I had never done anything like this before. In fact, I felt completely
detached from the experience—as if it were someone else experimenting
with this diaper. My fingers worked clumsily as I re-taped it for the
third time. I didn’t know why I had stolen three of my cousin Larry’s
diapers (especially considering the hell I always put him through for
needing them) nor why I had been curious about what it felt like to wear
them. I finally got it closed correctly and moved about the room. I was
conscious of the massive amount of material between my legs… but not in
an uncomfortable way. The crinkling noises it made were louder than I
had expected. Luckily, I was alone in the house with nobody around to
I made my way to the bathroom but the mirror was too high for me to get
a good look at myself. I descended to the living room and stood in front
of the big mirror. I was taken aback by how much I looked like Larry.
People had been saying that for as long as I could remember but this was
the first time I had really seen it. We were born just a couple of
months apart and I had always assumed that our relatives were reacting
to the fact that we were of the same general build and tended to dress
more or less alike (except for the diapers, of course!). The longer I
looked at myself, the creepier it felt.
I was just about to head back upstairs when I heard a key being inserted
into the front door. I knew that it was my mother coming home from the
grocery store. I saw the door begin to open and realized that I couldn’t
reach the stairs without being seen. My only other option was to scoot
into the kitchen… where I knew my mom was heading next! I quickly and
quietly exited into the garage. I was momentarily surprised to find it
wide open. I remembered that I was supposed to be cleaning it. I
dismissed the idea of lowering the door because I was sure that the
sound of the motor would draw my mom’s attention.
“Mitch!” I heard her call. “Mitch! Where are you? Didn’t I tell you to
clean the garage before doing anything else?”
I heard her put bags on the counter.
“Mitch!” she called again. “Mitch! Answer me!”
Her voice was getting farther away. My heart skipped several beats. She
was probably heading up to my room… where she would find my shirt,
pants, underpants, and the other two diapers on the bed. I did
what I normally did when I was in a panic: I froze. I heard my mom
coming back downstairs.
“Mitch! Come here this instant! I know what you’re up to! Don’t make me
come looking for you!”
I regained some of my composure and decided that my best bet was to run
around the house and enter through the front while my mom was looking
for me in the back. I ran out the back door of the garage just as my mom
opened the kitchen door. I ran the length of the back of the house and
turned the corner. I didn’t have much time, so I took a deep breath and
ran around to the front. I trembled at the thought of anyone seeing me.
Hopefully, I was moving so fast that they would think that I was wearing
a bathing suit… or even my underwear… anything but a diaper! I didn’t
bother with the front door since my mother had closed it behind her. I
turned the last corner and headed for the open garage. I yelped when I
saw her standing there, waiting for me. I vainly tried to scrunch down
so that she couldn’t see the diaper.
“Isn’t this a cute picture!” she said sarcastically. “And, just how long
have you been wearing Larry’s diapers?”
“Never!” I replied without thinking.
“Never? Then what’s that? Or are you wearing a diaper you went out and
bought for yourself?” she asked, waving the other two in the air.
“No!” I screeched. “I’ve never bought diapers!”
“Well, what’s the truth then? Where do these diapers come from?”
“Larry,” I admitted.
“Does he know that you have them?”
“No,” I admitted again.
“Then you stole them,” she said.
I remained silent, unwilling to voice the truth of the matter.
“I was curious,” I answered,
“Curious about what?” How they feel when they’re wet?”
“No!” I protested.
“Then why did you wet it?” she persisted.
I looked down at the wetness indicator and noticed that it had changed
color. My mother read the shock in my expression.
“You didn’t know?”
I was totally embarrassed.
“It was an accident!” I explained.
“Really? And how many times have you mocked your cousin over his
accidents? Should I treat you the same way now and announce to whoever
might come by that you’ve just wet your diaper?”
I was stunned that she should suggest such a thing.
“We’ll finish this discussion later. Help me take in the rest of the
I turned around and saw the car parked halfway down the driveway.
“Somebody might see me!”
“If you had finished cleaning the garage like you were supposed to I
could have parked the car right here. Come on, stop wasting time.”
She grabbed my upper arm and pulled me toward the front of the garage.
“Ow!” I complained. “You’re hurting me.”
“Your little fanny is going to be the next thing to hurt if you don’t
get a move on.”
She was very red in the face, a sure sign that she wasn’t going to back
down. I walked out with her and she handed me four bags from the open
“I can take more,” I said.
“That’s enough for now,” she answered.
It took four more trips to bring all the stuff in. I think my mother was
disappointed that no one came by to see me in my diaper. She had me help
her put the groceries away. As I was doing so I wet the diaper again.
This was a big mistake. It wasn’t fastened as well as I had thought and
I had to continually tug at it to bring it back up.
“I’ll take care of that as soon as we’re done here,” my mom said.
“I can take it off by myself!” I answered sharply.
“I know that,” she answered. “And watch your tone! I meant that I’ll
take care of putting the next one on you.”
“I don’t want to wear another diaper!” I insisted loudly.
“This is the last time I’m going to warn you about your tone! You
decided to put yourself into diapers, I’ll decide when it ends.”
My mom’s face was bright red again. I backed down and tried pleading.
“Please,” I said as contritely as I could. “Don’t make me wear another
My mom looked at me for what seemed a long time.
“How come you took three diapers?”
“I don’t know,” I answered lamely.
“You must know,” she countered. “People don’t do things without reasons.”
I wished that I could have said that she knew very well that I did lots
of stuff for no particular reason but that would have landed me in even
more trouble. I remained silent. She sighed.
“Come with me,” she said grabbing my hand.
I tried to resist but she would have none of it. She finally let go when
we got into my room.
“Wait here while I prepare things,” she ordered.
I heard the linen closet open and close and then the medicine cabinet.
Lastly, the water ran for a few seconds. She returned and spread a towel
on he bed.
“Lie down and I’ll take off your diaper.”
I stared at her coldly, refusing to budge.
“One last time… on the bed.”
I caved in and began sobbing.
“Please… no,” I sniffled.
“On… the… bed,” she repeated in a determined tone.
The diaper came off and she began to wipe my diaper area with a warm
“Of course, we won’t always have the luxury of a warm cloth,” she
explained. “I’ll have to get some disposable wipes when I get you more
“No…” I whimpered. “Please don’t do that.”
“Stoop crying,” she suddenly ordered. “Now lift up.”
The fresh diaper was slid under me. My mom spread baby powder on my
front and then, lifting me behind the knees, powdered my bottom. I felt
completely humiliated. She taped up the diaper snugly. I got up and she
took away the towel, my shirt, and my underpants.
“You are to stay here until dad and I call for you. And hang your pants
in the closet.”
As soon as she had left I threw the pants across the room in
frustration. The belt buckle clunked loudly against the wall.
“I said to hang those pants up!” she called from the hallway.
I picked them up and did as I was told. It took a while for me to calm
down. As I did, I began thinking of answers I should have given earlier.
For instance, why I hadn’t I said that the other two diapers were merely
backups in case I ruined the first one trying to get it on? The more I
thought about it, the more I wanted to kick myself. It seemed clear that
I might have gotten away scot-free if there hadn’t been two other
diapers for her to discover. Why had I taken three???
