Diapers And Sunshine Part 1

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Author: DprToddAuthors note: Your feedback is vital, won’t you please drop me a line and let me know what you think. I am reachable [email protected] is a work of fiction, no reproductions for commercial purposes without my consent, all contents copyright (2004). Have a nice day.PrologueHi, what you have here is my story. I don’t really know why I wrote it all down, it’s not like anyone will find my life in this small town very exciting, but as my Grandpa Arlen would have said, “Everyone has a story to tell.” I do have a story, that much is true. I’ll leave any judgment to its worth up to you.My Mom, Susan Rene Arlen raised me all alone since my dad died when I was only two years old. She did a good job in my opinion and while we weren’t ever rich we never wanted for much either. Four years ago Mom was contacted by her sister whom she hadn’t spoken with since my father died. I don’t know what happened to drive them apart but Mom sure was happy to hear from her sister and her family again.My Aunt and Uncle were both lawyers in Minnesota and very successful in their trade and I think that awoke something in Mom. She now instead of a ‘job’ she wanted a career of her own. One night over dinner she up and announces that she has decided to go back to school to study geology of all things. Now she’s landed a great job, not what she expected to get, mind you, but great all the same. She feels like she is moving up in the world.I think because life loves irony so much, three months ago, my Uncle decides to pull a green acres and quit practicing law to run a farm right here in town. My Aunt is determined to continue her practice here as well (I think mainly to finance her husband’s farm venture.) Now suddenly I have two cousins I barely know. Rob, the older of the two, was born within days of me and he can almost pass as my twin. Rick, who is now twelve, was adopted. He knows he was adopted, but he is not like the people on TV who are obsessed with finding his biological parents. I think he must realize which side his bread is buttered on as the phrase goes.The day I started this story I was on my way to my Uncle’s farm to go spend some after -school quality time with my cousins to “get acquainted”. Mom had a date tonight with some guy her coworker had introduced her to and this was going to be their fourth date. In all my years Mom has never made it to four dates, two usually being the average, and now Mom is talking like she wants me to meet this guy.It’s funny how one day or sometimes even just one moment can act as a pivot on which the course of the rest of your life turns. This is a story about just such a moment, in a sleepy little Alabama town called Simonsville. It is my friends, my family and even an unfortunate villain that set the stage of this tale with such splendid normalcy that it becomes increasingly difficult to turn a blind eye to farce of youth and the folly of adulthood, which inevitably follows.My name is Todd, and it’s nice to meet you.Chapter 1 - Eddie Albert Eat Your Heart OutSarah J. Leesum, Aunt Sarah to me, had been speaking into her small silver cell phone for the last several miles. I sat quietly in the seat behind her, listening to her voice as I watched the summer green trees and sturdy power poles as they streaked by, each going from small to big to small again as we passed. Despite only hearing half of the conversation I was halfheartedly trying to make sense of what was being said, I’m almost certain she was addressing my Mother and so I am equally sure that the ‘he’ she occasionally spoke of in reassuring tones is me.“Sure, Susan, it’s not a problem, not at all, so don’t you worry about it none” Sarah says as she pauses to listen we speed past an old filling station, long closed and longer overgrown with rust and weeds. The pumps were gone but the stained and dirty concrete pads bore witness to their having been there, just as the irregular dark patches testified to years of spilled fuel and leaked oil.“Uh huh, you, too.” Susan says as I pick back up her end of the conversation. A slight pause, enough to get a breath and she finishes in one spurt pushing the words out in one steady stream “We will, Ok, Now at least try and make the best of it, alright? [pause] Love you too. Bye!”“Was that Aunt Susan? Is Todd going to get to stay the whole weekend with us?” asked a voice from the seat beside me causing me to direct my attention back from my musings and to the present. Rob leaned forward as he spoke, the shoulder strap of his seatbelt prevented him from leaning any further forward as it dug into his shoulder. Rob and I looked very much alike, both of us sharing the same build and facial features, light brown hair and unusual height. Until my Aunt, Uncle, and cousins had moved to town two months ago I had been the tallest kid in the 8thgrade just at 6” tall, so it was only natural for the teachers or other kids at school to sometimes mistake us for siblings instead of cousins.“It looks like it. Todd, your momma just got called out to Oregon for some work emergency, so I told her seeing as how you was family, we’d let you sleep in the barn.” Sarah announced in a cool deadpan. I was for a brief moment taken aback until I realized she was just probably pulling my leg, I laughed kind of nervously not quite sure.Rob was obviously excited at the prospect of having company for the weekend as he shot a grin my way in anticipation of the fun we would have. It is always uncanny to see someone smile at you with your own smile and I get the oddest sense of looking in a mirror sometimes when I see Rob. Mom says I had met Rob once before when we were both small toddlers, but despite having pictures that prove it I don’t remember.The vehicle lurched hard to the left and the ride became noticeably bumpier as we started down a dirt and gravel road. We were now officially on outskirts of Simonsville Alabama, not that Simonsville has much inskirts either, with only a population of 2000 people countywide. Simonsville has everything a small town should have but the charm, so basically it is a small squat and desolate little berg. Of course Mom and me live in town proper, just across the street from the second school, which serves as a middle and high school. Of course First School was only a block away and handled the k to 5’s.The road we were on abruptly ended at a big white farmhouse, there was no real separation between road and driveway and no clear indication where the driveway would begin if there was one. The house was all southern grace and style, with a columned wrap around porch and low laying tin roof, my Aunts house was every bit the classic farm house right down to the out buildings.“You two grab the groceries out the back,” We were told as we freed our selves from our seat belts and exited the vehicle.“Well look who’s here, it’s my lovely wife, my wondrous son and my favorite nephew” call out my Uncle Steve as he came from around the back of the house. With the dirt of a days work on him, he looked like a farmer rather than the lawyer he had been up until 3 months ago when he just up and decides he was changing his life’s direction.We had to make two trips to get all the groceries from the back of the van and on the second trip we we’re joined by my other cousin Rick who at 12 was 2 years younger than Rob and I. Rick, who was adopted when he was five, was stout and already looking more like a line backer than a 12 year old. Rick had not gone to school that day, as he hadn’t been well that morning.When all the grocery bags were in the kitchen we were dispatched to the large playroom upstairs to complete our homework before dinner. Rob had brought some make up work home for Rick and we all did our best to get done quickly. I of course was getting more and more nervous as the night wore on. Spending the night was not supposed to be part of the deal, I mean I love my cousins and aunt and uncle, but I barley know them either. Aunt Sarah was just supposed to pick me up from school with Rob so we could play a little and ‘bond’ while mom worked late. Since they moved here Mom wants me to get to know my family.Now here I am, without any of my own things, destined to spend not just the night but also the entire weekend here. What if the unthinkable happens? What’s gonna happen if I wet the bed? Both my cousins will hate me, and how about my Aunt and Uncle? They’re both big sophisticated lawyers, or least Uncle Steve used to be a lawyer before turning farmer. What’s he going to think of a 14 year old who still sometimes wets his bed?The call to dinner saved me from my thoughts and I closed my math book, I had long since finished my problems anyways. We all went downstairs and there was that awkward moment where you don’t know where to sit.“Todd, sit there next to Rob.” Aunt Susan instructed “Hope you like chicken and rice”“Yes ma’am” I answered back, realizing how country I sounded - talk about country mouse and city mouse.The food was not momma’s that’s for sure, but I guess when you don’t get much practice and you’re used to eating out a lot you don’t develop good cooking skills. It wasn’t bad, just not great or what I was used too, but it was plentiful and at 14 where you have a constant hole in your stomach it was plenty filling.“Todd will be staying with us for the weekend; Susan got called to Oregon and won’t be back until Monday.” Aunt Sarah told Uncle Steve.I wasn’t entirely sure I liked mom working like this. All my life she worked at the Simonsville branch of Farmers Bank and Trust, ‘offering hospitality, service, and good rates to boot’, as their lead teller. Two years ago, I guess she felt me growing up would allow her a more ambitious career and she started doing correspondence school for geological work, I guess she figured she would help the local farmers with their soil tests and things, but instead she is now consulting with some big development firm that might want her to fly all over.We finished dinner and talking a cue from Rob I rinsed my plate off in one of those old fashioned porcelain double well sinks and then put it in the dishwasher. Since our homework was completed we were sent upstairs to play. My earlier concerns were still present and hanging in the back of my mind, but became less persistent while we played games on Rob’s X-Box.One thing that struck me as odd was how orderly and yet lived in the house felt. They had only moved in a month and a half ago yet it seemed as if they had lived in this house all their lives. Everything was already in its place and things just felt homey.It was getting close to 10:30 when Susan came into the playroom announcing it was time to get ready for bed. The natural inclination to protest is inbred in all boys and so in unison we all reminded her of the early time on the clock.“Now don’t argue, I didn’t say you had to go to bed I just want you boys to get ready so I can go to bed. I’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” Aunt Sarah extolled.Rob and Rick both shot each other a nervous glance, making me wonder if Mom told Aunt Sarah about my accidents? Did Aunt Sarah tell Rob and Rick? They probably didn’t want me sleeping with either one of them. No, probably not, if they had they would have teased me about it before now. Maybe not, maybe they won’t tease me for fear of getting in trouble. Maybe they were both hoping I wouldn’t be sleeping with them after all. I was just certain they knew and I wished I were anywhere else in the world but here.“Rick, go brush your teeth in our bathroom tonight. Todd I put you out a new toothbrush in the bathroom off the hall so you and Rob can go brush.” Sarah saidWe made our way to the bathroom and I opened the toothbrush and began brushing. Aunt Sarah told me I could wear some of Rob’s night clothes since we were the same size. Rob kind of got a funny look on his face. I tried to get up the courage to tell him my secret so at least it would look like I was in control of my own situation. Instead I decided to pray to God and ask him to keep the bed dry.We finished about the same time and rinsed, spat and put our toothbrushes in the little rack by the towels. I had decided that the chances of me staying dry three nights in a row was slim to none so it was better to tell him now than for him to wake up in a wet bed later just in case God wasn’t listening or didn’t feel like helping.“Umm Rob, I need to tell you something” I started just as he blurted out “wait I need to tell you something”“You first” I told him.“Naw, you’re company, you go first”“Well you’ve got to promise not to laugh”“I promise, but you can’t laugh at me either”“Okay, I… Sometimes... Not often… But every now and then… I umm… Well I… Wet the bed.” I managed almost whispering at the end.Rob got a funny look on his face and started to say something when Aunt Sarah, who I hadn’t heard approach, interjected.“What do you do about that at home, Todd?” asked Aunt Sarah.I turned fifty shades of red. “I have to change the sheets and try to go back to bed”“Poor dear, it must be hard not getting a good night’s rest,” Aunt Sarah consoled me, which surprised me; she let the subject drop like it was over and done with.