When I was 14, I began to visit the mall more regularly with my friends. Once a month, we got on the bus and went there. We watched a movie, played some games, browsed through stores, flirted with girls and just generally had a good time. It was during one of these visits that I discovered a big secret.

I was returning from the bathroom when I noticed a new store had opened. It was called Porter's Post, and it sold a little bit of everything. Out of curiosity, I wandered inside and who should I find working there but Chad.

"I was wondering when you'd notice the store," he said. "My dad owns it."

"Cool."

"You haven't seen the best part." I followed him to the back of the store and through a door. At first, I thought we were headed to a stock room, but in actuality, it turned out to be another store. As I looked around, I noticed it sold diapers and diaper supplies, cribs, and all kinds of baby stuff.

"Well, what do you think?"

"Awesome!" I said. "I can't believe it!"

"My dad had a lot of extra space and was going to rent it out when I asked if I could have it. He agreed that since I was working there and helping him at the store, he'd let me set up my own little shop over here as long as I am responsible. I sell mostly diapers and stuff to older kids, but I also have Somme cool video games and memorabilia."

"What's it called?"

"Well, Sam wanted me to call it Diaper Boy World, but I thought that wasn't inclusive enough, so I called it Kidmania. The best part is, from outside the mall, it looks like an empty space. The only way in is through Porter's Post, so this way we don't get people coming by here laughing at me."

"How do you get customers?"

"After looking around a bit, I can tell if a kid wears diapers. Sometimes, I'll see kids looking at them in the pharmacy., In any case, I just walk up to them and give them my card and they show up here. We have around 15-20 regular customers. 7 are teens, 6 are pre-teens, and about 5 are young adults. Most of the customers are guys, but we have had plenty of girls in here. Most of them are mothers shopping for their sons, but there have been a few girls like us."

"Wow, I never knew you were so into this."

"Well, I try not to base my life around it."

"Yeah, just your business."

"Hey, how about I add you to the client list."

"Sure."

He entered some information then explained to me what being a client meant. "You can come in here and shop casually, but it's better if your a client. It costs $50."

"That's a lot!"

"Not really. We hook you up with a starter kit of diapers, plastic pants, wipes, powder, and my comic book. I'll get to that later. Anyway, after that, you get 50% off from everything you buy here, and, I guess what you would call technical support, no matter how specific, is free."

"Cool, you think you can front me a membership?"

"No, but I have an idea how you can get that $50."

"Sure, anything."

"Your friends here with you?"

"Yeah."

"That kid Jay still a smug asshole."

"Yup."

"Tell you what, you get him to the arcade, and while I'm on break, I'll con him silly."

"You're sure he'll go for it?"

"I know he wants to play me, just for revenge for last time."

"OK, deal." Jay was never particularly nice to me anyway.

I at long last returned to my friends. "Where the hell were you?" asked Gary.

"I ran into Chad."

"What were you talking to that fag for?" asked Jay.

"He said he wanted to play you."

"Sure, I'll beat his ass any day."

"I gotta see this," said Carlos.

We all marched over to the arcade. Chad and Sam were there waiting for us. "Back again?" he asked.

"I'll kill your ass," said Jay. "Pick your game."

"Marvel vs. Capcom."

"I'll put money down on that one."

"How much?"

"$25."

"Very well."

"This is gonna be good," Carlos said.

"Hey, if you're going to be up here yelling at us to kill each other, I think we should charge you $5 admission for this tournament," said Chad.

"That's messed up," said Gary.

"I'll pay," I said.

"Me too," said Carlos. The three of us plus Sam all put our money down and watched the tournament.

"Magneto and M. Bison," said Jay. "You can't beat that, and you don't have Blackheart to help you."

"You always go for the bosses," said Chad. He selected Mega Man and Spiderman. The matches began. Jay won the first round. I watched the swear pour off his face as he struggled with the controls.

"I'm calling a 3-0 sweep," he said. "I'll even put another $5 down on it."

"OK," said Chad. The next round was fairly close. Chad began to use, albeit conservatively, his special attacks and triumphed.

"You ain't wining the last one," Jay growled.

Chad smiled and they got to round 3. It was exciting to watch, and very tense. After taking 1 direct hit, Chad started breaking out the combos and all the special moves in the arsenal. He blocked, countered, and swapped characters like a pro. Pretty soon, M. Bison was knocked out. After that, it didn't take long for Magneto to be sent off packing for the North Pole (pun).