My mind wandered to thinking about my dad. He hated coming home to
problems… and this was going to be a big one. I already knew most of his
speeches by heart. He would undoubtedly remind me that I was “twelve
years old and that it was high time that I started acting responsibly.”
Beyond that, I also knew that he would support whatever my mom wanted. I
hoped that her threat to buy me more diapers was exactly that… just a
threat. There didn’t seem to be any point to sitting in my room
worrying. I wondered if my mom would let me finish cleaning the garage.
(It would be one less thing for my dad to get mad about.)
“Mom!” I called from the doorway.
There was no answer.
“Mom!” I called again… still no answer.
I left my room and called again from the foot of the stairs.
“I thought I told you to stay in your room,” she reminded me as she
walked into the living room.
“Can I finish cleaning the garage?”
“Too late,” she answered. “I already did.”
“Oh… thanks,” I said.
“You’re welcome… but you owe me.”
“I know,” I answered glumly.
She looked at me for a few seconds and sighed.
“Tell me again. Why did you take three diapers?”
My prepared answer about wanting backups no longer seemed very strong. I
didn’t say anything. She sighed again.
“I could understand taking one if you were curious. Taking three seems
like you had some kind of plan. What was it?”
“I didn’t have a plan!” I whined.
She sighed for a third time and sent me back to my room. It was an
agonizing two hours before I was called down to the den. My dad
delivered his stock speech and I was sent back upstairs.
I overheard a phone conversation between my mom and my aunt Brenda.
Apparently, my cousin Mitch had done something to land himself in
trouble again. Whatever it was must have been pretty bad because even my
mom seemed upset by it. I hoped that whatever it was would get him sent
to boarding school or, even better, to jail.
“Larry!” my mom called a little while after getting off the phone. “Aunt
Brenda, uncle Bill, and Mitch are coming to dinner.”
My mom saw my obvious distaste over the announcement.
“Honey, I know that Mitch has acted terribly towards you but I think
things have just evened out. He’s coming over to apologize to you.”
“Apologize? What for?”
“For having stolen some diapers from you.”
“Diapers?” I asked in amazement. “Why did he take diapers from me?”
“Apparently he wanted to wear them. Aunt Brenda caught him in the act.
He tried to get away by running outside in nothing but a diaper.”
I was dumbfounded. Mitch wanted to wear diapers? That couldn’t be. He
had made my life miserable because I had to wear them all the time.
“Unbelievable, huh?” my mom asked.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “He went outside in nothing but a diaper?” I asked in
“Yes. Aunt Brenda says he ran out of the backyard, across the front yard
and into the garage.”
This made me giggle. I hoped that someone from school had seen him.
My dad came to my room to tell me that we were going over to aunt
Loretta and uncle Ron’s for dinner.
“The first thing that you’ll do is apologize to Larry for stealing his
diapers. Get off the bed. We’re leaving right away.”
I walked over to my bureau to get pants and a shirt.
“No,” my dad said. “You’ll go dressed exactly as you are.”
“No!” I protested loudly. “They’ll laugh at me!”
“Maybe,” he conceded, “but it won’t come close to making up for what
you’ve done to Larry over the years.”
I looked down at myself through tear-filled eyes.
“Instead of crying, you should begin preparing your apology,” he said,
leading me roughly by the hand.
We arrived at my aunt and uncle’s in a matter of minutes. My dad parked
on the street and I looked the neighborhood over. Things were pretty
quiet at this end of the street. I got out and ran to the side door
where my aunt greeted me coldly. My mom and dad followed a few seconds
“Ron and Larry are in the den,” she announced.
I could hardly believe what I saw after my uncle parked his car: Mitch
ran to the side door wearing nothing but his shoes, socks and a diaper!
This was going to be great! He came into the den with my mom and his
parents. Everybody was staring at him. His eyes were red and his hands
were shaking. His voice came out sounding all squeaky.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know that it’s bad to steal.”
There was a pause of several seconds and I wondered if that was going to
be it. I didn’t care if he said any more: just seeing him standing there
like a scared little baby in a diaper was great revenge fall by itself.
“Is that all?” my uncle Bill asked. “What about the rest?”
“The rest of what?” Mitch asked.
“All the things you’ve done to Larry over the years. Apologize for
This was obviously a surprise to him. It sure didn’t look like he wanted
to do it but I guess he felt that it was in his best interest to
apologize some more.
“I’m sorry about all that stuff, too,” he added.
I put my hand out and we shook. I couldn’t help smirking at him in
exactly the same way he smirks at me when I have to ask for a diaper
change. My mom and aunt Brenda went to finish getting supper ready.
“Dad,” I asked, “is Mitch going to be allowed to sit at the table
without a shirt and without plastic pants?”
I snapped my head up and looked at my uncle. What did Larry’s question
“It’s not for us to interfere in the punishment that uncle Bill and aunt
Brenda have given Mitch,” my uncle answered.
“No,” my dad interrupted. “You made those rules for good reason. Would
you mind lending Mitch a shirt and plastic pants?” my dad asked Larry.
“Sure!” Larry answered quickly. Then, turning to his dad, he added, “Can
I dress like I normally do on hot days?”
His dad gave his permission and Larry smirked at me on his way out. I
didn’t mind getting a shirt to wear… but his stupid plastic pants were
something altogether different. I had teased him mercilessly about
wearing them, never missing an opportunity to call them his baby pants.
Larry returned quickly. He had taken off his pants and had exchanged his
shirt for a black t-shirt. (I never knew that he dressed this way around
the house and I would have liked to say that he looked like a baby,
except that I was going to be dressed exactly like him in a few
seconds.) He handed me an identical t-shirt and plastic pants. I put the
shirt on before unfolding the pants. I was momentarily confused about
which way was the front.
“The tag goes in the back,” Larry said helpfully (but with a really
smarmy expression on his face).
My aunt called us to the table.
“Look, mom,” Larry said, “Mitch and me look exactly alike.”
No one missed his point: if he looked like a baby then so did I. A few
minutes after we started eating my mom asked aunt Brenda where she
bought Larry’s diapers and plastic pants. I nearly choked on my fried
“Langer Pharmacy,” she answered. “They have the best prices and keep a
good stock on hand. Even if they have to special order something, it
usually arrives in two to three days.”
“What size do you get for Larry?”
“Just a second,” my aunt answered cryptically. Turning to Larry, she
asked, “Honey, have you noticed that you need more frequent changes than
you used to?”
Larry looked uncomfortable about the question.
“I guess so,” he answered.
“Well, I think it’s time you moved up to a new size. Don’t you?”
Larry agreed reluctantly. His plastic pants squeaked as he squirmed in
his chair. I was very happy that the tables had turned and it was his
diapers that were the center of attention.
“In that case,” aunt Brenda said in answer to my mom, “I’m going to
start buying him ‘youth large’ diapers and plastic pants.”
“Is Langer pharmacy open tonight?” my mom asked.
“Yes, until nine o’clock. We can go after dinner if you’d like.”
Larry had that smarmy look on his face again. I felt like throwing up.
“Mom, do I have finish my dinner?” I asked.
“If you’re not feeling well, I can pack it up for you to eat tomorrow,”
my aunt volunteered.