“You’ll be sleeping with Rob tonight” Aunt Sarah said walking us to Rob’s room.Uncle Steve came out of his bedroom with a laughing Rick slung over his shoulder and they disappeared into Rick’s bedroom with Uncle Steve threatening the boy with hogtying. Rick’s laughter at the attention elicited a momentary stab of jealousy, which I didn’t expect. I suddenly was aware of how bad I missed having a father since my pa died when I was one. I wanted a dad sometimes but all my friend’s fathers seemed imposing and unapproachable, not like Uncle Steve. What little I knew of Uncle Steve was enough to know he was kind, fair, forthright and a great Dad.Robs room was huge compared to mine, he had a king size bed, a computer desk, an enormous closet, dresser and chest with mirror. Aunt Sarah went to Rob’s chest and opened a drawer and got out some PJ’s which instead of handing to me like I expected she set them down on the bed. Something unspoken went between Rob and Aunt Sarah and as Rob lifted up his shirt she quickly undid his belt buckle and opened his pants. She pulled his boxer briefs down with his jeans and he stepped out of both. She reached behind the headboard and pulled out a mat which was folded in half which she opened and placed on the bed. Rob was blushing furiously, but said nothing as he lay down on the mat.I stood open mouthed and awestruck as Aunt Sarah pulled open a drawer on his nightstand and produced a can of powder and a bottle of baby oil. Aunt Sarah proceeded to powder and oil him up quickly and without comment. It had been the first time I had seen my cousin naked, we had different PE classes, but he lacked any pubic hair what so ever. From underneath the pajamas she had set out Aunt Sarah pulled a large disposable diaper, which in two blinks of an eye was under Rob and wrapped about his waist and taped securely on. She then took and slipped his pajama bottoms on over his ankles and pulled them as far as his knees. She tickled his belly a bit and Rob stood up blushing even more than before as he pulled his PJ bottoms over his diaper.Rob put on his top and I couldn’t help but notice the crinkle, which seemed to follow his every move. He turned around as he pulled off his socks and you could see the elastic lines that run up the seat of the diaper outlined through the thin fleece material of his pajamas. He scooped up his clothes off the floor and threw them in the hamper near his closet and looked plaintively at his mom.“Rob sometimes wets too, but wearing protection lets him sleep through the night without having to get up and hassle with wet PJ’s and sheets.” Aunt Sarah explained breaking the silence.“That’s what I started to tell you, so you wouldn’t freak out or tease me” Rob said.“I wouldn’t tease anyone for wetting the bed. I know well enough you can’t control it,” I said amazed that Rob had probably had the same fears that I did.“Well that’s very mature of you Todd. Would you like to wear protection, too? You don’t have to, but it’s a very responsible and very grown up way to manage your problem.” Aunt Sarah argued, making the diaper seem reasonable. You could certainly count on a lawyer to talk you into something like that.I was nervous and hesitant. I wanted to, but it seemed so strange. It was a dream like moment where I seemed to be outside myself, I heard myself say “Sure” and walk over to bed. I just kind of stood there, frozen in place until Aunt Sarah prompted me to take my shirt off. I was undoing the second button on my shirt when she undid my belt and let my fly down. As she pulled my pants down taking my boxers with them it caused my already stiffening organ to finish into a full erection. I wanted to disappear again.“Oh that happens all the time. It’s nothing to worry about” Aunt Sarah explained as she motioned for me to step out of my pants.Naked, except for socks she had me lay back on the vinyl mat, which reminded me of a thinner version of a gym mat. While I lay there the cool air helped abate my erection as Aunt Sarah grabbed a diaper from Rob’s drawer. She set the diaper beside my head and I impulsively looked at it in profile, I examined in detail its folds and ridges where the leg elastic was folded on top near the wings and taping panel.“You’ll want to use some Nair on your hair if you decide to wear protection at night as it will help avoid some unpleasant scents and help with rashes too” Sarah lectured as she powdered and oiled.She picked up the diaper and unfolded it and spread out the wings holding it out until I finally got the hint and lifted my butt. She pulled the diaper up between my legs and taped it on. Then just as she had done with Rob she put my PJ bottoms on and brought them up to my knees. I stood and pulled them up over my diaper, which felt odd between my legs. I put on my PJ shirt and took a tentative step forward. It sounded as if I had Rice Krispies in my pants, each step bringing a symphony of crinkles and pops.With a reassuring pat on the butt, which seemed appropriate Aunt Sarah sent us back to the playroom where the also diapered Rick was already in front of the TV. Rick looked at us both and had to realize I was diapered too, but he didn’t comment and so we settled down to watch some Cartoon Network.Chapter 2 - The Lawyer the Witch and my WardrobeI woke the next morning to a pleasantly dry bed. I didn’t really remember going to bed, Aunt Sarah or Uncle Steve must have put us to bed sometime last night. I threw the covers off and got out of bed and realized that not only was I in a diaper, but it was wet as well. I remembered then the events from last evening and I felt glad to have worn the diaper, but a little embarrassed too. My diaper crinkled less this morning, but it still rustled as I moved.Rob apparently roused by my stirring crawled out from his bed as well. He looked at me and grinned “good morning cousin, sleep well” Rob asked, in a faux southern drawl, which would soon enough be replaced with a real accent given enough time.“Yup,” I replied moving toward the door. My diaper felt heavy and seemed to pull at my PJ bottoms. I had to pee, but I wasn’t sure what to do about my diaper. “I gotta pee” I stated as much a question as a statement.“Well, pee in your diaper, that’s why you’re wearing one isn’t it” Rob said.So I stood there, hoping my already heavy diaper would hold it all and not leak, I tried to pee and nothing happened. I just stood there, trying to let go, but I just couldn’t seem to. I sat there trying and feeling very self-conscious when unexpectedly Rob poked me in the sides causing me to jump in surprise.Turning to face him I realized I had let go and was peeing freely, I just stood there, shocked to be peeing my pants. It felt strange and wonderful at the same time. Rob just stood there grinning at the look on my face. “Mom will have breakfast on, lets go get some.”And with that we both raced downstairs to the kitchen. Uncle Steve was already seated at the table reading the paper, which he looked over the top at us as we came in. “’Bout time you boys woke up, thought you were going to sleep all day.” Rick was already seated with his back to us, he was hunched over the table and you could see the plastic of a diaper sticking above the waist of his PJ’s, too.Rob and I sat at the two empty spaces across from Rick and I experienced an odd sensation when I sat down. I immediately became aware of my diapers wetness and it felt kind of nice but over the course of breakfast it started to become increasingly unpleasant and cold.Breakfast was great, and the conversation was lively as Uncle Steve in turn asked everyone what they wanted to do today. Aunt Sarah was going to go to town and shop some, Rick was going to be dropped of at a friend’s house and Uncle Steve was going to work one of the back plots with the tractor. The left Rob and I to our own devices and we determined that we were going to spend the day playing X-Box games and maybe go back to the creek and fish some. Rick, who had finished his breakfast first, had run upstairs to take a shower, to return a few quick minutes later dressed and ready for the day.“How many pull-ups did you put in your bag?” Aunt Sarah asked.“Three” Rick said, sounding annoyed at being at asked“Well I don’t want you running out like last time, that’s all. Remember how embarrassed you were?”“Yes Mom” Rick said sheepishly.“All right you two, plates in the dishwasher and get your showers”We were marched upstairs and Aunt Sarah directed me to the master bath where after I had removed my PJ’s she helped me out of my aging sodden diaper. “You leaked a bit there, champ, we’ll have to put a liner in there next time, to help you go the distance.”She handed me a bottle of Nair and instructed me in its use on my crotch and she left me to shower. The hot water didn’t last and I finished quickly. I stepped out of the shower and noticed in the mirror on the back of the door how much like Rob I looked like now. I had been proud of my pubic hair and was kind of sad to see it go, but Aunt Sarah’s lecture about what would happen if I didn’t was enough to convince me. Monday was going to be a challenge at PE, but that seemed a long way away.After making sure I was dry, I wrapped my towel around my waist and went in search of some clothes to wear. Rob got to his room at the same time as I, also wearing a towel wrapped about his waist. Aunt Sarah came up the stairs and to Rob’s room having apparently heard the water shut off.“Todd, Rob’ll show you his clothes and you can wear whatever you like. Rob what’s it gonna be honey? You want regular underwear today?”Rob looked pleadingly at me and then at Aunt Sarah “Can I just stay in diapers today? We’re gonna go fishing and I don’t want to have to come back to the house every little bit”I was shocked, I almost wanted to remind him that we could just pee on the trees, that he was in the country after all, but then I realized he was probably just making an excuse. I realized with some odd flash of insight that Rob just wanted to wear diapers.Sarah kind of gave a mock sigh of exasperation. “I swear you’d wear diapers all the time if I let you. I suppose you’re going to get Todd doing the same aren’t you? “Caught of guard, I kind of nodded not really understanding why but knowing the diapers had been kind of fun, too.“All right you two. It’s no wonder I have to buy so many diapers.” She chided us good naturedly as she pulled two diapers from the bag inside his closet. She laid the diapers down and then told us to hold on a second as she crossed the hall to Rick’s room and returned with several diaper stuffers which she put in Robs top drawer after setting a couple aside.“Todd, come on, you can go first.” She called to me.I lay down and she nodded approvingly at my hairlessness. She powdered my diaper area after applying a good coat of oil. After unfolding my disposable she stuck a liner inside and mumbled something about having a faucet in my pants. She taped the Diaper on me and she gave me quick pat on the butt as I moved out of the way for Rob. Rob was diapered in a similar fashion. Rather than leaving us to finish getting dressed Aunt Sarah opened Robs second drawer and pulled out plastic pants for both of us that she had us each step into.“Todd was kind of leaky this morning, and since you boys will be going until after lunch time” She explained as she pulled the pants up over my diaper.Sarah, still not leaving, went to Rob’s closet and handed us each some clothes to wear. I pulled the t-shirt over my head; it was solid blue with a yellow collar and yellow bands at the end of the sleeves. I was kind of surprised when she handed me a pair of overalls, even living in the south I never wore them and very rarely saw anyone else wear them for that matter. I stepped into them and then had to step out since I had them backwards. I pulled them up and then tried to reach behind me for the shoulder strap and messed up.“Here, this way.” Rob demonstrated, he hadn’t undone the bib portion and he just stepped into the overalls between the shoulder straps and then pulled the shoulders over his arms as he raised them.I noticed then that they weren’t overalls at all, at least not like the kind I usually see. These had short legs to them, ending above the knee. I stepped into mine and which was the same way, this time getting it right.Rob and I crinkled our way down the steps and out the back door, running as best we were able to the big barn, the front of which was being used as storage. Despite looking old and disheveled I was surprised at how orderly the barn was as Rob grabbed two fishing poles and the tackle box from their appointed place. Uncle Steve passed the door, as we were getting ready to leave and told us to check in by 1:30.We fished without much luck and a storm threatened overhead so we reverted to our original plan of video games and headed back to the house. The large green John Deere was parked next to the barn and so it was of no surprise to find Uncle Steve inside at the table making a call to someone about what sounded to be a mechanical problem with the tractor. We slipped upstairs and played games for what seemed like only minutes but might have been hours when Uncle Steve called us down for lunch.“You fellas catch much?” he asked us as we ate.“No sir,” I replied ashamed to have done so poorly.“I think the storm is scaring the fish off,” Rob chirped in.I had been surprised that Rob had handled himself well as he did with a rod. I had kind of imagined that being from the city he wouldn’t be able to fish, but his skills had been admirable enough (well, maybe not considering we didn’t catch a single fish).“I see, well maybe tomorrow they’ll be more eager to be caught,” said Uncle Steve reassuringly.With out sandwiches finished and the paper plates thrown away, Uncle Steve asked if either of us were wet. I answered to the negative and Rob offered a ‘not very’.“Well you boys don’t push them too far, I don’t want that either of you should leak, okay?”“Yes sir.” We both agreed, well I offered the sir as habit and Rob just offered a yes.“I’m going in to town to McMurray’s. You boys want to tag along?”