Forward: High School Humiliation Part 3is now being told by Bob.

Characters:

• Bob (Robert Thompson) – 15 year old Sophomore at Bay Ridge High School.
• John – Bob’s older brother, John is 18.
• Andrew – Bob’s younger brother, Andy is 13.
• Mark – Bob’s best friend. Mark is 15 and in the same grade as Bob.
• Greg – Sales clerk at Abercrombie & Fitch, Greg is 16 and a Junior at Bay Ridge High.
• Bob’s parents – Just referred as Mom & Dad.

Once I got home from Mark’s that Saturday morning, my mother told me that later in the afternoon, we’d all go to the mall for some clothes shopping and have some lunch in the food court of the Mall. I was a little apprehensive about buying new clothing, as I was fully aware that I would have to try them on diapered. As my dad came home from doing some errands around town, my mom told me to go into my room for a diaper change before we headed to the Mall. At this point I was still a little weirded out about my mom telling me it was time for my diaper change. I thought maybe she’d just say, “time for a change” and not say the phrase “diaper change”. I guess, I mean that I do wear diapers and they do need changing, so it really shouldn’t bother me that I have to have my “diaper” changed. I went into my room and took off my jeans and lay down on my bed in my now wet diaper, T-shirt and socks. My mom went into my closet and pulled out a package of Pampers. I was surprised to see that she had purchased Pampers for me. She told me that when she was grocery shopping, she noticed that Pampers started to make their diapers larger than the current size 6. This package read “Size 9” 90 lbs. – 125 lbs. She pulled out a diaper from the package and it was light blue in color and seemed to have some type of designs on the front. She then pulled off my plastic pants away from me and then un-taped my wet disposable diaper. She pulled the wet diaper out from underneath me and replaced it with one of the Pampers from the package. After she carefully cleaned and dried me up, she taped up the sides of Pamper with the two tape tabs on each side of the diaper. As she was diapering me, I asked her if Mark could join us, but she told me that I just had spent the night over at Mark’s and maybe it would be a good idea if just the family did something together. I really wanted Mark to come along, but I didn’t argue. I pulled my jeans back on over my diaper and threw on a sweatshirt over my T-shirt. I couldn’t help but notice that these diapers were just a bit thinner than my Attends diaper, but I still thought it was noticeable that I was wearing diapers underneath my jeans instead of regular underwear or boxers that most guys would wear. The Pampers even crinkled more than the Attends, but I guess when you’re wearing Pampers, you should expect that. My mom told me that she wanted a thinner diaper for me to wear; yet something highly absorbent to handle my heavy wettings as I continued in wearing daytime diapers. She had hoped that the Pampers would do the trick. Although she was a little uneasy in buying and having her 15-year old son wear Pampers, it was better than having me wear the bulky cloth diapers and plastic pants I’d use to wear during the day after school. After I had finished re-dressing myself, all four of us headed out the door and to the mall. John, my older brother, couldn’t join us as he was working at his job.

We arrived at the mall just before lunchtime and my mom suggested that we go over to the Abercrombie & Fitch to find some new clothes for me. She knew that I had always like clothing from there and owned several articles from them. Andrew wasn’t at that age for him to like Abercrombie & Fitch. He preferred clothing from stores like Pac Sun or Gadzooks. She told me with the style that the kids were wearing today, hiding that I was wearing diapers should be quite easy. We entered the store and I picked out some baggy jeans that I liked. She told me to try them on, as I was a little uneasy about this, as I really did not want any one to notice that I was wearing diapers and Pampers at that. I walked over toward the fitting rooms, which a young sales guy helped me pick out a changing booth. I recognized him from school, but he was one year older than me and was a grade higher as well. I pulled off my jeans and put the new jeans on over my diaper and headed out into the common area of the fitting rooms where they had more mirrors to examine yourself. My mom looked at me and said that they seemed to be on the loose side. The young sales guy told my mom that this was the style to wear them loose, so that boxers would be visible. “All the guys let them show nowadays, but I prefer to wear my shirt tucked in with a cool belt,” he said. He came up to me and placed his hand within my waistline and said that these jeans seemed to be just right for me. As he was saying this to my mom and myself, he ran his hand along the inside waist area of the jeans touching the plastic of the top part of my diaper. He seemed a little set back by his discovery and without a moment’s notice, he lifted up the backside of my sweatshirt and T-shirt exposing my shameful baby-blue disposable diaper to him. He then said to me after seeing my diapers…”Maybe in your case, it might be better for you to tuck in your shirt and wear a belt than letting your underwear show…if you know what I mean!”

I was a little embarrassed by what he said, turned around and went back into the fitting room and put my jeans back on. After I finished dressing myself, I exited the fitting rooms and headed toward my parents. They were shopping within another part of the store with Andrew when the same sales guy came over to me and said, “I hope I didn’t embarrass you…but can I ask you why are you wearing diapers?” Luckily no one was around to hear this, so I told him that I needed to wear diapers because of a bladder problem. He responded to me by asking, “Your name wouldn’t happen to be Bob, would it?”