I thanked her and asked if I could be excused. The answer was no.
“How about nighttime cloth diapers?” my mom continued.
“They usually have them in stock. I’ll need to get Larry new ones, too.
We can share what they have on hand if they’re short.”
“Mom,” Larry interrupted, “are my new diapers going to be thicker? I’m
kinda sick of them leaking all the time.”
“You’re right, honey. Don’t worry. I’ll look into it.”
I felt the room spinning. I didn’t dare ask if my mom planned on buying
me thicker diapers, too. Larry’s daytime diapers were already pretty
obvious, especially after he wet; his nighttime ones were huge.
“Aunt Brenda,” Larry said to my mom, “if Mitch is going to wear cloth
diapers at night, he’ll need special pajamas, won’t he?”
“Yes, he will.”
“They take a couple of weeks to come after you order them. He can borrow
a pair of mine until then.”
“Isn’t that nice of Larry?” my mother asked me. “Thank your cousin.”
Thank him! I ought to punch him in the nose! His special pajamas were
baby-looking one-piece pajamas. I looked in disbelief at my mother.
“Well?” she asked impatiently.
I opened my mouth but no words came out. Instead, I threw up all over my
shirt… that is, Larry’s shirt. I wasn’t the least bit sorry.
My mom and aunt Brenda went shopping right after dinner. I asked my mom
again if she would get me thicker, more absorbent diapers. I sort of
knew that I needed better ones but I wanted especially wanted to make
sure that my aunt bought really thick ones for Mitch, too. I watched TV
until my dad and uncle Ron asked me to check on Mitch (who had been sent
to lie down in my room). Before tonight, I would have dreaded having to
speak to him but not any more. He was lying on the bed with his arm over
“Is the baby feeling OK?” I asked.
“I’m not a baby,” he answered.
“Let’s see…” I said mockingly, “baby diaper
and baby pants… you sure look like a baby.”
These were the exact words he used on me all the time. I struck a nerve,
causing him to jump off the bed and grab me by the shirt. I didn’t
flinch as he raised his fist over his head.
“Go ahead!” I said. “Make sure that you leave a nice big mark. I can’t
wait to see what your parents do to you next.”
He pushed me away in frustration.
“Leave me alone,” he said.
“Your dad wants me to check if you need your diaper changed.”
Actually, he asked me to ask if he need a diaper change but I
wanted to make him feel what it was like to be treated like a baby all
the time. I walked over and put my hand on the front of his plastic
pants. He jumped back and told me to stay away. I guess that this was a
good example of the main difference between him and me: he was pushy and
antagonistic while I preferred being friendly and cooperative.
“OK,” I smiled, “I’ll tell your dad that you wouldn’t tell me and he can
deal with you himself.”
“No, wait!” he pleaded, changing his tone completely. “I don’t want my
dad to change my diaper. Would you help me?”
This was a surprise. I considered his request for a few seconds. I saw
this as a great chance to get him up onto my changing table and
humiliating him more.
“Alright,” I agreed. “Has your mom shown you how to do it right?”
“No,” he added.
“Then, I’ll have to do everything. Take off your shirt and shoes and lie
down on the changing table.”
Mitch looked at me skeptically.
“Why do I have to take those off?”
“Because your shoes might get caught in the plastic pants and rip them,
and your shirt’s going to be in the way.”
“Ok, I’ll get your dad if you don’t trust me.”
“No, wait!” he said.
He meekly took off his shirt (actually, it was another of my t-shirts)
“Get on the table.”
For a second I thought that he was going to complain again but he
didn’t. I had him lift up so that I could remove his plastic pants. The
leg bands were slightly damp and the odor of pee was very strong.
“You’d better be careful in school. Another wetting and your plastic
pants would have leaked,” I advised.
The look of horror that crossed his face was priceless. I decided to lay
it on even thicker.
“Yeah, what would your friends think if you started wetting your pants
like a baby?”
I guess I hit a nerve again, except that this time his eyes watered and
he looked away toward the wall. I un-taped his diaper and had him lift
up again. I rolled it into a ball and threw it into the pail with my own
wet diapers. He jumped when I started cleaning his diaper area.
“I can do that,” he complained.
“I can do it better,” I responded. “Now, turn over so that I can clean
When I had him turn over again he was red with embarrassment over his
aroused state. I actually felt sorry for him and didn’t make any
comments. I got out a new diaper and taped him up. After pulling his
plastic pants over the diaper, I had him stand up so that I could check
“What are you doing?” he exclaimed as I ran my fingers around the leg
“Your diaper is sticking out. That could cause you to leak,” I answered
His whole body shuddered. I had struck another nerve. I hope he had
really scary nightmares about leaky diapers and being laughed at in
Our moms came back loaded down with all kinds of stuff. They had bought
us each a case of 96 disposable diapers, ten nighttime diapers, and
loads of plastic pants.
“After discussing your situation with the saleslady at the store, we
decided to get you ‘adult small’ diapers and plastic pants,” my aunt
Larry looked puzzled but not appalled like me.
“How come?” he asked.
“Well, it turns out that ‘youth large’ and ‘adult small’ are almost
exactly the same size; however, the adult size is more absorbent—by 30%
” she answered.
I felt sick again. Larry’s diapers had always been noticeable under his
school clothes. Therefore, the new ones would be even worse. A mental
picture of me wearing puffy pants at school made my stomach turn. I
became aware that Larry was staring at me. I didn’t want him to think
that the diapers had upset me so I smiled at him. This seemed to confuse
“You like the new diapers?” he asked in a surprised tone.
“Why not?” I responded defiantly.
My mom and aunt exchanged a knowing glance. Only then did it occur to me
that I had sounded happy about getting all these baby things.
“I mean, you’re not complaining so I guess they must be OK,” I
He snorted derisively at my lame attempt. My mom didn’t look convinced
I helped my mom carry a load of our new cloth diapers to the laundry
room to pre-wash them. After this was done she asked me to put away my
new plastic pants and disposables.
“I still have an unopened bag of my old ones,” I pointed out.
“Bring them down here,” she answered. “I’ll donate them to the
handicapped center. They’re really too small for you to wear.”
I opened a package to see what I was getting. They were a lot bigger
than my old ones. I guessed that they were almost twice as thick and
that they would rise at least three inches higher. I wasn’t bothered by
this in the least. In fact, I was happy that my mom had bought
thicker and bigger ones than I had asked for. It was going to be
impossible for Mitch to hide his diapered state. I couldn’t stop myself
from smiling. Monday was going to be sweet revenge! I went downstairs
and watched TV with the others. Whenever Mitch looked at me I smiled
broadly. It really unnerved him but he couldn’t complain without making
himself seem whiney.
Normally, I thought that time crawled by when Mitch visited. Tonight,
however, I was surprised when my mom announced that it was time for me
to get ready for bed.
“You, too,” Mitch’s mom added.
“I’m sleeping here?” he asked in surprise.
“No, but it’s been such a long time since I’ve diapered you for bed that
I want aunt Loretta to help me.”
I thought that Mitch was going to throw up again.
“I don’t want everybody to see me!” he complained loudly.
“Too late for that,” my uncle Bill answered. “You’ve been going around
in diapers all night. Now, get moving,” he warned.