“Sure” Rob said and we headed out the door and before I knew it we were piled in the back of Uncle Steve’s old pickup truck and headed toward town.The ride was short, about 15 minutes and we were at McMurray’s feed and grain. Roy McMurray was bent behind the counter where he looked up from a book to greet us as we entered. Roy, who at almost 50 years old probably didn’t need to be called “Morris McMurray’s oldest boy” anymore, was never the less thought of in exactly that fashion by everyone around town. Hell Roy probably thought of himself as “Morris McMurray’s Oldest”. Morris had 9 children, all of whom had moved away except Roy who had stayed in Simonsville to help run the family business.“Afternoon Mr. Leesum, I got your order ready to go already stacked at the side door. If you want to pull the truck around I’ll meet you to help with the loading.” Roy offered as he came from behind the counter.“Nope, Roy you just take it easy I brought these here two strapping young lads to help load, they might as well earn their keep.” Uncle Steve said as he pointed to use both.Uncle Steve and Rob headed to the side door and in the afternoon calm I realized I could hear my diaper crinkle as I moved, it sounded loud to me and stopping I tried to hear Rob’s but I was unable. Still a bit self-conscious I tried to walk with as little rustle as possible.Around the side we set to loading the feedbags and a box of tractor parts onto the truck. We made short work of things and got back on the road fairly quick, we drove down Central Street and pulled into a parking lot of the hardware store and parked remarkably enough next to Aunt Sarah’s van. Aunt Sarah must have been in the bank next door or the beauty parlor next to the bank. Uncle Steve led us through the hardware store where he bought all kinds of pipe and fittings for something. I myself hated plumbing work, having had to learn to do the simple stuff for mom and I; I tried to avoid the plumbing side of life completely.Back in the parking lot we met up with Aunt Sarah who was coming out of the bank. She told Uncle Steve she wanted to borrow us boys to help her with some chores around and that in exchange we could rent some games or movies. Uncle Steve left with the feed and parts and Aunt Sarah, Rob and I walked across the street to the Aunt Sarah’s ‘new office’We learned that Sarah had been in the bank making arrangements to open an office downtown, and it just so happened to be across from the bank. Simonsville had a small enough downtown area - so everything was close to everything else. She thought the town could use a lawyer and even if it wasn’t much work, they hadn’t moved out here for her to work all the time anyways. Rob and I helped sift through some of the old junk left in the office and take it round back to be picked up by the garbage.“Perfect! Come here guys, you just got to see this!” Aunt Sarah squealed as we came back in from our fifth trip to the back where we left the numerous boxes of moldy carbon paper we had found.Aunt Sarah was gazing lovingly at some dilapidated desk. It was big, dark, and menacing if a desk could be called menacing. It was covered with dust and smelled faintly musty when we got close.“I’ll restore this old desk, that’s what I’ll do. Just you wait and see.” Aunt Sarah said to herself.“Looks like crap mom, why would you want that old beat up thing?” Rob asked“What? My desk. Crap? Nooooo way, mister. Would you rather carry it out back?”“Sure, if we can break it into pieces first.”“Well you can’t. Besides, it has character and charm; it will be a conversation piece when I am finished with it. It will just take some elbow grease that’s all”Aunt Sarah locked her ‘new’ office and we headed back across the street to the hardware store where Aunt Sarah barreled down each aisle getting the things she would need to rescue the ailing desk. While waiting in line with a handcart filled with sandpaper, varnish, and stripper Aunt Sarah dipped a finger in side of Rob’s overalls and said in a hushed voice “were you just going to let ‘em fall off? Why didn’t you tell me you needed changed?”Aunt Sarah unsnapped the side of my own overalls and checked, I blushed of course, I could have told her I was wet she didn’t have to check for herself. “Well you’re not as bad as Rob, but you could stand some dry pants too.”Aunt Sarah turned when the clerk cleared his throat indicating it was her turn to check out. Sarah paid for her items and we left the store and carried the bags back across the street where we locked them back up in the new office. Before climbing into the minivan Aunt Sarah opened the back and rummaged through a bag.“Well shoot, of course the only things back here are Rick’s and you two will float away anytime now. What ever possessed your father to leave with you two and not bring the diaper bag? Well, let’s go get this taken care of.” Aunt Sarah said as she started the van.We drove to the SaveMax Foods, Simonsville’s one and only supermarket although it was only half the size of a big city store. The Simonsville SaveMax was also a drug store and movie rental establishment.There wasn’t much to get because Aunt Sarah had gone shopping the day before but we got some more soda, some milk and a couple boxes of microwave popcorn. Being a child of the media age I couldn’t look at the box without the product’s sappy little jingle running through my head “Remember it’s perfectly seasoned every time if it’s ‘Perfect Pop’ brand popping corn”.We wound our way down the few aisles until finally coming across the one just before produce. Bright and cheerful packages adorned with cartoon animals tried their best to hock breakfast cereal on the one side, while across the aisle toddlers smiled from atop the diaper packages on the baby needs aisle. We worked our way down passing the Frosted Flakes and the Huggies size 1 to 6 where we stopped at a noticeable empty spot opposite the Mini-Wheats.“Well, there’s pull ups a plenty, but were fine on those, and we do need more diapers. Rob, would you go get the stock boy for me? I think he was over stocking soup?” Aunt Sarah asked while examining the hole as if she expected diapers to just magically appear there.Rob left and returned with said stock-boy in little time. The stock boy was one of the older kids at the high school. I think he might have been a junior, but I wasn’t sure who he was, even after reading his nametag and coming up with ‘Eric’“Yes Ma’am, what can I help you with?” Eric asked.“Do you have any of these in the back?” Aunt Sarah asked pointing at the empty space.“These... These... These…” Eric said looking at a clipboard, which I can only assume, had a shelving layout on it. Eric fumbled a minute and finally located the right diagram.“Oh, them big diapers. Let me go have a look in the back.” Eric said as he headed for the double doors between the produce and the meat case.Eric returned a few minutes later with several packs under each arm. He handed a pack to Sarah who started to put them into the buggy when she saw the package.“I’m sorry, but these are mediums and they’d only fit my youngest boy. Do you have any large back there? I should have said I needed those as well as these, I’m sorry”Eric put the extra diapers on the shelf and headed back to the stock room only to return a few minutes later with two packages.“Here you are. We only had the two packs back there until the next truck comes and I almost overlooked them,” Eric said handing one pack to Aunt Sarah.“I’ll take them both, thank you,” She said putting the diapers in the cart.I’m almost certain Eric was still in ear shot when Aunt Sarah told us we would have to make the two packs plus the stock at home last until the next truck came in. Rob and I picked out a game and we all headed to the checkout where Eric bagged the groceries as the cashier rang things up. SaveMax had yet to get scanners and still had manual cash registers, which were at least electronic if nothing else. The cashier, when she got to the diapers kept turning the package over until finally she gave up and asked Eric if he had any idea how much they cost.Eric apologized and explained he had just gotten them out of the back and forgot to price them. She rang them up, and gave the package one last glance before handing them to Eric to be bagged. I guess it finally sank in what she was ringing up and she looked at me and then Rob probably wondering if they were ours.Aunt Sarah paid, and Eric carried the groceries to the van. Aunt Sarah tipped Eric and sent him on his way. She grabbed a pack diapers and walked us around to the side of the van where she unlocked the door. Apparently knowing the routine Rob lay down on his back in front of the two captains chairs. Aunt Sarah opened up Rob’s shortalls, which I hadn’t noticed, previously had snaps in the inner leg.“Lift up a bit honey” She asked so she could work his plastic pants down enough to get to his soaked diaper. Rob was changed quick enough and lifting again so his plastic pants would once again cover his diaper. Aunt Sarah snapped his pants closed and rolled up the wipes in his old diaper and taped it closed.“Okay Todd, your turn” She called to me. I did like Rob and lay down, unconsciously spreading my legs to make the change easier. Aunt Sarah worked the snaps open and then had me lift up just as she had done Rob. She worked the plastic pants to just below my knees and then she untapped my diaper. I couldn’t open my legs real wide with the pants on, but she managed to wipe me off well enough. She plucked a second diaper from the package and slipped it up under me and taped it securely on. I pulled the vinyl pants back up and she snapped my overalls back.“Todd would you go chuck these in that wastebasket over there please?” She handed me the two spent diapers. I dutifully waddled over to the trashcan, the new diaper seeming less ‘broken in’ than the last one. As I was tossing the diapers I noticed Eric in the parking lot with a several shopping carts, which meant he most likely witnessed the whole thing.My pants crinkled loudly despite the plastic pants and I rustled my way back to the van where I jumped in my seat and fastened my seatbelt. Instead of driving toward the farm we headed in the opposite direction to swing by my house to get a few things to last until Monday evening when my mom was to return.I opened the door with my key and we all filled into the house. Rob and Aunt Sarah followed me down the hall to my room. I was always apprehensive when people came over afraid my room might smell of pee from my bed-wetting. I am always real punctual about washing wet sheets and PJ’s and never letting them stay longer than needed in my room, but I was worried all the same. I was relieved when I opened my door that there was no urine smell, I imagine after being away for over two days that I would smell it if it was there - but no, my room smelled like the rest of the house.I opened my closet and pulled out an old gym bag tossing it on the bed. Rob sat next to the bag on my bed and I felt a quick moment of embarrassment over the waterproof sheet that I am certain he felt up under him, I tried to dismiss this especially considering that both him and his brother had one but it seemed different being my own bed.“I didn’t know you liked to read so much” Rob said looking at the two bookshelves besides my desk. Both bookshelves were crammed full of books with more being stacked in my closet.“Yeah, I read some every night before I go to bed” I explained as I grabbed some clothes from my closet and put them in the bag.“What kind of books are they?” Rob asked“Mainly science fiction and fantasy, but there are some mysteries and scary stuff in there too.” I told him while I opened my top drawer to get some socks and boxer shorts for school on Monday.“I wish Rob would read more” Aunt Sarah interjected.“Well if you want to borrow something feel free to grab it” I told them both.I opened my third drawer to get gym clothes but just as old Mother Hubbard had found, my cupboard or drawer in this case, was bare. Bare with the exception of one lone t-shirt and it wasn’t even the right color for P.E.“I gotta grab something from the laundry room be right back,” I explained as I headed out of my room.Just on the other side of the living room and kitchen down a small hallway to the garage was our laundry room. I checked the dryer and fetched my weeks gym clothes which I carried back upstairs along with several jocks, which mom always hung to dry so the elastic would last longer. I pulled a jock down from the small line Mom had run under the cabinet in the laundry room, she had put the line there especially for the purpose of drying my jockstraps as I had thrown a fit when she had wanted to dry them in the backyard.You see, growing up without a father is rather awkward thing at times, there are some things that would come easy to a dad that seem so very much more complex when a mom is involved. Case in point: Each year on the first day of school we are given by every teacher a supply list which is supposed to note anything we might need beyond pencil and paper for that particular class. I never pay much attention to the lists as one expects the same ruler, compass, three-ring punch folder, etc each and every year. Listen to this and feel my pain.So that evening when Mom and I had made our way to the stores to fulfill the supply lists I am surprised to find us back in men’s wear going up and down the underwear isle. Now we had already done all my back to school clothes shopping before school started so I’m getting curious to our purpose. Normally when I get underwear for back to school I am sent over to get what I want and return to Mom who is usually picking out clothes for me to try on. So it felt odd to have here, pushing the cart looking high and low at each package. Just about the time I was ready to ask her just what we were doing, a clerk trying to be helpful asks if we need assistance. If you haven’t figured it out, I embarrass easily, and someone wanting to help mom with men’s underwear was enough to turn me red.