    Jacob Pitre

    Summary: This story is NOT TRUE and I just want it to be my dream. My
    name is Jacob but my friends call me Jake. I wear diapers at night but
    want to wear them all the time-- here is my story. Except for my name,
    all names are made up.

    One day when I was at school there was a big fight and I was standing
    around watching it, so when of the teachers came and split it up they
    thought I had been in the fight and the other kids said I was. I don’t
    know why; maybe they just didn’t like me. I don’t know, but the school
    called my parents and when I got home they said that this was the final
    straw and said I had been getting into too much trouble. They said from
    now on I’m going to have to have a babysitter every time they leave the
    house. I thought, “Hey, that's not so bad, having a 16-year-old watch
    me when my parents aren’t home.”

    But then they continued they said that my baby sitter was going to be
    my girlfriend Aleisa! But then they said that she would bathe me and
    dress me, so I got a little nervous to have her come sitting me. I have
    a very small penis and I didn’t want her to see but they also said that
    she would read me to bed and bath me and treat me like a 4-year-old and
    she would diaper me at night. If I was wet in the morning I had to be
    in diapers all day-- in just a diaper-- even if they went out. I was
    lucky because this only happened when she was babysitting but still, if
    she was it would be for a week or two, and she was babysitting me
    tomorrow.

    I got really scared, so anyway, before I went to bed I got into my
    diaper and fell asleep next to my Care Bear doll. I woke up the next
    morning and was wet as most mornings, but when I woke up I found I was
    in a footed pajama suit. Then my girlfriend came in and changed me into
    a new diaper and she then carried me downstairs and put me in a high
    chair and fed me baby food. After that she put me in the bath and she
    washed my privates and everything. She then but me in a diaper and then
    a stroller and we walked down to the store and I saw a couple friends
    they noticed it was me. They started to pick me up and hug me and tell
    me I was a good baby. Even now when I go to dances or to school or at
    my friends houses people stick two fingers down my pants and check my
    diaper, which I now wear every day-- what a life!