I was sent off to shower in my parents’ room and Mitch went with his mom
to my room. When I got out I heard Mitch and his mom in the bathroom. He
didn’t sound at all happy.
“I can wash my own hair,” I complained as I sat in the tub with my eyes
“Of course you can,” she answered condescendingly.
The water came on again and she rinsed my hair I opened my eyes just as
she lathered up a washcloth. She started on my face, neck, and ears.
“Good grief, Mitch,” she said. “When was the last time you gave your
ears a good cleaning. No wonder you don’t hear what dad and I say.”
If she thought she would get me to jump on that bait, she was wrong. I
continued sitting there passively. She lathered my upper body and I was
genuinely shocked when she brought the cloth down to my private area.
“No!” I gasped. “Not there!”
“Be quiet!” she said sharply. “Or do you want to deal with daddy?”
Two things made me hesitate. First, she had used the word daddy
for the first time in years. Second, when I was little, dealing with my
dad meant getting a spanking. These had always been more symbolic that
painful but I didn’t want my cousin to find out about them. She was
finally satisfied and I was told to stand up to get rinsed. The ultimate
humiliation occurred after she dried me off: she led me back completely
naked to my cousin’s room. He was laying on his changing table being
pinned into his new cloth diaper. I was shocked: it was so huge that it
made him look like a little kid.
“How does it feel?” my aunt Loretta asked.
“OK, I guess. It feels really different,” he replied tentatively.
“It’ll take a few days to get used to them,” she agreed. “But you won’t
have to worry about leaks any more—your old diapers had six layers down
the middle, these have twelve.”
“Yeah,” he replied brightly, “it’ll be nice not to have leaks.”
I snapped out of my stupor and turned to my mother.
“Please don’t make me wear those… I’ll give mine to Larry and you can
take the money out of my allowance… Please!”
“Oh, no, honey,” my mom answered sweetly. “Larry has all the diapers he
I guess that Larry didn’t know that we were there. He started sitting up
so that he could see us.
“Wait, honey. Let’s get your plastic pants on first,” his mom said.
She unfolded the pants and pulled them up his legs. My sense of despair
grew when he stood up and faced me.
I got off the table and nearly fell down! These diapers were really
thick! Instead of being embarrassed, though, I was glad. Mitch was going
to feel like a real baby. I decided to rub it in.
“Don’t worry. Mitch, These are going to work even better than the ones
you stole from me—there’s a lot more diaper to them.”
I completely lost it again.
“Please don’t make me wear those,” I begged, tears pooling in my eyes.
“Up on the table,” my mother responded.
“Please!” I begged again.
Seemingly out of nowhere, I received two sharp slaps on my bare bottom.
“Up there, now! Or do you want me to call daddy?”
I began crying in earnest as I got up onto the table. I don’t remember
much about the diapering except that I received one or two slaps on the
hand for trying to stop my mom from putting the plastic pants on me. The
next thing I remember was sitting on the bed next to Larry. Our moms had
already left. I wasn’t sobbing anymore.
“I’m sorry I made you cry,” Larry said.
“You didn’t make me cry… these did,” I answered, tugging fiercely on my
“You’d better not rip those or your mom will be really mad,” he advised.
I wanted to tell him to mind his own business but I knew that he was
right. I hated this feeling of being trapped.
“What am I going to do? My friends will kill me if they find out that
I’m wearing diapers.”
“Do you really think you can hide it?” he asked reasonably.
He was right again. My diapers were going to be obvious. Everybody would
know right away. I shuddered. A few seconds went by.
“We’re supposed to put on our pajamas and socks, then go downstairs,”
He handed me the pajamas. At least my punishment was taking place during
warm weather and not during the winter when he wore footed sleepers. I
suppose these weren’t all that bad: they were made of ‘normal’ summer
pajama material with short legs and short sleeves. From a distance one
could have supposed that they were regular boy’s pajamas… except that
they were one-piece and that the wearer sported a very prominent diaper
bulge. We put them on simultaneously and I think that even Larry was
surprised at how obvious our diapers were. We pulled on our socks and
headed to the den to where our dads were watching a ball game.
“Come here a second,” my dad said. Pulling me close to him, he whispered
into my ear, “Is it true that you gave mom a hard time after your bath?”
“Yes,” I answered nervously. “I’m sorry.”
“OK. I’m sure it won’t happen again, will it?”
“No,” I agreed.
He surprised me by hugging me and pulling me up onto the couch with him.
He put his arm around my shoulder and we watched the game together. I
was confused. Wasn’t he supposed to be mad at me, too?
At first, I was mad that uncle Bill didn’t yell at Mitch for the way he
acted. After a while, though, I became jealous of how uncle Bill and
Mitch were sitting close together watching the game. Every once in a
while uncle Bill would give him a little poke to make him giggle. I
wished that my dad would pay attention to me like that. Anyway, my aunt,
uncle, and Mitch went home after the game. Mitch looked kind of scared
before he walked out to the car. He was lucky that it was dark and no
one from school saw him. I smiled to myself knowing that he wasn’t going
to be so lucky on Monday.
I couldn’t get to sleep. And it wasn’t only the physical presence of the
diaper and plastic pants that kept me awake: I couldn’t stop thinking
about school on Monday. I was going to get killed. I spent the night
alternating between shaking with fear and crying into my pillow in
frustration. Finally, just around daybreak I fell asleep for a couple of
hours. I had a headache when my mom woke me.
“Do I have to get up?” I asked.
“Don’t you feel well?”
After I told her what was wrong, she felt my head and cheeks.
“You don’t have a fever. I’ll get you some aspirin and you can come down
to breakfast. After that, I’ll get you out of your wet diaper and into a
daytime diaper. You can take a nap then if you want to.”
Her talk of changing me made my headache worse. The realization that I
had wet my nighttime diaper made me feel dizzy. I struggled to remember
if I had wet it deliberately or not. The fact that I wasn’t sure scared
“Good morning, sport,” my dad greeted me cheerily.
“Hi,” I answered somewhat confused.
My dad was acting as if everything was normal… as if I normally came
down to breakfast in baby pajamas and a wet diaper. Thinking about it,
it also occurred to me that my mom had also acted as if everything was
normal. This made my headache even worse. Were they subtly suggesting
that this was how things were going to be from now on?
“I have a headache.”
“That’s too bad... come here.”
My dad turned me around and sat me on his knee. He started to massage my
neck and, to my amazement, the headache vanished. I closed my eyes and
luxuriated in the sense of relief. I heard my mom come into the kitchen
and put the bottle of aspirin on the table. My dad kept up the massage—
going up and down my neck, across my shoulders, and down my back. I was
so relaxed I almost fell asleep. After five minutes or so he stopped.
“How’s that?” he asked.
“Awesome!” I answered.
My mom had gotten my cereal ready and I sat down and ate heartily. I
wondered if my dad had felt me pee my diaper while I sat on his lap. It
was such a babyish thing to do but I couldn’t help it. My
after-breakfast diaper change brought my headache back, not that mom did
anything deliberately. She let me use the bathroom to do number two
before she cleaned and powdered. My alarm came from the fact that the
disposable was almost as big and thick as my nighttime diaper.
“These are too big!” I exclaimed in a panic.
