As I lay there in bed I couldn’t help but thinking about the discovery of Jason’s diapers. I mean just think, Jason was 15 like me and wore diapers to bed because of a bedwetting problem and even had to wear them during the daytime because of occasional accidents. I slowly drifted off to sleep that night thinking about Jason and that we both wore diapers.

I woke up early Monday morning and pulled a pair of pajamas over my bulky leg wrappings and night diapers and went into the living room to watch some TV. As I watched TV, I knew that my diapers were extremely wet and needed a change but I didn’t want to wake up my parents to change me. Even though I was fifteen, well past the age that I should be changing my own diapers but I felt little embarrassment when someone changed my diapers. I guess having someone change your wet diaper into a clean dry comfy diaper made you feel all warm inside. My father woke up about an hour later and told me to go in to my room so my diapers could be changed before he left for work. I lied down on my bed, which my father pulled off my pajamas then proceeded to pull off my plastic pants away from my very wet diapers. As he un-pinned the diapers he said to me that he was glad that I accepted that I needed to wear diapers. He placed another thick diaper underneath me and bunched them up together and pinned them on each side. “Dad, how long do you think I’ll have to wear diapers?” I asked him as he was pinning on my cloth diapers. “Well, it’s tough to say at this point, but until your bladder heals and you stop wetting yourself, you’re going to need diapers” my Dad answered. My father placed a pair of snap-on plastic pants underneath me and proceeded to snap them up over my diapers. These particular snap-on plastic pants had a design on them, sorta abit on the juvenile side as far as the appearance goes. My father looked at me and told me that he thought I could use a change in my plastic pants and anyway he thought I looked pretty cute in them. As he finished diapering me, I told him that I found out that I’m not the only teenager that needs diapers. “Oh really?” my Dad asked. “Yah, you know Jason who came over yesterday, well I found out that he wets the bed and has to wear diapers at night and even during the daytime sometimes too. He asked me why I was wearing diapers, in which I explained to him about accident with the damage to my bladder. I noticed that every time Jason moved about, there seemed to be some crinkling sounds, so I asked him if he was wearing them too. He came out and told me that he was wearing a disposable diaper and needed them during the daytime once in a while since he occasionally wets himself during the daytime. He didn’t want to wet himself at our house yesterday so his parents had him wear a diaper.” I replied. “Looks like someone has a diaper buddy” as my Dad patted my diapered rear-end. After my plastic pants were snapped in place over my diaper he thoroughly checked for stray bits of the cloth diapers sticking out from the plastic pants. After finishing with my diaper change, my Dad decided to change my leg bandages. He went in to the supply cabinet and retrieved some clean bandages, sterile pads and hydrogen peroxide. He spread a towel underneath my legs and pulled off the old bandages. After they were removed he carefully wiped down the area with the peroxide. Once this was done, he placed the sterile pads over the wounds and wrapped up my legs with some sterile gauze bandages. I sorta resembled a mummy, with my legs all wrapped up and with thick cloth diapers and plastic pants on me. I thanked my dad for changing me and changing my leg bandages. I put my pajama’s back on over my legs and thick diapers. Being wrapped up as I was and particularly wearing such thick diapers, it was a little hard to walk and bend down. I was getting better at moving around since the accident, but I was still a little slow. I went into the kitchen to fix myself something for breakfast. While I was eating my cereal, my dad came into the kitchen and asked me if I would like Jason in spending this Friday night at our house and coming along with us to the lake on Saturday and Sunday. He thought it might be a good idea for me to make new friends and talk to someone who has the same problems with bladder control. I told him that I would speak to him, but I also asked if Josh could join us too, it might be fun to have a couple of friends at the lake. He said that it would be Ok if Josh joined us too, but wondered if Josh would be a little uneasy with that two of his friends would need and wear diapers. I knew that Josh knew Jason, but wasn’t sure if he was aware that Jason wore diapers too. Since Jason and I told each other that our secrets would be safe with each other, I wasn’t about to tell Josh about Jason’s diapers. He would have to find it out for himself.

