In the afternoon.

Upstairs Rob was kind enough to provide both Gregg and myself with a pair of shorts and t-shirt. I'm a little stocky by nature and the baggies were a bit tight around my diaper drawing my full attention to the fact that they were almost as wet as the clothes I had just removed. Still I had priorities and being fed was at the top of the list so my diaper could wait.

We reassembled at the table, where Jarred was busy eating his sandwich sans crust and occasionally casting a disparaging glance at his soup bowl. The sandwiches were ham salad (made with a hint of coca cola to offer sweetness) and the soup was a roasted pepper puree served cold, a popular summer dish in these parts and one to which I am very partial to.

Jarred, predictably, didn't want anything to do with the pepper soup and after finishing his sandwich raced off to the living room to continue playing in front of the TV until the outside had sufficiently dried out to allow him access to his playmates. I elected to eat Jared's soup not wanting the mellow soup to waste. Satiated I picked up on the conversation that I had unintentionally tuned out while gorging.

"Tomorrow since the tickets were free," Sherry finished.

Greg and Rob both seemed delighted at the prospect, whatever it was. I puzzled for a moment trying to pick the pieces to the conversation I had not paid attention to.

"What's that? I wasn't paying attention," I admitted.

"You never pay attention when foods around," Greg shot back.

"We'll the soup was SO good" I said hoping halfheartedly to have scored brownie points.

"Thank you, Todd," Sherry said beaming at the earnest praise, "I got tickets to Splashers tomorrow. Lucy next door came to visit and when she heard what you boys had been through she called her husband and he's bringing tickets home for all of us."

Splashers is a water park and a place I genuinely enjoyed both for the water slides and for the scenic view of scantily clad members of the fairer sex. I was too busy thinking of past experiences to concentrate on what will surely be a new a very different one considering this time I would be diapered.

Freshly diapered Gregg and I sat around the table playing cards with Rob. We were playing Skip-Bo and I was having to fight the good fight trying to prevent Rob from winning.

Sherry called Splashers and asked for guest services.

"Yes, I have tickets for tomorrow and I will have two boys in diapers with me."-- pause-- "No ma'am, I'm sorry I didn't make myself clear, they're not toddlers they're teenagers"-- pause-- "Ahheem, yes I see,..."-- pause-- "disposables.. yes"-- pause-- "Okay. At the information booth.. Yes I see. Thank you."

My mind picked up enough of the conversation to wonder just how was it that I going to attract the attention of anything in a two-piece bikini when I was diapered? Scratch that, I thought.. Attract the favor of anything in a two- piece bikini. Attention would be the easy part. Knowing there was no way of getting out of going short of dying, which may be a bit too extreme for my tastes I figured it was but another step toward the ultimate of ironies that life seemed to dish out to me, each one more extreme than the last. Though even as I write these events a full twenty years later I am now grateful that life has never failed to disappoint or surprise me, it's just at that time in my life I was a bit melodramatic, but then again at that age aren't we all?

In the Evening

Phyllis made an appearance long enough to check up on us and to bring along a fresh bag of diapers in case we were running low as the original game plan only provided us to be at Sherry's until supper time and Phyllis did not want us to expend our backup supply of diapers. Phyllis admonished us to `be good' and was out the door after pausing a moment to hug Gregg and Freddie and to tussle my hair, Bill was returning tonight and they were going to make the most of their time without us kids around.

Freddie and Rob sat themselves in front of the TV and contented themselves with a movie and Greg and I broke out a deck of cards for some more of our impromptu poker playing. Sherry was upstairs making sure that Jared washed behind his ears. The domestic tranquility of the evening was in such contrast to my own home life that despite my best efforts to just `be happy' I was forcing myself to examine my somewhat starched and sterile home life. In turn, I thought of my parents and their own troubles a half world away and could not do much to bite down the resentment I felt at them not putting me first. They could, if they wanted to, decry immunity and return home. My father's pride and my mother's vanity being enough to keep them on foreign soil fighting trumped up charges. Knowing that if the situation ever occurred with Sherry or Bill and Phyllis they would put their kids first and return to the US with all haste to be by their sides. Sometimes the realization that you never had something to begin with can be worse than losing what you already have.

