    giggled.
    	I heard one of them say, "lets go get him another
    bottle." Then Laura's mom said that she was going to bed
    and said to keep it down so that they could get some
    sleep. Laura said, "Okay mom." They came in with another
    bottle and shoved it in my mouth. Laura cleaned me up and
    re-diapered me and I was good to go. I was still messing
    my diapers a lot. I finished that bottle and Laura sure
    did diaper me good this time. We went back downstairs to
    watch TV. I was sitting there in a diaper and a T-shirt
    drinking another bottle. "The Outer Limits" came on and
    the girls got scared, he he. It was great to me. They
    said, "come up here on the couch." I got up on it, which
    wasn't an easy thing to do, to walk in such a big diaper.
    I sat down and all I could see was my diaper, and the
    girls were checking me to see if I was wet. It was fun,
    but embarrassing, too. I finished that bottle and was
    watching TV, and Laura shoved the pacifier in my mouth
    and said, "that's better."
    	"The Outer Limits" was over and I was tired, so I
    said, "I think ill go to bed. Where am I sleeping?" I
    asked. Laura told me I could sleep on the other couch
    here in this room, so I lied down and ask for a sheet or
    blanket. She got me one and she brought a pillow, too. I
    lied down and I went to sleep pretty fast, because next
    thing I knew, Laura's mom was downstairs cooking. I just
    lied there, but noticed that my diapers were loaded with
    poop. I knew I was really wet because all that I drank.
    The poop was all up and over me, and every time I moved
    the poop would squish and move around in my diaper. I was
    really getting uncomfortable.
    	I wanted to get a new diaper on, but I didn't know
    how to diaper myself, only the girls could do this. They
    were in the girls' room way upstairs. I slowly started
    sitting up, and the poop squished all over inside my
    diaper. I have never pooped that much in a diaper! It was
    really stinky. I looked under the covers and the diapers
    were brown in front. I stood up and started walking
    around. My diaper felt like it weighed a ton. The stuff
    inside it was squishing with every step; it was really
    bad. I got to the stairs and stopped, thinking about what
    I could do. I turned and started back to get the blanket
    to wrap around me to keep some of the smell in and to
    cover the brown front of my diaper. I knew that the rear
    was looking bad for sure.
    	At about the time I got halfway, Laura's Mom said.
    "good morning." I turned around and said good morning
    back to her. She then said, "from the looks of your rear
    and front of your plastic pants, you are really in a
    messy diaper." I said, "Yes, ma'am," and she said for me
    to go upstairs and she would be right in there.
    	I started up the stairs. Every step I took I could
    feel the mess back there going around inside my diaper,
    and all around it felt really sticky and wet. I finally
    got upstairs. I was standing there and Laura's Mom came
    up the stairs a few minutes later and she went into
    Laura's room. Laura's Mom asked where my diapers were.
    The girls said that they were in the closet.
    	Laura then stuck her head out the door and said,
    "Good morning" to me. I said the same to her. She then
    noticed my diapers.
    	"Boy, you sure are messy this morning," Laura said.
    The other girls then came out of the room and also saw
    how messy I was. That was embarrassing! It was bad enough
    to be standing in just a diaper, much less a really messy
    and brown and stinky one. The cloth was brown in some of
    he front, but it was really bad in the back. Laura's Mom
    then came out and said, "let's go get you cleaned up
    now."
    	At about that time I was ready, but I was still
    thinking why I was so messy back there. I never pooped
    that much unless I was sick. Maybe it was the late night
    snack that I had last night. I got to the shower and
    Laura's Mom to me to step in there. She peeled off my
    plastic pants and unpinned my diaper. I was a mess all
    over!  I stood back and Laura's Mom turned on the water
    and she closed the curtains. I washed off the mess and
    jumped out of the shower. Laura's Mom was downstairs.
    	Laura and the girls were standing there waiting on
    me. They grabbed me and said, "we'll get you diapered,"
    so they laid me down and got the powder and stuff, Laura
    said, "give me the diapers, you got them ready?"
