Mr. Martin and his hired hand mounted horses to ride the three miles up north pasture to mend fences. Mrs. Martin was out weeding her garden. The girls took Lloyd on a sight seeing walk in the nearby wooded area.

Although Lloyd was beginning to be more relaxed around the girls he still was not so sure how he felt about being the only boy.

"We come out here to play a lot." Clara told Lloyd.

"Where we going?" The boy asked.

"We're going to show you our secret play house…. I mean our Fort!" Martha used boy's terms to describe the tree house her dad had made for the girls.

"You have a Fort out here?" Lloyd's interest shown on his face.

"Yeah, and nobody but us know about it." Clara told while she skipped along beside her sister.

"My friend, Billy, has a hid-out where we go and it's really cool." Lloyd told.

"Look!" Martha pointed.

"I don't see anything." Lloyd could only see trees and undergrowth. There was a leaf-covered pathway.

"There!" Again Martha pointed.

"Over by that tree." Clara pointed.

"OH Yeah. A Tree house!" Lloyd started running towards it.

Standing under the tree Martha reached out for a heavy rope with several knots tied in it. "This is the only way up… Can you climb a rope, Lloyd?" She asked.

"Of course, I'm a boy, aren't I?" Taking the rope from Martha he pulled himself up and disappeared through the hole leading into the 'Fort' but Lloyd was not ready for what he found inside.

He stood on the floor looking around at the very girly interior. Martha soon joined him followed by Clara.

"You like?" Martha asked.

"Ugh, I guess. Why you painted it pink, and curtains, looks like a girls…….!" Lloyd said it before thinking.

"A girls play house? Because we are girls and it is our play house!" Martha confirmed.

"Yeah right." Lloyd gave in.

For the next few minutes they sat on the bench talking about this and that. Lloyd was glad his friends could not see him right now. But he was surprised to discover he was enjoying his cousins company.

Then Clara asked, "How come you peed the bed last night?"

Lloyd ducked his head feeling very embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I really don't do that, I don't know why."

"I do, I know why?" Martha spoke up with a silly grin.

The other two kids looked at her waiting for her to explain.

"You do… why?" Lloyd asked.

"Cause you're a boy and boy's pee a lot. Do you poop too?" Martha asked.

Half laughing and half angered at her question Lloyd answered, "No.. Do you poop?"

All three laughed making Lloyd feel better. He never knew girls would talk about such things.

It was discussed and determined that both boys and girls do pee and poop but Martha insisted that boys like to mess their pants and that is why Lloyd must wear diapers.

"I really don't know why I peed the bed last night, I haven't done that in a long time." He said.

"I baby sit a little boy that pees and poops all the time, I get to change his diapers." Martha said as if proud.

"I know, your mom told me. You just said you get to diaper him, do you really like to change him? It seems so messy and smelly." Lloyd wrinkled up his nose.

"Sure I do. I play like I am his mommy, I like to hold him too." Martha told.

Clara was sitting and shaking her legs back and forth listening to each word. The idea of changing a boy's diaper set her heart beating faster.

"I wouldn't mind changing a boy's diaper. I watched Martha do it sometimes." Clara grinned.

"Who's going to change you, Lloyd?" Martha gave him a look that sent a shiver down his spine.

"I can do it myself!" He quickly responded not really knowing the first thing about diapering. He hoped that would put an end to these girls expectations.

Clara took on a look of disappointment, but Martha reminded him that it would be her mom and herself that would change him.

"Does that make you nervous, Lloyd, to have a girl change your diapers?" Martha giggled.

It was not so much of what she said but the way she said it that gave Lloyd the willies. He wasn't quite ready to be exposed in front of the girls and he realized if they were to change his diapers that just would happen.

It got rather quiet in the playhouse for a while. Each girl was doing her own thinking while Lloyd wished someone would make at least a little noise.

Martha finally spoke. "Lloyd… I know you must be thinking it may be…. how should I put it?….. What I mean is it might seem weird for you to have a girl change your diapers, but I think after you had it done a few times you might get use to it. Billy, the boy I baby sit, cried the first time I changed him, but after that he just lets me do it anytime."

Clara looked at Lloyd waiting for his reaction. Martha just looked at him and smiled but Lloyd was not so convinced.

"I know you're my cousins and all, but you are still girls. I don't think many boys would like it to have a girl… you know, undress them. I mean, you being my cousins and all it might be ok but I just don't feel right about having even you guys doing it for me." Finally Lloyd got courage to say what was bothering him about it.

Again the room quieted down a while as the kids sat thinking.

"I have an idea…!" Martha took a deep breath then…..

"There is nobody here but sis and I and nobody will need to ever know anyway… I was just thinking that if you would let us…. Ugh! We could, maybe…. You know… do something that would help you get over being afraid. Wanta try it?" Martha stuttered.

"I am not afraid, it's only, well, having a girl messing with me, I mean, undressing me, you know, putting diapers on me," Lloyd responded. And if he could he felt like just leaving the tree house.

Clara wasn't sure what Martha was thinking, but was wondering if Lloyd would go along with it. She sat on the edge of the bench after Martha brought up the question.