“Yes it is, how did you know my name was Bob?” I questioned him.

“I heard at school the other day that there was a sophomore wearing diapers and he was found out during P.E.,” he said. I hung my head a little low and told him that sophomore was me. He put his arm around me and said, “I kinda thought it might be you when I discovered that you were wearing disposable diapers. Sorry about that.”

“That’s Ok, I guess. It’s a little embarrassing, though, in having to wear diapers again at my age!” I replied, even though I was grinning on the inside.

My parents came back toward me and wanted to go next door to Pac Sun and Gadzooks to shop for Andrew’s clothes and then to Eddie Bauer for my mom and dad, my mom said to me. I asked if I could stay here for awhile and look around some more. They said it would be ok for me and they would come back in about 20 minutes or so. After they left Abercrombie & Fitch the sales guy introduced himself as Greg. He was 16 years old and a Junior at Bay Ridge High. He told me that he got this job soon after his 16th birthday. He also told me that there might be some really cool pants that I might like. He showed me a pair of pants that the bottom half of the legs zipped off and turned into shorts.

“Just like the pair that I’m wearing” Greg said. As he said this I looked at his pants and admired they way they looked on him…not too tight, yet not really bulky. He led me into the changing room again and told me to try them on. After I tried them on, I came back out to see myself in the mirror. Once again he ran his hand on the inside of my waistline touching the top of my diaper.

“These should do. They hide the bulkiness of diapers,” he said to me. Luckily once again no one was in the fitting room to hear his comments. He was talking to me about how brave I was in wearing diapers to P.E. and letting everyone see them.

“I could never do what you did,” he added.

“What…?” I asked.

“Ok, just a minute,” Greg said. Then he looked around to see if there was anyone else in the fitting room area. With little warning, he un-tucked his shirt exposing just the top of his boxer shorts, then un-zipped half of his fly then gently pulling down the waist band of his boxer shorts just enough to let me see that he had on a Attends disposable diaper underneath his boxer shorts. You could tell that his diaper was an Attends because of the blue tape-tabs on the front of the diaper. It even appeared that his diaper seemed a little wet. Once he knew that I saw his diaper, he quickly pulled up his boxer shorts and zipped up his pants and said to me…”I too like yourself, need to wear diapers all the time because I was born with a underdeveloped bladder,” Greg confessed to me. “When I saw that you were wearing them too, I felt that I needed to tell you. I never meet someone about my age that wore diapers, too,” he added. He kept on telling me that no one at work is aware that he wears diapers and only his closest friends know about his condition. He also told me that even no one at school knows about this, except for the coach. Just then I realized what the coach meant by, “looks like we have another one on our hands” the other day at gym class.

After talking to Greg a bit more and choosing some more clothes for me, my parents and Andrew came back and purchased the rest of my clothing. As we were leaving the store, Greg said to me “See you around, Bob.” I was in total shock and yet somehow pleased to know that I wasn’t the only Diaper-Boy at Bay Ridge High School. I replied, “Yup, see you around Greg.” I walked out of Abercrombie & Fitch with Andrew and my parents knowing that I now knew two others my age that wear diapers. Mark, of course, needs diapers only at night for his bedwetting and now Greg; he wears diapers full-time due to a bladder problem…sort of like me.

We headed to the food court which all four of us decided to eat at the Chinese place. While we were eating, my dad asked me if I was wet and needed a change. Andrew giggled abit when he heard my dad ask me if I needed a diaper change. I told him quietly that I was a little wet, but actually my Pamper was quite absorbent and very comfortable.

“Well, if you need a change before we leave the mall, make sure you tell us. I brought an spare diaper with us just in case you need a change,” my dad told me. “I’m glad those Pampers fit you and you like them” he added. I replied, “Me too!” Of course, Andrew giggled even more so when he learned that I was wearing Pampers.

After we finished eating we continued in shopping for about another hour when I wet myself again and then told my dad that I was really wet and needed a change before went home. We found the restrooms back near the food court and luckily enough the “Family restroom” was unoccupied. I went in with my dad following me. I was concerned if anyone saw me going in with my dad. What would they think if they saw a 15 year-old going in with his dad in tow! My dad told me to lie down on the floor which of course I did and he un-buckled my pants and un-zipped them and pulled them down toward my knees. He took out the clean dry diaper out of the bag he was carrying and pulled the tapes away from my extremely wet disposable diaper. He instructed to lift my butt which he then pulled the wet diaper away from me and placed the dry diaper underneath me just as quickly as the wet diaper was pulled out from underneath me. As I settled back down on the nice clean dry diaper he said to me, ”well, the way it looks, maybe putting you back into daytime diapers maybe wasn’t all that bad of an idea after all. I thought that maybe having you wear diapers during the daytime would make you stop your bedwetting. But that’s not the case and now it looks like your daytime wettings have increased. I think DIAPERS are the right choice for you”.

