It all started when I was six years old. I always had an interest in diapers but never wanted to admit it. My little brother was 2 and wore pampers; it was about 1980. The Pampers were very thick. I would examine them when my mom would ask me to get a diaper for him during his changes. I would always watch, as she would change him. My mother was going out of town on this occasion for the weekend and taking my little brother with her. I was to be left at one of her friends' house, who had two girls and a boy. He was 4 but still wore Pampers all the time. He had nothing wrong; I guess he just had a hard time potty training. I thought it was very interesting and asked him a thousand questions. I asked, "Do you feel like a baby? Are they really thick? Are you embarrassed when you get your diaper changed?" He just acted like it was just normal so I stopped asking questions. We would play and his diaper would crinkle, I couldn't keep my eyes off of it.

His sisters were older, 5 and 12. The 12 year old would check his diaper every now and then. When bedtime came around it was bath time the brother and sister got undressed and into the bath. After they were finished the twelve-year-old told them to go to the bedroom to get ready for bed. When they came into the bedroom big sis said lets get you guys in your diapers. I was amazed that they just acted like it was a normal thing. I knew he wore diapers but I didn't know she did too. she laid down on the bed and her big sis powdered her and then picked up a pamper and slid it under her bottom and pulled it up between her legs and taped it up. I was amazed and a little embarassed for her. Then the brother lay down for the same thing. Then she said, "Devon go take a bath." I went into the bathroom kind of jealous but kind of of scared, also. What if she wants me to wear a diaper to bed? Oh no!

I finished my bath and got dried off. When I walked out of the bathroom the little brother and sister were in PJs watching TV. I walked into the bedroom and noticed the baby powder and a diaper on the bed. I was so scared but also kind of of excited. Then Big sis walked in and said, "let's get you diapered for bed." I just froze, I said, "I don't wear diapers! I'm a big kid!" She said her mom wanted me to since I wasn't at home and might have an accident. Then she motioned to the bed and said, "Come on, it's okay, lay down; it will be quick."

I slowly walked over to the bed and kind of got tears in my eyes as I said, "I'm not a baby." She was very gentle as she powdered me and said, "it's okay, the other kids wear them, too." As I lay naked on my back she unfolded the Pamper and lifted my bottom up as she slid the diaper under me. It was very soft and when she pulled it up between my legs I started to cry a little. She taped it up and said, "there you go, all done."

I stood up and the diaper was so thick it made me walk funny. I put on my PJs. Then big sis said go watch TV for a while. I felt like a baby as I walked to the living room, all the crinkling and such. I sat down to watch TV and the other kids said nothing about me being in diapers. When bedtime came big sis asked if we needed our diapers changed and I said no. Off to bed we went. The next morning I woke up dry the other two were wet, big sis checked me and said I could take my diaper off if I wanted but I didn't. She changed the other two and we played all day. I never wet the diaper; at lunchtime I took it off and used the bathroom. When bedtime came it was the same routine I got diapered and went on to bed. I have always from that time been a diaper lover I would steal them and wear them whenever I got the chance. I still do every now and then.