Gregg informing me that `I think too much' and I should just play the cards I was dealt because they were not going to change because I was staring at them. My gloomy introspection broken I played my hand and silently marveled at the wisdom of his words, however unintentional, as they related to my situation. Maybe that was his secret to getting the best out of life, maybe he just played what he was dealt and waited for the next hand. Nah, optimism sucks I reminded myself, cheered immeasurably despite my best efforts to remain morose.

Sherry came downstairs, tote bag in hand with Jarred trailing behind, a towel wrapped around his waist. She fished a vinyl mat from under the couch and Jarred was powdered and diapered. Jarred stood and stepped into a pair of plastic pants, which he pulled up, and then Sherry inspected tucking the diaper in to the overpants in places. He stepped into a pair of PJ bottoms and pulled a matching shirt on over his head. Finished he climbed onto the couch and began to ask everyone in the room if they were going to Splashers tomorrow.

Sherry told me to come over to the mat and my shorts were removed, as were my plastic pants. Sherry deftly ripped the tapes away from the front of my diaper and pulled it out from under me, rolling it up into a ball and taping it back closed. She grabbed a diaper wipe and went to work making sure I was clean. From our diaper bag she produced a bottle of baby oil and a tube of diaper rash ointment which she applied liberally. From my vantage point on the floor the unopened bag of diapers looked huge as Sherry ripped it open along a seam at the top. She pulled out a diaper and brought its wings open as she unfolded it, her fingers working down its length fluffing the leak cuff.

"Lift up," she requested, I complied, feeling the air move as the diaper slipped under me. Her hands gently pushed my knees toward the carpet exposing more of my crotch as she brought the diaper up and wrapped the back wings forward, taping them to the front panel securely. She reached for my plastic pants and gave it a second thought as she noticed they had been worn all day. She rummaged through our diaper bag, finding no plastic pants she told me to sit tight, and she went upstairs. She returned with a handful of items including a few pair of plastic pants. She offered no explanation as to why she had vinyl pants large enough to fit a fifteen-year-old boy, but my mind settled on her comments from the other day reminding Rob about his little problem. The pants were of the snap-on variety and were adorned with farm animals, tractors and cartoon-like bails of hay. Thusly diapered she handed me a pair of striped pajama bottoms that appeared to be about knee length. I looked at them dubiously and Sherry said they were too big for Rob when they bought them and she was sure they would fit me. I removed my shirt and replaced it with the identically striped pajama top. I then pulled the bottoms up and over my diaper, the elastic waist of pj's disappearing under the shirt. I took my place on the couch making room for Gregg who had anticipated his turn and had already removed his shorts.

The routine repeated and Gregg was given a pair of pair of overpants covered in red fire trucks. Gregg's Pj's were of the same style as mine only a size smaller. I noticed the fire truck print was showing through the seat of his pants and self-consciously looked down at my crotch to see if I could make out any farm animals, I could. Rob remained silent through the whole ordeal, only a touch of color rose to his cheeks at having his old problem paraded around the room. Gregg was surprisingly silent; I figured he would have complemented Rob on the cool fire trucks or some such, but I think he was being more careful of his cousin's dignity than he would be if it were only his own on the line.

Sherry handed me the two spent diapers and asked me to thrown them out for here while she put away the diapering supplies. I padded into the kitchen cringing at the rustling crinkle sounds coming from my pants. The PJs were too thin to muffle the diaper sound and the vinyl pants that Sherry provided seemed only to add their own sound to the rhythmic crinkle that accompanied my walking. Seeing the diapers in the trash, I tried to bow my legs a bit as I walked back to the living room. The sound wasn't any less, just different so I reverted to my normal gait.

Jarred was dispatched to bed, and Freddie who was sharing the room with him decided to turn in himself. Sherry told us three remaining boys to hit the hay as we had to be up early in the morning.

