About four months have past since Bob and Gary returned from their trip

to the Government Office. The first snow of winter fell just this

morning, leaving the Beebe's yard covered in a light white covering.

Gary was glad it was Saturday so he could stay in bed a little longer

this morning. His mother had checked on him only a few minutes before

and had given him a diaper change while he was still half asleep. Now he

was warm, dry and so comfortable wrapped in his soft flannel winter

sheets. Soon he fell into a blissful sleep dreaming of things only a

little boy would understand.

It was now about 8:30 when Bob slowly opened the door to Gary's room and

tip toed towards the 9 year old's bed. "Gary...... Gary!" he whispered

as if not trying to wake him up. Gary's eyes opened only enough that he

could see it was his Daddy. "Oh, Oh, Oh" were the only words that came

out of his mouth as he stretched out like a cat then curled up once more

as if to shut his Dad out of his mind.

"Gary...." This time Bob gave his son a light shake once again bring the

boy back into the awaken world. Gary turned over on his back then raised

himself onto his elbows sitting up with his pillow behind his back. "Are

you awake now?" Bob asked. "Ya, sure, what is it, Dad?"

"It's your Mother, I think we need to head for the hospital. I already

called the doctor and he will be ready for us when we get there." Gary

dropped back on the bed, covering himself up, head and all. "Gary, do

you hear me.... Come on now, wake up!" Bob pulled the covers off the

boy, "Your Brother is going to be here before long and we must get

going."

Gary opened his eyes, looking around the room wide awake, "My

brother..... Oh, Boy!"

Kim stood just inside the room leaning against the door frame, "let's

get going, Bob, there will not be much more time." Kim turned as she

moved unsteadily towards the front door.

"Gary, you must stay here while I take your Mother to the hospital. Now

I have called Mrs. Stanford down the street, she had told us she would

come when we needed her. She will be here soon. I know you don't know

her very well but your mother had gotten to know her while we were on

our trip and they had made plans for her to stay with you while Mom is

in the hospital. It may take a day or two. I got time off from work, so

I will stay with Mom. Now I will keep you informed about the baby and

will come and get you as soon as they will let you come to see your

mother and baby. OK!" Bob hardly waited for Gary to give his answer

before he grabbed his wife's packed bag and was out the door. Gary laid

back on the bed, letting all this sink in to his sleepy brain, just then

he heard the car drive off.

Lying spread eagle on top of the bed, Gary patted at his diaper,

enjoying the feel of being alone to enjoy a little more sleep.

Gary had heard his mother mention Mrs. Stanford a few times although

they never really met yet.

It was about this time he heard the front door bell ring. Jumping out of

bed, he raced for the front door only to realize all he was wearing was

his new pinned cloth diaper. He did not want this new sitter to see him

in only a diaper so he grabbed a pair of shorts he had laid out on the

chair the night before. Hoping on one foot then the other he slipped

into the shorts by the time he reached the front door.

Again the door bell ran just as he opened it for Mrs. Stanford then, to

his surprise, standing beside her was a boy about his same age. This boy

had covered himself head to toe with a blanket. Gary could see large,

pink, fluffy slippers on each of the boys feet that looked like little

rabbits, ears and all.

Mrs. Stanford took her son by the hand into the house, closing the door

behind them. "Oh, is it ever cold outside." She stomped her feet getting

the last of the snow off onto the rug placed in front of the door. The

boy walked right past Gary, heading for the warm gas heater stove, then

he opened the blanket in front of him to let the warmth in. Gary eyed

the boy from the back side which was still covered by the blanket.

Mrs. Stanford introduced herself to Gary, "I am Mrs. Stanford, you may

call me Aunt Sue if you want, or just Sue....... I was called Aunt Sue

by the children I baby sat for before moving here." Pointing towards the

stove, she said, "And that is Jon, my son. When received your Dad's call

we just came as we were. Jon was still in bed so I wrapped him in his

blanket so not to waste time."

"Hi, Jon!" Gary called out.

"Hi!" Jon turned toward Gary, dropping his blanket to the floor. Quickly

the child bent over to pick it up but was too late, Gary saw a glimpse

of the boy's white night diaper and his near knee-high white socks with

a couple of red strips at the top, they seem to clash with the pink

rabbit slippers. Gary experienced a quickening of excitement as his eyes

scanned the sight before him. Sue handed Gary her coat but he was too

engrossed in what he hoped he saw and did not hear Sue's voice.

