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Hi, 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
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
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 Out
Sarah 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
“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.
“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 8th
grade 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
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
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
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 said
We 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
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
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
Chapter 2 – The Lawyer the Witch and my Wardrobe
I 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
“Well, pee in your diaper, that’s why you’re wearing one isn’t it” Rob
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
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
“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
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
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
“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
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
“What? My desk. Crap? Nooooo way, mister. Would you rather carry it out
“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
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
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
“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
“I’ll take them both, thank you,” She said putting the diapers in the
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
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
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
“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
“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
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
“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
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 explained
He 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
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
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
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
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
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
“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
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
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 Down
Morning 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
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
“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
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
“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
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
“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
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
“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 Is
Rob 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”
“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.”
“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
“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 Restroom
The 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
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
Mom was already assessing the situation and getting a handful of paper
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
“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
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.com
Quentin 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
“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
“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
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-crackle
as 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
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 asked
I 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
I put my bowl in the dishwasher and gave Mom a goodnight kiss and a
strong hug before I went back to my room.
Chapter 6 – All’s Fair in Love and War
Mom 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
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
“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
“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 the Finding Nemo for 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
“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
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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.