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Mom can I have some ice cream?" I asked. "Take your shower first, and then youcan come back down for ice cream." Mom said. I was going to protest, but she came meone of those "don't argue with me looks." I headed up to the bathroom, got undressedand and started the water.
"I starting a load of laundry, hand me out all your dirty clothes." she called throughthe door. I gathered all my clothes up and handed them out through the door. I got intothe shower. When I was done, not having brought any clean clothes or robe in with me, Iwrapped the towel around me and headed off to my room.
I opened my top dressor drawer where I kept my underwear and a large shock hit me.My underwear was gone. What was in it's place was a stack of cloth diapers on one sideand several pairs of plastic pants on the other. In the middle were an assortment of diaperpins and other assorted baby things.
I was standing there trying to comprehend what was happening when Mom cameinto the room. "I see you found your surprise. I found the diapers you were hiding in thecloset. Now I'm not going to start washing diapersagain, but I've found that you can getdiaper service diapers in your size. Since you've decided to play baby, you can startwearing these."
I was still trying to take all this in. "I...I don't want to wear them..." "Look, you werewearing them on your own. I'm just making sure you have clean ones." "I don't want towear them all the time..." "But you will. I've gotten rid of all your big boy underwear. Nowget a pair on. I know you know how." She steped out of the room.
I reached down and picked up one of the diapers. It was much better than the oldimprovised one I had been using, and real plastic pants. I was having mixed feelings, butI figured it wouldn't be too bad. I pinned on the diaper and was pulling up the plasticpants when Mom came back.
"Now you look cute. Come downstairs now and get your ice cream." I started to lookaround for my pajamas or a robe or something. "Now." It was clear she didn't mean forme to put any other clothing on. I followed her downstairs and into the kitchen. I took aseat at the table while Mom proceded to dish out the ice cream. My sisters came by andpeered under the table. There was some whispering between themselves and giggling.
Finally, Kathy, the older of two asked, "Is Louie wearing diapers?" "Yes, Kathy. Louiehas been playing around with being a baby and as a result, he'll be wearing diapers."There was some more giggling. Kathy started "Louies got to wear didies" and Susierepeated her sister's taunt. I tried to ignore this and just stared at my ice cream. Kathyremarked, "Do you need me to change your didie."
"They don't need changing." I grumbled. I was half in rage and half on the verge oftears. "There's going to be plenty of oppurtunity for that. Louie is not allowed to use thetoilet anymore. His diapers are going to need a lot of changes." I couldn't take it anymoreand started to cry. I bolted for my room and went to bed. I didn't sleep well. The meaningof Mom's words were clear. I was going to have to wear and use these diapers. I finallydrifed off to sleep.
The morning came far too early. Mom came in to jostle me awake as she normallydid, I'm a heavy sleeper. However, this morning she pulled back the covers and reacheddown into the diaper. "Still dry? Well, if you have to go, I suggest you do so. I'll changeyou once before you go to school."
The implication was clear. I was to wear these continually and she was going tomake me use them. I put a robe on and came down for breakfast. I had my usual bowl ofcereal and began to think. I did have to pee and figured that I'd better get that done nowbefore I got dressed. I tried to relax myself as much as possible and after a few secondsthe flow started and I felt the diaper begin to get soaked. Now my robe had opened a bit,and what I hadn't realized was that Kathy was observing this whole operation. She sawthrough the translucence of the pants what was happening.
"Louie's wetting his diapers!" she exclaimed. "Good." Mom said, "Give him a minuteto finish and we'll go change him." "I don't want Kathy to change me, I can do it myself.""Nonsense, when you're home, you're to ask me or one of your sisters to change you."
I was led up to my room with Kathy and Susie in tow. Mom demonstrated changingmy diapers. The girls continued to be partially in awe and part in giggles. When finishedmom told me to get dressed for school.
I came downstairs and there were two bags on the kitchen table for me. One was mylunch and the other contained two diapers some pins and a package of baby wipes. "NowI can't keep you from using the bathroom at school, but I'm packing you a couple changeof changes just in case you have an accident at school."
Well, that was it. I would try to hold myself until I got to school and make sure that Igot to use the bathroom just before coming home. The other thing that I was thankful forwas that I was two grades ahead of Kathy and she went to a different school as a result.