    	They were handed to her. She slid them under me and
    put powder on me and pulled the diapers up and put 3 pins
    on each side. That's how thick they were. Then came the
    plastic pants. They barely fit over my diapers and they
    stood me up, tucked the diaper under the plastic pants. I
    could hardly walk, I really waddled. Then they did that
    on purpose my pants wouldn't fit over these diapers. They
    put on a t shirt and that was it, except socks on my
    feet. Now that I think about it, that's why the did those
    things so I would be in diapers in full view.
    	At about that time Laura's mom called "time to eat",
    so we went downstairs and we sat down. It seemed like
    everyone was getting used to me in diapers, but I wasn't
    sure yet. Well maybe they were not used to my diapers,
    but they knew I wore them and that if I didn't wear them
    it would be a mess on the floor or whatever I was on top
    of. We ate and then went into the living room to watch
    TV. We were on the second program and mom was at the door
    and she came in and dad did. too They went to the kitchen
    and had coffee and were talking. Laura walked over and
    pulled my plastic pants back and ran here hand in to my
    diaper to see how wet I was. I was just damp. She said it
    loudly enough for the other girls to here, "I'll change
    you later when you wet some more."
    	We sat back down I said okay and asked Laura if she
    would think that I was not a date type, just a friend,
    now that everyone knew about my diapers and that just
    about anyone could change my diapers.
    	Laura's mom called and said, "Gary's parents are
    here!"
    	Laura said, "come on, lets change you." I was ready
    and we went upstairs. All the girls followed us. I was
    hoping it would have been just me and Laura, but oh well,
    can't win them all.
    	Laura took my plastic pants off and unpinned my not
    too wet diaper. She just quickly put new diapers under me
    and pinned them on and pulled up my plastic pants. I
    stood up and put my pants on. These were just a little
    thicker than usual. My jeans fit over my diapers, but
    they were snug and I did waddle a bit. I went downstairs
    and got all my stuff together and mom and dad were in the
    kitchen with Laura's mom.
    	I was headed toward the kitchen and heard them
    talking bout me and my diapers and why I was still in
    diapers. This was embarrassing me really badly. Wearing
    diapers was bad enough, but talking about me and still in
    diapers as if I were a baby is the way I took it. Laura
    and the girls came in the kitchen at about that time. I
    was still right out the door going into the kitchen from
    the den. Laura said hi to my parents and so did the other
    girls. Laura said, "I heard you all talking about Gary
    and him not out of diapers yet. Well, I'll be glad to
    help you change Gary anytime."
    	The rest of the girls said, "yeah we had fun
    changing him during this sleepover. We all will help
    you."
    	Mom said. "thank you all so much. If you are over
    here at the house you can change Gary's diapers."
    	"How long is he going to be in diapers?" Laura
    asked.
    	Mom said, "well, the doctors don't know. He might
    not ever get out of diapers."
    	"You mean he might be in diapers always?"
    	"Mom said, "yes."
    	I have talen all this that I could take,so I barged
    in they changed the diapers subject. I'm thinking
    everybody will know and the whole world is going to
    change me. I was upset, but didn't want Laura to know I
    wanted her as a girlfriend even though she is older. I
    was really ready to leave, but Laura's mom said, "you all
    want something to drink?"
    	Laura said yes, so I sat down to and we were there
    drinking and the moms and dads were talking. I just
    pooped greatly. What a mess I caused as I smelled it. Oh
    well, what else can happen now? Everyone here can change
    me, so I'm the neighborhood baby. I'm trying not to move
    around much. Maybe they wont smell me. Laura turned
    toward me as she was sitting right next to me and asked
    me what was I going to do tomorrow after school.
    	"Going home and then not sure of nothing now."
    	"Why don't we go home together?"
    	Wow, I thought I got me a girl now, so I said,
    "okay, sure."
    	She said, "great I'll meet you at the steps."
    	Okay," I said. Now I was already thinking about
    tomorrow, me and Laura, man. Couldn't get no better, me
    and my girl, so I raised up and sat back down. I turned
    toward her more and squeezed poop all over back there.