Lloyd had no idea what she was talking about either. But he was willing to listen to anything that would ease his uneasiness. Well, nearly anything.

"Do what?" he held his breath.

"Let's play like we are changing your diaper! " Martha almost whispered.

Clara responded, "Yeah! Do it, Lloyd."

"Would I have to take all my clothes off?" Lloyd was not only shy about this but his face showed embarrassment. He felt his heart beating harder.

"No one can see us here and no one can hear us… But after you do it you'll no longer be shy anymore!" Martha started pulling at his T- shirt.

"But… But… you'll see me." Lloyd was not only embarrassed he was confused.

Clara started to say something, but Martha quickly held her hand over her sister's mouth.

Martha explained, "If you will let us play like we're changing your diaper then you won't be embarrassed when we have to change you tonight."

"Tonight… maybe your mom could do it." Lloyd knew sooner or later he would be put into diapers again but he wasn't thinking it would be so soon.

"Momma is a girl." Clara spoke up.

"Oh yeah, I knew that." The boy sat back on the bench.

Lloyd had to make a decision and soon because Martha was getting things ready for the play like diaper change.

"Wait a minute…" He pulled his T-shirt back into place. "What makes you think if I undress in front of you I won't be embarrassed tonight?"

"Because we would have already seen you and it would not be something new for you. Sort of like easing in to it so to speak."

But Martha added that this would be only like playing house and would not really be changing his diaper.

"You mean you only want to 'play like' your changing me?" Lloyd seemed to relax a bit. He then told them if they are only going to make a game of it he might let them.

Lloyd stood up. At that very moment he felt the urge to pee.

"I… Well, I gotta go pee right now!" He started to head out of the tree house. But Martha and Clara blocked his way.

"You don't understand, I really-- really have to go pee!" Lloyd was now holding tight between his legs and standing on one foot then the other.

"Clara, get the pot." Martha directed.

Clara opened a cupboard and came back with a large old fashion Bed Pot and sat it on the floor in front of Lloyd.

It was almost too late. The front of Lloyd's pants began to saturate wetness.

"Oh! Oh!" Clara held her hand to her mouth.

Lloyd felt the relief followed by warmth between his legs, he knew it was too late.

"I just couldn't wait." Lloyd had no choice he soaked his pants.

"Of course you couldn't… and you did try, I could see that." Martha comforted the boy. "Lets get you out of those wet pants. They will dry if we hang them up."

Without waiting for the boy to react, Martha unfastened his pants. With the zipper pulled she carefully pulled them off tossing them onto the floor. The rush of cool air reveled just how much he peed. Not only was his pants wet but his underpants and bottom of his T-shirt.

Clara's got a rag and began moping the small puddle under Lloyd.

Martha helped pull his underpants down and off while he lifted his T- shirt.

Lloyd could now do nothing but stand fully exposed as the girls Began wiping away the fresh pee from his body. As uncomfortable as this made Lloyd he really knew he had no choice.

Martha sent Clara to look for something to either make a diaper out of or to wear.

Clara opened the storage box under the bench and pulled out some rags and clothing.

Clara started to giggle. "How about these?"

"Those are girls clothes." Lloyd complained.

"Don't have any boy's clothes." Clara giggled.

"Might as well bring those panties over we can make a diaper out of them." Martha was almost laughing.

"What's so funny?" Lloyd asked being rather mad about the whole thing. He went over to the bench and sat down holding his hands so to hide his nakedness.

Clara handed him a pair of girls white cotton underpants that reminded him of a little boy's training pants. He sighed a bit of relief because he was thinking she was going to give him those pink or green silk ones instead.

The cotton pants were a bit tight but he put it on. At least he was covered up.

Martha took his wet clothing and hung them over the side of the tree house where the hot sun would soon dry them.

Clara did not say much but sat beside Lloyd. Quietly she kept looking at him.

"What you looking at?" Lloyd still sore about what happened and very much embarrassed. At the moment he was not too friendly, either.

Martha came back and sat on the other side of him.

"Now, that was not so bad was it?' Martha giggled.

"Hey, I didn't know we had those old training panties… Get more of them I think we an make a real diaper out of them." Martha had an idea.

Clara rummaged through the box again and came up with about six pair. Some were a bit ragged but could be used.

"Lay down on the bench, Lloyd." Commanded Martha while she fitted another pair into his feet. Pulling them up she slipped it over the one already on. This she continued until all of them were on the boy. She kept one that was not torn for last.

"What that feel like?" Martha asked Lloyd.

"Awfully thick and tight." The boy looked down at himself.

"Can you walk?" Martha asked.

Lloyd was able to walk and bend over but not too well. He said the diaper felt much like a diaper but tighter.

They sat around talking about this and that, asking questions about their families etc. In a short time Lloyd forgot about his condition and became very relaxed. By the time his pants were dry he just did not care if they were looking at him or not.

If Lloyd's friends back home could see him now, they would never believe what as going on.

Martha knew it would be easy for her to change his diapers from now on.