Hi everyone I’m finally able to get back to writing all of you, since the last time quite a lot has happened in my life.

I’m still being treated like a baby at home and being sent to school in my diapers, mostly disposable Attends to school and still cloth at home. Since this treatment began last summer I have to admit I’ve kind have gotten used to it-- well as used to the idea of being 15 and still being diapered by your parents as one can get.

About the second week in December my diaper rash came back with a vengeance. It was awfully painful, more so than anything I’ve ever experienced. It started after a weekend where mom and dad didn’t change me to often. Yea, they still won’t let me do that for myself. I know I could. Anyway, I didn’t get much sleep Sunday night and after the first time I had wet that night I woke up in really bad pain. My squirming around woke up mom and she came in and changed my diaper and put some of that rash cream on. The next morning after I had breakfast and my diaper was taken off I took a shower and went back to my room (nursery) as it was now called by everyone. Mom told me to climb up into the crib so she could get me into my diapers for school.

"Josh, this is bad," she said as she was rubbing on more diaper rash cream. She then grabbed a cloth diaper.

"Josh, I think you had better wear this today until this rash goes down."

"Please, Mom ,I can’t wear cloth. Please, Mom they're too thick and everyone will know."

"Josh, don’t be such a baby. We have got to take care of this rash and you know your disposable diapers will only make things worse."

I knew she was right from my past experiences but I couldn’t give up that easily. This would be abut the worst thing yet. A moment later I found myself raising up so she could slide the cloth diaper under my butt and then she brought out the bottle of baby oil and rubbed it in really well. She then sprinkled me with baby powder and I really enjoyed the smell of it, but I was sure that with as much as she used ,everyone I would be around would be able to smell it, too.

She grabbed the side of the cloth diaper and pinned it, then reached to the other side and pulled it really tight and pinned it in place. Next came the plastic pants. This time she used pull on Gerber style pants in which she slid up my legs and again had me raise up and pulled them up over my diapers.

"There, that should do it, Josh."

I got down off the crib and looked in the mirror on the door. Man, these are huge. I knew what I looked like in my sleepers and I knew these were not going to be any better. Well again I was right, these diapers were huge. My mom went to the closet and got a T-shirt for me to wear and grabbed my overalls. I tried on the corduroy ones first and there was just no way these would fit. I really wanted them to fit and pulled really hard, but my butt was too big. Seeing this she had me step out of them and try on a pair of denim ones. These actually went over my diapers a bit snugly, but they fit, whew. I knew the next ones were the printed ones with the race cars. I would of been laughed right out of school.

"O.K. Josh, here are your shoes," Mom said as she gave me my white high tops and, putting them on, I was ready to face the day. I don’t know why I looked in the mirror on the way to the front door, but with the rather tight-fitting overalls my diaper really filled them out. What a sight.

On the way to school I caught up with Joey who couldn’t help but comment on how heavily diapered I was.

"Thanks man, you don’t think I know that, Joey."

"What’s ya going to do, Josh? Everyone is going to know for sure now."

"I don’t know, Joey, but I’ll come up with something."

We were almost to school when I took off my jacket and tied it around my waist.

"What do you think?"

"Josh, it might just work."

We split up and I headed off to my homeroom. I sat down and got a few stares, but no one really seemed to pay much attention to my attire. Now if I could just get through the day.

Well, I made it all the way to my swim team just before lunch. I walked in and went to the coach’s office, and to my surprise our regular coach wasn’t there.

"What can I do for you, young man?" the substitute asked.

"Well, I have a note for the coach.

"Lets see it."

I handed it off to him and he looked it over. He looked up at me in kind of a blank stare.

"DIAPER RASH! You mean to tell me a boy your age has a bad case of diaper rash?"

He had to say it twice and so loudly I was sure everyone heard it. He then told me to untie my jacket and his mouth almost hit the ground as he got the full picture.

"Well, Josh, we here are all a team and I’m sure all the guys know about you anyway, don’t they?"

"Yes, coach, they do."

"Well then, what’s the problem? I know you shouldn’t swim with a rash, so go put on your gym shorts and you can work out in the weight room while the other are practicing, now lets get a move on. You know you can’t let your workouts slide."

I was just speechless as I backed out of his office forgetting to get my jacket, and once out in the main locker room I heard a bit of laughter as I came in to the last few guys going to the pool.

I went to my locker and slowly opened it up, trying to make sure everyone had left. They had as I then removed my overalls and pulled off my T-shirt. I was left standing in just my diapers and plastic pants. I put on my gym shirt that had the school logo and the words SWIM TEAM across the front of it, and then grabbed my shorts and went to put them on. I got them up my legs but as I reached to pull them over my diapers, NO WAY. I just sat there for a minute thinking of what to do. If I removed my diapers then I would have to re-pin them on in the locker room full of the other guys. NOT GOOD. I guess I sat there thinking a bit too long as the coach came in to get me.