“Calm down!” my mom said. “Let me check.”
She had me turn around as she examined how the diaper fit.
“No, they fit like they’re supposed to,” she said matter-of-factly.
“No they don’t!” I whined. “My pants will never fit!”
“Calm down!” she repeated. “Don’t get excited. Let’s get you into your
plastic pants and then we’ll see how your pants fit.”
We went through my closet and bureau. My mom was wrong in thinking that
this would calm me down. It was true that over half of my pants and
shorts fit comfortably at the waist, but none of them did anything to
hide my diaper bulge. And, as I changed from one pair of pants to
another, I became fully aware of how much crinkling and rustling was
emanating from my diaper and plastic pants.
“Everyone will see and hear!” I whined again.
“As I recall,” she said coldly, “you were the only one to ever point
those things out about Larry. Without you as the ringleader maybe no one
will say anything.”
I stared at her open-mouthed.
“Well,” she continued, “name one time when someone made fun of Larry
without you starting it.”
“But this is different!” I shouted.
“Calm down!” she said for a third time. “How is it different?”
The answer was something that I couldn’t say to her. My friends at
school were merciless whenever they discovered somebody’s weakness. Once
they figured out that l was wearing diapers, they would treat me ten
times worse than I ever treated Larry.
I stood in my room for a long time wondering how I should dress for the
barbecue at my uncle and aunt’s. Now that Mitch knew that I only wore my
diapers and plastic pants on hot days should I bother wearing my pants?
I wasn’t worried about being seen going from the car to his house
because I don’t know anyone in his neighborhood. Even if he did wear
pants, I figured that it would make him uncomfortable to see me in my
diapers… and, I hoped, remind him that he was going to school in diapers
the next day. My mom said that I could do what I wanted as long as I
packed a shirt and pants in my diaper bag for when it got cooler later
Mitch didn’t seem surprised that I arrived in just a diaper, plastic
pants, and shoes. Maybe it was because that was exactly how he was
dressed. I had to be careful not to bait or taunt him while any our
parents were around. I guess he sensed this because he stuck close to
his dad all day. Once again, I felt jealous that his dad was paying such
close attention to him.
I outsmarted Larry today. I knew that he was hoping to make me nervous
about going to school in diapers. Well, it didn’t work… at least, not
the part about his making me nervous. I was already nearly in a
panic and I didn’t need him to remind me. Anyway, he never got the
chance because I stuck to my dad all day. He was really cool about it. I
wonder if he knew what I was up to. Whatever.
I’ve decided that tomorrow I’m going to leave early for school. I want
to get there first so I can talk to my friends about what is happening
to me. Not the truth, though… that would never do. I would die if they
found out that I put on a diaper by myself just to see what it felt
like. No, I’m going to tell them that the same medical problem that
afflicts Larry is starting to affect me. They know that I was rotten to
him because of it but I hope that I can be convincing enough so that
they won’t turn on me. Hopefully, my parents will ease up on me and I
can be ‘cured’ quickly, at least before the end of summer.
I slept a lot better than Saturday night. When my mom came in to change
me I was already awake and eager to get off to school. I felt that it
was really important that I get there first to break the news to my
friends as they arrived one or two at a time. My mom was talking to me
as she changed me out of my nighttime diaper but I was too busy to pay
attention. It was much more important that I rehearse what I going to
say to my friends. She was very surprised to see me leave twenty minutes
earlier than normal.
“And don’t forget what I told you,” she said as I went out the door.
“I won’t,” I answered, clueless as to what she was talking about.
I lived too close to school to qualify for busing. As I walked down my
street I became aware of how noisy my diapers were, even wearing plastic
pants and normal pants over them. Now, if only I could explain myself
before somebody noticed the bulge in my pants. The yard was practically
empty when I arrived. I sat down on one of the outside benches to wait.
Almost immediately I noticed that Les, a classmate (one of Larry’s
friends, actually), was staring at me. I got very nervous as he
“Hi,” he said eyeing me oddly.
“Hey,” I answered back.
“Um, can I ask you something? I probably shouldn’t but…”
I was really, really getting nervous. Had he seen my diaper bulge? What
would I say if he asked me about it?
“You see,” he continued, “my parents made my visit my grandparents
yesterday and I didn’t exactly finish my math homework…”
I let out a sigh of relief. All he wanted was to copy my homework. I
knew that I shouldn’t let him but I figured it couldn’t hurt anything…
and I might soon need all the friends I could get.
“Sure… but be careful,” I answered. “And be especially sure that that
snitch Cynthia doesn’t see you.”
I was referring to one of the girls in our class who was always doing
things like reminding the teacher that he hadn’t given us homework or
turning in kids for breaking the rules. Everybody hated her. We were
still laughing when I bent down to open my backpack. I was horrified by
how loudly my diaper crinkled but Les didn’t seem to hear it. I unzipped
the compartment where I kept my binder and let out a yelp as a
disposable diaper fell out. I scooped it up and shoved it back in, only
to have two more diapers and a pair of plastic pants fall out the other
side. Les got to the plastic pants before I could. He was looking at me
“You, too?” he asked.
“Please don’t tell anyone, I begged. Let me explain to the others first.
“Yeah, OK” he agreed as I shoved the items back inside. “Can I still
borrow your homework?”
I looked around before carefully pulling out my binder. I gave him the
homework and he wandered off to copy it. I looked around again and
managed to get the diapers and plastic pants to the bottom. As my
embarrassment ebbed, my anger at my mother grew. Why didn’t she tell me
she had put diapers in with my books? I remembered that I hadn’t
listened to her, but I wasn’t ready to admit it was my fault. She should
have told me better. It was almost time for my friends to start
arriving so I began reviewing my speech in my mind. Just as two entered
the schoolyard, my teacher, Mr. Parker, came up to me.
“Mitch, come with me right now.”
I looked over to my friends who had stopped a few feet away. I shrugged
my shoulders in a show of bravado and got up. I pulled my t-shirt as far
down as possible and followed him into the building. We headed straight
for Mrs. Pitton’s office where Les was already seated in one of the
guest chairs. I knew that we had been busted. We were both going to get
zeros on our homework and would have to bring notes home to our parents
“Mitch, are you going to make me drag it out of you or will you tell me
the truth?” Mrs. Pitton asked.
I looked over to Les for a sign. Had he already confessed or had he made
up some story to explain why he had my homework? Les shrugged his
shoulders listlessly, which I took to be a sign of defeat.
“I guess I sort of lent him my homework…” I said tentatively.
“Mitch, either you did or didn’t give him your homework. Which is it?”
Les let out a loud sigh. I guessed that he had already confessed.
“I gave it to him,” I said.
Les was really squirming in his seat. I really didn’t know what to say
“I don’t know,” I answered.
“Of course you know!” she said impatiently.
“His parents made him spend all day visiting his grandparents. It wasn’t
fair that he didn’t have time to finish his homework.”
“OK,” she replied. “I guess I get the picture. Les asked you to give him
your homework and you did, even though both of you knew that it was
wrong to ask someone for homework or to supply it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” we answered unison, hoping to forestall a long and boring
“Very well. You know the penalties. Mr. Parker will give no credit and
you will receive a note from me to take home this afternoon. Make sure I
get it back with your parent’s signature tomorrow.”