Sue got Gary's attention by asking him if he would mind hanging up her

coat and hat.

"Sure, I'll put them in this closet." Taking the coat and hat, Gary

carefully hung them up. When he turned around he found Jon had sat down

in one of the chairs with the blanket neatly wrapped over his legs and

up under his arms, leaving his head and shoulders bare.

"Your mother and I kept each other company while your Dad and you were

away. We talked a lot about family and things. I feel I already know

much about you, Gary."

Gary was not sure if he wanted this strange lady to know anything at all

about him. He just grinned, dropping his head in a shy sort of way.

Then, without lifting his head, he peeked up towards the other boy who

was now kicking both his legs back and forth. In the process of kicking

he had loosened the blanket that was covering his legs.

Gary raised his head and blinked his eyes. Once again this strange

feeling raced over him as he witnessed part of Jon's diaper. "It is a

diaper, it really is!" Gary thought to himself.

Jon suddenly became aware that Gary was staring at him, pulling the

blanket together once more. Jon drew his legs up underneath the blanket

hiding even his rabbit slippers.

Sue watched the transaction between the two boys. She noticed Gary's

pleased look of surprise and her son's embarrassment.

"Your mother tells me of your need for diapers, Gary, I know about that,

and I understand. Jon has been wearing diapers only for bedtime for the

last couple of nights. I told him you wore them, also. Jon isn't too

happy that I made him put them on. But I told him you would understand

his needing them, too."

For a fleeting moment Gary felt the hot flashes of embarrassment from

the knowledge that Sue knew he had a diaper on. Yet the idea that she

knew excited him in a strange sort of way. And indeed did know and

understand just how Jon must feel at this very moment.

Jon continued to sit very still, keeping his lower body covered with the

blanket and his feet pulled up under him. The embarrassed little boy

would not look either his mother nor Gary in the eye.

Sue began telling Gary all about how Jon wet his bed each night, "I just

let him lay in it, he is a big boy now and if he can't learn to control

himself he can just pay the piper and put up with his own messes."

Gary could not believe his ears. This mother had just humiliated her son

right in front of him. The child in the chair burst into tears that ran

down his cheeks. There was a puckering up of the mouth. Jon could hold

it back no longer and began to sob like his heart would break. He

covered his head under the blanket, but could not muffle the sound of

his pain.

Gary always had a soft heart and found he himself could hardly hold back

tears. "How sad!" Gary spoke in defense for the boy.

"What do you mean?" Sue actually did not know that her words cut so

deep. Her intentions were only to make Jon feel some remorse for his act

of messing in his bed. "This boy has been doing this since he was a baby

and the doctors all say nothing is wrong with his bladder nor his

bowels, I have just about had it with his messes."

Gary was wondering just what this woman was thinking about him. After

all, he was as old as Jon and she knew he was in diapers. He looked

puzzled toward Sue as he pulled at his shorts to confirm that his diaper

was still on.

"Oh! Gary, I am not saying that you have these problems, I am sorry, it

seems I have upset you." "But you have problems, your mother told me all

about it, now you mustn't let me upset you because I know you can't help

yourself."

Sue seemed to be getting herself in a deeper with each word. She wanted

to change the subject, but with Gary looking at her the way he did made

it impossible for her to avoid the issue.

"How old are you, Gary?" She asked.

"I'm 9." Gary then asked Jon how old he was, but the child just kept

weeping under his blanket.

"He is also 9 and will be 10 next week," His mother intervened.

"I will be 10 in a couple of months," Gary announced with pride. Jon

stuck his head out of the blanket looking over at Gary. Neither boy said

anything but Gary mouthed the words, "It's OK!" and that said

everything. Jon just nodded his head and gave a weak smile.

"So you are going to have a brother, are you excited?" Sue said, trying

to change the subject.

"I guess!" was all Gary could think to say but the expression on his

face gave way to a wide happy smile. "Daddy said he would call as soon

as he was born and let me know".

"Well, don't you worry about a thing, these things take time, but it

will happen." Sue looked over at her son that was hiding deep inside his

blanket. A look of disgust come over her face.

"Jon, get that blanket off right now and act your age. Gary will think

your a big baby...... Jon, I mean it right now, get that blanket off and

sit up like a little man." Without another word Sue got up and went to

the hiding child and pulled the blanket off him, which farther

humiliated the boy.