He pulled the diaper snuggly in place and taped them up on each side. As I got up, he swatted my diapered butt and said, “there you go, cowboy…all nice and dry, comfy in your diapers.”

I was finally relieved to hear that my dad was actually being nice about me wearing diapers. Now I didn’t have to be ashamed about wearing diapers all the time. I loved every minute of being diapered. I exited the family restroom with my dad and I was beaming from ear to ear. My mom noticed my expression and asked my dad what was going on. He told her that, “Bob was glad to get his diaper changed. He needed it and I think he feels comfortable in them.”

After finishing shopping at the mall, My parents, Andrew and myself returned home. I unloaded my packages into my room and started to put away my new clothes. I remembered that my mom just purchased a package of Pampers size 9 and I really didn’t get a look at them. I opened up my closet door and there sitting on a shelf was the package of the Pampers diapers. I picked up the bag and started to examine it. The package was clearly designed for older children and even teenagers. The weight for the diapers stated would fit children between 90 pounds and 125 pounds. Instead of the usual picture of a baby on the front of the package, it had a young boy about the age of 12 wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Even though you couldn’t actually the diaper, his pants budged out enough to indicate that he was wearing a Pamper. Underneath the picture there was the motto: Discreet Protection for Older Children and Teenagers. Other than those differences, the package appeared to be exactly like the Pampers for babies. As I continued looking at the package, I noticed on the back that there was several additional sizes of Pampers from the usual size 6 which fits over 35 lbs; size 7, which was from 45 lbs. to 60 lbs; size 8, which fits between 65 lbs. and 85 lbs; and my diapers, size 9, which fits children and teenagers between 90 lbs. and 125 lbs. It also stated that each size was designed for a particular gender. Instead of the diapers being Unisex, the plastic backing on the diapers where either blue for boys or pink for girls. The only diaper that was unisex was size 10. This disposable diaper was white, with no prints on the front of the diaper, but had a wetness indicator. These diapers would fit persons over 130 lbs. All these extra sizes that Pampers designed after Size 6 had the same design as the Pampers size 6, but made only larger. The manufacturer decided that the market for diapers for older children and teenagers with bedwetting and bladder problems was enough to warrant their manufacture.

I took one of the diapers out of the package to examine it. As before they were light blue in color and a little thinner than my normal diapers. Un-like the Attends, these disposable diapers didn’t have an elastic waistband, but the normal waistband like you’d find on regular baby diapers. These diapers had two refastenable tape tabs unlike Attends 3-tape tabs. I unfolded the diaper and noticed that they had a print on the front of the diaper. The print was of sailboats, anchors and other nautical symbols. It really wasn’t all that babyish, but having a print on the front seemed to be babyish to me. But what the heck, I loved wearing diapers and I was even happy that my mom bought me Pampers.

As I was looking at the diaper, my brother John walked by my room and said to me, “Well it looks like Baby-Bob is starting to wear Pampers just like a real baby.”

“Knock it off,” I said to John. Just as John was kidding around with me, my mom yelled from the kitchen saying to John… “I’m on the phone with your Grandmother and Bob is probably wet, so make sure you change him, John.”

“Yah, Mom, do I have to?” John said.

“Yes, you do, unless you want to start wearing diapers, too,” his mother replied.

“All right, you little diaper butt, let’s get you changed.”

John quickly grabbed the disposable diaper from my hands and told me to take off my pants. John had never changed my diaper before and I wasn’t sure on how to react in having John change my diaper. Even though my diaper was just changed at the mall an hour or so ago, I wet my diaper again without really knowing it. Usually mom or dad changed me into my night diapers since I have been wearing diapers at night for around 4 years now. I knew that John was aware that I needed nighttime diapers, but I didn’t know how he’d react in changing my daytime diapers or that I wasn’t sure until this point that he even knew about my daytime diapers. He couldn’t believe that he was going to change my diaper. John told me to take off my pants and I did as instructed and took off my pants exposing the shamefully wet Pamper.

“Ok, lie down on your bed, Bob!” John said. I walked and crinkled over to my bed and lay down on it. John placed the clean diaper next to me and then started to un-tape my wet diaper.

“Aren’t you embarrassed wearing diapers at your age, Bob, especially to school?” John asked me.

“No, not really. I mean, at first when I started in wearing them at night 4 years ago I was. But having diapers on during the day are kinda comfortable,” I answered.

“You’re weird, Bob,” John replied. John pulled the tape tabs away from my soaked diaper and pulled it away from my body. John then grabbed the clean diaper and slid it underneath my butt and pulled it frontward and taped it in place. As John finished diapering me, he went on saying… “I hope this is the last time I have to change your diapers. I think you’re old enough to change your own diapers.”