“Yes, ma’am,” we agreed.
She dismissed Les and asked me to stay. Even before she said anything
else I knew that she knew about my diapers.
“Have you seen Mrs. Keller yet?”
Mrs. Keller was the school nurse. I guess she knew, too. I should have
seen this coming. Larry went to the nurse’s office for his diaper
changes. Now I vaguely remembered my mom mentioning something about the
nurse when she was changing my diaper this morning.
“Not yet,” I answered. “I just got here.”
She looked at me skeptically. Obviously I hadn’t just gotten
here if Les had already had time get my homework and start copying
“Well, get down there right away and give here your supply of diapers
and plastic pants. Mr. Parker already knows that you may have to leave
class to have your diapers attended to.”
As she was speaking I heard someone snickering outside the open office
door. Mrs. Pitton looked embarrassed. She realized (as I did) that she
had just informed someone about my diapers, albeit accidentally.
“Whoever is out there will please step into the office,” she called.
My stomach dropped and my eyes filled with tears as Cynthia walked in.
She had her hand over her mouth as she tried not to snicker.
“Cynthia, behave yourself,” Mrs. Pitton said.
I couldn’t take it. I ran out and headed for the nurse’s office, barely
holding back the tears. Everybody was going to know! Cynthia would blab
it all over the place even before the first bell rang. I walked into
Mrs. Keller’s office and lost it. Mrs. Keller led me to the back room
where there were two beds. She sat me down on one and knelt in front of
me, trying to console me.
“There, there,” she cooed. “I know it’s very upsetting but there’s
nothing to be done about it. Crying won’t help. You have to be strong
and accept things as they are.”
She gently stroked my hair and I started calming down. I was vaguely
aware that the bells had rung and that kids were filing into their
rooms. She had me lie down, saying that she would call my mother.
“No, please don’t. I don’t want my mom to come.”
That would have been fatal. Things were bad enough as is. I could
already hear the taunts of kids saying that not only did I need diapers
but I needed my mommy, too.
“OK,” she agreed. “But you’ll have to go class in a few minutes. I think
your diaper is pretty wet. You’ll need a change before you leave.”
It was true but how did she know that? I must have looked startled.
“I’m a nurse,” she said cryptically.
I remembered that I left my backpack in Mrs. Pitton’s office. She
volunteered to get it. I used the opportunity to splash water on my face
and to look at myself in the mirror. Maybe I could stall for more time.
If I went to class right away, everybody would be able to tell that I
had been crying.
“OK,” Mrs. Keller said cheerfully, “let’s get your things organized into
I opened my backpack and discovered that I had a dozen diapers, eight
pairs of plastic pants, a tube of diaper rash cream (which made me blush
crimson), and baby powder.
“You mom will send you with another big supply of diapers tomorrow.
Then, you won’t have to bring them in every day. All you’ll have to do
daily is take your used plastic pants home. This is what your cousin
does… Now, your mom tells me that you haven’t learned to change yourself
Mrs. Keller asked me to undress down to my diaper and socks. I lied down
on the bed and she removed the diaper. I was a lot calmer than I thought
I would be. She efficiently cleaned my diaper area and then asked me to
roll over. By the time she slid the fresh diaper under me, I was
beginning to get excited but I don’t think she noticed. She taped me up
and handed me my plastic pants.
“I think that these are still OK for the rest of the morning. Make sure
you come back here at lunchtime, if not sooner,” she said.
I picked up my backpack and headed for class. My knees felt weaker and
weaker as I continued on. I got to the door and hesitated for several
seconds. Finally, I got the courage to walk in. It was obvious that
everybody knew. The snickering started immediately and grew as I made my
way to my desk. The only good thing was that the snickering had become
so loud that only a few kids heard my diaper crinkle as I sat down. Mr.
Parker tried to come to my defense by giving the class a talk about
respect. I knew that he meant well but that his talk would have exactly
the opposite effect: it would emphasize how weak a target I was since I
needed an adult to protect me.
I was disappointed that Mitch was absent when I arrived in the
schoolyard. However, my friend Les told me that he and Mitch were in
trouble with Mrs. Pitton. She had dismissed him from the office but kept
Mitch behind. Suddenly, the best news of all started spreading! People
knew about Mitch’s diapers. People were laughing about it and making
jokes. I guess I should have been offended by what they said because it
related to me, too. However, this was my day of revenge… a day to see
Mitch get back all the cruel stuff he had done to me… so I didn’t care.
He still hadn’t shown up when class started. I began to worry that he
might have been sent home. That would have ruined everything. Then, just
before 8:30, Mitch came into the room. The snickering and comments
started immediately. His pants looked even puffier than mine. This was
the start of a great day!
Mr. Parker went back to answering questions about our math homework.
Since I didn’t have my paper any more, I looked around the room.
Whenever I made eye contact with someone they either looked away or
snickered. Larry was red in the face and looked really mad. I wondered
if he blamed me for the thicker diapers he was now wearing. For the next
activity, Mr. Parker said we could group into pairs to study for the
vocabulary and spelling test he was giving us in fifteen minutes. I
didn’t expect anyone to want to sit with me so I was surprised when Les
asked. We actually didn’t use much of the time to study.
“Did Mrs. Pitton keep you in her office the whole time?”
I hesitated for a second before deciding to tell him most of the truth
about Cynthia and going to Mrs. Keller’s office. Naturally, I didn’t
tell him that I had cried or that Mrs. Keller had changed my diaper.
“So that’s how everyone found out so fast,” he said.
“I told you she was a blabbermouth,” I said ruefully.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
I think he wanted to ask me something else but changed his mind. We
quizzed each other on our vocabulary words for the remaining few
minutes. The test ended just as the recess bell rang. I hesitated about
what to do. The glares I got from my friends clearly signaled that they
didn’t want me around them. There didn’t seem to be any point in going
out to the yard (where most of the kids went) so I decided to go to the
lunchroom where there was juice and milk for sale (and not a lot kids).
I was drinking an orange juice when all of a sudden someone slapped me
on the behind, causing my diaper and plastic pants to make a loud noise.
I turned around quickly but there were several kids running away and I
couldn’t tell who had done it. Everybody else was shrieking with
“I’ll get you for this!” I screeched.
This brought more laughter from everyone.
I went home happy that Mitch had finally gotten his own back. Not even
his so-called friends would have anything to do with him. We met up in
the hallway once when he was coming back from Mrs. Keller’s office. I
pretended not to see him just like he pretends not to see me. The only
thing that annoyed me all day was that Les was nice to Mitch in class. I
guess it was a payback for letting him copy his homework.
Things continued the same way for Mitch over the next couple of days. He
was constantly teased and nobody wanted to be seen with him. I noticed
that Les was still being nice to Mitch in subtle unobvious kinds of
ways. I have to think of a way to make him stop. Mitch doesn’t deserve
anybody’s sympathy. In fact, I think I’ve got a plan to make things even
worse for him outside of school.