“I need an, well let me start over, my son here is the one that needs,” she said pointing to me for emphasis, “an athletic supporter. I have looked all over here and I just can’t seem to find them. Does this mean you don’t carry them or are you sold out?”“No ma’am, you need to get those in sporting goods” The clerk explained, before taking good customer service to a level I wish didn’t exist. He asked “Should I show you where?”And with those five words we were escorted to sporting goods where the clerk dutifully pointed to the correct Isle and told us we could find them “Just down on the right hand side.”Mom started looking at packages and at this point I was still clueless and had no idea what she was buying me. “Todd, do you think you need a large youth or a medium adult?”“I don’t know; what is it? Some kind of glove thing?” My ignorance at the subject prevented me from associating having just been looking at other types of undergarments.“No, Todd - its special underwear for Gym class,” Mom told me.“Oh.” I boggled “ I have to wear special underwear and take a shower both?”“Yes, dear,” Mom said “Now lets see your waist is closer to an adult medium, I should probably get you a couple so I don’t have to do laundry every day”She placed three of the boxes in the cart and I picked one up and looked at the picture on the package wondering exactly how you wear it. I might not have known, but I knew I wasn’t going to ask Mom.“Do you need one of these with the plastic cup part?” Mom asked.I wanted to ask her that if five minutes ago I had no idea what we were buying then why did she suddenly expect me to know if I needed one with a plastic cup or not (whatever that was!) Instead I just said, “I don’t know”“Well it won’t hurt for you to have one,”d She said with confidence as she put a fourth package in the cart.That evening in the privacy of my room I figured out exactly how to put one on, and to be honest, I am glad I took the time. There were several of the kids who had trouble at P.E. the next day and they all got teased.Well two days later I come home from school and as I am walking around to the back door (only company comes in the front door.) What should be hanging from the laundry line?I, stealthily as I could, took them down and took them straight to my room. They had at least completely dried. I found Mom in the kitchen and tried to explain to her that hanging a jock on the clothesline just wasn’t cool. She explained that cool or not the label said no dryer and she always followed the labels. I then tried to explain that it wasn’t that - it’s just that those shouldn’t be dried out there. Exasperated and not understanding she said “You’ve never said anything when I dry your shorts outside. In fact I thought you liked when they dried outside.”With Mom they were never ‘boxers’ or ‘boxer shorts’ they were always just plain ‘shorts’. In fact she used ‘shorts’ to describe my briefs, too. Moms are just weird sometimes.“This is different Mom” I said, I just couldn’t see why she didn’t understand this simple thing automatically.I still don’t think she understand, but with that little exchange, understanding or not, Mom started drying my jocks in the laundry room.I took my gear back to my room and packed them into my gym bag. I grabbed some deodorant and other toiletries from the bathroom and headed back to my room to announce we were ready to go.“Todd, I can’t pick anything out. What’s good?” Rob asked pointing to all my books with a sweeping gesture.I thought about it for a moment before picking out my two favorite books. “These aren’t books like “Harry Potter”, which are good too, but these are more adult-ish.” I explainedHe looked at each cover as if trying to gauge something from the covers. “Read that one first and then the other; it’s a sequel,” I said indicating the first book “Fear Nothing” as well as it successor “Seize the Night”Aunt Sarah looked over Rob’s shoulder and said “Todd, I love Dean Koontz too! I will read those when Rob is done if you don’t mind”“Of course not, Aunt Sarah,” I replied as I grabbed my bag and got ready to leave.When we got back to Aunt Sarah’s house we found Rick had returned with a friend and they we’re shooting baskets at the side of the house. Rick had his shirt off and his pull up was riding a good inch above his waistband, his friend must be used to such things, as he offered no comment as they continued to play.“Hello Matt,” Aunt Sarah told the other boy.“Hello, Mrs. Leesum,” Matt replied. I realized then that ‘Matt’ in this case was Matt Rosetick, little brother of Kevin Rosetick whom I have not gotten along well with in recent years. Kevin and I had been close friends, up until about two years ago when for no apparent reason he had chosen a new set of friends, friends that didn’t include me.Matt also greeted Rob and myself; I was surprised he remembered me at all. Rick told him we were cousins and I was staying the weekend with them.Rob and I carried the movies and diapers into the house. We took everything upstairs and put our diapers in Rob’s closet. On the way to the playroom with the movies Rob opened Rick’s door to deposit his new diapers and I was kind of shocked to see an open package at the foot of his bed. Rob just chucked the new pack onto his bed and shut the door.We went back downstairs and joined in the basketball game until Uncle Steve came up from the barn asking who wanted to get the grill going. The four of us answered in unison and we followed along behind Uncle Steve.Dinner was nice, with the four of us kids eating at the picnic table outside. The pork chops were tender and we had along with them fried corn and snap beans. While we ate and talked I found out that Kevin had been in a lot of trouble lately and that the Roseticks were nearing the end of their patience with him.The four of us played more basketball until finally the mosquitoes drove us inside. Upstairs in the playroom we played video games and watched a bit of tube. We mainly played MK4 taking turns with the winner staying up. Rob was on a winning streak and it was my turn up, I took the controller from a freshly defeated Rick who sat beside me to watch.“It’s almost 9:30,” Rick announced glancing at the clock.“Is it really okay? I mean is she going to think I’m weird or tell my mom?” Matt asked Rick.“Dude, don’t worry about it. Okay?” Rick shot back.I wondered what the exchange was about and the distraction led to me getting my ass kicked. Again.“You suck! Who’s next to face the master?” Rob gloated as I handed the controller to Matt.About midway into Matt’s battle uncle Steve told us to get our teeth brushed - The game was paused and we dutifully went to take care of our oral hygiene. Rob and I went to the bathroom normally shared by the brothers and Rick and Matt went to the master bath. We both finished at about the same time and headed for Rob’s room, which was notably empty. Rob looked around expecting someone to help with getting ready for bed, but no one was to be found.“Mom - Dad, you coming in here - we’re done.” Rob called out. I too had become distinctly aware of the diaper I had wet earlier and getting out of it would be rather nice.“In here, champ” Uncle Steve called out from the playroom.“Oh okay,” Rob said as we went back to the big den area.Uncle Steve had placed a pad in the middle of the floor; possibly the same one used last night in Rob’s room I couldn’t quite tell. A pile of supplies and clothes lay piled beside him. Rob undid the bib of his overalls and let them down and stepped out of them as he crossed to the mat. Rob lay down and Uncle Steve removed his plastic pants and untapped his diaper but left it folded over his groin while he grabbed a wipe and a diaper from beside himself.Rob was cleaned, powdered, oiled and re-diapered. Uncle Steve got out a pair of plastic pants and rather than just plain white ones we had worn earlier in the day these were covered in cars in trucks. These pants opened like a diaper and had snaps on either side, which he fastened about Rob. He then handed his son a plain white t-shirt and said “Too balmy so no PJ’s tonight.” Rob got up and waddled his way back to me as he pulled the shirt over his head.I undid my overalls and went and lay down on the pad just as Rob had done. Uncle Steve also untapped my diaper and left it lying closed while he got ready to clean me up. It was odd to feel the cool air running under the diaper. Before I knew what was happening I was peeing again - I am surprised the diaper managed to hold much more. Uncle Steve realized what was going on just waited me out and then slipped the now completely sodden diaper from under me. While he was putting the diaper beneath me I saw from my vantage place on the floor that Rick and Matt had come back from their tooth brushing and been witness to my change. Great, I’m sure Matt is going to tell his brother - who already dislikes me - all about my diaper change. Oh well nothing to be done about it now.I got plastic pants as well with fire trucks and police cars on them. Uncle Steve handed me a t-shirt and sent me on the way with an “okay squirt your all done.” I too waddled a bit - I guess Uncle Steve had put a doubler in for extra absorbency.Rick had already removed his shorts and added them to the pile of other clothes as he approached his dad - Rick’s pull up was wet but not saggy - it was the kind with the lines on the front to look like a fly on real underwear but instead ends up looking all the more babyish. Uncle Steve tore the sides and instead of a replacing with another pull up Rick got a diaper too along with plastic pants and a t-shirt.Uncle Steve tied off the Wal-Mart bag he had filled with used diapers. He started to gather the supplies up when he got a confused look on his face. He looked down at a diaper still folded on the floor with a pair of plastic pants beside it along with a t-shirt. He held up his hand and counted of four fingers while looking at the diapers - and then counted of boys in turn. “Okay - either someone didn’t get a diaper or I brought one too many out. It’s been a hectic day and I’m kind of ‘out of it’ so it is entirely possible I might have made a mistake. Would one of you boys like to fill me in, please? Did I skip someone or did I bring out too many diapers.”“You got me,” Rob said looking down at his diaper.“Me too.” Rick said slapping his own butt to make a crinkle sound.“Same here” I said - but I couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed admitting it and almost flaunting it.Uncle Steve nodded to each of us in turn and let his gaze settle on Matt. “Well that’s certainly a conundrum then - Matt would you care to help me out? You seem like a bright enough lad - the kind that would know the answer to this question. Now it makes no difference to me what the answer is - and I am certain the answer wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else in the room - so it’s all up to you. Did I miscount or did I skip you?”Matt just stood there for a moment; I could tell he was struggling with something. After a moment Matt sighed and looked at his feet. “Mr. Leesum, I think you miscounted” Matt said his voice already thick with regret.“Well, that happens when you get to be my age. It can be hard to keep track of these things. Oh well, I’ll just put this back then.” Uncle Steve explained picking up the diaper, over-pants and t-shirt which he placed as a bundle on the changing matt to pick up like a folder along with the supplies and trash bag.As Uncle Steve was leaving the room Matt’s voice broke a bit “umm Sir, I think I was wrong. I… Ah… I think you skipped me after all” the words stumbled awkwardly as if it took sheer will to get the words out of his mouth at all.“I see. It’s a good thing you caught me; I hate making mistakes and appreciate your help in correcting my error. It would have been very inhospitable of me to ignore a guests needs now wouldn’t it?” Uncle Steve mused as he spread the pad back down on the floor.Matt took a few steps toward the center of the room and just kind of stood there, looking unsure.“Would you get your shirt, please?” Uncle Steve asked him.Seeing Matt pull his shirt over his head Uncle Steve took the opportunity to undo the boy’s belt and drop his pants and underwear in one motion effectively rendering Matt naked. Matt lay down on the mat and Uncle Steve applied oil and powder as needed and then slipped a diaper up under the youth. Matt, obviously enjoying the experience, smiled as the tapes were fastened and the plastic pants slid beneath him and snapped on. Given a t-shirt just like the rest of us - he waddled over to us with an enormous grin on his face.“Now you boys let keep it down in here - We’ll check back in on you before bed. Uncle Steve said as he left the room with the supplies and such.Matt ran his hands over his diaper and I found myself doing the same - suddenly aware of how much I liked this feeling. We all sat in the floor and watched one of the movies we rented. About half way through Matt asked for us pause the movie and then rescinded the request realizing there was no need to go anywhere after all. You could tell he had to concentrate a bit - that the strangeness of it all prevented him from going - but when the far away look in his eye took hold we knew he had been successful.Matt’s over-pants, like Rick’s were solid colors and you couldn’t tell the boy had wet until much later when he got up and you could see a bit of sag as he walked. Aunt Sarah came in when we were watching SNL and she dipped a finger in the leg of everyone’s diaper and returned a moment later with a change for Rob and Matt who were both in need.When she had finished she explained she was going to bed and that we shouldn’t stay up all night and if we did stay up to at least keep it down so she can sleep. So within an hour we spread some blankets on the floor and turning off the lights talked about the days events before finally drifting off to sleep.Chapter 3 - Sunday Coming DownMorning came and none of us were too quick to get up. It wasn’t until Uncle Steve came in the room to rouse us that we actually got up. He explained breakfast was in the make - so we needed to get up and get our showers as we had a busy day ahead.Showers went quick with two bathrooms - I made my way back to Rob’s room where Aunt Sarah was asking Rob what he was going to wear today.