After breakfast and about 10am, Josh stopped over to see me. He wanted to know what our plans were for today and summer vacation. I told him that why don’t we go into my room and play a game of Nintendo and talk about our plans for the summer. I was still in my pajamas and it was obvious that I had on thick diapers underneath. As we played Nintendo awhile, Josh noticed my plastic pants sticking out from my pajamas and asked me if I needed a change since it was obvious that I was still in my night diapers. “No, I replied, my dad changed me earlier this morning into some dry cloth diapers and plastic pants.” “Why cloth diapers and not a disposable one?” Josh asked. I guess they are just trying to save on the expense of the disposables, when I’m at home, I’ll probably have to wear cloth diapers and plastic pants” I replied. “Oh, that’s cool, but aren’t they abit uncomfortable especially with those plastic pants?” Josh added. “No, not really. At first it felt pretty weird wearing thick cloth diapers and plastic pants, but I’m pretty used to them now. They are really more absorbent than a disposable.” I replied. Just then my mom peeked inside my room and told me that she had errands to run and that she might not be back until early afternoon, if that was alright with me. I told her that I’d be OK and that Josh and I were going to do something today. “Well, goodbye Tim and have a good day” my mom told me. After she had left, Josh asked me what I wanted to do today. I told him that I kinda wanted to go to the mall and get some new clothes for the summer. My parents gave me money to go clothes shopping sometime and I figured that this would be a great opportunity to do it without my parents. “Great, we can take the red line bus to the mall and have some fun” Josh replied. “Well I better get changed and dressed if we want to make the 11:30 Red Line” I came back with. “You’re not planning on wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants underneath your pants are you? Won’t they be abit on the bulky side?” Josh asked me. “No, I’ll change into a disposable diaper for the afternoon” I replied. “Do you need any assistance changing?” Josh quietly asked. “I do have to admit that I have trouble changing myself. With my arm in a cast and with my legs the way they are, it is pretty difficult right now to change myself.” I told Josh. “So then I guess the answer would be ’Yes’,” Josh replied. “Yes I would like if you helped me” I told him.

I went over to my closet and opened the door. Josh peered inside my closet and was astounded what he saw. He couldn’t believe his eyes; there in the closet it was full of diapers. Cloth ones, disposables of every type in two different colors and a variety of plastic pants, not to mention other items such as baby powder, diaper rash lotion and diaper pins. “So it looks like your parents went all out with your supplies. The way it looks, your parents think that you’ll in diapers for an indefinite period of time” Josh remarked. “Gosh I hope not, I don’t want to return to school this fall still wearing diapers” I added. “What happens if you have to wear diapers to school this fall” Josh asked me. “I’m not sure but hopefully my bladder will be healed by then” I replied. “Let’s hope so,” Josh Added. I handed Josh one of the “Peaudouceä” disposable diapers then started to take off my pajamas when Josh told me to lie down and he’d change me. I felt a little uneasy with my best friend seeing me just in my diapers, let alone changing them. I knew that I secretly wanted him to change my diapers, but couldn’t ask him but as long as he volunteered for the job, who was I to argue. I lied down, which Josh pulled my pajamas away from the diapers and plastic pants. “Cute plastic pants” Josh said to me. He carefully unsnapped my plastic pants from my cloth diaper and he said to me “Looks like someone wet themselves again, you’re really soaked. I guess you really need diapers, huh Tim?” Josh stated. All I could say at this point was “Huh, huh” I was trying to keep a cool head on my shoulders, as I was feeling a little excited over that Josh was changing my diapers. I didn’t want to get a hard-on and have Josh see that. I thought of other things to keep from getting a hard-on. While Josh un-pinned my wet diapers, he asked me if my parents always changed my diapers, or if I sometimes did it. I replied that since the accident, I’ve never changed myself. One of my parents always changed my diapers. “Doesn’t that make you feel like a baby, when they have to change your diapers all the time” Josh asked. Not now, but in the beginning it was weird have them change me and I did feel like a baby in having my diapers changed. But I try not to think about it, just like now, having you change my diapers.” I replied. Once my wet diaper was off, I took some wipe-ups and cleaned my diaper region off. After that was done, Josh slid the clean dry disposable diaper underneath me and sprinkled some baby powder over my groins and pulled the diaper snuggly in place and taped them up. “All set buddy, you’re dry and have a clean diaper on, get dressed and let’s get going.” Josh told me. I thanked him for changing my diapers and I asked him where he got good at changing diapers. Josh replied that he has an 8 year-old cousin who is handicapped and needs to wear diapers too. He baby-sits for his cousin once in a while and has to change his diapers, so that’s where he got to be an expert at changing diapers. Thank god that I didn’t get a complete hard-on, but I knew that Josh must have seen that I was getting a little excited. Josh didn’t say anything to me as he taped up my diaper. Josh did mention that my baby-blue disposable diapers were kinda cute on me. I put on a pair of Levi’s 560’s, they had more room in the seat and didn’t make it obvious that I was wearing diapers. After I dressed myself, I decided to bring along an extra disposable diaper with me, incase I needed a change, but I didn’t know how to go about it. Josh suggested that I carry a backpack, since school just let out for the summer, it wouldn’t be all that unusual for someone of my age to be carrying around a backpack. I stuffed the disposable diaper in the backpack along with a couple of books, just to make it more real. Once I was set to go, we headed to the red line bus stop and waited for our ride.