Now through the week I tried to use the school bathrooms as much as possible.Whether I had to pee or poop, I always had to go into the stalls to undo the diaper. Now, Ihad been fairly successful with this procedure. Usually after dinner time I'd have to peeand then ask Mom or one of the girls for a change.
Friday rolled around and I was feeling pretty good as it was the end of the schoolweek. The day was winding down, and I had the need to poop. No problem, I'll gobetween my last two classes. As I entered my last class, I remembered I had meant to usethe bathroom then, but the bell rang, so I just had to wait. I sat down. What was worsewas that we were having a test in this class meaning, that I wouldn't have an oppurtunityto get a hall pass until I had finished my paper.
The test was difficult and long. I sweated over it both because of the difficulty and thefact that I was needing to go to the bathroom more and more as time went by. Then thebell rang. I had just barely finished the test, and now there was no time. I'd have to gostraight to the bus. My goal switched from making it to the bathroom to just making ithome before my bowels let loose. I safely to the bus and sat down. I did my best to holdback. As I was let off at my stop I managed to make it a few steps and couldn't hold it anymore. I started to walk quicker, but more came up with each step. I felt the diaper fill.
As I walked into the house, I told Mom I needed a change. Mom told me to sit down,she was busy. This I didn't want to do, but again she gave me one of these "no arguinglooks." I gingerly sat down and the poop squished throughout the diaper. Mom calledout, "Get your sister to do it."
I got up, now desperately wanting a change more than anything else. Enough to evendeal with the indignity of having Kathy or Susie do it, since that was always accompaniedby some amount of teasing. I went into the rec room and found Kathy and Susie alongwith two of their girl friends. I wanted to be tactful.
"Susie, can I talk to you a minute." I asked. Kathy picked up immediately. "No, if youhave something to ask her, ask her here." "You know...," I said, not wanting theembarassment of having Kathy's friends know. "Say it!"
I knew there was no way out of it. "Can you change me?" I said quietly. There was alittle smile fromt he girls. "I can't hear you!" Kathy said. "Can you change my diaper." Isaid. There was much giggling among the girls.
"OK, C'mon, Chris and Barb, come see the big baby get his diapers changed." Thiswas too much, but I knew better than to bother my mother at this point. The parade wentto my room, with much more giggling. Kathy pulled down the plastic pants. "Whoo! Babymade a mess. I was wondering how long you were going to go without doing this." Therewas much teasing and baby talk from the four girls as Kathy cleaned me off with Susie'sassistance. I was glad when I finally could get dressed again.
"Oh, by the way. Mom found this old diaper bag for when we go out somewhere." Ilooked in and saw that it had already been stocked with chagnes and supplies. It wasobviously one from when Susie was a baby being bright pink.
Mom came in and said we had to go shopping for summer clothes at the mall and toget in the car. Kathy said "Don't forget the diaper bag." I wasn't anticipating needing it,but mom said to get it. I put the strap over my shoulder.
We did a bit of shopping for a while, and I had to carry the bagaround with me. I triedto convince myself that if anybody saw me with it they'd just think I was carrying it forsomeone else. We stopped to eat. I then realized that I had to pee as we were walking.Very badly. Well, this is the advantage of wearing diapers I thought, I paused momentarilyand started to go. Kathy turned and realized what I was doing. "Louie, are you wettingyourself?"
"Yes," I said annoyed. "Do you need a change?" "No, it can wait." Mom stopped now.And came back to where Kathy and I were. "What's keeping you?" "Louie's wetting.""Hmm...how are we going to handle this. We can't go into the men's room and Louie can'tcome with us into the ladies for a change." "It can wait until we get home." "No, you'll getdiaper rash if you walk around wet like that. Come over here." Mom said gesturing to abench. "No, not here..." I began to cry.
Mom pulled out a changing pad from the diaper bag and placed it on the bench andtold me to lie down. Still bawling I did as she pulled down my trousers and then theplastic pants. Passers by took looks as they went by. I couldn't stand it, but soon it waspast. There were some kids standing by in awe. They then started to chatter betweenthemselves over what they just saw.