“Thanks for changing me, John,” I said.

“Whatever, I can’t believe my 15 year-old brother wears Pampers, what a big baby,” John said. I didn’t care about the remark he said about me. He had no idea on how it felt to be diapered. The bulk of the diaper between my legs, the soft white thick padding encased in soft plastic. The noise of the tape tabs being torn away or placed on my diaper. Even the crinkling noise the diaper makes as I move about…oh there’s nothing to describe it; just being in DIAPERS is the ultimate best. Of course I still loved the feeling of being placed in thick cloth night diapers covered by my teenage size plastic pants for my night wetting, but wearing disposable diapers during the daytime was a total new experience for me that I really never wanted to give up.

As John left my room, I pulled my jeans back on over my diaper and headed back into the kitchen and got a Mountain Dew out of the refrigerator. As I was drinking my soda, my mom said to me that maybe I should limit my liquid intake from now on. I asked her why and she replied that since I’ve been wetting myself more during the daytime, maybe I should think about it to limit the number of diaper changes I might require during the daytime.

“Yah, mom do I have to? I don’t think that I can live without my Mountain Dew,” I replied.

“That’s totally up to you, dear, but remember, the more you drink the more your going to wet yourself and need more diaper changes. Anyway, I don’t think you should have any more caffeine this late in the day,” she replied back. At this point I wasn’t willing to limit my intake of liquids, either soda, water or milk, even if meant more diaper changes. My mom also asked me if John had changed my diaper like she asked him to. I replied, “Yes, he changed my diaper.”

“Good, since it seems that you can’t control yourself now during the daytime and your dad or myself can’t be here every hour of the day, so John might have to change you after school,” she told me. I thought to myself that it would seem that John didn’t get his wish. He was going to have to change my diapers more than what he wanted. Although I wanted to wear diapers during the daytime, I was a bit uneasy in having my brother change my diapers. I didn’t mind my parents changing me, but my older brother— he thought I was a big baby and that I could change myself. Maybe he was right, maybe I could change myself from now on or at least when my parents weren’t around. Well, I’ll have to cross that bridge when the time comes.

My mom was still in the kitchen fixing dinner and I decided to play a game of Nintendo. Just as I was starting the game, Andrew came into my room and asked if he could play with me. Normally Andrew and I never really played together even though he was only 2 years younger. I bent over to reset the game for two people, when I heard Andrew giggling again. I asked him what was so funny. He said to me that my diaper was sticking out of my pants and thought it was funny that his older brother was wearing diapers again. I quickly tucked in my shirt as he was saying this to me. Andrew did know that I needed nighttime diapers for my nightly wetting and also was aware that our parents forced me in wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants after school for a punishment. Then he asked me why I started to wear disposable diapers during the daytime and even to school. I tried to explain to him that I started to have daytime accidents as well and that they bought me these disposable diapers to control my daytime accidents. I really didn’t want to tell him the truth that I had came to love wearing diapers, so I lied to him. Since John thought I was weird in wearing daytime diapers, I could only imagine what Andrew thought of his 15 year-old brother returning to daytime diapers.

Andrew replied to my answer by saying, “that’s cool.” I said to him, “thanks for understanding.” He then asked me what it felt like wearing Pampers during the daytime. I replied that they were actually soft and felt kind of nice, even though they were a lot thicker than regular underwear, they were very comfortable.

Andrew replied by saying, “wow, I had no idea that diapers could be that comfortable”. I had no idea that my brother would be so cool with that I was wearing diapers and that he even might be remotely interested in them. At this point though, I wasn’t willing to go any further with this conversation, so I started the game with Andrew and I played a few games.

About an hour my mom yelled at Andrew and I that dinner was ready. As I got up, you could hear the crinkling of my diaper, which Andrew noticed and gave me a weird look. I also knew that my diaper felt wet. I hadn’t realized that I had wet myself while playing Nintendo. Was I really starting in having daytime accidents or was I subconsciously wetting myself to defend that I needed or wanted daytime diapers. All five of us sat down for a nice, quiet Saturday night dinner. It was unusual that all five of us were home for a Saturday night. John usually had a date on Saturday night and Andrew sometimes stayed over at a friend’s house. We talked about the day’s events, but the only subject that wasn’t brought up was about my diapers. I’m kinda glad that my parents didn’t say anything about them or even ask if I needed a change.

My parents did give us a surprise, they decided to take a vacation once school got out in a month and a half. This vacation would be something for the entire family. They decided to take the entire family to Hawaii. Since school got out in late May, this was Hawaii’s off-season, if Hawaii actually had an off-season. More people tended to visit Hawaii during the winter months, than the early summer. It was also mentioned that we could bring a friend along if we wanted to I was really excited about the trip and I wanted to bring Mark along. The rest of the conversation was surrounded by the talk of the upcoming trip. I was even excited that I was going to go on my first plane trip.