Things are terrible. The teasing at school has gotten worse. On Monday,
everybody tried to get into the act after somebody slapped me on the
butt during recess. There was no way I could stop them. It was always
the same thing. A bunch of kids would surround me. If I put my hands
behind me, someone would lift the front of my t-shirt to see the top of
my plastic pants. When I tried to get my shirt back down, someone would
slap me on the butt and lift up my shirt in back. One time they
even got the whole shirt off me and I had to chase two kids around to
get it back. Of course, this was done while there were no teachers
around. I’m really afraid that one of these times they’re going to take
I’ve continued getting to school really early. That way I can stake out
a place where I know teachers will be. I hate it, though. It makes me
feel like such a baby.
My plan is all finished. People at school don’t know why he’s in diapers
so I’m going to let everyone know that it’s a punishment for stealing
from me and not for a medical reason. Here’s how I’m going to do it.
Everybody has always said that Mitch and I look alike. I experimented
with combing my hair down over my forehead like he does and I found out
that I do look like him more than I thought. There is a little
store a couple of blocks from his house where his mom sometimes sends
him to buy stuff like milk and bread. I’m going to make myself look like
Mitch and walk in wearing just a diaper and plastic pants when I know
that one of our classmates is inside. I’m going to act really
embarrassed and confess that I’m in diapers because I stole some from
‘my cousin.’ Then, I’ll run out crying. This is really going to
humiliate him! He’ll never be able to deny what happened.
I talked to my friend Les about it, hoping that he would give me a hand.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked.
“It won’t really be Mitch without his pants on, it’ll be you. What if
you get recognized? Your voices aren’t exactly alike, you know.”
“I know that!” I answered irritably. “But ‘Mitch’ is going to be in a
panic and whoever sees him is going to be so surprised they won’t
notice. I can imitate him pretty good.”
“I don’t know,” he said. “Mitch is going to know that it was you. Aren’t
you afraid of what he’ll do to get even? I’m still in trouble at home
for copying his math homework. I don’t want to get involved in this.”
I gave up on him and asked my friend Aaron. Aaron has hated Mitch ever
since the first grade when Mitch made fun of him for still wearing
“Yeah, sure! I’ll do it,” he agreed instantly. “When do we start?”
We met early Saturday afternoon near the store. I led us to some bushes
by the roadside.
“We can hide here and scout out things. As soon as we see our chance
I’ll go inside.”
I took off my shirt. Aaron helped me comb my hair to look like Mitch’s.
It took about a half hour before we spotted one of our classmates. It
was a guy named Peter. Unfortunately, he kept on walking past the store.
About twenty minutes later we spotted Kevin. He had been a friend of
Mitch’s for a while but something must have happened because they
stopped talking to each other even before Mitch got put into diapers. As
soon as he went into the store, I took off my pants and handed them to
Aaron. He looked at me really funny.
“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t know that your diapers were so thick.”
I got really embarrassed but figured that my red face would help me be
convincing. I stepped out from the bushes and nearly turned back To keep
my courage up, I repeated in my head ‘Mitch is walking up
the road in his diapers’ until I got in front of the store when I
changed it to ‘Mitch is walking into Hallin’s Store in his
diapers.’ I walked down the aisle where Kevin was looking at magazines
and pretended to be discovered.
“Aaak!” I yelped, trying to cover my plastic pants with my hands.
“Mitch!” he exclaimed.
“It’s not what you think,” I croaked. “My mom is making me do this. It’s
my punishment for stealing diapers from Larry and then wearing them.”
“You stole diapers and wore them!” he exclaimed again.
“No! I mean, yes! I mean…”
At this point I covered my face as if I was crying and ran out of the
store. I ran back to the bushes congratulating myself all the way. Mitch
was never going to live this down! I got to the bushes and pushed my way
through. Aaron had scratches on his face and his clothes were all dusty.
“What happened to you?” I asked.
“Mitch!” he answered breathlessly. “Right after you left I heard someone
coming back through the bushes. I thought it was you… that maybe
something had gone wrong or that you’d changed your mind. Anyway, before
I could do anything, Mitch jumped me and threw me to the ground. He
grabbed your clothes and was gone before I could get up. I went out to
chase him but he had disappeared. I looked up and down the road but he
“Gone!” I said. “How could he have been gone?”
“I don’t know,” Aaron said in frustration. “All I know is he was gone!
I’m getting out of here. Mitch is vicious. I don’t anything to do with
“Wait! You can’t go! My clothes! What am I going to do to get home?”
I stuck my head out from the bushes. Aaron was already a half a block
away, running up the road as fast as he could. My heart was beating so
fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I was shaking like a
leaf. What was I going to do? I tried breaking off branches from the
bushes to make camouflage. That was stupid. I had no way to hold the
branches together and it was obvious that I was practically naked
underneath. I sat on the ground trying to think. My house was almost a
mile away. It was the middle of a beautiful Saturday afternoon. People
were everywhere. I’d have to wait until dark and try to sneak into the
house to get some clothes. My mom and dad would really be mad about my
being gone so long. I settled in for a long wait (at least six hours, I
thought). There was a grassy area nearby so I moved there and sat down.
In a little while, I felt tired and laid down. I was awoken by a loud
radio. I think it came from someone stopped in front of the store.
“We are repeating this bulletin every fifteen minutes in cooperation
with the police who are searching for the missing twelve year old boy.
His name is Lawrence Michael Angeliou.”
I jumped up to listen.
“He was reported missing three hours ago. He is of slightly below
average height and weight—measuring 4 feet 10 inches and weighing 92
pounds. He was last seen near Andover Road and Willow Hills Avenue,
wearing a blue t-shirt with a soccer logo, tan-colored pants, and dark
gray cross trainers. An extensive search is underway. If you have seen
this boy or observed any suspicious activity this afternoon, please
Holy crap! Was I ever in big trouble! My parents were going to kill me
for this. I sat back down. Suddenly, I saw my way out. I could say that
some guy grabbed me and threw me in the back of a van. He made me take
off my shirt and pants and threw them out the window so that I couldn’t
escape. He forced me into the basement of a house where he locked me up.
I heard him drive away and that’s when I managed to break a cellar
window and crawl out. I started walking and that’s when I noticed that I
was near uncle Bill and aunt Brenda’s—the place I ran to. I started
smearing dirt all over me to make my story seem good. I also took some
of the branches I had broken off earlier and scratched up my arms and
legs with them.
“Uncle Bill! Aunt Brenda!” I screamed frantically as I banged on their
It opened up and I literally fell into my aunt Brenda’s arms. It didn’t
take much for me to start crying because I was genuinely afraid of what
my parents would do if they found out what I had really been up to.
“Larry!” she exclaimed. “Thank God! Your mom and dad are so worried!
Bill call Loretta and Ron right away.”
My uncle Bill and Mitch had come running into the living room. Mitch had
a completely incredulous look on his face. My uncle Bill got on the
phone and my parents and the police arrived in minutes. My aunt Brenda
had wanted to clean me off but my uncle Bill thought that the police
should see exactly how I looked when I arrived. My mom and dad hugged
and kissed me. They and my uncle and aunt had tears in their eyes. Mitch
continued looking at me suspiciously. The police started to question me
right away. They wanted a lot more detail than I was prepared for. I got
confused and started to say contradictory things about how the man
looked. I needed time to think so I said that my diaper was really
beginning to bother me and could I go change. My mom came with me. She
also washed my scratches and put cream on them. The police started
questioning me again and I got all confused again. Eventually, the
police asked to speak to my parents alone. When my mom and dad came back
they looked kind of confused, and maybe even unhappy.