“Now we might go into Jerson, so keep in mind you might be riding in the car for a bit,” Aunt Sarah explained.Jerson was a neighboring town - with more shopping - but not by any means ‘big’. I usually looked forward to going to Jerson they had a movie theater and an arcade and lots of things Simonsville didn’t.Rob opted for Pull-Ups, which just like Rick’s had the lines on the front to give them the appearance of ‘big boy’ underwear. Rob looked very juvenile in the printed pants but from the way he looked at himself it was apparent that was part of the fun. Rob tossed me a pair from the open bag and I stepped into them. I couldn’t help but sing the Pull-Up song from the commercials “I’m a big kid now!” We both put on the rest of our clothes and bounded downstairs for breakfast.Rick and Matt were helping to set the last few items out on the table and had yet to sit down. So it was all together that we sat down and I was kind of surprised to see Aunt Sarah tie a large disposable pocketed bib on to each of the younger boys. I had failed to notice Uncle Steve who was preparing to do the same for Rob and Me.“There, that way we can leave straight after breakfast and we wont spend all day getting ready again” Uncle Steve explained as he tied my bib on. I don’t think the bibs were a usual affair; perhaps they were done for Matt’s or even my benefit - had they figured out how much I was enjoying the diapers? Still Rob and Rick didn’t seem surprised by the bibs. I was a little disheartened to see, after we had finished eating, that some food had indeed made its way to the pocket on my bib. I peeked at Rob’s and his bib had gotten a real workout too, so I didn’t feel too bad.We all piled in the van and headed to Jerson and as usual I studied the landscape as we drove by. Watching telephone poles I let go and wet myself with little thought or effort, after the fact I was more than a little taken aback at this. I hadn’t even considered weather I was diapered or not, I just went because I had too. I was going to have to be more careful or I could really embarrass myself at school.We hit a Target store first and getting out of the van each of us was asked weather we needed a change or not. I admitted I did, and as soon as we got into the store Aunt Sarah handed me a Pull-Up and sent me to the men’s room. I walked in by myself and was relieved to see the bathroom empty. Even having the restroom to myself I half hid the Pull-Up under my arm as I stepped into the only stall and locked the door. I had dropped my pants when I heard someone come into the bathroom, I thought about waiting for them to leave but decided that I was already committed. So cautiously I pulled at the sides of the Pull-Up and I was treated to the paper ripping sound as the side tore away. It was louder than I thought it should have been. Someone rattled the stall door a bit and seeing it occupied made a desperate kind of cry. It sounded like a little kid but I wasn’t sure I was more than a bit nervous about changing in public by myself the first time.Well there was nothing to do but continue so I tore the other side and pulled the Pull-Up from between my legs. I rolled it up and set it on the metal toilet paper holder/ I used a wipe from the small packet Aunt Sarah had given me to clean myself up with. I then grabbed the fresh Pull-Up and went to put it on. It was then that I realized I had to remove my pants altogether to pull the new Pull-Up on. I tried to kick my shoes off as best I could and step out of my blue jeans. I took the pull up and opened it and stepped in, the stall door rattled again as the kid outside getting more anxious. I pulled the Pull-Up up and got it just over my knees when the realization sunk in that this was one of Rick’s Pull-Ups and therefore much smaller than the ones Rob and I were wearing.I took the Pull-Up back off and pulled my jeans back on - I would just have to go back out and get a new Pull-Up. So I flushed the wipe down the toilet and grabbed the undersized Pull-Up and the soiled one and started for the stall door. As I was preparing to slide the latch back I heard the main restroom door open and a new voice call out “Quentin, you okay son? What’s taking so long?”I opened the door and stepped out of the stall as the older man came in to the restroom.“Someone was in the potty” Quentin told the man, whom I assumed was his father.“I see that” Quentin’s dad said, looking quizzically at me as he saw me throw the Pull-Up in the trash.“You can use the urinal like a big boy, can’t you? Do you remember how?” He asked his son as he pointed to the fixture on the wall. I could see the man flinch a little when he realized how the words ‘big boy’ might be interpreted.I found Aunt Sarah just outside the bathroom door and asked her for the right sized Pull-Up. She looked in the bag a moment before looking back at me with a decided frown on her face.“I thought I had checked for large ones before we left. I’m so sorry Todd, but you’ll have to make due with a regular diaper” She explained handing me one from the bag. “Do you think you can still manage by yourself?”“Uh-huh. Thanks” I said opening the door to the bathroom.Quentin was getting a lesson on urinal use when I reentered; Quentin’s father glanced at me as I went back in the stall with my diaper under my arm. This time I didn’t need to remove my jeans - just let them fall to my calves. I unfolded the diaper aware of each plastic sound it made as I pulled it snuggly between my legs. I pressed into the stall wall to hold the back in place as I reached around to secure the tapes across the front.I exited the stalls a few moments later, rustling loudly since I had no plastic pants to help deaden the sound. Quentin’s and his dad were both washing their hands and under the circumstances I felt the need to do the same. Quentin was talking his time, doing more playing than washing until finally his father had to scold him.“This young man needs to wash his hands, too. Quentin. please hurry up.”“Sorry,” Quentin told me as he pulled away from the sink and dried his hands.“It’s okay,” I told him back as I rinsed my hands in the sink. Quentin’s dad held the door and we all exited at once.The three of us walked out of the restrooms where I found Aunt Sarah was waiting for me still. Trying to be discreet Aunt Sarah lifted my shirt to poke a bit of the plastic side sheeting that was sticking out my shirt down into my waistband. We caught up with Uncle Steve and the boys and we shopped a bit. Rob and I went to sporting goods to look while Mat and Rick had gone to toys. We turned at the end of one aisle and almost bumped in to Quentin and his father.“Sometimes even big boys have to wear diapers, too” the man explained to his child until he saw me there and redden obviously embarrassed for me having overheard.Within a few minutes Uncle Steve had rounded us up and we all waited at the checkout lines to leave. From there we made several other stops including one store which happened to be next to the arcade and movie theater where the four of us boys got to play games for a while so the adults could get some kid free shopping in.Before getting back on the road we stopped for lunch and everyone but me was herded to the bathroom. Rick and Matt returned wearing new Pull-Ups, while Rob, like me, was now in a diaper. I was a bit surprised that Matt was wearing a new Pull-Up, as it was my understanding that from here he was going home. I would have been too nervous to brave a Pull-Up when he was going home to his parents and brother.We drove back toward home and stopped only long enough to drop Matt off at the Rosetick’s house. Matt’s folks met us at the Van and helped him out.“Sarah, Steve, Thanks for putting up with him. I hope he wasn’t any trouble?” Mrs. Rosetick asked patting her son on the back.“He was no trouble at all I promise.” Aunt Sarah reported back handing matt his overnight bag.“Well lookit Todd! I haven’t seen you in seems like years an I almost didn’t see you back there. How’s your momma?” The plump Mrs. Rosetick exclaimed when she spotted me.“She’s great Mrs. Rosetick, thanks for asking” I told her“Kevin’s not home, I’m sure he’ll be sorry he missed you”I sighed to myself, Mrs. Rosetick was sweet as can be and completely clueless. It never dawned on her that she hadn’t seen me in a long time because Kevin had decided he liked his new friends better. Sometimes folks, especially in a small town, learn to ignore problems between people it’s a voluntary ignorance of sorts and Mrs. Rosetick was volunteering enough for everyone.We sped back to town and settled in for the evening with Aunt Sarah and Uncle Steve making sure we had all done ALL of our homework. Turns out we had all done right and finished up on Friday night like we were told to. I wasn’t completely unsurprised to see the bibs back out for dinner. After dinner I wondered if just knowing you were wearing a bib made you more prone to need one. Once again after we finished eating I found that mine had caught crumbs and several bits of potato.We were changed again before going to bed getting night diapers and plastic pants like before along with the same PJ’s from Friday night. For some reason I went to sleep quicker than normal and slept clear through to morning when Rob woke me up telling me it was time to get ready for School.Chapter 4 - Home is Where the Mom IsRob had already showered and Matt was in his folk’s bathroom so I went to the hall bath and got showered and ready for school. I felt an odd sort or regret as I pulled on a pair of striped boxers, wearing normal underwear for the first time in nearly three days. I’m going to have to be careful I reminded myself thinking back to the ease I had grown accustomed to of wetting my pants. I walked back to Rob’s room and pulled on my jeans and a shirt then grabbed my backpack and gym bag and headed downstairs for breakfast.The school day passed without incident and as much fun as I had at Aunt Sarah’s over the weekend I was looking forward to sleeping in my room and seeing my mom again.The bus dropped me off two doors down from my house and I admired the beautiful afternoon as I walked across our yard to the side door. Finding the door unlocked, which indicated that Mom was indeed home I found myself in the laundry room on the side of the house. I put my gym clothes in the mesh laundry bag which mom would wash at the end of the week and went upstairs.I found mom in the kitchen sitting across from Aunt Sarah talking over a cup of coffee. I hadn’t realized quite how much I missed her until I was hugging her and asking how her trip was.“It was great and I got you something, too!” She said giving me a bag, which I opened and pulled out a T-Shirt with “Oregon Wilderness Patrol” on it.“Thanks!” I said holding it up, the shirt would become one of my favorites and it established a long standing tradition of Mom brining me a T-Shirt from each new place she went.“Your Aunt said you were well behaved. Of course she’s lied all her life, that’s why she’s a lawyer”“No lie, he WAS good, honest” She said before telling me “ Your mom has always been stubborn as a rock, that’s why she’s a geologist.”They both laughed at their friendly jabs. Aunt Sarah drained her coffee cup and said “We’ll I’ve got to get, I was just getting away from the desk and that musty office to let the fumes dissipate on the stripper.” Sarah said jingling her keys for emphasis as she got up.“Ok hon, Love you and thanks again for watching Todd” Mom said hugging her sister before. I hugged Aunt Sarah briefly and then she was gone.“Your Aunt tells me you had a good weekend.”“Yes ma’am”“She dropped a few things off for you, she said you accidentally left them behind. So I just put them in your room for you.”Odd I don’t remember leaving anything there, oh well. I needed to put my books up anyways so I took my stuff to my room and set my backpack on my desk. I refilled my gym bag and that’s when I noticed at the foot of my bed was one of the brand new package of diapers we had gotten at SaveMax. I opened my underwear drawer and there next to my boxers and the couple pairs of briefs I still owned were about six pairs of plastic pants, some with snaps and some pull on.I was dazed, almost sick to my stomach. MOM KNEW. Mom’s voice broke my confusions and startled I spun toward my door.“Your Aunt explained how she deals with Rick’s and Rob’s wetting problem. She also said you were open to trying them while you were there. She said you probably liked waking up dry, but she thought you would be too embarrassed to ask me on your own. So if you want them I don’t mind at all, in fact I think it’s a great idea and will help save on laundry.”“You don’t mind?”“Oh Todd, how could I mind if it makes you comfortable, happy and lets you sleep through the night?”I almost wanted to cry but managed to keep my composure. I never knew Mom had worried so much about my problem. I had always assumed selfishly that it was only bothering me.“Well get your homework done because dinner will be ready soon.”After we ate we watched a little TV together and talked about her trip and how much the extra money was going help. It was about 9:30 when mom told me I should think about getting ready for bed. I walked down to my room and mom followed I had assumed she was going for a coke or something but instead of the kitchen she followed to my room.