After dinner was finished, my brothers and I cleared the dinner dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Once this was accomplished and while I was walking out of the kitchen, my dad came up to me and asked me if I needed a change. I replied that I was wet and feeling a little uncomfortable. I followed him into my room where he took out one of the Pampers from its package and told me to lie down. He quickly pulled down my jeans and un-taped my wet diaper. Like always he gently pulled the wet diaper away from me and placed the clean dry diaper underneath me and taped it up in place. Not a word was said while my dad changed my diaper. Once my diaper was changed, I pulled up my jeans and came back into the living room and watched a movie with my parents and brothers. The movie lasted about 2 ½ hours, which during that time frame I had wet myself again. Although my diaper wasn’t as wet as it was earlier, it still was wet. I enjoyed the feeling of having a wet diaper on. The diaper was wet but my skin was still dry. I guess the “BabyDry” lining of the my Pamper really lived up to it’s name. I just had wished that the Pamper people would change the name of “BabyDry” to maybe something more appealing to older kids like myself. Having the name “BabyDry” on it’s packages, even though my disposable diapers was a size 9, reminded me that I still wore Pampers like a baby. Maybe they could change the name to “KidDry” or even “TeenDry”, then for teens like myself that wears Pampers; it wouldn’t be so embarrassing. Yah right, who am I kidding. Wearing diapers at my age means that I’m just a big baby.

After the movie was over, my parents told Andrew and myself to get ready for bed. Though it was only 10:30, I wanted to stay up and watch either “Mad TV” or “Saturday Night Live”. Andrew said goodnight to mom and dad and headed off to his bedroom. Unlike myself, Andrew didn’t need any assistance getting ready for bed. I walked into my bedroom with my dad following me. I took off my socks then my jeans and finally my shirt. I was just standing there in my wet diaper as my dad instructed my to lie down on my bed. As I crinkled over to my bed, my dad got out my regular cloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants. Normally I would wear this type of diaper, but the last couple of nights; I was diapered with a disposable. He un-taped my very wet Pamper and proceeded to wipe off my diaper area with a baby wipe. After I was expertly cleaned up then he slid the thick cloth diapers underneath me he sprinkled some baby powder around me and the diaper was quickly pinned up on each side. My plastic pants were carefully pulled up over my thick cloth diapers. After I was diapered for the night, my dad told me that if I wanted to, I could watch TV in my room, but I would have to set the sleep mode on, so if I fell asleep, the TV would turn off instead of blaring throughout the night. He kissed me goodnight and shut the door. As I lay in bed wearing only my thick overnight cloth diapers and plastic pants, I watched “Mad-TV” and felt how good it felt to be wearing my regular thick cloth diapers and Teen-size plastic pants. I don’t think I even watched a half-hour of the show when I peacefully fell asleep snug in my bed wearing only my nice comfy thick cloth diapers and plastic pants.

I awoke in the morning nice and snug, yet very wet. I felt around my bed noticing how dry my bedding was then I felt the outside of my plastic pants. Though it felt dry, I could tell that I was wet on the inside. I moved my hand inside my plastic pants and discovered just how wet I really was. My thick overnight cloth diapers were extremely soaked, but snug inside my teen-size plastic pants. I thought to myself that even though I was a bedwetter since the age of eleven, I was beginning to wonder if I would ever stop wetting and wearing night diapers. Mind you that I enjoyed wearing diapers at night and have just begun enjoying wearing them during the daytime as well, but somehow I wondered if it was normal of a 15-year old to wear or even like diapers. I slowly told myself that I didn’t care that I wore diapers and who really knew about them, all I cared is that I wanted to wear diapers. Within a few minutes my dad walked in and sat down next to me. My blankets were half covering me, exposing part of my plastic pants. As my dad was asking me what I had planned for the day, he gently pulled my plastic pants away from my diaper and placed his hand inside my plastic pants feeling the extremely wet diaper and said… “I don’t know why I even bother to check to see if you’re dry. I don’t think you’ve ever had a dry night in four years!” As he repositioned my plastic pants over the wet diaper he told me to go and take a shower before breakfast. I pulled the rest of my blankets away from me and stood up dressed only in my wet overnight cloth diapers and plastic pants and headed toward the bathroom. I was a little surprised that my dad didn’t take off my night diapers like he normally would in the morning, but I really didn’t question it.

After shutting the bathroom door, I pulled my plastic pants down and took them off. I could smell the strong urine odor as I un-pinned one sides of my wet diaper letting it drop to the floor. I picked up the wet diaper from the floor and un-pinned the other side and placed the wet diapers and plastic pants in the diaper pail behind the closet door in the bathroom. I turned on the shower and proceed to wash off the baby smell off from me.