We got to the mall around 11:30am which both of us decided to visit the arcade. We played for only about ½ hr. and then decided to go shopping. Our first stop was Abercrombie & Fitch. I always liked the graphics of the stores photo boards. All these guys were buff and very well toned. As I looked that the photo boards I imagined that a disposable diaper would be sticking out from underneath one of the cute boys A&F boxer shorts. I didn’t let on to Josh about my feelings, even I wasn’t sure about them. I realized that the style was to have your boxer shorts visible above your waistline, but there would be no way that I could do this, even with wearing boxer shorts over my diapers. I didn’t want my diapers visible to anyone else, or at least not yet. I was just getting comfortable in having Josh and Jason seeing me just in my diapers. I tried on some cargo shorts, but Josh said that they were pretty slim and that it had an obvious bulky look about me. I was getting a little upset that very thing I tried on especially when it made my diapers obvious. I saw Josh talking to one of the sales guy, which both of them came over my way. The sales guy suggested that I try on one of the relaxed or easy fit cargo shorts. He said that these are made roomier in the seat and just might help someone with my condition. I asked Josh if he said anything to him and he said “Yes” Josh said it isn’t the first time he heard of this, anyway they are professionals, and it’s their jobs to help the customer. I was trying some on, when the sales guy came into the dressing room to give me another pair that he thought I might like. I was just standing there in my baby-blue disposable diaper (which by this point were damp) and my shirt. I felt like crawling underneath a rock, when he said to me “It’s no big deal, I’ve seen diapers on big kids before, in fact I have a kid brother that’s about the same age as you are and he still needs night diapers.” I couldn’t believe it that there was someone else my age that wore diapers besides Jason and myself. I continued to try on another pair of cargo shorts and pants, all in front of this sales guy. I felt a whole better knowing that it’s nothing new to him. He remarked that the ones I was trying on didn’t show much of my diapered state. He also added that it looks like I was pretty wet and it would be ok if I changed my diaper before leaving the store. I told him that I was ok but if I needed a change later on, could I come back and change them. He said that it would be OK. My purchases were that of some easy fit cargo shorts, some printed Hawaiian shirts and a pair of swim shorts. The sales guy even suggested that I buy some cotton square-cut briefs with the wide waistband. He said that if I wore them over my diapers, the wide waistband and the pouch would help conceal the diapers underneath the briefs. Mike the sales guy even gave me a pair to try on over my diapers and once I had them on I noticed that my diapers were completely covered up. They did seem to add a little more bulk once I pulled my jeans back on over my diapers and briefs, but they did seem to cut down on the crinkling of my diaper. I looked in the mirror with my jeans on without my shirt and all I noticed was the A&F briefs and not my diaper. This would be cool; I could wear my diapers and the briefs and not worry about my diaper showing. All that would be showing if I bent over would be the A&F briefs, which would be cool to show off anyway. I decided to buy 3-pairs of these square-cut briefs, two pairs of the large size and one pair in the medium size. Mike told me that the large size would accommodate a thicker diaper. He also told me that he purchased some for his younger brother to conceal his diapers. After exiting the dressing rooms and gathered my purchases, Mike thanked me for my purchases in return I thanked him for his professionalism.

We exited Abercrombie & Fitch and both of looked at each other and said, “Food Court” I got Chinese food and Josh got pizza. We both sat down and eat our meals and talked about Mike at Abercrombie & Fitch. Josh asked me “So who do you think his brother is. Since his brother is our age, do you think we know him! I don’t think I know of anyone else that wear diapers other than you.” “I’m not sure myself” I added. It didn’t even cross my mind that Jason wore them and didn’t know if Jason had an older brother. After finishing our meals, we got up which Josh said that he needed to use the restroom. I waited outside the restroom for Josh’s return and we both walked the mall and shopped some more. About an hour or so, I quietly told Josh that I was in need of a change. He asked me how was I planning on having my diapers changed. It would odd to see two teenage boys going into the same bathroom stall. I told him that Mike at Abercrombie & Fitch said that I could come back there to change if I wanted to. Josh agreed that it was probably best if we went back to A&F.

Once back inside A&F, I approached Mike and asked him if I could change. He said that it would be no problem. Mike told one of his co-workers that he was going to help a customer and that it might be a bit before he returned. He quietly told Josh to wait outside the dressing rooms, since it might be odd looking if he came with us. Mike showed me to a private dressing room, which even had a complete door on it, instead of one of those half doors like you normally might see. He opened up the door with his key and told me to go inside. I guess I was showing a bit of uneasiness, when Mike asked me if I needed help. I sheepishly said yes. “Well, like it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve changed a diaper on a fifteen year old. He told me to lie down so he could help me with my diaper. I lied down and he proceeded to unbuckle my jeans exposing the square-cut briefs I now had on over my diaper. Mike said to me… “See, I can’t even see your diaper underneath your briefs. They do a good job concealing your diaper. He pulled my jeans down then pulled the briefs away from my wet diaper. He pulled out a clean dry diaper out from my backpack. He un-taped my wet diaper and rolled it up. He slid the clean dry diaper up underneath me and expertly taped them up on each side. As he was changing my diapers, he commented that the diaper I was wearing was just like his kid brother wore. After my diaper was changed, I pulled up the square-cut briefs back over my diaper and then pulled my jeans back on and thanked Mike for changing me. Josh and I left the store, which Josh asked me if I had changed myself or if Mike had to help. I responded that Mike changed me. “Weren’t you abit embarrassed in having some complete stranger change your diapers. I mean you’re 15 years old, I think you can change your own diapers when your parents aren’t around can’t you”. Josh asked. “Yah, I know I should be changing myself, but it is a little hard changing them, especially with my arm in a cast. It’s just easier and quicker for someone to change my diapers” I replied. Josh replied that I was probably right, but it took guts to have that sales guy change your diaper.

