I was potty trained around 6, but somehow continued liking to see other kids wearing diapers, although I at first never missed the diapers myself.

At the age of 13 I started getting into puberty, And I for some reason started going to the diaper aisle when in the stores, and I liked to look at the various brands of diapers and started dreaming about wearing them again some day, but it remained a dream, and instead I started visiting diaper sites like this.

My best friend is Tom. We are the same age and are in the same class. We have been around since we were small kids, and we have very much fun together. We also slept over by each other, until Tom suddenly stopped inviting me and turned down my invitations for him to sleep over at my place. I was very unhappy about this, because we always enjoyed those sleepovers very much. We never did any real dirty things, but... I asked Tom why he turned down my invitations, but he only answered it didn't fit in.

Last summer when we were both 14 my parents had to go away for some days and because it was a business trip I unfortunately couldn't go with them. Mom had talked with Tom's mom and she invited me to stay with them. I was very happy, but Tom didn't at all seem to like it. When going to bed the first evening Tom said I could use the bathroom first and he would go afterwards. I was a bit surprised, because earlier we had always been at the bathroom together, but I assumed he wanted some privacy. Tom was ready when I got back to his room, but I was surprised to find him wearing a sweatpant; previously we both slept in boxer briefs.

After getting into bed we for fun started fighting and wrestling, and I by accident ended up pulling down Tom's sweatpants. To my surprise I saw him wearing a diaper. Tom was totally humiliated and started crying. He told he had become a bedwetter when getting into puberty. He would probably outgrow it, but in the meantime he had to wear diapers to bed. That was why he had stopped inviting me over and turned down my invitations, and he admitted becoming horrified when his mom had invited me to stay over. I hugged him and told he was my best friend and I promised never ever to tell anybody about it.

I started asking him about the diapers, and he admitted he had started liking them, at least it was very much better than waking up in a wet bed. My heart made a big jump when Tom asked if I wanted to try one. As I had never diapered myself he had to help me doing it, and I became very excited. I liked the feeling of wearing diapers, they felt warm, soft and comfy, and I felt like a little kid again. Soon we both fell asleep.

When waking up the next morning I immediately recognized that nice feeling of the diapers, but they felt more bulky than I actually was aware of last night. Tom said good morning and asked if I had wet. I said i of course had not. Suddenly I felt tom's hand into the front of my diaper and he laughingly said that I then obviously had at least one very wet dream. I put my own hand into the diaper and noticed to my great surprise that they seemed soaked. No doubt I had wet during the night. This was totally unexpected. We had drunk some coke the night before but I usually have a good control and had not wet the bed for about 5 or 6 years. Tom noticed my concern but comforted me and said that because of the diapers no harm was done. When getting out of bed a little later I noticed that my diaper looked just as wet as Tom's, so we just pulled them off and went for a shower. This time we had no secrets any longer and went to the bathroom together.

The next night Tom didn't even ask, he just gave me a diaper and said you seem to need this. I nodded and tried to put it on, but still needed some help. During the night I woke up having to pee, but as I was on the inside of Tom and didn't want to wake him up by crawling over him I peed in the diaper. It felt so good, and I now knew I really liked diapers and wanted to start wearing them myself but knew that tomorrow my parents would be back, so then again boxer-briefs would become my pyjama-pants.

I woke up by feeling Tom putting his hand into my soaked diaper, and I put my hand into his and notice he was very wet. I felt he had an erection, and he probably also felt that I had one. Tom hugged me and said he was glad I also was a bedwetter. I told him I was not, it was probably the knowledge of wearing diapers which had made me wet.

Upon going to bed at home again I really missed the diapers, and I started wondering I have should be able to get my own ones. It took some time to fall asleep that first evening, but when finally in my sleep I was dreaming about diapers. You can probably guess what happened; when I woke up the next morning I had wet the bed. Fortunately mom was cool about it and regarded it as a single accident. She even didn't say anything when it happened some days later, but when it happened a 3rd time within less than 2 weeks she said perhaps you better start wearing some protection during night. I screamed, "yes" within myself, but pretended being sad and embarrassed.

A few days later I took the final step; I totally soaked my bed on purpose. I actually was embarrassed of having done it deliberately, but at the same time I hoped it would have some effect. I was not disappointed. When coming home from school that very day I found a pack of Attends in my room. I was so happy and excited, but pretended being humiliated. After that I have worn diapers to bed every night. I have become so used to them that I now quite often wet during my sleep without noticing. I some times but them on quite early in the evening, then it happens that I wet when chatting or playing on my computer. Tom of course like that I now also wear diapers to bed, we often stay over with each other. I think that my parents know that I like the diapers, they have often seen me in just a diaper and t-shirt in the evenings or on weekend or non-school mornings. They say nothing, except some times in the morning when they think it is time to change out of the wet diapers.

I also some time wet my pants, so about 1-2 times a month. Some times it is real accidents, but often I am too busy doing things to go home or behind some trees to pee. Tom also pees his pants, but that is more seldom, about 4-5 times a year. We consider starting wearing diapers when being at concerts, movies, watching sports-games etc. that must be more convenient than running for the rest room and miss some great happenings.

Diapers are cool!