    	Laura asked me then, "are you messy?" I said yes.
    	"Mrs. Coffey, Gary's messy, want me to change him
    for you?"
    	Mom asked, "are you sure he's messy?"
    	"Oh yes, ma'am. I have already changed a messy one
    of his."
    	Mom said, "sure."
    	Laura turned toward me and said, "as soon as we
    finish our drinks them you will sure be through by then."
    	She said this like I was still using the bathroom. I
    was through, I think. The cat was out of the bag now
    .They all knew I was in a messy diaper, but at least I
    was going to meet Laura at the steps, wow. Now think
    where can you go with her, hmmm. I had forgotten about my
    diaper being messy. Laura would do it to me every time.
    	She said, "okay, lets go get you changed."
    	We got up and went upstairs. She said, "where are
    your diapers?"
    	"Oh, I took them downstairs."
    	At about that time here came the rest of the crowd.
    I was hoping it would be just me and her.
    	Laura said to the girls, "go get his diaper bag
    downstairs."
    	Three of the girls left. Laura pulled down my pants
    and took my shirt off and said, "you look good in a
    diaper, Gary."
    	I said, "thanks for being nice." I thought, "hmm,
    she really likes me in diapers, but it would be better if
    I was out of diapers. Man, swimming, lots of things we
    could do."
    	The other girls came back and handed Laura the
    diapers and stuff. The pad went down and Laura said, "sit
    down."
    	I sat and my poop was squashed. The smell shot out
    of my plastic pants and the poop went all over me inside
    the diaper. It felt bad and good at the same time. I lay
    down and then raised myself up. Off went my plastic pants
    and then she unpinned my diapers and slid down the front
    of my diaper and slid the back off. She started cleaning
    me up and said, "raise up." She slid the diapers under me
    and got the powder and powdered me up. She pulled the
    diaper up and pinned one side on them up. It felt a lot
    thicker than the last one was, I thought.
    	Laura asked me, "well, does it feel better now ?"
    	I said, "sure does, thanks for being nice and not
    minding me in a diaper and all."
    	She said, "no, I like you in diapers. You look good
    in them and I like changing your diapers."
    	"Wow, you really like my diapers?"
    	She said, "yes I do like you in diapers, you look
    quite cute in them."
    	She pinned the other side and pinned the leg down
    there, four pins really tight. She grabbed the plastic
    pants. I put my feet up and she pulled them on and put my
    feet down raised up my butt. On went the plastic pants. I
    stood up. Boy, these diapers are little thicker than I'm
    used to in the daytime when wearing pants. I grabbed my
    pants.
    	Mom called, "you kids got Gary changed yet?"
    	Laura said, "yes ma'am, he's coming now."
    	I then put on my shirt and put my feet through my
    pants. I pulled them up, just barely wouldn't fit. What I
    needed was for my diapers to be made little smaller. Mom
    called, "Gary come on, we need to get home, we have a lot
    to do."
    	I'm doomed. I went down in just my diapers. Nobody
    paid much attention that I needed my pants on. My diapers
    were too big and wouldn't go over my diapers. I needed
    help here.
    	Mom said, "thanks to you all," so did dad. I said,
    "bye, thanks," and left in just a shirt diapers and
    shoes. I waddled along the street and I got in the car.
    	"Good, nobody's out," I thought. I was still pooping
    more than I usually did, and it was runny, too, lots of
    it. I don't even notice it like when it's hard. I felt it
    a little going in the diapers, even though I don't feel
    the need to go, though. Oh well. hopefully one day soon I
    will.
    	We passed by the house and I said, "where are we
    going?"
    	"Oh, we got to go to the store for some things we
    need, food and stuff."
    	I couldn't go in like this. Then I blurted it out
    loud, "mom, I want to go into the store, too, but my
    diapers are too big and my pants wont go over them."
    	"Well, then you decide whether you want to go into
    the store. You've been in there in diapers like that a
    lot. I didn't think it mattered, but if that's how you
    feel, then don't go. Stay hidden. You better get used to
    people seeing you in diapers, though. You might be in
    them forever. You know it is best if you get used to it
    now."