We decided that we had enough shopping for one day so we took the Red Line home before 4:30 in the afternoon. Josh’s bus stop was before mine, so he got off first. Once home, I was loaded down with packages from the Mall, my mother asked me what I had purchased. I showed her the cargo shorts and the square-cut briefs from Abercrombie & Fitch, Jeans and other clothes from Old Navy, the Gap, etc. She asked me if I considered the type of pants when wearing diapers and then asked me why I purchased 3 pairs of cotton briefs when I know that I wouldn’t be able to wear them, since I had to wear diapers. I explained to her that these briefs would be worn over my diaper to conceal them and to cut down on the crinkling of my diaper. I also told her that tried on very pair of shorts and jeans and took in consideration of my diapers. My mom also asked if I needed a change, which I replied that I did. As she changed my diaper, she commented that she was surprised that the briefs did conceal my diaper. She also told me that maybe it was the right thing to buy those briefs to help conceal your diapers, as I might be in them for a while. She said they’ll probably help when you return to school this fall. She didn’t come right out and say to me that I would be wearing diapers to school this fall, but she implied it. After she quickly changed my diaper she went back into the kitchen to finish dinner. The phone rang and my mom said it was for me. I answered the phone, it Jason was on the other side. He asked me if I wanted to come over for supper. I told him to hang on and I’d ask my parents. My mom told me that it would be ok, but I needed to be back by 8:30pm. I returned to the phone and told Jason that it was OK with my parents and I would be over within a ½ hour. Before I left the house for Jason’s, my mom asked me if I needed a change or add some extra absorbency. I told her that it probably would be in my best interest if I added a diaper liner inside my disposable diaper. She quickly changed my dry diaper for one with a diaper liner inside. At least now I wouldn’t have to worry about changing my diaper over at Jason’s, especially if Jason’s parents weren’t aware of my condition. I kept the A&F brief on over my diaper, but it added a little more bulk to my jeans, but Jason knew that I wore diapers.

Once I was at Jason’s, he greeted me at the door. This was the first time I was at Jason’s, since we just got to know each other since Church and at my house last Sunday. If it wasn’t for the diaper thing, I don’t think that I would be having dinner right now at Jason’s. He introduced me to his parents. They both seemed very pleasant. His mother told the both of us that dinner would be ready in about ½ hour. Jason asked me if I wanted to see his room and play a quick Nintendo game. I said sure as we went to his room. In his room he had a huge computer desk with his own personal computer, printer and scanner. He also had a complete Nintendo 64 game pack. I was impressed with all the gadgets he had. The controllers were lying on the floor next to his computer chair. As he bent forward to pick up the controls, I noticed a disposable diaper (that resembled Pampers or at least that’s what they looked liked) sticking out from his pants. I asked him why he was wearing a diaper at his house, since he had daytime control for the most part. He told me that he had an accident this morning and when I have an accident I have to wear diapers for the rest of the day. I replied “Well at least I’m not the only one in a diaper”. After I had made that comment Jason tucked in his shirt into his jeans and we both sat down and played a video game. I asked Jason if I embarrassed him by noticing that he was diapered. “No not really, I guess I was a little surprised that you noticed that I was wearing one.” Jason replied. “Well, it’s a little hard not to notice when you see the plastic sticking out from your pants and the noticeable crinkling sound when you move about. Anyway I think you look pretty cute in a diaper,” I added. I couldn’t believe that I actually said that. I know that I was thinking it, but to say it out loud was another thing. “Thanks, you too!” Then I asked Jason what type of disposable diaper he was wearing. I knew that they weren’t Attends or the Peadouce or even Depends, but they seemed to resemble Pampers. He told me that they just had came out with a new larger size of Pampers called “Pampers Kidsâ” Jason showed me the package and I was amazed to see that they were available in 3 sizes. Large was up to 75lbs, XL was from 75lbs to 100lbs and the XXL was for kids over 100lbs. It had a colorful package, with a picture of the diaper. Next to the diaper were kids fitting the description of the respected. You couldn’t see the diapers on the kids, some of them being Jason’s and my age, but the idea was there, that they all wore diapers. Underneath the picture was the wording, “Discreet disposable protection for older children and teenagers”. I just couldn’t believe it! Pampers made in our size, Just like regular baby diapers, but bigger. Jason even showed me one from the package. The diaper even had some prints on the front of the diaper. Instead of rattles, duckies and the sorted baby stuff, these had sailboats, anchors etc. Cool huh. I pulled down the waist band of my jeans exposing just the A&F square-cut briefs and told him that these work great concealing your diaper and even helps with the crinkling sound. Jason told me that he too has some of those, but he normally only wears them if he has to wear diapers out in public and not at home. At this point I didn’t connect what had happened earlier at A&F, but I would soon make the connection.