"Take your fuckin' money!" Jay said, shoving the bills in Chad's face. He stormed off angrily, and Carlos and Gary followed. I stayed behind and congratulated Chad on his victory.

"Nice job."

"Thanks," he said. "I've had some practice. Now let's get you set up."

We returned to Kidmania and took a few measurements. Chad gave me my starter kit and a bag to conceal it in and bid me a good day. It was a good day indeed.

My trips to the mall were pretty routine after that. I'd still hang out with my friends, but I'd visit Kidmania a lot, too, while I was alone. I met a couple of fellow diaper wearers there, and we became friends. I also got myself a changing pad, more diapers, and some of Chad's home-made comic books (they were really cool). So far, the only other person who knew about this place was my sister, and she promised not to tell anyone. Life was simple and life was good.

One time while I was with my friends, my life changed a bit. It was the first time I ever fell in love with a girl. I was there with my usual group, plus 2 other kids. These 2 kids introduced us to a bunch of girls and we all had lunch together. Everyone was getting along great, only I somehow felt like I didn't belong. I kept pretty quiet for the most part.

I noticed Christina, one of the girls I was introduced to was fairly quiet as well. I couldn't figure out why. I was quiet for a reason. I felt overmatched somehow and uncomfortably out of place. Everyone seemed to have a cooler life then me. Christina, on the other hand, was different. She had a pretty nice body and seemed like a nice person when she did speak, so why wasn't she speaking more? Hmm, maybe just a shy person I guess. At any rate, I wanted to know more about her.

I was making one of my solo trips to the mall after school one day. I browsed through a few stores, then realized it was getting close to closing time and was about to head home. However, I had to use the bathroom pretty desperately. Unfortunately, I couldn't find an open bathroom anywhere. Every bathroom in the store seemed to be closed, even the ones in Macy's. I wandered about frantically looking for one.

During the course of my wanderings, I ran into Christina. "Hi," she said.

"Hi. Do you know if there's an open bathroom any place?"

"No. You looking for one too?"

"Yeah. Every bathroom in the mall seems to be closed."

"I know, and I really regret drinking all that soda at lunch."

Looks like we both had the same problem. Now it was time for one of us to try to find a solution. I tried to retrace my steps to see if there was any store that had a bathroom. I walked in, walked to the sporting goods store, to the arcade, passed the pharmacy.... The pharmacy! That was it. "I think there's a bathroom in the pharmacy," I said.

We both took off in that direction to find out. When we got there, I asked the clerk if the bathroom was open.

"Yeah, ours is. They're closed all over the mall for renovations."

"Thanks," I said. The 2 of us made our way towards the back of the store, both getting more and more desperate. I then realized there was only one bathroom. "Go ahead," I said.

"Thanks," she answered and alleviated herself. While I was standing in the pharmacy, I found the strain on my bladder to be unbearable. I knew I could only hold it a little while longer, but that was all that I would need. Oh no! I could feel moisture between my legs, and it was spreading. I tried to stop the flow, but being a habitual diaper wearer diminished my control. Damn, this is one time I don't want to wet myself.

"All yours," Christina said, emerging form the bathroom.

"It's a little late," I said blushing.

"I'm sorry, I should have let you go."

"Nah, it's lady's first. I just can't believe I wet myself."

"Hey, everyone has accidents."

"Not like this," I said, then quickly swallowed my tongue. I was not about to embarrass myself by revealing my history here at the mall. I went into the bathroom, splashed some water on my pants and dried them with the hand dryer. I was surprised to find Christina was still there when I got out.

"When you said not like this, what did you mean?" "Oh, nothing," I said. I really regretted ever bringing it up.

"Do you wet your pants a lot?"

I lost my temper. "No, and none of your damn business even if I did!"

She backed away a bit then said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked that."

"I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"I asked because everyone in my family suffers from some sort of incontinence."

What? Wow, I wasn't ready for that. "Both my parents used to be bedwetters when they were kids. My brother, he's in college still wets the bed. My cousin is in diapers full time. I just stopped wetting the bed recently, but I still have accidents some time. I hate it!"

"I'm sorry about that," I said. "I don't have any kind of medical history, but I do have a history."

"History of what?"

It took all my courage, but I managed to explain to her my history at the mall. I tried to leave out some of the more embarrassing moments, but it was still hard to talk about. She initially didn't say anything, and I thought I had just made myself look really stupid.

"That's pretty weird," she said.

