ADMONITION:

The following narrative is nearly a complete work of fiction. Some events and characters are pulled from real life, but have been changed, enhanced and twisted to comply with my will. Any other similarity to actual individuals living or dead is completely unintentional, but it would be incredible!

WARNING:

The following story contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. If reading a coming of age story about boys wearing diapers and exploring their awakening sexuality doesn’t tickle your pickle, or if pickle tickling is illegal in your area, then I suggest you select something else to read.

Summer, Friends and Celebrities

A mini-novel by Mickey

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# Chapter – 1

New kid in town

It’s Monday and only a week of the school year left, before the long awaited summer holidays are going to start. Usually, at this time of the year there aren’t any new students coming. However, someone just moved here with his parents… surely he wouldn’t have to go to a new school a week before summer holidays start? I have no idea what that would be good for! Besides, whose parents would be so mean and expect that from their kids?

If you have to move you’re losing all your friends, at least if you move far away. Then, to have to go to a new school in the middle of the school year isn’t exactly a great pleasure. All the others in class already know each other and the new one always has to introduce himself in front of everybody. I mean, as if it wouldn’t be hard enough already, he has to make a fool out of himself in front of the whole class too. Furthermore, the new student is always a target for teasing and a welcome victim for the school bullies. There really isn’t an easy way for the new kid to make any friends. I never had to endure that myself, but I had witnessed how a new kid came to class during the school year on separate occasions and it always ended in like that. For the remainder of the school year, the new student was a welcome target and the odd one out.

Ok, that is how it goes for normal kids. Once it was totally different; there was this guy named Billy Olsen, who became the most dreaded bully in the whole school. By the way, he hated to be called ‘Billy’. He probably thought about himself as too grown and wanted to be called Bill, without any exception! He even got the teachers to call him Bill. At his first day, though it was in the middle of the school year, he had already become the troublemaker of his class. He constantly interrupted, made faces at the teachers behind their back, stuck his tongue out at them and even made worse obscene gestures. Thus, he managed to get all the other troublemakers and bullies on his side on his first day. At lunch, he took on Peter Alderman who, until that day, was known as the most formidable bully at school. I really don’t know what it was all about, but I think it might have been something like the fight for domination over the pride, as known from Gorillas. In any case, the fight didn’t last long. Billy and Peter were standing face-to-face, with their noses almost touching and shouting at each other. Suddenly, Billy brought up his knee and parked it in the middle of Peter’s crotch. With that, the fight was over even before it began. Peter kissed the dust and Billy became the new top Gorilla. Since that day, Peter took the back seat under the bullies at our school. However, I’m drifting off, so let’s get back.

Typically, a normal kid has a bunch of problems when transferring to a new school during the year and therefore no one would be forced to go just a week or two before the start of the summer holidays. At least, I’ve never heard of such a case at all in my twelve-year-old life.

Anyhow, it happened this year and today, Monday of the last week before schools left out for summer, a boy came into class that I had never seen before. At first, he didn’t arouse my interest. I don’t have the slightest idea why not, because he’s exactly the kind of boy my attention is called to. He looks androgynous.

A year ago, I didn’t know this word. I first heard it while watching a game show at TV with my parents. There was a boy on the show and my Mom said to my Dad that the boy looked androgynous. After asking, my Mom then explained to me what the meaning of the word was and told me how to spell it. I also looked it up on the internet a few days later. Someone might say that about a boy, if he looks slightly girlish, or has very delicately chiseled features. I read on the internet, that David Bowie and Marylyn Manson, though I don’t like either of them, are called androgynous. In addition, I did find something about a German study called ‘The Physical Attractiveness of Androgynous Faces’. With the help of digital image editing, they created pictures of androgynous men and showed them to test persons. The more androgynous the pictures were, the less appealing they were judged to be. In return, the test persons sensed them younger and more childlike, sympathetic and feminine. Ok, I’m drifting off again. But hey, I am telling the story, so live with it!

So, he had a very delicate face and with the adequate costume, he sure would have passed as a girl. But strange to say, I didn’t pay him any attention. Probably it was for the reason that I couldn’t see him clearly from my place in the room. For one thing, I was sitting entirely at the back and across the door of the classroom. In addition, this giant named Marc, who sits in front of me was blocking my sight. Often, because of Marc, it’s hard for me to see the blackboard or to copy something from it. Otherwise, he offers me some protection against the looks of the teachers in case I’m doing something else, like homework for another class that I forgot to do the day before. Or else it was just because it was Monday morning and I was tired and, like on every other Monday, didn’t look forward for another boring week of school.

As our first class teacher, this Monday morning, began to correct the homework from last Friday on the blackboard, the new kid came in the classroom at about 10 minutes after the bell rang. He gave Mr. Mathers, that’s our math teacher, a small slip of paper. Mr. Mathers then told us that we have a new classmate, Nathaniel Allen.

“Nathaniel, would you please introduce yourself to the class.” Mr. Mathers said.

Nathaniel still stood beside the teachers’ desk, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot. He sheepishly looked down at his shoes and with a quivering voice said, “Um, my name’s Nathaniel and um, I live here in Los Angeles. Um, until last week I went to another school, but it’s closed now cause of some important renovations or something like that. So I’m here now.”

I think no one in class paid him any attention. Everyone just was thankful for the interruption and used the time to talk with a classmate about the weekend, their plans for summer holidays, or just did anything else.

“Ok, Nathaniel. Thank you. Please take the vacant seat over there. Now where have we been…?” Mr. Mathers droned and everyone became quiet again.

The rest of the day went by without any mentionable events, except for the fact that we got a bunch of homework like any other Monday during this year. I didn’t waste any thought about the new kid and didn’t look him over either.

To be continued…

Chapter 2.1

** I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Your thoughts on it do matter to me a lot, so if you feel moved to do so, I would love to hear from you at mickey@kidsgalaxy.de **

CREDITS:

Special Thanks to my good chum Danny, who proof read this English version of my story (for the original German versions please go to www.wjd.kidsgalaxy.de). He’s also helping me to improve my English and teaching me new words. I highly recommend that you read his stories too at www.talkhard.5u.com

They are awesome!

Another big ‘Thank You’ goes to Deeker, whose site helped me a lot, to deal with my bedwetting and my diaper fetish. He also provides us a wonderful place to dwell and share our stories. I’m sure he would be happy to hear from you too. So in case you like this place as much as I do, take the time and write him a short e-mail at deeker@deeker.com