After we played our game, his mother called us for dinner. I trailed Jason as we walked into the dining room. I was shocked to see Mike sitting at one of the chairs. Jason introduced me to his big brother. Mike sat up and shook my hand and winked at me, as in saying “So look it’s diaper boy.” Mike didn’t say a word about what had happened at his store earlier in the day. Well at least I know who his brother is and why he is so good at changing diapers, I bet he’s changed Jason numerous of times. While we were eating at the dinner table, I felt a little uneasy with Mike looking at me at times. I could just think what he was thinking, two teenage boys, still in diapers. What a bunch of babies! After dinner Jason and I excused our selves from the dinner table, Jason whispered something in Mike’s ear. Mike left the room and entered Jason’s room and came out holding one of Jason’s Pampers in one hand and started to walk toward another bedroom. Jason told me that I could go into his room while he took care of something. Of course I knew that Jason needed a diaper change, but I guess Jason didn’t want to admit that he had wet his daytime diaper. While I was playing in Jason’s room Jason and Mike exited the bedroom and Mike was holding a rolled up diaper in his hand as he started to go toward the kitchen, Mike asked me if he could speak to me. I got up and left Jason’s bedroom. Mike quietly asked me if I also needed my diaper changed. I told him that I was ok, that I was wearing a double diaper and could go without a change for the evening. Mike told me that Jason has plenty of diapers, so if you need a change, I can change you into one of Jason’s Pampers. I really wanted to wear one of those “Pampers Kidsâ”, so I sheepishly said to Mike, “Yah, I’m wet, I guess I could use a change.” “I sorta thought so” Mike replied. Go ahead and go into that bedroom, I’ll be with you in a minute”. I entered the bedroom, where just moments ago, Jason had his diaper changed. Mike enters the room with a clean dry “Pampers KidsÔ” in his hand just waiting for me. Mike unbuckled my pants and slid the jeans and the briefs them off of me. He un-taped my wet diaper and cleaned me up. Before you knew it, a clean dry Pamper was slid underneath me and carefully taped in place. I just loved the feeling of these thick disposable diapers on me. They looked just like regular baby diapers. As he finished diapering me, he said, “There you go cowboy, all nice and comfy. Don’t worry about wearing diapers, I don’t think any less of you because you have to wear diapers. Take a look at Jason, he needs to wear them at night for his constant bedwetting. But he could control himself during the daytime if he really wanted too, but as long as he has daytime accidents, the rule is if he has one, he has to wear diapers during the daytime. Clearly he doesn’t mind wearing diapers and I don’t mind changing his diapers and my parents don’t mind that their 15-year old son still requires diapers”. Mike said to me. After what Mike had said to me, I returned to Jason’s room and played a game of Nintendo. Jason said to me “Aren’t these Pampers really comfortable”. I replied “Yes they really are”. I stayed at Jason’s house for another hour or so then I needed to head home.

Once I got home, my father told me to get ready for bedtime. Once again I lied down on my bed and my father took off pants exposing my shamefully wet Pamper. As he took off my leg bandages and cleaned up my leg wounds, he commented on the diaper that I was wearing. I told him that I needed a change, so Jason’s older brother changed me into one of Jason’s diapers. He also asked me what they were called. I replied that they were “Pampers KidsÔ” disposable diapers. “You know son, that these diapers you have on, fit you quite well and they seem to hold up with your wetness. Although I noticed that these diapers have a design on the front of them, just a baby diaper would have on them. How do you feel about having a design on them, Tim?” As he was saying this, he place a thick overnight cloth diaper on me and pinned them in place and placed a pair of snap-on plastic pants underneath my diapers and snapped them up over my diapers.

“Well, it’s not exactly like the design or print on the front of these diapers are really babyish, they are kinda geared up for older children and teenagers like myself. Instead of duckies and storybook characters, these prints are of sailboats, anchors and such. I think that they are pretty cool. Anyway I have plastic pants with prints on them and you don’t say anything about them.” I told my father. “I guess your right about the prints, maybe the next time we need to get you some more diapers, we’ll pick up a package of these “Pampers KidsÔ” disposable diapers for you” my dad replied. “Cool, I would like that, that way Jason and I would be wearing the same type of diaper.” I replied back. After my father finished diapering me, he walked toward the door and said “Good night Son, see you in the morning. We have your doctors appointment in the morning, so get a good nights sleep.” He turned off the light as he left and I snuggled up in bed and drifted off to sleep wearing nothing but my comfy thick cloth diapers and plastic pants.