    	Mom was right. I knew it, but I'm still the one in a
    diaper, nobody else has one pinned on him . so how do
    they know what it's like to get stared at and teased at
    all the time? It happens even in pants and there's still
    a big bulge in them. It's easy to tell that one is well
    diapered under the pants. Anyway you look at it, people
    know you are in diapers.
    	We pulled into the store parking lot. Of course in
    those days they weren't that big. We parked and I said
    I'll wait for them in the car.
    	"Okay, we will be right back in a bit."
    	"Okay," I said. I'm sitting here in the car in a
    shirt and diapers and shoes. I needed to get out of these
    old diapers. Why couldn't I be like others and not be
    stuck in a diaper. I'm not free at all and it's not fair.
    I was used to being diapered, but wondered what it would
    be like to not wear them. It must have been nice.
    	I just filled my diapers up from the back side. It
    smelled bad, not knowing I was also quite damp in there,
    too. A car pulled up and two kids get out with their mom
    and they went off inside. They were gone, so I got on my
    knees on the seat to get off my poopy butt. I still felt
    messy back there but not as bad as sitting in it.
    	Those kids then came out of the store with their mom
    behind them. They stopped at the street where their mom
    started across. Then they ran up to the car and then they
    saw me on my knees in the seat in a diaper. Trey came to
    the window and said, "how come you in diapers?"
    	"Wow!" the other said. "He pooped in them and it
    stinks in there, and they are wet, too, look."
    	I said "because I cant tell when I go, the doc says
    he don't know much either. I'm stuck in diapers until I
    can stop going in them, I guess."
    	"Wow man, I would hate that," the kids said. It
    looked like the oldest kid was looking at my diapers like
    something was strange about it. Their mom came up and the
    other two said, "mom, look! This old kid's in diapers!"
    	Their mom looked and smiled at me and said hi. I
    said hi and she opened the car door and the trunk and the
    little one said, "yes mom, he's wet and messy, too."
    	She came by the window and said, "are you alright?"
    	I said, "yes ma'am I'm fine."
    	"Are you messy? Smells like it."
    	"Yes, my mom is shopping, they will be right back."
    	"Okay," she said and then left. Finally here came
    mom and dad, so I sat down in the seat quickly before
    they got here and pooped went all up my backside and the
    front, too. It's squishy in front and back now. Now I'm
    really uncomfy, could use a change really badly. Mom got
    in the car and dad was loading up the trunk with store
    stuff. Mom said, "you smell like you are messy."
    	I said, "I am messy, will get you change me as soon
    as we get home?" Dad got in and said "we are on the way
    home."
    	"Good, I cant wait till I'm changed into a clean
    diaper," I thought.
    	We pulled in the drive and I opened the door and got
    ready to get out and mom and dad got out. I looked around
    and saw one person down the street and I got out. I felt
    the poop moving in my diapers. Every time I moved the
    poop did, too, and it felt like the squishy messy stuff
    that it was. I started toward the door. It was hard to
    walk trying to not make it worse. It was a real mess. Mom
    said , "looks like you are leaking out in the plastic
    part of the diaper, you must be really messy. Get
    upstairs quick."
    	I said I was headed there. My sister was there in
    the house and said, "you got lots of brown-looking stuff
    in your diapers. Phew, it stinks, you are sure messy. I
    smell it here."
    	I started up the stairs, and every step the mess
    moved around in my diapers. I got to my room and I just
    stood there and saw myself in the mirror.My diaper was
    brown, almost the whole thing. Mom came in and saw me
    lookin at myself in the mirror. She said, "yes, you are
    messy, let's go to the bathroom. You can jump in the
    shower."
    	I went in there, where mom dropped my plastic pants
    and my diapers at the same time. I was ready to wash off
    and mom said it was good that I was in a little more
    diapers than usual, otherwise they would have leaked out
    of the plastic pants.