"You all right?" he asked.

"NO, I can’t get these over m.m.my diapers."

"Your what?"

"My diapers."

"Well, son, take them off and get to the weight room and get with the program."

He just stood and watched me as I removed the pins holding them up. Luckily they were at least still dry. I got my shorts on and went with him to the weight room. He showed me what routine to do and left me there saying he would be back.

I really worked hard for about 45 minutes and felt like I was about to die when the new coach came in to get me.

"Josh, looks like you doing real good," as he looked me over. "The workout is over, though, so you can hit the showers, and you had better shower so your rash doesn’t get any worse."

Any other time I’ve had a rash I would just skip the shower as the embarrassment was worse than the pain, but this one was soooo bad I figured he might be right. I slowly headed toward the shower hoping everyone would be gone and there were just a few guys left when I entered. I got my clothes off and headed for the shower. Wow, it felt so good and the water hit me. The rash was just as bad as the day before it was all over my butt and around to the front. Just as I was about to get out I heard a bunch of guys coming from the pool. They got there before I could get to my towel.

"Look at the diaper boy, guys. Poor baby's got a rash."

Someone asked, "what kind of rash?"

"A DIAPER RASH."

The guys were really enjoying this as they could get away with it since our regular coach wasn’t there. I dried off and headed for my locker. As I opened it my cloth diapers fell out along with the plastic pants.

"Look he’s got real baby diapers today, not the Pampers."

How do I always get stuck in positions like this. I really wanted to just shove them into the locker, but I knew if I showed up at home with out them I would be in real big trouble. By now most of the guys were in the shower so I spread them out on the bench and quickly pinned them on with only a few guys staring at me from a distance. Then I slipped on the plastic pants. Whew, got this much done without too much problem, but the guys were starting to make their way back this way. I quickly grabbed my overalls and pulled them on over my diapers and then got my T-shirt on. I did it, not too bad, but very lucky. I got my shoes on and then fastened my overalls. The guys took one look at me and burst in laughter.

"Josh, you might as well not wear anything over them diapers. You look just like my little brother but he’s only two."

I tried to ignore them as I walked over to the coaches' office to get my jacket, and much to my surprise it was locked. I asked one of the coach’s helper student teachers, I guess.

"Where's the coach ?"

He said he went to substitute at another school for the rest of the day.

Oh man what am I going to do? No jacket, and with these overalls everyone will find out, so I did the only logical thing. I headed for the school gate. It was lunch time, who will miss me? That's right, I cut school and went to a park and sat around in a secluded spot until it was time to head for home. Wow, that was kind of easy.

Well, the next week before school was out for Christmas. I was diapered the same way and I never showed up in school, either. I found spots in the park where I could be all day and not see anyone, and being that we’ve had a very warm winter here in California it was quite nice to be outside.

Friday, the last day of school, finally came and I again headed off to home. When I got there mom greeted me and asked how school was, but had kind of a weird look on her face, but seemed like nothing was wrong. She told me how good I had been for wearing the cloth diapers to school and how it seemed to be clearing up the rash, almost gone now. I went to my room where she changed me into some dry cloth diapers and put me into some nursery printed pants. She then got a pair of jeans from my closet that I had never seen before and handed them to me along with a striped t shirt and told me to put them on.

"MOM these jeans have snaps in the legs!"

"I know, Josh, I just finished them today, do you like them?"

"No, they look like they belong to a baby."

"Well, just put them on and get downstairs for dinner."

I got them up over my diapers, and again they fit pretty good, but with these cloth diapers it was impossible to hide the fact I was DIAPERED. Dad was home by the time I got downstairs and we all had dinner. He asked all of us how school was and we finished dinner. We were just about done when mom mentioned that Joey’s mother had called.

"Josh? She wanted to know how you were doing, as Joey hadn’t seen you in school for the last 4 days."

I just froze I couldn’t move. The stares from my mom and dad were awful. They knew. They knew.

"Well, Josh, what do you have to say. Josh? How are you, Josh?"

"Where did you go, young man, and why the he-- weren't you in school?" my dad yelled.

"Dad, I just couldn’t, it was too awful, with those cloth diapers, everyone could tell I was diapered and even the guys on the swim team were making fun of me. I just couldn’t take it anymore."

"Josh, if you just quit wetting like a big baby this would all end and there would be no more diapers. Teasing is no excuse for leaving school. I'm afraid there are consequences for your actions, young man, and I want you now to go to your room and think about what you have done.

Think about what I’ve done.