The next morning I woke up and my father came in and took off my leg bandages, un-snapped my plastic pants, un-pinned my wet cloth diaper and told me to take a shower before breakfast. Just before I jumped in the shower my father wrapped my arm cast in a stretch, shrink-wrap type plastic film to prevent my cast from getting wet. I was thinking to my self about how I wear plastic over my diaper so everything stays nice and dry on the outside, then I wear plastic on my arm cast to keep the lining nice and dry on the inside. Ironic isn’t it. After my shower I dried myself off and went into my room and tried to tape a Peaudouceä disposable diaper myself. My father walked in and told asked me what I was doing. I told him that I want to start changing my own diapers, but I was having a difficult time. “Well, young man, I wonder why. With your arm still in a cast, I bit it is pretty difficult trying to change your own diaper. I know that wearing diapers is pretty hard on a young man like yourself, especially if you need someone to change them for you. But tell you what, until you have the cast removed from your arm, your mother or I will change your diaper. You don’t have to feel embarrassed about us changing your diapers. We’ve done it many times since you got out of the hospital. After your cast is removed and you feel ok enough to change your own diaper, then we’ll let you change your own diaper. But anytime after that if you feel that you want us to change you, don’t be afraid to ask, we’re here for you.” my father told me. My father taped up my thick disposable diaper in place and then proceeded to change my leg wrappings. After all this was done, I put on some jeans and a T-shirt and headed to the kitchen for breakfast before my doctor’s appointment.

We arrived at the hospital around 10am; we headed to the 10th floor where my doctor’s appointment was scheduled. Once in his office, the nurse checked my vital signs and said the doctor will be in shortly. I was a little uneasy, since I wet my diaper just abit. I don’t think my parents were aware that I was wet, but I’m sure that the doctor will find out. The doctor came into the room and asked me how I was feeling. I told him that for the most part I was feeling good. My legs didn’t really bother me anymore, but my arm really itches. “Well, once your arm cast is off, that will stop” the doctor told me. “What about your other problem. How are you doing with it?” he asked. “What other problem” I asked, not thinking about my incontinence. “I’m talking about your wetting, I noticed that you are wearing diapers” he asked me. I told him that I was a little frustrated that this condition was going on longer than what I was expecting, but I was getting use to wearing diapers all the time. My parents also told the doctor that at first he didn’t want to wear them, but we both finally agreed that wearing diapers would be the best solution for me, instead of wetting myself uncontrollably. The doctor agreed with my parents that this was probably the best solution for me at this time. He also asked my parents to have a seat in the waiting room as he examined me.

My parents left the room and the doctor told me to go ahead and get undressed. I felt a little uneasy having him see me just in my diaper, but he already knew about them so it really wasn’t all that big of a deal. I took off my shirt and then my jeans and hopped back up on the examining table. The doctor then proceeded to take off my leg bandages and examined my leg. He told me that my leg was healing to the point where if you want to leave the bandages off you can. But he did suggest that if I was going out to play, where there might be the chance of my leg getting dirty, then you might want to re-bandage your leg. He told me that he was going to bandaged up my leg, since it was hospital rules. He went into the supply cabinet and brought out some supplies and cleaned up my leg and wrapped my leg in fresh bandages. Once this was done he said to me that it looked like I was really wet and I could stand to use a diaper change. He went back into the supply cabinet and brought back one of those Attendsä disposable diapers. As he carefully un-taped my wet diaper, he said to me…“I never seen the diapers like this before, especially on an older boy like yourself” commenting on the light blue plastic and the rather cute designs on the front of the diaper. I told him that they were the “New” Peaudouce disposable diapers for older children and teenagers. “They kinda look like regular baby diapers to me,” He added. “There not that bad, I actually like them. They protect me pretty good, anyway no one is going to see my diaper” I replied back. While we were talking the doctor wiped my groin area with a baby wipe. He then proceeded to place the fresh clean dry diaper underneath me and taped them snuggly up in place. As he was placing the diaper on me, he said to me that my mom said to him that we tried using Goodnitesä but they leaked so the best protection for me was a regular type diaper. He also told me that I shouldn’t worry about wearing diapers, after all that I wasn’t the only young man that needed to wear them. He explained that about 1 in 100 young boys like you wear diapers for some reason or another. Boy was he right, just look at Jason, I told myself. After all this was said and done, he checked my x-ray on my arm. He told me that it was healing well, that I should be able to shed the cast in about a month or so. Well at least now I knew how long I was to be diapered by my parents.

After my examination, my parents were asked to come back into the room where the doctor told them about my leg and arm healing quite nicely. After that I exited the examining room with my parents just behind me. The doctor stopped my parents just outside the room and told me to go head to the nurse’s station and pick up some more prescriptions for bandages and the such. As I was walking toward the nurse’s station, the doctor told my parents that it might be sometime before he gains his bladder control. It appears that the damage to the bladder was worse than he expected and maybe after the leg healed completely and my arm was out of the cast, I should be able to have an operation to try to correct the bladder damage. He also told them that it was very likely that I would have to wear diapers for the rest of my life. My parents were shocked at hearing this, but told the doctor that they would do what ever it took to make me well again, even if it meant buying diapers for me for a lifetime. My parents joined me at the nurse’s station, but never said a word to me about what the doctor had explained to them.