“I will help you until we are sure your skin does okay with this. If you are comfortable with me helping you that is?” She said taking a changing matt juts like Robs out and spreading it out on my bed.I went ahead and kicked off my jeans and shirt and lay down on the pad. Mom opened the can of powder and peeled the foil off a tube of diaper rash cream. Mom picked up the package of diapers and opened them along their seam and pulled one out and set it beside me. Mom hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and pulled them off leaving me naked and exposed.“Roll over onto your tummy” She told me and I complied felling vulnerable with my butt exposed.She rubbed the cold cream into my butt then had me roll back over onto the diaper she had unfolded. She rubbed more cream into my groin and then powdered me liberally before bringing the front up and taping it into place just over my navel.I stood up then and stepped into the plastic pants she held out. These were fire truck print pants just like some of Rick’s that I had seen drying in their bathroom. I imagined Aunt Sarah raided Rob’s plastic pants stash or had some new ones in reserve, either way I hoped I wasn’t putting anyone out.Mom pulled them up over my diaper and then handed me a pair of PJ bottoms to put on. My PJ’s were sized to fit over underwear, not diapers, so they did little else but accentuate my diapered state. But before you know it I was sleeping good and waking up in a dry bed, and so a routine was established that I would follow for the rest of my life.Chapter 5 - On the Unlikeliness of Chance Encounters in a RestroomThe week went quickly and Friday finally rolled around. Mom had been talking all week about her date this Friday. One of her co-workers has set her up with a recently widowed gentleman who lived in the area. They had gone out a few times the month before her Oregon trip and Mom seemed to have enjoyed herself each time immensely. They had each wanted the other to meet their children but Moms Oregon trip had forced them to push back their plans to this Friday..Mom had cooked a bunch of food the night before so she could have an easier time with dinner after work. Even with planning ahead we were both rushing to get things done before 6:30. I was helping to set the table when the doorbell rang.“I’ll get it!” Mom said almost sprinting for the front door.A moment latter I heard her say “Good evening Walt! Why those are lovely flowers, please come in, come in.”The living room was out of sight but I heard the sounds of people coming in the door closing behind them.“And this handsome young man must be Quentin!” Mom gushed in her best “I’m-talking-to-little-kid-but-pretending-they’re-a-grownup” voice.A small jolt of recognition at the name caused me to fumble a bit. I dropped one of the glasses of water I was setting out, soaking a greater part of the table and myself in the process.“Come on in here and meet son my Todd, he’s helping me set the table and get dinner ready,” Mom said as she ushered them into the dining room.As my luck would have it, and my worst fears, it was THAT Quentin.“Walt this is my son Todd, Todd this is Walt and this is his son Quentin.” Mom said making the introductions.I turned around to shake hands and realized they were all staring at the wet spot on my khakis.“I um spilled a glass of water, I need to clean it up.” I managed to say. I just knew they both thought I wet my pants and was just trying to cover it up by spilling water on the table. Why did my explanation sound so lame?Mom was already assessing the situation and getting a handful of paper towels.Walt and Mom both helped to blot the water off the table and when we had gotten the place setting dry I shook hands with Walt and Quentin. I notice a look of recognition from them both which confirmed they remembered me as well as I remembered them.“Dad, he wet his pants,” Quentin told Walt.“No he just spilled some water on them, now hush.” Walt told Quentin a hint of “drop it” in the edge of his voice.“He did, too. He wears diapers, I saw...” Quentin continued.“Quentin, Shush and drop it right now” Walt countered with enough strength that Quentin stopped mid sentence.I just stood there dumbfounded, awkward and embarrassed.“Well, why don’t you go put some dry pants on Todd” Mom instructed taking the situation in stride. I took the opportunity and bolted for my room. I changed into some dry clothes, first pulling on a fresh pair of boxer shorts and some blue jeans. I tossed my damp khakis and underwear in my hamper, all while I tried to work myself up enough to return to the kitchen.“That must have been my sister and her boys” Mom was finishing as I walked back into the room. I knew then EXACTLY what the topic of conversation had been.Quentin looked at me sheepishly and told me that he was“ sorry for saying stuff about my diapers.”“It’s okay” I managed, feeling my embarrassment make a comeback at Quentin’s knowledge of my diapers.Conversation about my diapers ended for a few hours at that point. We had a great dinner, Mom was an excellent cook and tonight’s pot roast was no exception. Turns out that Walt was a photographer, he made most of his money doing weddings and the like, however his passion was for coffee table books and he was working on one as a side project. His current assignment was taking photos of rural America for just such an anthology.Quentin was a voracious eater for a child his age; he stuffed everything down with an efficiency that was startling. Not a picky eater, that one. So it was between mouthfuls of roast and vegetables that he explained to us that he was going into the first grade this fall a fact to which he and his dad was both very proud. I guess this was Quentin’s way of saying he was no longer in kindergarten. I found myself smiling. I mean, I wanted to resent his knowledge about my diapers, I really did, but I found myself liking him despite my best efforts to the contrary.Once everyone was stuffed Mom cleared the table of the remaining pieces of roast and the nearly empty bowls that had held okra, potatoes and creamed corn. She went to the fridge and a moment latter returned with a large covered dish.“Now I know you saved room for my banana pudding?” Mom asked sweetly as she lifted the lid off the dish.I handed dessert bowls around the table along with spoons. “Mommas Banana Pudding won state fair three different years,” I bragged.“Now Todd, let’s not brag, it’s unseemly,” Mom said with a slight pause before continuing in the same lecture voice “it is damn good pudding, though.” And with that last quip she couldn’t quite hold her composure and started laughing.After dinner I was told to take Quentin to the living room to watch some TV or play some video games so Mom and Walt could talk and drink coffee. Now our living room was not the fancy kind of living room, it was just the kind you lived in. I was small and cozy with enough room for our TV and a couch. Now this couch is worth describing because it was a study in contrast. It was quite possible the most comfortable couch I had ever seen in all of my almost 15 years of life and as if to somehow compensate for its comfort it was also the ugliest. I actually think I have seen this same couch on uglyasschairs.comQuentin wanted to watch Sponge Bob, which wouldn’t have been my first choice, but he was company and I didn’t mind all that much. Now don’t get me wrong, I did like some of the cartoons on Nick even though most kids my age didn’t, I am especially fond of Invader Zim, however Sponge Bob was just a bit too strange for my taste. For cartoons, I liked Cartoon Network even more, but for the really good stuff I had to stay up late.“Where is the bathroom?” Quentin asked as soon as sponge bob went off.I showed him where the bathroom was and after turning on the light for him I stopped off in my room. A few minutes later Quentin walked into my room and started looking around at all the books on my shelves, and the models I had on top of the shelves. He spotted my Gameboy Advanced on my desk and asked if he could play with it. I said sure and handed him the Gameboy and a small bag with all of its cartridges. Excited, he ran from my room back to the living room to play.I flicked off my light and headed back down the hall to the kitchen for a drink. Mom and Walt were still talking at the table. They were both laughing about something and I was very happy to see mom with someone and having such a good time.“Hey kiddo, where’s Quentin?” Mom asked as I walked by“He’s in there playing with my Gameboy,” I said, pointing to the living room.“Oh well, you’ve made a friend then if you have video games” Walt said back with a chuckle.I went ahead and grabbed a soda for Quentin and one for me, too, and headed back to the living room. I gave Quentin the can of Coke which he took offering me a mumbled thanks, so intent was he on the game. I snatched the remote from the couch and started looking for something to watch.I found some old scary movie from the 70’s, which was cornier and cheesy than scary, gawd, at the sound effects they used back then. The movie got real slow about halfway through and it was starting to get kind of boring and I needed to go to the bathroom anyways. I had already waited too long and had to walk all clinched up. For the life of me I wonder why I hold my pee so long sometimes, it’s not like I am particularly good at holding it anyways.Once I was done and I got back to the living room I noticed Quentin had fallen asleep with my Gameboy still in one hand and the unopened coke still beside him on the table. I turned the TV off and then gingerly removed my Gameboy from the boys grip. I retrieved the coke to return it to the fridge.As I put the Coke away I told mom and Walt about Quentin’s nap and then explained that I was going to go to my room to read for a bit, too.“I can help you get ready for bed if you like” Mom offered.I blushed knowing Walt must have guessed what she was offering to help with and my pride just wouldn’t let me agree “I’m not even sleepy - I’ll get ready for bed later. You two just talk and have fun”Well, it wasn’t twenty minutes later until I myself had dozed off. I never went to sleep before eleven especially on a Friday night. I woke up to mom shaking my shoulder.“Todd honey, wake up, you can’t go to sleep like that.” She said taking the book from me and setting it on my night table. I looked to the clock and it was 11:30.“Walt?” I asked her.“He told me to tell you good night and not to wake you, they left maybe five minutes ago”“Ohh,” I mumbled sleepily.Her hands found my belt and started to open my jeans where just the beginning of a wet spot was forming.“Well it looks like I got here in the nick of time or you’d be soaked through” She said as she pulled off my pants and underwear.The cold air down there drove the last bit of sleepiness away and left me awake and embarrassed. I wasn’t embarrassed per se about being naked in front of my Mom, I should be probably, but wet enough and you get used to it. And it’s not that I’m overly sensitive about wetting my bed, at least not around Mom. I’ve wet for a couple of years now, so I’m used to it all. Yet it just seems so much worse when I wet and I am still wearing daytime clothes. I’m used to wet shorts or PJ’s but certainly not wet jeans and any of my nice boxers. I had been sleeping in PJ’s without underwear so what I wore to school wouldn’t be discolored, because even with bleach some of my underwear had started to get pee stains in them and I didn’t want anyone noticing that in the locker room.I stood up for a moment and took off my shirt while mom put down the changing pad for me. Mom rubbed in oil and powder as normal and then slid a diaper up under me. She gave me some plastic pants and some PJ shorts to pull on. She offered a shirt but I elected to skip it, as it was a muggy night.“Now you go brush your teeth,” She told me as she put the changing pad back between my bed and nightstand.As I walked to the bathroom the house seemed terribly quiet and with each step I heard the rustle of my diaper.Crackle-crackle-crackleas I walked. Even while brushing my teeth I thought I could hear a small rustle from my diaper in response to my brushing. When I was done with my teeth, I snuck to the kitchen to see if I could grab a quick snack undetected. I’m not supposed to eat anything after I brush my teeth but I sometimes manage to get away with it if Mom has her attention elsewhere.No such luck, Mom was in the kitchen cleaning up from this evening. I started to turn around and head back toward my room when mom called out “I hear Mr. Crinkle Pants”I chuckled despite getting busted.“You were going to get a snack, weren’t you?” she accused.I am generally of the opinion that the truthfulness was the best option and so with little hesitation I agreed that yes I was coming to pilfer a snack from the fridge.“Now Todd, you know the rule about eating after you have brushed your teeth. Or at least a reasonable person would assume you ought to know after almost 15 years of living under this roof”“Yes Ma’am.” I replied trying to sound sincere.“Well I suppose I can make an exception, just this once,” Mom said as she opened the freezer and pulled down a half gallon of ice cream.Within a few minutes I was sitting across the table from her each of us with a sundae and small side of her banana pudding.“So what did you think of Walt?” Mom askedI thought Walt was super nice, he didn’t appear outwardly bothered by my diapers and Quentin seemed like a happy enough kid. My instincts told me Walt was a good guy and would be good for Mom. However all I managed around mouthfuls of ice cream was to tell her “He seems nice to me.”