Swim Diapers In The Closet
SWIM DIAPERS IN THE CLOSET
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After I was potty trained, I felt great. (I was three years old and couldn’t wait to be out of diapers). But one day, when I was in pre-school, my teacher mentioned something about it being more fun in diapers. I don’t remember exactly what she said, or the context, but I’m pretty sure that that’s what made me want to try it again.
Well, one day, I noticed something… there was a pack of almost untouched swim diapers. (I hadn’t learned to swim yet and I was dead afraid of water). I tried to resist my urge as not to embarrass myself in front of my older brother, with whom I shared a room. I kept having dreams of wearing diapers again, and having them on.
One day, during spring break, I decided to try one on, they were slip-on and easy enough to put on. I’ll never forget the feeling of that diaper when it first touched my body. I felt so soft and comfortable. It took me a couple of days to bring up the courage to wet one of them, but when I did it was incredible. From that moment on, I was a DL. I started messing in them and even leaving the house with them on. (I had pants over them, of course).
About a week after I started using them, I was scared stiff. I was changing them in my room and my mom came in. (I forgot to lock the door). I quickly hid the diaper behind my back and swung my naked crotch behind the open closet door. She asked me what I was doing, and I said, “Nothing, why?” She told me dinner was in five minutes and began to close the door.
When I thought she was gone, I pulled the diaper out from behind my back. I looked up and saw my mom, still looking through the door, with the most endearing smile on her face. She left without another word and I, being traumatized by the experience, always made sure the door was locked.
Written By: John Doe