After we got home I called Josh and asked him what he was up to today. He said that he was babysitting his cousin but that I could come over, since he couldn’t leave his house. I asked my parents and they told that it would be ok for the afternoon. Before I left for Josh’s house my father came into my room and asked if I needed a change before leaving. I told him that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea if I had a fresh dry diaper on. My father went into my supply closet and took out one of those Pampers Kidsä disposable diapers and un-taped my wet diaper. “I guess you really needed a diaper change. You’re pretty wet already” my father told me. “Yea, I guess I wet myself after the doctor’s office, but really didn’t want to say anything, since I just had my diaper changed at the doctors office.” I replied. “There’s no reason why you should have to sit in a wet diaper. If you need a diaper change, then just ask us. I’m sure that you’d rather be in nice comfy dry diaper over one’s that’s wet, isn’t that right Tim?” my father asked me. Yeah, I guess your right, a dry diaper is much better than a wet one any day.” I replied. I asked my dad when he had purchased the Pampers and he told me that he purchased them earlier this morning. Once one of the Pampers Kidsä was slid underneath me and taped up in place I pulled up my jeans and walked over to Josh’s house. I decided not to wear the A&F square-cut briefs over my newly purchased Pampers, as I wanted to get the feel of wearing Pampers underneath my jeans. As I walked to Josh’s house I couldn’t help but notice the crinkling sound my diaper made with every step of the way. Just think, I was 15 and wearing disposable diapers. Not just any type of disposable diaper, actually regular disposable style baby diapers, but bigger to fit kids like me, Pamper Kidsä. I was in heaven.

I arrived at Josh’s house within about 10 minutes and rang the doorbell. Josh answered the door and invited me in. he told me that he was playing Nintendo with his cousin in his room. Josh’s Nintendo couldn’t compare to Jason’s set up, but I couldn’t complain, at least Josh had one. I wasn’t sure what type of handicap Josh’s cousin had, but I was introduced to him. His name was Matt, he was 8 years old and sat in a wheelchair. Josh told me that Matt had cerebral palsy and had a difficult time walking. I knew that one of Josh’s cousin wore diapers but wasn’t sure if Matt wore them. Matt’s pants were on the bulky side to make me suspicious enough. Since Josh and Matt were already into a game, I sat next to them watching them. Every time when Matt scored some major points he would throw up his arms like a goal post in victory. As he did this, my suspicions were confirmed. I saw plastic pants sticking out from his pants. Matt wasn’t aware that I had seen his plastic pants or was he aware that I knew that he wore diapers or even better yet, that I too wore diapers.

After this game had ended, Josh quietly asked Matt if he needed a change. Matt quietly said, “No, I don’t want Tim to find out”. I wasn’t suppose to hear this but I did. Matt told Josh that he was going into the kitchen for a drink. He rolled his wheelchair out Josh’s room. Josh explained to me that Matt was very embarrassed about having to wear diapers and that he didn’t want me to find out. I told Josh that maybe if he saw you changing my diapers then maybe he’d be more comfortable with his own diapers. Josh agreed and told me to lie down on the floor and got up and retrieved one of the Pampers KidsÔ from my backpack that I now carried with me pretty much all the time. Josh had just finished taking off my pants and started to un-tape my disposable diaper when Matt returned to the room. Matt’s eyes widened when he saw me with my diaper exposed and the clean dry diaper lying next to me. “You wear diapers too Tim?” Matt exclaimed. “Yah, I was in an auto accident and left me incontinent and now I need to wear diapers all the time. If it wasn’t for my arm in a cast, I could change my own diapers, but Josh has done it before and said he’d do it again today.” I replied. All the while I was having my diaper changed, Matt looked in surprise that I wore diapers, after all I was fifteen. Generally fifteen year olds don’t wear diapers, but Matt now knew different that even teenagers could still wear diapers. After Josh finished taping up the fresh dry diaper on me, I pulled up my jeans over my shameful disposable diaper. Josh once again asked Matt if he needed a change and reluctantly, Matt said, “Yes”. Josh went over to Matt’s wheelchair and pulled the back straight down so Matt was lying down and then the arms of the wheelchair folded down. I hadn’t realized that wheelchairs could become like a bed, but a little shorter of course. I was surprised to see that Matt was wearing jeans with snaps down the legs. You really couldn’t tell that the jeans were that type. I guess it made sense that if you were confined to a wheelchair and needed a change this would be the type to wear. After his pants were un-snapped, Matt was lying there in his plastic pants and shirt. His plastic pants were also of the snap-on variety. Josh un-snapped his plastic pants and revealed a disposable diaper and not a cloth diaper what I though he had on. Matt told me that his mother had him wear plastic pants over the disposable diaper encase the diaper leaked. Josh un-taped his soaked diaper and placed a clean dry diaper in place and taped them up snuggly in place. He then snapped his plastic pants back over his disposable diaper and proceeded to snap his jeans back in place. I said to Matt “Isn’t a dry diaper far more comfortable than a wet one”. All he could do was to agree with me.