Gary watched with disbelief, his mother nor daddy would never treat him

this way. But the moment the blanket hit the floor Gary saw his young

guest curled up in a ball. Jon was sucking his thumb while wet tears

still rolled down his redden checks. It was then that

Gary stared at the boy's homemade cloth diaper. It was obvious Jon had

just wet and pooped, leaving a brown patch in the rear.

Sue, upon seeing that her son just used the diaper, became very upset

and began belittling him again. "What do you think your doing, you could

have left stains on this nice chair. Well, young man, you will just have

to wear your diaper a bit longer then you suspected, I did not bring

another diaper for you. I was sure that putting you in a diaper would

keep your mind on when you need to go and would use the toilet like

everyone else. I am so ashamed of you!!!" With that Sue pulled the boy

to his feet, checking the chair, but found it was not hurt.

Jon stood beside his mother in complete helplessness, taking quick

glances toward Gary. Gary watched as the boy struggled to regain his

composure. The diaper hung low under his legs with a sign of a small

leak forming just between the legs. Jon had a strong grip on each side

of the diaper because it was sliding down his slender hips.

"This will never do", Sue proclaimed. "Gary, could I bother you for one

of your diapers? I don't think this one is going work much longer."

"Sure Mrs. Stanford, I'll go get you one, but you better put that

newspaper under him before he leaks on the carpet."

"Heavens to Betsy, boy, you sure have caused a lot of trouble today."

Sue let off more of her frustration as she helped Jon step on to the

newspapers.

Gary turned to take another look just as he went through the door to the

hallway. What he saw brought a delightful emotion that satisfied his

dream of finding another boy that wore diapers. Jon stood with his back

toward Gary while his mother pulled the diaper to the floor, letting the

boy step carefully to one side while she wrapped it up in a piece of

newspaper to be discarded. Gary took an instant photo in his mind of the

boy's back side covered with poo poo. With a grin on his face and joy in

his heart Gary hurried to his bedroom for a disposal diaper.

"Thank you, son!" Sue reached for the new diaper. "Store bought, eh?

Don't think I would waste money on these kinds, old dish towels do the

same thing."

Handing the diaper to Jon she left the two boys alone as she went to the

bathroom for a clean wash cloth. Not being able to hide this time, Jon

stood his ground while Gary moved in front of him, giving him the

once-over.

"Boy, you sure made a mess," Gary commented as he held his nose between

his forefinger and thumb. "What a stink!"

All Jon could do was stand there looking self- conscious. "I didn't mean

to..... I couldn't help it....really!"

Gary realized he was adding to the boy's problems and quickly recanted

with, "It's all right, Jon, I was only teasing. Forgive me, I do know

what you are going through."

Sue finished re-diapering her son after she cleaned him up. "Now try to

remember to go to the toilet when you have to poop, then you won't have

this mess again. These diapers will have to do you the rest of the day."

"I'll be careful, Mom, I promise to really try this time." Jon was

determined to keep this promise but he had little confidence that he

would be able to make it to the bathroom in time.

"Do the best you can, maybe Gary could help you, but you must ask or

tell us when you feel you need to go." His mother just realized her son

had no clothes at all.

"Oh! we really ran over here so fast I clean forgot, Jon has nothing to

wear, I must go back home and pick up something for the both of us, it

looks like we'll be staying the night." Mrs. Sanford rushed to get her

coat and hat.

"Gary, I want you and Jon to keep out of things while I am gone, I won't

be but a little while then I will return." The mother went out the door

being almost swept off her feet by the cold winter winds.

Jon stood on his tip toes to peek out the door window, watching his

mother as she headed up the street towards home.

Gary looked the boy over once more. He observed Jon standing tip toed

wearing nothing but a Depend, not even his slippers were on his feet.

Gary sometimes stood before the full length mirror looking at himself

while only in a diaper. Watching Jon was a treat.

Jon became aware that Gary was looking at him. The boy began to feel

self-conscious once again, but he had nowhere to hide. His blanket was

across the room out of reach. Jon looked down at himself to be sure his

diaper was correctly fastened, which it was. Looking up at Gary, he

asked, "Something wrong?"

"No, No not at all, I think you look really nice." Seeing that Jon was

feeling somewhat out of place, Gary asked, "Wanna see my diaper?"