“Are you sure that you’re telling us exactly what happened today?” my
“Yes!” I insisted.
“OK,” he agreed. “Let me tell you what the problem is. The police have
gone over every square inch of the road where you say the man forced you
into the van. There are no tire marks anywhere and your shirt and pants
are nowhere to be found. Also, the police have done a house-to-house
search all along the road where you say the man took you. They can’t
find a single broken cellar window anywhere. Are you sure that’s where
he took you?”
“I don’t know,” I backtracked. “I was scared. Maybe it was somewhere
“There’s something else,” my mom said. “Your description of the man.
You’ve changed it three times. At first you said he had long blond hair,
then you said he had short blond hair, and, the last time you were
asked, you said his hair was dark.”
“You’re going to be really mad,” I said, finally cracking.
“Tell us what happened,” my dad said.
I told them everything, except Aaron’s name. Mitch had gone up to him
sometime earlier and he was called down. He corroborated everything I
had said. He also refused to name Aaron.
“We are so sorry, officers,” my parents and Mitch’s parents said for
about the tenth time.
“Yes, I understand,” the lead officer replied. “At least things didn’t
go too far. Let’s just say that your boys were responsible for giving us
a good workout on missing children procedures. However, they may have to
appear before the county prosecutor to answer for falsely reporting a
I didn’t know if he was serious or not, but it worked. I was scared
silly at the idea of going to jail.
I should have told my mom and dad about Larry hiding in the bushes by
the store as soon as I found out that aunt Loretta and uncle Bill were
going to report him missing. But, I didn’t want anyone to know that I
had beaten up on Aaron and stolen Larry’s clothes. I guess it was stupid
to think that I could keep it a secret. As soon as the police left,
Larry and I were sent up to my room. We didn’t say anything at first.
“Les told you, didn’t he?” Larry asked.
I had promised Les that I wouldn’t tell, so I didn’t say anything.
“It had to be him,” Larry insisted.
“If you’re so sure then why ask me?”
This ended our conversation for a half hour.
“What do you think our parents are talking about?” Larry asked.
I almost answered something sarcastic but I figured our parents would be
all over us if we stared fighting.
“I don’t know. Us, I guess.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I bet we’re going to be grounded all summer, and
vacation hasn’t even started yet!”
I sighed in agreement. That’s what I thought would happen, too.
“Why did you try to make people think that I walked around in public in
just diapers?” I asked.
“Because the teasing you’re getting at school isn’t enough!” he answered
hotly. “You made fun of me publicly for years. I was just trying to pay
you back!” he said, tears pooling in his eyes.
“ I guess you’re right,” I said, obviously surprising him.
“You do?” he gasped.
“Yeah, all this week I’ve been miserable. I hate these diapers and I
hate the way people treat me. I guess I understand now.”
“Yeah, really,” I said.
In a way it felt good and in another way it felt funny when he came over
and gave me a big hug. Whatever. It felt good enough for me to hug him
By Sunday morning our parents had figured everything out, including Les
and Aaron’s involvement. I didn’t understand how they had done it. Mitch
and I swore to each other that we hadn’t breathed a word to anybody. My
parents and I were at Mitch’s house when Aaron, Les, and their parents
showed up. The first order of business was for Aaron and Les to
apologize to me. We then were told to stay in the den while the adults
went out to the patio. In very short order we understood how they had
pieced everything together. Aaron’s mom knew that he and I had gone out
together. She didn’t hear the report of my being missing until later
that night when the radio reported that I had been found. She grilled
Aaron about the time we had spent together until he confessed that he
had abandoned me in the bushes. Les was reluctant to say how his parents
found out about his involvement. Eventually, he admitted shamefacedly
that he had messed up—without thinking, he had blurted out that Mitch
and I both had tried to get him to help us outfox the other one.
“They’ve been out there a whole hour,” Aaron observed. “Isn’t there some
way to find out what they’re talking about?”
“Not a chance,” Mitch answered. “I took a peek a little while ago and my
dad and my uncle Ron are sitting facing the patio door. They’ll see us
for sure if we move even an inch out of this room.”
“Have you guys found out what you’re getting as a punishment,” Les
“We think we’re going to be grounded all summer,” I answered for both of
“Bummer,” Les commiserated.
“How about you guys?” Mitch asked in turn.
“I don’t know. Grounding, too, I guess,” Les answered.
“At least that much for me,” Aaron added sadly. “My mom and dad are
There wasn’t much else to say as we waited.
“Boys,” my uncle Bill said, “we’ve talked everything through pretty
carefully. It certainly seems like you guys have become quite the
schemers… plotting against one another, disrespecting one another, and
God knows what else.”
By this time, we were all looking guiltily at the ground.
“Yes,” Aaron’s mom agreed. “Abandoning a friend in trouble is awful.”
“Just as awful as abusing a friendship by asking someone to do something
unethical,” Les’s mom added. (I guess she was referring to his asking to
copy my math homework.)
“So, considering all these things, we think that you boys need is a
common experience,” Aaron’s dad said.
“A common experience?” Aaron asked nervously. “What does that mean?”
“Well,” his dad continued, “it seems to us that your rivalries and
jealousies stem from not understanding each other. So, it seems obvious
that it would be beneficial if you knew each other better, and to do
that you need to spend time together—like all summer, for example.”
“What does that mean?” Aaron asked again.
“That you’re going to be grounded as a group, so to speak. We’ll figure
out the details later but it means that you will spend every day of the
“And that’s not all,” Les’s dad said.
“Listen to this, Aaron. It applies to you, too.” Aaron’s dad interrupted.
“You will be put into diapers, too, as punishment for your involvement
in tricking Larry.”
“What?” Les and Aaron exclaimed together.
“That’s right,” Aaron’s mom agreed. “And you should complain the least
about it… leaving Larry stranded in the bushes in nothing but his
diaper… really!” she added indignantly.
It happened very fast. They were hauled away and returned diapered in
under fifteen minutes. They were obviously upset and trying to hold back
“What about school?” Aaron asked.
“What about it?” his dad answered.
They didn’t sob out loud but they couldn’t stop tears from rolling down
their cheeks, either.
The last couple of weeks of school were quite eventful. Mitch was given
an even harder time once the real reason for his wearing diapers was
known. Aaron and Les were sent to school in diapers and received
just about the same treatment as Mitch. Even Larry came in for a fair
amount of teasing over his plan that backfired. Kevin happily added to
the teasing by describing in great detail the diapers and plastic pants
Larry wore into the store.
Summer vacation has started and the boys are beginning to enjoy each
other’s company. Mitch is turning into a good and loyal friend. Larry is
enjoying life without the constant worry of what his cousin might do to
him next. Aaron and Les have gotten used to going around in just diapers
and plastic pants. They have recovered from their initial shock over the
nighttime cloth diapers and the special pajamas, and they feel confident
that they can put up with things as they are until the end of the
summer. Lastly, Mitch and Larry are wondering if they should tell Les
and Aaron about having overheard all their mothers discussing their fall
wardrobes, including which footed sleepers would be best for the colder