After my shower I walked into my room wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around me. My dad followed me and took out another Pamper from my closet and told me to lie down. As he as always done, he powered and diapered me like an expert and quickly. I guess he was getting this down pat, diapering his 15-year old son. He again asked me what I was planning on doing for the day. I told him that I probably would go over to Mark’s house and fool around. I finished dressing myself by putting on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. The weather today was supposed to be in the upper 70’s and even though is was early April, 70’s seemed like summer to me. My dad just responded to make sure that I was back for dinnertime. After breakfast, I grabbed by backpack, which contained a couple of extra diapers and hopped on my bike and rode toward Mark’s house. I arrived at Mark’s house and rang the doorbell. Mark answered the door and came outside to talk to me. I asked him if he wanted to go for a bike ride or something and spend the day together.

“Gosh, I’m sorry Bob, I should have called you. My grandmother is coming for the day and my parents are making me spend the day at home with the family. I didn’t know about it until this morning,” Mark told me.

“That’s ok, I should have called,” I replied. I was disappointed that I wouldn’t get the time to spend with Mark, but I didn’t let it show to Mark that I was disappointed. I got back on my bike and said to Mark, “See you at school tomorrow!” Mark replied, “Yep, see you tomorrow.”

Well, I didn’t feel like going home and lying around the house all day, so I decided to take a bike ride myself. As I rode around town, even going through the alley ways, when I came across Greg washing on his car in the alley behind his house, or what I assumed was his house since I didn’t know where he exactly lived. Greg, if you recall is the cute guy that worked at Abercrombie & Fitch. Since the day was rather warm, Greg was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. I stopped my bike and said, “Hi Greg, how’s it going?” Greg looked up at me and said, “Hiya Bob, good to see you. What are you doing around this neighborhood?”

I hopped off my bike and told him that I was just biking around town and saw you washing your car. I really liked the car that Greg had. It was a 1974 Mustang hardtop, kind of green in color. Since he was only 16, I asked him how he got such a nice car for being so young. He explained to me that it was his Grandmother’s car and she left it to me when she died. I told him I was sorry that his grandmother had passed away.

“Thanks, she passed away about 3 years ago and this car has been in storage since then and it just came out right after I got my license earlier this year,” Greg told me. The car needed some work, but overall it was in really good shape. I just hoped that when I get my driver’s license that I could get a really cool car like Greg’s.

“Hope you don’t mind me finish detailing my chrome wheels, I don’t want to have any water spots on them,” Greg asked me.

“No, go ahead, I don’t mind,” I replied. I talked to Greg while he continued working on his chrome wheels. As he was wiping off the water spots on his tire rims he was bending over to reach his tires when I noticed his shirt had ridden up exposing his backside. As I looked more closely I noticed plastic pants and what appeared to be cloth diapers sticking out from his shorts. I knew that Greg wore disposable diapers, but I was intrigued that he was actually wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants. I just stood there watching Greg and looking at his diapers and plastic pants stick out. I wanted to say something to him but I was afraid that I would embarrass him. I also admired that I wasn’t the only guy in Bay Ridge High School that wore diapers. I kind of wondered how many kids actually knew that Greg wore diapers.

As Greg finished detailing his wheels, his father came over toward his car and introduced himself to me. After the introductions were in order, Greg’s dad walked over to Greg and bent down toward him and whispered something to Greg, which immediately Greg stood up and tucked in his shirt. I could tell that Greg was embarrassed that his plastic pants were sticking out, but I’m sure that he knew that I saw them. Greg finished with his wheels and asked me if I wanted to go for a ride in his car. I said “Sure, but I should let my parents know where I am.” Greg handed me his cell phone and told me to go ahead and call my parents, while he had to go into the house for something. Greg returned a few minutes later wearing a different pair of shorts and a A&F T-shirt and sandals. He looked particularly cute wearing A&F clothing. Greg told me to put my bike inside the garage, which I leaned my bike up along side of the garage wall along with my pack. Greg clicked the garage door opener and the garage closed. I was a little hesitant about leaving my pack behind just in case I would need a change, but after all I was just changed only an hour ago.

Greg told me to hop in the passenger seat, which I did. As Greg got in on the driver’s seat, I could hear that the familiar crinkling sound, as I knew Greg changed into a disposable diaper. I didn’t let on that I heard his diaper but I couldn’t help but admire that Greg was a cool and cute looking guy and that he wore diapers just like me. We drove around for about only a half-hour, which Greg drove into a park near the river’s edge. I’ve been in this park before, but never in the park where he was driving. He told me that it was a secluded part, which people seldom visit or know about. He liked coming here to just chill out and think and once in awhile camp out. We got out of his car and leaned against it and started to talk. At first we didn’t talk about anything in particular, school & sports, the usual, but I sensed that something was on his mind.