    	"Maybe I should get you some bigger pants to fit you
    over bigger diapers for times like this when you need
    them for more protection. Laura diapered me that time,
    she did it by accident I thought, but she knew I was
    going to do a lot. I showered and got out of the shower
    and went to my room and started drying off. Mom came in
    at about that time and started to get my diaper supplies
    and I lay down on the bed and she slid the diapers under
    me and pinned them and pulled up my plastic pants. She
    tucked the diapers in and I was ready to put on my pants
    and T-shirt. I went to the TV. It was different. I mean,
    I was dressed in just diapers most the time with Laura
    and wished it was just her and me there at here at the
    house. It would have been better.
    	Laura and the girls were standing there waiting on
    me. They grabbed me and said, "we'll get you diapered,"
    so they lay me down and got the powder and stuff. Laura
    said, "give me the diapers, you got them ready?" They
    were handed to her. She slid them under me and put powder
    on me and pulled the diapers up and put 3 pins on each
    side. That's how thick they were. Then came the plastic
    pants. They barely fit over my diapers. Then they stood
    me up, tucking the diapers under the plastic pants. Man,
    I could hardly walk. I really waddled then. They did that
    on purpose. My pants won't fit over these diapers! They
    put on a T-shirt and that was it except shocks on my
    feet. Now that I think about it that's why they did those
    things, so I would be in diapers in full view.
    	About that time Laura's mom called, "time to eat",
    so we went downstairs and we sat down. Seems like
    everyone was getting used to me in diapers, but I wasn't
    sure yet, well maybe not used to my diapers, but knew I
    wore them and that if I didn't wear them it would be a
    mess on the floor or whatever I was on top of. We ate and
    then went into the living room to watch TV. We were on
    the second program and mom was at the door and she came
    in and dad did, too. They went to the kitchen and had
    coffee and were talking. We watched TV and Laura walked
    over and pulled my plastic pants back and ran her hand in
    to my diaper to see how wet I was. I was just damp. She
    said loudly enough for the other girls to hear, "I'll
    change you later when you wet some more," so we sat back
    down. I said okay and asked Laura if she now wouldn't
    think that I was not a date type, just a friend. Now
    everyone will know about my diapers and that just about
    anyone can change my diapers. Laura's mom called, "Gary's
    parents are here," so Laura said, "come on, lets change
    you." Man, I was ready. We went upstairs and all the
    girls followed us. I was hoping it would have been just
    me and Laura, but oh well, can't win them all.
    	Laura took my plastic pants off and unpinned my not-
    too-wet diaper and just quickly put new diapers under me
    and pinned them on and pulled up my plastic pants. stood
    up and put my pants on. These diapers were just a little
    thicker than usual. My jeans fit over my diapers they
    were snug, but I did waddle a bit. I went downstairs and
    got all my stuff together. Mom and dad were in the
    kitchen with Laura's parents. I was headed toward the
    kitchen and heard them talking bout me and my diapers and
    why I was still in diapers. This was embarrassing real
    bad, wearing diapers was bad enough, but talking about me
    and still in diapers as if I was a baby is the way I took
    it. Laura and the girls came in the kitchen about that
    time and through the kitchen door. I was still right out
    the door going into the kitchen from the den. Laura said
    "hi" to my parents, so did the girls. One of them said,
    "heard you all talking about Gary and him not out of
    diapers yet. Well, I'll be glad to help you change Gary
    anytime." The rest of the girls said, "yeah, we had fun
    changing him this sleepover. We all will help you. Mom
    said, "Thank you all so much. If you are over here at the
    house you can change Gary diapers."
    	"How long is he going to be in diapers?" Laura asked
    Mom. She said, "well, the doctors don't know. He might
    not ever get out of diapers."
    	"You mean he might be in diapers always?"
    	Mom said, "yes."
    	I have taken all that I could, so I barged in. They
    change the diapers subject and I'm thinking everybody
    will know and the whole world is going to change me. I
    was upset but didn't want Laura to know I wanted her as a
    girlfriend, even though she is older. I was really ready
    to leave but Laura's mom said, "you all want something to
    drink?" Laura said yes, so I sat down to and we were
    there drinking and the moms and dads were talking. I just
    pooped. Great, what a mess, because I smell it. Oh well,
    what else can happen? Now everyone here can change me, so
    I'm the neighborhood baby. So I'm trying not to move
    around much. Maybe they wont smell me. Laura turned
    toward me. She sitting right next to me and ask me what
    was I going to do tomorrow after school.