“Tomorrow he asked if we wanted to drive into Birmingham for the fair, he had been promising Quentin to take him for a while now and it reminded me of how quick you’re growing up.” Mom paused to take a bite before finishing “and well how we just don’t get to do fun stuff together much anymore, especially since I took this new job”“Sounds like fun to me,” I admitted, I loved fairs and carnivals.“We have to hold to these moments as long as we can, Todd. You’ll be driving in a year or so and then you’ll go off to college and then you will have a family of your own, move to the city and probably forget all about your mother back here in Simonsville.”“I won’t forget about you, I promise, unless I become rich”We both laughed at that, just enjoying the moment.I had a feeling Mom wanted to talk about something else and in a few minutes when we both were just about done with our ice cream she asked “So you met Walt last weekend in Jerson?”I knew this was really Mom’s subtle way of trying to allow me to explain why I was changing into a diaper during the day. I had thought about this a while ago before dozing off. I considered telling her the partial truth that Rob and Rick both wore pull-ups on car trips and I was wearing one, too, so they wouldn’t feel bad. But then I would have to explain why I wet my pull up and had to change. I also thought of telling her we had woken up late and went straight from bed to the car, but that was obviously not true. I had even considered the full truth, just flat out telling her that I liked diapers and felt like wearing one. However, I was having trouble even admitting that to myself much less someone else.In the end though honesty won out, it must have been the sugar, because before I knew it I told her what I didn’t think I had the courage to even say to myself. I told her that I had just decided to wear diapers that day since we were traveling so much, that my cousins did it too and it sounded like FUN to me.“I hope it didn’t embarrass you to hear the story from Walt.” I finished.“Oh honey, no, that doesn’t embarrass me. Now I don’t rightly care what you wear under your pants as long as it makes you happy. I just didn’t know if that was something you wanted or if you were just trying to fit in with your cousins.”Honesty again, I was on a roll “Yeah I liked it, I know it’s weird and all but I just do”“Well you just wear them whenever you want, they’re your underpants after all.”I put my bowl in the dishwasher and gave Mom a goodnight kiss and a strong hug before I went back to my room.“Night Mom”“Night Sweetie”Chapter 6 - All’s Fair in Love and WarMom got me up and I went straight to the bathroom to shower. I ripped off my soggy diaper and rolled it up and tossed it in the trash. I showered pretty quick and then brushed my teeth. I peered in the mirror to see if I was getting any whiskers yet, but no such luck. I wrapped a towel around me a headed back to my room.No sooner had I gotten to my room than Mom stuck her head in my door “Morning, kiddo! I put you out a new bag on your bed in case you wanted to take some supplies with you today. Your choice. Don’t forget to wear comfy shoes. You’ll be walking a lot, too.”She was gone in a heartbeat as if the exchange was perfectly routine; like most mothers have to tell their teenage sons they gave them a new diaper bag (well I suppose the lucky ones do). I looked at the bag; it was a small travel backpack, similar to a miniature duffle or a very small gym bag. Mom must have gotten it for her new job and all the travel she anticipated. Well not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth I grabbed the remaining diapers from the pack and stuffed them into the bag. I would have to ask mom to stop at the store so we can get small travel size powder and wipes like the ones in Rob’s diaper bag. For something as simple as a diaper bag I sure was happy. I decided to put my last pair of clean plastic pants in the bag, too, I had decided to not wear plastic pants today as it was going to be hot but I guess having a pair in my bag would help me ‘be prepared’.As much as I had enjoyed Mom diapering me, I came to two conclusions. The first being that I would have to learn to diaper myself, there wasn’t always going to be someone around to assist. The second was that Mom had made it clear she was helping during my trial period, I guess she didn’t feel it was terribly appropriate. So I pulled off my towel, which I was still wearing and spread it out on my bed, no sense in getting the changing pad out when this towel would work just the same. I got a diaper from my closet and unfolded it. I lay down on my back and pulling my knees to my chest I slipped the diaper under my butt. I taped it getting the tapes pretty tight. I ran a finger through the leg bands to make sure the gathers were in my crotch.I pulled on a pair of jeans and t-shirt and went so see what was for breakfast. After we ate (Pop Tarts - woohoo) we got in the car to drive into Jerson where we were going to meet Walt and Quentin. Mom had agreed to stop at the store so I could finish out my diaper bag. On the drive I had further time to ponder the consequences of my actions and as we neared Jerson I asked Mom “What does Walt think about my diapers?”“I don’t know, he didn’t say much beyond the fact you were changing when he saw you. A boy your age in diapers is a very curious thing after all. But I think he assumes you need them and I think the fact that you handled yourself so casually only reinforced that opinion. ““But if I only wear them sometimes won’t he wonder why?” I asked back“I am sure of it Todd, but he doesn’t need to know anything you don’t want to tell him and Walt seems to much of a gentleman to pry into the private affairs an upstanding young man such as your self. And besides, think of it this way, Walt and I might breakup or we might have a relationship that goes nowhere and in that case what he thinks or doesn’t think won’t matter at all. On the other hand if we do have a serious relationship and maybe someday get married, then he would certainly have to accept your choices as part of the deal.”“Uh huh,” I said not entirely convinced but unable to find any immediate fault to her argument.We made pleasant conversation the rest of the way into town, Mom talked some about the site in Oregon and how she was likely to have to go back soon for another trip. “It’s summer break soon and you can come with me on some of my trips if you like.”“I’d love, too!” I had never been out of Alabama except once to Georgia to go to Six Flags and once to see some of my father’s relatives when I was still a baby.We pulled up at an old fashioned drug store, the kind that had the counter for what must have been soda fountain way back in the old days. Mom and I got out of the car and made our way into the store. Just inside the door were greeting cards on one side and durable medical supplies on the other. The soda fountain now served as a cashier’s checkout and pharmacy pickup.A pretty girl, probably college age, saw us come in and greeted us with a “Good morning, Can I help ya’ll find something?”“I think we can find it just fine, but thank you,” Mom answered her as she steered me towards the durable medical supplies.We found the incontinence section and Mom told me to go ahead and pick out some diapers that we might as well see what brands I like. So I picked out a package of Attends, a package of Prevail overnights, a package of IntaCares. The store had no pull ups, so Mom promised that next time we were out and we saw some we would pick them up. Mom selected a pack of travel wipes, some diaper rash cream, and the smallest can of powder they had.We walked the supplies to the checkout and while mom put the wipes, powder and cream up on the counter, I put the packages of diapers right beside them. The girl began ringing things up and in an attempt to make idle chatter she asked, “Someone’s gramma must be coming to visit right?”This took me off guard and apparently Mom was too as the resulting silence was awkward creating a palpable tension in the air. I was suddenly overcome with a nervous fidgety feeling and I rocked back and forth from one foot to the other and only after transferring my weight back and forth a few times did I realize it was causing my diaper to crackle. In the stillness of that moment it seemed impossibly loud.The cashier must have heard it, too; a look of understanding crossed her face. She tried to recover by pretending not to have heard saying that “My granny would come to see us each summer.” She really thought on her feet, but her offered explanation and opportunity at anonymity didn’t do much to lessen my anxiety.I had at that moment an epiphany of sorts. I saw us coming back here from time to time in the future, or other similar places, where we would likely see the same faces with each visit. So there really was no sense in pretending. I mustered my courage up, took a deep breath and managed to make my vocal cords work.“That’s okay, they’re mine and I don’t mind that you know” I told her.I felt a squeeze of encouragement on my shoulder and realized Mom had put her arm across my shoulders in an unconscious move to comfort me.The girl smiled to me “I won’t tell anyone”Then she said to us in an almost conspirator tone. “My name is Cheryl” She pointed to her name badge which not so surprisingly said “Cheryl”“My dad owns this store and I am studying to be a pharmacist” Cheryl continued, “If there is anything ya’ll need and we don’t have it, I have a big old catalog we can order things from. In fact I will put one in your bag for you to take home and you can just call us when you need something and we will order it for you right away”“Well, thank you for your help, Cheryl” Mom told her as she paid for my supplies.Mom gathered up the small bag and one pack of diapers from the counter, leaving the other two packs for me.“Thank you,” I told Cheryl smiling and inexplicably happy. I picked up the other two packs of diapers and followed Mom back to the car.We put the diapers in the trunk and the little shopping bag in the front of car so I could finish loading out my diaper bag. Everything fit in the bag neat enough and it didn’t look like a diaper bag at all.As we got back on the road I found that I was getting increasingly excited about the fair, I had only been to Six Flags the one time so even fair and carnival rides seemed like a big deal to me. We found Walt and Quentin were already waiting for us in the parking lot of Target. Walt drove a mini van similar to Aunt Sarah’s but this one had a DVD player in it which was nice. Walt opened the front door for Mom and she climbed into the passenger seat. Quentin had thrown open the sliding door for me and stepped up and in. I put my bag down between our two seats.“What’s in the bag?” Quentin asked“Umm, stuff” Was all I could manage, somehow I could face a pretty college aged girl about my diapers but explaining that I had a diaper bag to six year old was just too much. So in an interest of knocking off conversation I reached for and closed the sliding door before sitting down in my seat and buckling my seat belt.As I sat down Quentin had apparently heard my diaper, his eyes lit up and he leaned over to tell me all matter-of-factly, “Your wearing diapers!”“Quentin! Remember what we talked about?” Walt reminded the boy having heard the boy from the front seat. It occurred to me Walt must have anticipated just such an exchange and been listening for it.“I’m sorry” Quentin said back to his father.“It’s not me who you owe the apology, too”Quentin looked at me and with all the conviction of someone who is being forced to apologize for something they realize they did, but don’t quite see any fault to it, told me “I’m Sorry”“It’s okay,” I told him and with my acceptance he brightened back up “I brought my Gameboy, see? He told me showing me his Gameboy before becoming lost in the game he was playing.Quentin soon lost interest in his Gameboy and asked Walt to put a DVD on for us to watch. Walt started theFinding Nemofor us, I love Pixar movies and hope someday to work as an animator. Well, just about the time when Nemo’s dad is meeting the turtles we got close enough to see Birmingham off the distance.“Almost there!” Walt called out since the fair was actually just outside of B-ham.“And not a single ‘are we there yet?’, either,” Mom commented“That’s because DVD players in cars are marvelous things,” Walt laughed.“Are we there yet?” Quentin whined as if on cue.We pulled into a large field and followed the directions of the parking attendant. The field was already filled with cars and we had to walk a long distance to get to the fair grounds. I could see the Ferris wheel from the line at the gates and it was enormous.We finally got to the ticket windows and Walt bought 3 adults and 1 child’s ticket along with rider passes for all four of us. The gate opened into a queue just to enter the fairgrounds. Large signs posted at either side of the entrance proclaiming the don’ts of the fair. No alcohol, must wear shoes, no firearms, no pets except animals being shown, standard crap like that.We got to the front of the line where a security guard was looking through any bag package or purse being brought into the fair. Quentin and Walt walked on through the turnstile while Mom handed the guard her purse and he flipped it open gave it a lethargic once over and waved mom through. Mom met up with Walt and Quentin on the other side and I walked through to join them.“Sir. Your backpack, please” the guard said to me as I walked by.Ouch - you mean he needs to look through my bag, too? I should have seen that coming. I suppose I looked a bit panicked as Mom stepped back over to the turnstile.