Finally after just a few minutes, but what seemed like an eternity, Greg asked me if I had noticed something about him earlier. I told him that I did and then Greg asked me if he needed to explain. I told him “No, I wear them, too!” Greg started to get a little nervous and said to me… “I don’t think you understand. I was wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants. Not like the disposable ones you wear.” I replied to him that I knew what he meant and that I too wear thick overnight cloth diapers and plastic pants. I also told him that my parents have me wear them at night to save on the expense of disposables. Greg was relieved to hear that he wasn’t the only teenager still in cloth diapers and plastic pants at night. He also added that he normally doesn’t wear them during the daytime, but he wanted to wash and detailing his wheels before it got hot outside. He decided to get up from bed not changing himself and threw on some shorts but never though anyone would stop over. I apologized to Greg that if I embarrassed him, but he told me that it was ok. He also told me that he wore them only at night and only when he’s at home.

As we were standing there talking I started wet my diaper. I knew that my diaper would absorb the wetness, but I really wet myself and my diaper started to leak. I was hoping that Greg didn’t notice but a small wet spot started to appear on the inside leg of my shorts. I was a little embarrassed that I was wetting myself like a baby in front of the coolest guy I know, but then remembered that Greg was wore diapers, too! Greg looked down at my shorts and noticing the wet spot, said to me…”Looks like someone wet himself quite heavily and could use a change.” I just replied, “Yeah, but I forgot my pack back at your house in the garage, I don’t have any spares. I think I’ll be ok once my shorts dry out.”

Then Greg added, “I’m sure you’re pretty uncomfortable. Remember, I know what it feels like to be wet. I always have spares in my trunk, for just this type of emergency, though they are usually for me.” Greg went around to the back of the car and opened the trunk and pulled out a backpack then pulled out an Attends disposable diaper and handed it to me. I took the diaper from Greg, looked at it and then I said, ”Greg, I’ve never changed my own diaper before. I’m not sure I could do it properly.”

“You mean that your parents still diaper you?” Greg asked of me.

“Yeah, I know that I should be changing my own diapers, but I really don’t mind them changing me. It kind of gives me the extra attention and feels nice having them change your diaper,” I said. I asked Greg when did his parents stop changing him. He replied that his parents stopped diapering him around 12 or so, about the same time he started going through puberty.

“So, do you want me to help you with a dry diaper or can you do it by yourself?” Greg asked me.

“Could you help me, I think I’d like that,” I replied.

“Sure, like I haven’t seen you in a diaper before, but I’ve never changed someone else’s diaper before other than my own,” Greg said to me. Greg then went back to his trunk and pull out a blanket and laid it on the ground. He told me to go ahead and lie down on the blanket.

“What if anybody see us?” I asked of Greg. He replied that he’s never really seen too many people here, anyway the blanket is on the opposite side of the car and road.

I lay down on the blanket and Greg kneeled beside me, un-buckled my belt away from my shorts and then slid them down. There I was, lying there only in my wet pamper in front of Greg. He looked at me and noticed how extremely wet my diaper was and that it was actually a pamper, baby blue in color and with designs on the front.

“Wow…you are actually wearing Pampers. I can’t believe that they fit you,” Greg said to me.

“Well, you know that they started in making their Pampers in larger sizes beyond that of size 6 to accommodate larger children and even teenagers like us. I’m wearing size 9,” I told Greg. All Greg said was, “Cool”.

Greg then gently pulled away the tapes from my wet diaper and took it away. He then placed the thick Attends disposable diaper and placed it underneath me and started to pull the diaper frontward and in position to tape it up. As he was taping up my diaper, one of his hands was between my skin and the diaper itself and the other hand was taping it up securely. I felt very easy with Greg changing my diaper and I was even a little excited that Greg was touching my smooth skin as he taped up my diaper. I didn’t let him know that I really enjoyed him changing me, because I thought he’d think it was weird. Once my diaper was completely changed, Greg lent me a hand and helped me off from the blanket. There I was, standing on the blanket only in my diaper, which I started to pull my shorts back over my diaper, but Greg noticed that they were still wet.

“Hey buddy, you shouldn’t put your shorts back on. Leave them hang over the side of the car until they dry out. We’ll sit and talk in the car while they dry,” Greg told me.