"I don't care, if you want to." Jon's curiosity showed as he watched

Gary pull his T-shirt up over his head. Already he could see the white

top of Gary's diaper showing above his belt line.

Gary sat on the floor just as he undid his belt then pulled the zipper

down. He glanced up at Jon who was now bent over with his hands braced

against his knees. The boy took a deep breath while his eyes opened

widely while he anticipated what he may see. Gary pulled the pants off

his feet and tossed them with his shirt.

"See, now we both just have diapers on." Gary could feel Jon's gaze

making him feel a little naughty for undressing in front of him.

As Gary stood up he slowly turned a complete circle to show Jon the

entire diaper. Once again he stood facing the other boy.

Jon's face began to flush turning a light color of red as he observed

Gary's little private showing.

This reaction of Jon's gave Gary a rush of pleasant pleasure realizing

he had made his new friend blush.

When Jon caught his breath he looked up at Gary saying, "I think you

look really nice, too." This comment caused Gary to grin ear to ear.

"Thanks!"

Gary bent over, picking up his clothes, "Come on, I will show you my

room." The two diapered boys walked down the hall leading to Gary's

bedroom.

The two sat on the edge of the bed while Gary showed off his collections

of toys and other little boy things.

Their conversation got back to the need of wearing diapers. Gary could

not help but notice the wet line on Jon's Depend turned color.

"I think you may need to be changed," he said as he pointed to the

indicator line.

"Oh no.... Mommy will be so mad at me, I didn't think it would show."

Jon had the look of desperation.

"Don't worry I will help you." Looking at the package of new diapers

under the night stand Gary said, "We've got plenty of new ones."

"Mommy gets mad at me for doing it. But I can't help it", Jon began to

tear up as he rubbed his eyes.

"My Mother used to get after me too until she married Daddy. He told her

that it was better for me to wear a diaper and stay dry and clean then

to wet the bed or my pants."

"Maybe your Daddy could tell my Mom that diapers could help, or

something." Jon seemed to get a glimpse of some kind of sense in all of

this. At this point in time, Jon was looking for any kind of hope that

would make his life a little easier.

Jon was feeling more self-esteem in the presence of Gary, who seemed to

understand his problem. "I like you, Gary. Will you be my friend?"

"Sure, I would like that!" Gary was pleased that Jon felt this way

towards him.

Jon lied back on the bed, letting his legs dangle over the side while

placing his arms behind his head.

"Gary...... I don't know how to put a diaper on..... would you help me

this time? Jon looked a little sheepish.

"Sure!" Gary got up to get another diaper but then leaned over Jon

instead asking, "Do you really want me to change you?" "I will use a

wipe, then spread some powder so you will smell like you didn't pee!"

"OK, I don't care." Jon drew his legs up then let his knees drop on to

the bed just like a little baby about to be changed. This signaled Gary

to began diapering him.

Gary went to the chest of drawers and took out several of his white

brief underpants that had been stored away in a neat pile ever since he

gave them up for diapers.

Laying the underpants down beside Jon, he began to undo the wet diaper

tabs.

"What are you going to with those underpants, Gary?" Jon asked rather

puzzled.

"Wait and see!" Gary quickly opened the boys wet diaper then reached for

the wipes and powder on his night stand.

In his haste Gary was not too careful how he spread the powder over his

friend causing Jon to wiggle about as he burst into hardy laughter.

Powder flew all over everything.

The first underpants went on, the next and the next, until Gary had

counted six or seven pairs had been pulled up tightly around the boy's

waist. Standing back for a look, Gary smiled with satisfaction that he

did a good job.

"You look really good in those diapers, Jon, I mean you look rather

nice." Gary was not using carefully chosen words, he really means what

he said.

Jon ran both his hands over the new "diaper", feeling how thick and

tight they felt. "They feel just like a tight diaper," Jon said rather

pleasingly.

"Just like cloth ones aren't they, you like?" Gary worked at the top

underpants moving the band high up on his back.

Jon got off the bed and stood before the full length mirror behind the

door. Raising one foot then the other, Jon danced while turning about

looking over his shoulder at himself like a girl putting up her hair.

This new diaper gave Jon a feeling he liked very much.

Just then they heard Sue coming into the front door. Both boys looked at

each other, "She's back!"

As the boys entered into the hall way Mrs. Sanford met them face to

face. Gary had fully intended to put his pants on before she got back,

but now it was too late.