    	"Going home, and then not sure of nothing."
    	"Why don't we go home together?" Laura suggested.
    	Wow, I thought I got me a girl now so I said, "okay,
    sure."
    	She said, "great, I'll meet you at the steps."
    	"Okay," I said. Now I was already thinking bout
    tomorrow, me and Laura, man, couldn't get no better, me
    and my girl. I raised up and sat back down and turned
    toward her more and poop squished all back there and
    Laura asked me then, "are you messy?" I said yes.
    	"Mrs. Coffey, Gary's messy, want me to change him
    for you?"
    	Mom said, "you sure he's messy?"
    	"Oh yes, ma'am, I have already changed a messy one
    of his."
    	Mom said, "sure."
    	Laura turned toward me and said, "as soon as we
    finish our drinks then you will sure be through by then."
    	I was still using the "bathroom" but I was through,
    I think. The cat was out of the bag now they all knew I
    was in a messy diaper, but at least I was going to meet
    Laura at the steps. Wow, now think, "where can you go
    with her? Hmmm... I had forgotten about my diaper being
    messy. Laura will do it to you every time.
    	She said, "okay, let's go get you changed." We got
    up and went upstairs. She said, "where are your diapers?"
    	"Oh, I took them downstairs," I said. At about that
    time here came the rest of the crowd. Man, I was hoping
    it would be just me and Laura here. Laura said to the
    girls, "go get his diaper bag downstairs." So the three
    of them left. Now Laura pulled down my pants and took my
    shirt off and said, "you look good in a diaper, Gary." I
    said, "thanks for being nice."
    	I thought, "hmm, she really likes them, but it would
    be better if I was out of diapers. Man, swimming, lots of
    things we could do."
    	The girls were back handed Laura the diapers and
    stuff. The pad went down and Laura said, "sit on down."
    As I sat my pooped squished and a smell shot of my
    plastic pants and it went all over me inside the diaper.
    It felt bad and good at the same time. I lay down and
    raised myself up. Off went my plastic pants. She unpinned
    my diapers and slid down the front of my diaper and slid
    the back off. She started cleaning me up and said, "raise
    up." She slid the diapers under me, got the powder and
    powdered me up and pulled the diaper up and pinned one
    side on. They felt a lot thicker than the last one was, I
    thought, but Laura asked me, "well, does it feel better
    now?" I said, "sure does, thanks for being nice and not
    minding me in a diaper." All she said was, "no I like you
    in diapers; you look good in them, and I like changing
    your diapers."
    	"Wow, you really like my diapers?" She said, yes I
    do like you in diapers, you look quite cute in them." She
    pinned the other side and pinned the leg down there--
    four pins, really tight. She grabbed the plastic pants. I
    put my feet up and she pulled them on and put my feet
    down. I raised up my butt again and on went the plastic
    pants and then I stood up. Boy, these diapers are little
    thicker than I'm used to in the day time when wearing
    pants. I grabbed my pants and mom called, "you kids got
    Gary changed yet?" Laura said, "yes ma'am, he's coming
    now. I threw on my shirt, put my feet through my pants
    legs and pulled them up. They just barely wouldn't fit.
    Man, what I need is for my diapers to be made little
    smaller.
    	Mom called, "Gary, come on, we need to get home,
    lots to do after we've been gone."
    	So I'm doomed. I went down in just my diapers.
    Nobody paid much attention that I needed my pants on. My
    diapers were too big and wouldn't go over my diapers. I
    needed help here. Mom said thanks to everyone and so did
    dad. I said, "bye, thank you" and left in just a shirt,
    diapers and shoes. I waddled along the street I got in
    the car good nobody was out. I thought nobody had seen
    me, good. I was still pooping more than I usually did,
    and runny too, lots of it. Man, I didn't even notice it.