I pulled my shorts off and placed them on the car and got back in the passenger side and sat down. I felt a little uneasy sitting there only in my diaper and T-shirt, but then on the other hand it felt kinda cool sitting next to Greg only in my diaper. Greg asked me some question’s regarding how I felt about wearing diapers at my age and about having my parents still changing my diapers. I told him how I felt about wearing diapers, then asked him about his life wearing diapers. Greg told me that he’s really never known life outside diapers. Since he was born with an underdeveloped bladder, wearing diapers was just a fact of life for him. He also told me that sometimes he has some dry days, but has never had a dry night, so he’s always worn thick overnight diapers. He continued in saying that it’s been a little tough hiding his diapers, especially at school, but has managed to keep it a secret from most of his classmates. He also went on saying that there are some classmates who discovered that he wore diapers, but never said anything to anyone else. He kinda wondered though if his classmates actually knew about his condition, especially sometimes when his diaper crinkles too much. He tries to wear disposable diapers that don’t crinkle too much, but it is really hard sometimes to find that perfect diaper. He also told me that he prefers diapers over pull-ups as the pull-ups tend to be on the loose side and they leak, as diapers tend to fit snug and don’t leak. Of course he did say that he has two really close friends from childhood, and they both are aware that he still needs diapers. Greg told me that sometimes wearing diapers has its advantages and it’s downside. First he told me that if you are at a baseball or football game you don’t have to worry about leaving the game and missing a spectacular play to go to the bathroom. Same way with watching a movie at the theatre, Like in Titanic, it was a three-hour movie. Some of my friends had to go up and go to the bathroom, but I didn’t because I was wearing a diaper. Sometimes his friends get a little jealous of him because he normally doesn’t have to miss anything. The downside of wearing diapers, he told me, was that a lot of times in the summer, you really have to watch taking off your shirt in fear that your diaper will be noticed.

Even swimming can be a challenge. It’s hard to change out of and back into your diaper at a Waterpark’s changing room. He told me that once a group of other guys saw that Greg had on a diaper and made fun of him during the entire day when they saw him calling him names like “DiaperBoy”, “Babypants” or even “PamperBoy”. He told me that he just wanted to die, but his friends almost started a fight with the other guys if they didn’t stop teasing him. Then there’s the part in having to get to know someone personally, but because of his diapers, he’s never had a relationship before. I told him that even though I’m only 16, I haven’t had a relationship with someone else either because I was afraid that the person would reject me because I still wore diapers. All during our conversation, I couldn’t take my eyes off from Greg. It seemed like we just somehow known each other from birth and poured our hearts out to each other. Greg looked at me while talking and I seemed to sense that he was really comfortable talking to me and about his problems and the fact that he wore diapers. There even was one point where Greg touch my hand, though he acted like he was looking for something near the shift column. We talked for about an hour or so and then Greg handed me my shorts and told me that they were dry and maybe I should put them back on, as we should get back. He did say that if I just wanted to keep my shorts off and just be in my diaper that would be fine by him. I told him that maybe it was for the best if I slip my shorts back over my diaper as I really didn’t care to advertise that I was wearing diapers.

Greg started the car back up and started to drive out from the park when I said…”I’m sorry, but I forgot to ask you if you needed to change your diaper. We got involved in talking that I forgot that you didn’t change.” Greg just replied “No, I’m ok, just a little wet, but not bad. I can wait until I get home, maybe next time, huh Bob!”

I was a little surprised to hear that and wondered to myself that maybe next time I can change Greg’s diaper. One could only dream can’t they? After Greg pulled into his driveway, I thanked him for being open and a good friend to me. Greg simply replied with putting is arm around my shoulder and said to me, “I’m glad I meet you at A&F the other day. It’s nice to know that I’m not the only one at Bay Ridge High in diapers.” After he finished saying this to me, he ran his hand along the side of my neck and caressed my hairline and said, “Thanks buddy”. Greg opened up the garage, took my bike out, handed me my pack and gave me my bike and told me that he’d see me in school tomorrow. I got on my bike and rode away from Greg’s house looking back half way in his alley and saw Greg standing there watching me pedal away. He just smiled and waved good-bye. I returned the wave and turned the corner and headed for home.

My dad was in the garage when I came home, which he said that dinner would be ready in about an hour. He told me that I should go to my room, as I probably needed a change since I’ve been away for several hours. I parked my bike and headed up to my room waiting for my dad. He entered my room and pulled my shorts away from my diaper, which by now I remembered that I was now wearing an Attends diaper and not the Pampers I had on when earlier when I left. My dad did question how I got an Attends on and I just replied that I had one in my pack and changed an hour or so ago. He just replied, “Oh, but it is still wise to change your diaper, this one is just a little wet.” After my diaper change and dinner I just couldn’t wait until I went to school tomorrow, but then on the other hand I had to face all the other guys at school about my diapers or even that I was going to wear diapers to school tomorrow. I was glad that I knew Greg would be there and wearing diapers too, even though no one really knew that Greg wore them.

Around 9pm, I decided to go to bed and my dad came up to me room and change my wet disposable diaper into my thick, snug overnight cloth diapers and plastic pants. I just lied there thinking about how Mark and Greg were both probably getting ready for bed and putting their thick overnight cloth diapers and plastic pants. I wanted to talk to Mark about what happened and my feelings about diapers and everything else. But for now I was content in having a best friend that accepted me for who I was and didn’t care that I wore diapers and now a new friend, who wore diapers during the daytime. Life couldn’t get any better, or could it?