“My pack?” I asked stalling for time.“Todd, let the man see your pack please,” she told me before telling the guard “Sir, please don’t open it all the way, he has personal medical items in there”The guard just hrumphed at us both when I handed him my backpack. He unzipped it enough to see inside, didn’t bat an eye and with a bored motion zipped the pack back up and handed it to me.“Thank you, sir,” I said when he handed my pack to me.“Have a good day at the fair,” the guard replied and motioned me through the turnstile.Just inside the gate a greeter was giving a newspaper-looking program for the fair and a map. We looked at the map and of course the thing, which drew my attention, was the midway area. Quentin was excited about the rides too, but I think he wanted to see some animals too.“Before we get going do you need to go potty?” Walt asked Quentin pointing to the restroom here at the entrance.“Yes sir,” Quentin replied and with that he and Walt were off to the restroom.“You holding up there?” Mom asked nodding her head at me.“Yup” I said knowing my diaper was sweatier than wet. It was going to be a hot one that was for sure.Quentin and Walt came back out a few moments later and we headed for the midway. Quentin didn’t want to ride anything that looked scary, and Mom and Walt only rode things like the carousel and the Ferris wheel. I rode everything I could; if any of us got our moneys worth out of the riders pass it was me.We had just finished a late snacky meal-type thing. It was later than lunch but not enough for dinner. We were getting up from the table and throwing our trash in the cans when Walt whispered to me “Looks like you either sat in something or you sprung a little leaking.”I looked down and the front of my pants seemed fine to me. I felt and they didn’t even seem damp.“No the back near your thighs” Walt told me as I reached around and sure enough felt two wet patches at the back of each leg. My diaper didn’t seem terribly wet, but I had wet it a little here and there. I walked back to the table and looked at the bench where I had been setting and it didn’t look like there was anything there. I grabbed my backpack and headed to the restrooms.The nice thing about the Birmingham fairgrounds is that they are permanent; the fair is here each year. That means they have real restrooms and while still dirty and not pleasant places they were light-years better than porta-johns. I waited for the handicap stall to become available as I figured I would need the extra room and I quickly as I could changed my diaper. Hot or not, I wasn’t entirely sure these diapers Aunt Sarah bought were up to the task so I also pulled out my plastic pants now thank full to have packed them.I’ve learned many a lesson, and that day was no exception. I made a strong mental not to forget that in the future I should pack snap on over-pants next time I decide to not wear them from the beginning. I had thrown pull on pants in my bag and now I had to remove my shoes and my jeans. Believe me I wasn’t happy about letting my socks touch the floor of the stall and I had to hang my jeans on the coat hook. I pulled on the pants and tucked them over my diaper before pulling back on my jeans. I really need to talk to Mom about getting some bigger jeans too when we bought summer clothes. I rolled up my old diaper and taped it up into a ball before throwing it away and leaving the restroom.The evening was as much fun if not more. There is something magical about a fair at night when the midway lights up. We saw a couple of shows and of course we had to see the prize animals for Quentin. I wasted a week’s allowance trying to win something on the ball toss. Stupid game was probably rigged.We left about 9:30 and walked back to the van all of tired and exhausted. The drive home there was no need for a DVD as Quentin was out like a light his snores oddly deep for such a little guy. I think I dozed off too, because before I knew it we were back at target and getting ready to leave. We decided to just let Quentin sleep rather than making him say goodnight so Walt walked mom to her car door where they hugged briefly.“Thank you for taking us!” I told Walt as Mom clicked my door unlocked. I threw my diaper bag into the back seat and sat down.“I had a great time tonight,” Mom said“I did, too. That was a lot of fun, but I wish the fair were closer to home”“Well I’m about to burst! I’ve got to pee and I need to stop for gas” Mom said driving across the target parking lot to the Texaco that shares the same lot.I got out and pumped gas, which the sign said was illegal since I was under 16 but it’s not the kind of thing they lock a lot of kids up for.“You need something to drink?” Mom offered before going inside to pay.“A Coke please”“Anything else?” she prompted.“No thanks. I’m going to use the restroom too before we leave.”“Okay, I’ll pull the car up to the door while you use the restroom if I get done first,” she said as she was walking into the store.I finished pumping gas and replaced the gas cap. I grabbed my backpack from the backseat and headed inside. My diaper wasn’t terribly wet yet but I decided to change it anyways since I had to poop. I had no desire to poop my diaper especially not in the closed confines of a car and I just couldn’t imagine pulling back on a wet diaper.Mom was waiting for me by the door and we were back on the road and headed home. We were both quiet on the ride home. I don’t know what had me in such an introspective mood but I sat there thinking about how much had changed over the last week. How in such a short period of time I had come to think of wearing diapers for the rest of my life. What was I thinking? It scared me a bit to be honest. I knew I couldn’t wear them to school but with only a week left in the school year and summer on the horizon it didn’t seem like that big of an issue.I was still lost in thought when we got home.“Penny for your thoughts,” Mom offered as she unlocked the door.I sighed, it was nice to be home “nothing much just thinking.”“Oh just thinking, are you?” Mom laughed “Thinking! In a 15 year old boy of all things!”I loved it when Mom called me 15 even though my birthday was still 3 weeks off. She continued belting out in her southern belle in distress voice she uses for sarcasm “I swear Todd you are far too serious for your own good. Why when you were little you didn’t think about anything or anyone. A real firecracker you were, or filled with piss and vinegar, as your Grandpa Arlen would have said.”Grandpa Arlen was my dad’s dad and I don’t remember him at all. He died soon after my dad did and that was all before I was two years old. Grandma Arlen, or Grand Arlen as she liked to be called, was still most defiantly alive. . Now Ellen Arlen was a woman who was full of piss and vinegar. She smoked cigars, cursed like a sailor and loved to gamble. She wasn’t the apple pie and knitting booties kind of grandma, but Grand Arlen always had kind words for her grandson and she always had some of the most exciting stories to tell. She spends most of each year working for a senior tour company, which goes to a different city or destination each month. She takes off thanksgiving to see us each year but other than that Grand Arlen lives on the road.After hanging my diaper bag on the back of the doorknob in my room I went back outside and got the rest of my diapers from the trunk. I returned to my room and stacked the diaper packs in my closet. I wasn’t sure which brand to try next and I was anxious to try another brand of diapers. I knew the store brand Aunt Sarah gave me was kind of weak, I just wish I had paid more attention to the diapers I wore that first night at their house. I settled on wearing the prevail overnights next so I grabbed them from my closet. I was going to put them in the footlocker at the end of my bed but then I remembered Rick’s diapers had been placed at the end of his bed and I decided to do the same. It’s not like I have friends over very often and I can put them up if someone is coming. I felt a small rush seeing the package at the end of my bed nestled into the corner between bed and footlocker.“Todd, would you come here for a minute please?” Mom called to me.“Be right there!” I called back as I looked for her finding her in my bathroom.“You are probably out of plastic pants, aren’t you? “ Mom asked/“Yup, I’m wearing my last pair right now. I put the others in my hamper.”“It doesn’t work that way, sport” Mom said looking at me with her hands on her hips. “Just like your sheets, your plastic pants are your responsibility and they can’t be washed in the washer. Now go gather them up and bring them in here, please. I will show you how to clean them.”I was headed back to my room when she added the afterthought “Might as well take those you are wearing off, too”I dug in my hamper and pulled the pants out before removing my clothes and pulling down the plastic pants I was wearing. I threw my shirt and jeans in the hamper enjoying the moment of just standing in my diaper the ac feeling nice against my skin. But I had things to do so I pulled on a pair of fleece shorts and made my way back to the bathroom.Mom pulled back the shower curtain and told me to just drop the pants in the tub, which is what I did.“First, make sure and wash them inside and out. Also when changing, try not to get oil or powder on your plastic pants or they will ruin. Then shake the excess water off and turn them inside out to dry.”Mom then demonstrated. She started some warm water and proceeded to wash the pant under the spigot. She shook the excess water off and then turned it inside out before setting it on the tubs ledge to dry. Turned inside out the plastic pants, was puffed out like it was being worn.“Now you can just hang your snap-ons here on the shower rod and let them dry,” she told me,I washed the remaining pants out and set them all up to dry just like I had been show. Mom nodded her head approvingly “Very good, Todd, you should probably do this frequently throughout the week to make sure you have clean plastic pants and the better you take care of them the longer they will last. Let them sit with sweat and urine on them and they will become brittle and breakdown.”“Yes ma’am, I understand,” And for the most part I did, I wasn’t crazy about having my plastic pants on display in the bathroom, but considering I had just gone out of my way to display my diaper package I had to ponder at what made this different.Mom left and I went to follow her until I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My image caught me off guard. There I was with slightly bulged gym shorts with telltale diaper wings sticking from the top of the waistband. To think someone, my mother at that, had just been in the same room with me dressed like this! The image was so appropriate, so representative of how I felt and powerfully erotic. My erection strained the inside of my diaper and I found myself almost running to my bedroom to relive myself.I closed my door and threw my changing pad onto the bed. I opened my nightstand and set my powder and oil on the nightstand. I went ahead and grabbed a fresh diaper from the new bag and set it down on my bed. My hands had already begun to shake and my hard on felt like it was going to tear through my diaper. I managed to push my shorts down to my knees as I lay back. I undid the tapes on one side of my diaper and I freed myself with the full intention of masturbating like there was no tomorrow. Within mere seconds of touching my self I erupted furiously with intensity I had never felt before. I used my loosened diaper to wipe myself clean before I finished undoing the other tapes and grabbing a wipe from the package.In the moment I lay there catching my breath, my diaper undone but still covering my groin, I examined the new diaper. The Prevail overnight was much thicker than the MaxCare store brand diapers I had been wearing. The tapes were printed too, with x’s on them rather than being just solid white. I waited a moment or two longer before cleaning off with the wipe. I then stood up then and pored oil into my hand and massaged it into my diaper area. I wiped the excess oil of my hand with another wipe, which I then tossed into the soiled diaper. I pulled the Prevail up into my crotch and tapped it on. The fit was fantastic and the thickness was perfect. I balled the old diaper and put my changing stuff up. I yanked my gym shorts back up and made sure that I had little tufts of plastic sticking up on the sides like earlier.I noticed my bedroom trash was getting full awfully quick and the culprit was diapers. So I pulled the can liner out tied the bag off. I took the bag to the garage where I tossed the whole thing into the big garbage can the trash people empty. I got a new trashcan liner and went back to my room to replace it. I sat down at my desk and powered up my computer. While Windows was loading I noticed the catalog we had gotten at the pharmacy and I began to thumb through it until I came to the incontinence section. I was disappointed to say the least. They had no plastic pants to speak of, and certainly none as cool as mine with the fire trucks on them. They only a couple of kinds of diapers in there and they didn’t even look worth wearing. The catalog described them as cost saving, which even at my age I knew meant cheap. Come on! The store itself had better selection than this sorry thing. That led me to wonder exactly were Aunt Sarah got the plastic pants for my cousins and where she got their diapers too to boot. I know the MaxCares were an emergency purchase as they were defiantly not what we wore Friday night. I made up my mind to call her tomorrow and ask. Windows had finally loaded, but I had already decided to just go to bed and read for a bit.