"Yeah, it is."

"So you know my cousins," she said. "Felicia and Normie."

"Your cousins?"

"Yup."

"You look a little like Normie, but nothing like Felicia." They both shared brown hair and a nice face, while Felicia more closely resembled my sister, only a lot hotter.

"I know. People tell me that a lot."

"Well actually you two have something in common. Your both beautiful."

"Awe, thanks."

I really didn't know how to proceed from then on in, so I chose my words very carefully. "I'm not sure how to say this," I began. "But I like you, Christina."

"I like you, too."

"No, I mean I think I might love you."

"That's sweet," she said. "But..." But what. She probably already had a boyfriend. Damn it! "Are you sure about that? You barely know me."

"I see you in gym class and I see you here. And I like what I see."

"So are you asking me out?"

"Yeah, I guess I am. You want to go to the movies next week?"

"Sure, I'd like that."

"OK."

"See you Monday."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Wow, that went better then I thought. I now knew why she was a little on the shy side, but it didn't bother me. It was more a turn on then anything. I didn't want to rush anything, so I decided not to tell her about my recent affiliation with diapers. I headed home, put on my thick cloth diapers and plastic pants and let my imagination do its work. Soon, I got the perfect image in my mind, and I began to rub myself to a climax. Though it was perfectly natural, I still felt guilty that I got these feelings and satisfied them so readily. And worse yet, these feelings were about diapers of all things. Oh well, that's just the way I am.

I didn't tell anybody about me and Christina, and neither did she. We chatted briefly in gym, and I noticed that when she bent over to retrieve a grounder in baseball, there was a bit of a crinkling sound. Probably not diapers, but some sort of protection.

School was over for the year Wednesday, and I went to a party with my friends on Thursday. Christina was there, and we talked a bit some more. Some of my friends were starting to notice my attraction to her, but said nothing about it.

Friday came and Christina and I went on our first date. We went to see The Truman Show (we were both Jim Carrey fans). I wore a disposable diaper under my jeans. When nature called, I didn't want to miss any of the movie, or her company for that matter. I bought tickets for the 2 of us and we sat next to each other and watched the previews. Like I said, I really didn't know what I should or shouldn't be doing. I consulted Leeann out of desperation to try to find out the meaning behind female body language, and she was a big help. However, I was still lost. When she put her arm around me, the message became a bit more clear.

While I was temporarily off guard, she moved her hand and felt my diaper. "I wouldn't want to miss the movie...or you," I confessed. She smiled and guided my hand toward her waist. I felt around a bit, and surely enough, she was wearing a diaper as well. The movie seemed to be a bit subdued for somebody as whacked as Carrey, but wasn't to disappointing. I kept my arm around Christina the whole time.

After the movie, we walked out of there both wearing very wet diapers. "That was fun," she said.

"Yeah."

She then kissed me on my cheek, and I blushed a little bit. I pulled her closer to me and gave her a kiss back on the forehead. Not bad for a first date.

We had several more dates over the course of the summer, and I'd have to say while they were consistently good, my friends reaction to us wasn't.

"So what's going on here?" asked Gary. "Your never free to chill on Fridays. You have a girlfriend or something?"

"Yeah, Christina Tourcant."

"I knew it," said Carlos.

"Christina Torn-Cunt?" asked Jay. "man, I thought you could do better then that bitch."

"Don't take that from him," said Gary.

"As far as I'm concerned," I said. "There is no better. For me at least."

I tried very cautiously to introduce diapers into our relationship. I started by asking her how she felt about wearing them. "I never really thought about it," she said. "It was a pain that I had to wear them some times, but they weren't too bad. But I think if I had to wear them every day, I wouldn't be able to handle it. Usually, I'm OK with just a pad or something. What about you?"

"This sounds weird, but I love diapers. They feel great, and somehow, especially whenever I'm here, it just feels right for me to be wearing them."

"OK, you're right," she said. "That is weird. But it's OK with me."

"Good."

That summer was a lot of fun and I no longer feared the mall. I no longer feared pain and humiliation. I now had friends who understood me (Chad and the gang from Kidmania) as well as a girl who loved me. While I kept my life for the most part normal, I didn't have to hide anything form anyone anymore. My parents found out about my fetish shortly after they found out about Christina, and while they weren't exactly pleased, they chose to let it go. One thing was for sure: I couldn't have done anything without the help of my courageous soul, and the boost it got form being at the mall.