I got my chance when I was 7. It was winter and getting close to Christmas. We were going there to do some shopping, and for once I was determined not to go home diapered. I was going to have some fun, whether the mall liked it or not.

When we got to the mall, I was flabbergasted. It was packed with people and decorated for Christmas. Even better was the fact that Santa was there! Mom let me and Leeann sit on his lap while she did her shopping (no Macy's for me, thank God). Unfortunately, the line was obscenely long. Yet we were kids, and to us it was worth it to see the Guy in the Big Red Suit.

We were midway through the line when nature called. I had gone before we left, but that was awhile ago. I didn't want to lose my spot, so I asked Leeann to hold it for me. She agreed, and I was about to leave for the bathroom when an elf told me that if I left I lost my spot.

"No fair!" I protested.

"Take it or leave it, kid," he grumbled.

"You think you can hold it?" Leeann asked.

"Yeah," I said nodding.

As the line got shorter and shorter, my bladder became more and more full I tried the normal technique of shifting from side to side, crossing legs and generally fidgeting to hold it. Thus far it was working. Leeann saw my discomfort and allowed me to get ahead of her. I thanked her and only hoped my bladder would be as kind.

Well, the meant finally came. I was up to Santa and I thought I was going to burst. I crept over to him cautiously and beset myself upon his lap. "Ho ho ho, kid," he said. "What would you like for Christmas?"

"I want," I said trembling. "A Transformer." No sooner was that said then I began peeing myself. Santa looked at me and frowned.

"We've got a wet one!" he exclaimed. "Hey Jerry, get this kid off of me."

The elf from before grabbed me and all but threw me off of him. "Get yourself some diapers for Christmas!" he said brutishly. I was now on the verge of tears. How could Santa Claus be mean! This wasn't right!

"Hey leave him alone," said Leeann above the laughter of other kids.

"You know what, you can leave too," said Jerry.

"No Santa for you," said another elf with a Romanian accent. "Next child!"

I was in tears and began to run away when I ran into mom. "What happened?" she asked me. Leeann caught up and explained. "Well, I'll go talk to the manager and see to it that that mean man gets fired. He has no business around children! Now honey, are you OK?"

"Yes," I sobbed. I was trying to be as big of a boy as I could, but I found it impossible.

"It's not your fault, Steve," said my sister.

I continued to sob until eventually I clamed down. We walked over to a pharmacy and into their bathroom. "Luckily, I got you some new sweat pants," she said. "But you need something to wear under them, and you can't wear those soaked underpants. Now we can get you some new underpants, but the only place here that sells them is the kids department in Macy's." I gasped. It was a real catch 22: wet underpants or Macy's. "But since I know you hate that place, you can wear a diaper instead."

I looked shocked. A diaper? "I know you don't want to be wearing a diaper," said my mom. "But it won't be so bad." I nodded solemnly while my mom sent my sister to get a package of diaper. She returned with a package of Goodnites.

I looked at them and frowned. "They are just your size," said my mom.

"Your worried that people would notice, aren't you?" asked Leeann. I nodded. "Well they won't." I looked at her skeptically. "Here, I'll prove it to you." She pulled off her panties and pulled up her skirt while mom held out a pair of Goodnites. Leeann stepped into them and pulled them up, and her panties up over them. She then paced about the room a few times and asked me if I noticed anything. Her butt bulged out a bit and there was a very slight crinkling sound, but nothing really noticeable.

Now that I was thoroughly convinced that I wasn't going to further embarrass myself, I decided it was my turn to get diapered. I took off my wet clothes, and handed them to mom, who placed them in a plastic bag. Next, I pulled the Goodnite on myself. It felt unusual. It wasn't really like a diaper, but more like a pair of thick underwear. And it still felt nice and cozy too.

Clad in Goodnite and sweatpants, we marched over to Wendy's for lunch. I ordered one of their hamburgers and devoured it pretty quickly. While I was waiting for my mom and sister to finish eating, I soaked my Goodnite. It held it all in and I enjoyed the feeling of the warm wetness around me. It turned out to be a pretty good day at the mall after all.

When we got home, I was sent to my room to change. Mom presumed I'd be putting on normal underwear, but since I liked the Goodnite so much, I decided to put that on instead. I slid it on over me and admired myself in the mirror. Leeann walked in on me while I was modeling. I instantly stopped and looked at her.

"You decided to put on another one?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said, nodding shamefully. I was feeling pretty embarrassed when she lifted up her skirt to show me that she was not only wearing a Goodnite under there, but that it was wet as well!

"You like wearing them too?" I asked.

"I guess so," she confessed. She was blushing a bit. "I was wondering if you could, um, help me change. I had a flashback to when my sister used to change my diapers all the time. This was the first time I'd be changing her. Although, it didn't make me feel any older because I was wearing one as well. I nodded and had Leeann lie down while I lifted the diaper-like garment up off of her. I got another one out of the bag and slid it on her.

That was the only time Leeann joined me in my diaper wearing. I guess she figured she was still kid enough to try it. She did it more as a sign of support then actually enjoying diapers, which I did very much. Of course, if I were to remind her of this incident now, she'd probably kill me.

"There, all set," I said.

As our luck would have it, we got blasted with snow. School was canceled for a little bit and after that we were on Christmas break anyway. We had plenty of time and a lot of it was spent outside in the snow. Since the weather was cold and we were out there so long, I kept on having to go to the bathroom and almost wet myself on more then one occasion. Leeann had similar, but fewer such complaints.

My mom suggested diapering us to make things easier. I eagerly agreed and Leeann went along with it as well. Unfortunately, we were running low on Goodnites. I let Leeann wear those while my mom was able to dig up my diapers from when I was 4 1/2. They were big when we got them and, after layering them, were able to fit me. I was so excited to be wearing my diapers and camouflage plastic pants and playing outside in the snow. We built a snowman and made snow angels, and I peed and pooped when ever I felt like it and was changed by my mom.

By the time Christmas itself finally came, the snow was gone. As a surprise last minute gift, I wound up with new diapers! I got a few other baby items as well (one was by mistake from my senile Aunt Edna). I spent the rest of my break as a baby, with my mom and sister taking care of me. I loved the attention I got when they fed me and changed me. I was beginning to get used to it when I was rudely interrupted by January and a return to school. Damn! Oh well, there's always going back to the mall.