    I felt it a little, though, going in the diapers, even
    though I don't feel the need to go, though. Oh well, hope
    one day soon.
    	We passed by the house and I said, "Where are we
    going?"
    	"Oh, we got to go to the store for some things; we
    need food and stuff."
    	I can't go in like this, I thought to myself, and
    then I blurted it out loud: "Mom, I want to go into the
    store, too, but my diapers are too big and my pants wont
    go over them."
    	"Well, then you decide whether you want to go into
    the store. You've been in there in diapers like that a
    lot. I didn't think it mattered, but if that's how you
    feel, then don't go, stay hidden. You better get used to
    people seeing you in diapers, you might be in them
    forever you know. It is best if you get used to it now."
    	Mom was right. I knew it but I'm still the one in a
    diaper. Nobody else has one pinned on them, so how do
    they know what it's like to get stared at and teased all
    the time? It happened even in pants. There was still a
    big bulge in them, to so it was easy to tell that one is
    well-diapered under those pants anyway you look at it.
    People know you are in diapers.

    We pulled into the store parking lot. Of course in those
    days they weren't that big. They parked and I said that I
    will wait for them in the car.
    	"Okay, we will be right back in a bit, okay?"
    	I'm was sitting there in the car in a shirt and
    diapers and shoes. I needed to get out of those old
    diapers. "Why cant I be like others and not be stuck in a
    diaper, not free at all, and not fair," I thought. I'm
    used to being diapered, but I wondered what it would be
    like to not be in them, it must be nice.
    	I just filled my diapers up from the back side and
    it smelled bad, not knowing I was also quite damp in
    there, too. A car then pulled up and two kids got out
    with their mom and they went off inside and they were
    gone, so I got on my knees on the seat to get off my
    poopy butt. I still felt messy back there, but not as bad
    as sitting in it. Boy, I heard that one gush out. What
    was wrong with me? I didn't do this unless I was sick and
    I felt okay, great, except I was going poop a lot. A car
    passed by, nobody I knew. Those kids came out of the
    store with their mom behind them. They stopped at the
    street and their mom started across and then ran up to
    the car. Then they saw me on my knees in the seat in a
    diaper. They came to the window and said, how come you in
    diapers?"
    	"Wow," the other said. "He pooped in them, it stinks
    in there and they are wet, too."
    	"Look," I said. "Because I can't tell when I go. The
    doc says he don't know much, either. I'm stuck in diapers
    until I can stop going in them. I would have hated what
    the kids said, but it looked like the oldest sure was
    looking at my diapers. Their mom came up and the other
    two said, "mom, look, this old kid's in diapers." Their
    mom looked and smiled at me and said hi. I said hi back
    and she opened the car door and the trunk. The little one
    said, "yes mom, he's wet and messy, too." She came by the
    window and said, "Are you all right?" I said, "yes,
    ma'am, I'm fine."
    	"Are you messy? Smells like it."
    	"Yes, my mom is shopping; they will be right back."
    	"Okay," she said and left. Finally here came mom and
    dad, so I sat down in the seat quickl before they got
    there and poop went all up my back side and front. It was
    squishy in front and back now. I was really uncomfy,
    could have used use a change really bad. Mom got in the
    car and dad was loading up the trunk with store stuff and
    mom said, "you smell like you are messy." I said, "I am
    messy."
    	"I will get you changed as soon as we get home."
    	"I thought, "can I wait? I'm really uncomfy big
    time."
    	Dad got in. We were on the way home. Good, I
    thought. I couldn't wait until I was changed into a clean
    diaper. We pulled in the drive and I opened the door and
    got ready to get out, and mom and dad got out. I looked
    around and saw one person down the street and I got out.
    I felt the poop I moving in there every time I moved. It
    felt like squishy, messy stuff. I started toward the
    door. It was hard to walk. Trying to not make it worse it
    was a real mess. Mom said, "looks like you are leaking
    out in the plastic part of the diaper. You must be really
    messy. Get upstairs quick." I said I was headed there. My
    sister was there in the house and she said, "you got lots
    of brown-looking stuff in your diapers. Phew, it stinks,
    you are sure messy! I can smell it from here!"