After the both of us had our diapers changed, Josh, Matt and myself played a game of Nintendo together. While we were playing the game I mentioned to Josh that this coming weekend, my parents and I were planning on a weekend trip to the beach house. I told him that I invited Jason along but I also wanted Josh to come too. Josh knew Jason, but I didn’t think that Josh knew anything about Jason’s bedwetting and his need for night diapers or even that Jason wore them during the daytime. Josh had asked me why was Jason planning on coming along and I explained to Josh that both our parents were good friends and they planned on being out of town that weekend and didn’t think it was a good idea that Jason stay by himself. My parents offered the invitation to Jason and he accepted. The three of us were friends but not as close as Josh and I were; of course that was changing due to the fact that Jason and I wore the same type of underwear at night and sometimes during the daytime. Josh accepted that I needed to wear diapers and even changed twice, but I was unsure how Josh would react once he found out that Jason wore them too. Having your best friend still in diapers is one thing, but to have another friend wear diapers for bedwetting and wearing them during the daytime because he still has accidents could be another. I wasn’t planning on telling Josh about Jason’s predicament. He would have to find this out on his own. Josh and I talked so more and Josh thought it would be fun to play in the sun and water this weekend so he accepted my invitation too. Josh asked me if Jason knew about my condition in which I replied that Jason knew that I wore diapers and didn't have a problem with it.

After about a few hours playing at Josh’s house I decided to go home. Matt told me that he was glad to meet someone else that wore diapers, especially someone that is older than he was. I told him that he shouldn’t be ashamed that he needed to wear diapers. I also told him that when I learned that I was going to have to wear diapers again, I was embarrassed what others would think, but now I would rather wear a diaper for protection than go around wetting my pants in public. Diapers are far more comfortable than wet pants or a wet cold bed. I continued in saying to Matt that I have now gotten use to wearing diapers and I’m pretty much comfortable that I wear diapers and you shouldn’t be embarrassed about wearing diapers. After Matt and I finished our conversation, I told Josh that I would talk to him tomorrow and let him know what time we were going away for the weekend and what time he could be expected to be picked up. As I walked home, I felt myself wetting my diaper. My diaper must have been already wet as my diaper leaked through my pants causing a small wet spot to appear. I hurried home as quickly as I could, in fear that someone would notice that I had wet my pants. As I entered the house and walked into the living room where my father was, greeted me and looked at me and said “Looks like somebody wet themselves to the point where it soak through to your pants. Go on up to your bedroom and we’ll get you changed.” All I said to my dad was “Thanks”. I was glad that my dad wasn’t upset that I had over saturated my diaper and leaked. As pulled off my jeans and lied down on my bed, my dad walked into my room and retrieved another one of the Pampers KidsÔ and changed my very wet diaper. As he was diapering me, he did admit that he figured that once in awhile they’d expect for my diaper to leak. But he told me that if I leaked and wet my outer clothes, I might have to start wearing a thicker daytime diaper to contain an afternoon’s worth of wettings. I really didn’t want to wear an obvious thick daytime diaper underneath my jeans or shorts. Wearing these Pampers KidsÔ was thick enough for somebody to suspect that I was wearing diapers, but not too much to hide that I was diapered. Once I was changed, I put on a pair of sweat pants over my diapers as my jeans were wet and went into the laundry. I walked out of my room and I could hear the crinkling sound even more with the sweat pants I now had on. Oh well, I didn’t care. It just felt nice wearing nice comfy Pampers KidsÔ disposable diapers.

I decided to go outside and sit on the back deck of our home. I enjoyed quiet evenings like this and with all the quiet around the house, every time I moved about, you could hear the crinkling sound of my disposable diaper. Just as I was getting comfortable, Jason appeared on the deck. I was surprised to see him, but this wasn’t the first time he showed up unannounced. “How’s it going Tim?” Jason asked. “Oh, I’m alright, I guess” I answered back. Jason noticing my vague answer asked me what was wrong. I told Jason that I had asked Josh to come for the weekend getaway, and Josh has asked me why you were coming. I told him that your parents were going to be out of town and they didn’t want you to say home alone, so my parents asked your parents. I’m not sure on how Josh will handle you telling him that you also wear diapers. Jason just replied that maybe he shouldn’t tell him and that maybe Josh should find out on his own. I won’t tell him that I need diapers for my bedwetting or that on those occasions I wear them during the daytime. If he notices them sticking out of my pants or hears them crinkle underneath my pajamas and asks me why, I’ll tell him then. We both agreed that this would the best way to handle this rather bulky and sticky situation. As we were talking I could tell that Jason could hear the crinkling of my own disposable diaper underneath my sweat pants. He didn’t say anything, but he smiled every time I moved about. We talked for about an hour in which Jason decided to go back to his house. All the time while Jason was over, I couldn’t detect if Jason was wearing a daytime diaper or not. His pants didn’t seem too bulky, but with jeans, sometimes it’s hard to tell. Maybe he decided to wear his regular underwear tonight. Oh well, at least I knew that he needed them at night and during this coming weekend, I’ll have someone else that wears diapers to bed.