    	I started up the stairs. Every step the mess changed
    around in there. I got to my room and I just stood there
    and saw myself in the mirror. My diaper was brown, almost
    the whole thing looked like it was soiled. Mom came in
    saw me looking at myself in the mirror and said, "yes you
    are messy, let's go to the bathroom. You can jump in the
    shower."
    	I went in there and mom dropped my plastic pants and
    my diapers at the same time. I was ready to wash off. Mom
    said it was good that I was in a little more diapers than
    usual, otherwise they would have leaked out of the
    plastic pants.
    	"Maybe I should get you some bigger pants to fit you
    over bigger diapers for times like this when you need
    them for more protection," Mom said. Laura diapered me
    that time. She did it by accident, I thought, but she
    knew I was going to go a lot. I showered and got out of
    the shower and went to my room and started drying off.
    Mom came in at about that time and started to get my
    diaper supplies and I lay down on the bed. She slid the
    diaper up and pinned it and pulled up my plastic pants.
    She tucked it in and was ready put my pants and my T-
    shirt on. We then went to the TV. It was different, I
    mean, fully dressed. I was just in diapers most the time
    with Laura, wish it was just her and me there at her
    house, this would have been better, I think.
    	It was bound to happen. My dad was a big wheel in
    the pipe industry and we were moving. That was part of
    the reason they were gone. He was moving up the ladder.
    My birthday was coming up, so mom and dad told me and the
    rest of the kids that we were moving to another new
    place. Here I am, fixing to be 10 and still in diapers
    and wanting to be out of them really bad, but looking
    back it was the fun days. I thought the world was ending.
    I found me a girlfriend who liked to change my diapers,
    and her friend also liked me in my diapers. I had her
    other friends, too. These were people who didn't care
    that I was diapered. Then there were those boys and some
    girls who made fun of me anyway, but I got it a little
    together. I called Laura we talked for a bit. She and I
    were going to see each other tomorrow when we got up in
    the morning. I then said bye and went to my bedroom. It
    was a bad time. My world was going downhill. Mom came in
    and asked me if was I okay. I was mad at her and dad and
    she explained that dad was going to make more money and
    we were going to be able to have more, but I said, "but I
    got friends that don't kid me about my diapers."
    	She said "The older the friends, the less that
    diapers are okay because they are told that it's not your
    fault. It's something you cant help, and besides, this
    might be the time, because that you are getting older
    that you wont need diapers anymore."
    	Then I pooped really bad and I was wet, too, but
    right now I was worried about moving and I was still
    wanting to stay here. The smell got to me and mom she
    said, "let's get you changed." It was feeling kind of
    squishy back there. I stood up and she pulled down my
    plastic pants.
    	"Let's go to the bathroom." She pulled up my plastic
    pants after peeking at the mess, and so we went to the
    bathroom and she started the water shower and I got in.
    She pulled my plastic pants down. I stepped up and then
    she unpinned one side of my diaper and took them off and
    pointed the shower in my direction and closed the
    curtain. I was thinking what was I going to do at our new
    house, where we were going and if would get new friends
    like I have now. Man, this was bad.
    	Mom came back and asked me if was I about through
    yet. I said "no, I haven't started washing yet. I'll
    hurry." Mom said she'd be right back, so I hurried up and
    washed. I turned off the water, dried off and walked to
    my room. Mom came in a few moments later and I dropped
    the towel and lay down. Mom put the diaper under me,
    powdered me and pinned on the diapers and got my plastic
    pants on. I stood up and got my pants, which all my life
    made bigger so that my diapers were able to get in them.
    I slid my T-shirt on and started downstairs. I went to
    the TV and sat down and pooped again. I thought for sure
    was doing that a lot more these last few days, months, it
    seemed like. The phone rang. Mom said that Laura was on
    the phone, so I went and said, "hi, Laura." She wanted to
    come over.