We went to Rob's room and I noted the futon where Greg and I were to sleep had been folded down and made into a bed. The futon was perpendicular to Rob's bed and came close to blocking access to his closet. Rob undressed and to my surprise removed his boxers and threw them into his hamper. He opened his chest of drawer and pulled out what looked to be jockey shorts until I realized they were way too thick to be normal briefs. Rob pulled them up and told us sheepishly that he didn't normally wear them anymore, but his waterproof sheet had been removed to be used on the futon for us and his mom had insisted that he wear them `just in case.' I immediately felt bad for him and would have tried to offer an awkward apology for putting him out had Gregg not piped in that Rob should have just worn a diaper like real men do. "Real men wear diapers don't they Todd?" Greg asked.

I tried frantically to think of the right thing to say, not wanting to piss off Rob while I am a guest of his, nor wanting to admit to anything as heinous as not being a `real man'. I noticed Rob was smiling, probably already thinking of a comeback, which put me at ease knowing he wasn't offended at Gregg's suggestion.

"Sure do, I'm a real man and I'm wearing a diaper so it must be true. I can't fault your logic there," I said.

"See Rob, it's true, real men wear diapers, Todd said so. Not that he's a real man either."

"Hey! I'm wearing a diaper, so by your own logic I'm a real man," I retorted lamely wishing my wit were a bit sharper this late into the evening.

"Girls can wear diapers, too, and they're not real men." Greg countered "See Todd, real men don't wear barn yard animals on their plastic pants. They wear fire trucks instead."

"Fuck you, dipshit" Rob and I both said to him in unison.

At that moment, I was truly okay with my plight, even a bit proud in a humorous sort of way. I resolved then to try not to be bothered by my condition when around Sherry, Rob and Jarred. Maybe I needed to be a little more like Gregg and just play the best I could with what I had. That was the first in a long series of lessons that would impart to me that the fellowship of ones peers as being a more effective weapon to deal with the obstacles of life than the contents of ones bank accounts (my parents favored tactic to solve all problems was to steady ones self and throw money at it.) I was happy for myself and sad for my folks who had never learned the value of friendships. As I drifted off to sleep, I was truly right with the world, if only for a few hours time.

Morning came and I was the first to wake as Sherry knocked on the door calling for us to get up. I threw the covers aside and rolled out of bed catching a glance of myself reflected from Robs dresser mirror. I looked just like Jarred had the previous morning on our arrival; only I was bigger by about eleven years. I pushed Gregg's shoulder telling him to get up. Groggily he came awake and sat up in bed.

"Morning." He told me.

"Morning" I replied.

"What time is it?"

"A few minutes till eight."

"Breakfast will get cold if you boys don't hurry," Sherry called from downstairs.

Rob, having been woken by the commotion got out of bed, slipped a pair of shorts over his training pants, and padded out of the room.

I headed downstairs where Jarred and Freddie were already seated at the table.

"Morning all" I said to the room as I sat down.

"Good Morning, Todd," Sherry said as she sat a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me.

Gregg and Rob came into the room and soon we were all discussing our plans for the day.

Freddie even seemed to be excited about the outing, his normal aloofness having been discarded at the prospect of a day at Splashers.

During breakfast I felt my diaper flooding and knew it had to be close to its saturation point as the liquid was real slow to be absorbed. I shivered a bit as the warmth spread; Sherry noticed this and told me to get the first shower after breakfast. She similarly dispatched Gregg to the shower in the master bedroom.

I got up from the table and put my dishes in the sink, rinsing them off despite the fact that the plate was free from debris. Sherry followed me into the living room and said she would go ahead and get me out my wet diaper. I discarded my shirt as Sherry pulled down my PJ bottoms and plastic pants. My diaper was sagging a Sherry had to hold it up to keep it from coming down as well. She undid the tapes and pulled the diaper free, she quickly rolled it into a ball and taped it close. I finished stepping out of my pants and headed off naked to find the shower.

I stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. The hot water felt great and by the time I was through I felt clean and refreshed. I toweled off a stepped over to the vanity to brush my teeth all the while I was busily peering in mirror trying to detect the growth of facial hair. My parents had gotten me an electric shaver that I sometimes used despite not needing it, I think they had purchased the razor for me not out of immediate need but because I was at the age where I would soon need one. I saw something that might be a bit of fuzz on my lip but I wasn't sure, the steam on the mirror grew back too quickly for me to tell.

Wrapped only in the towel I turned over the bathroom to Freddie who was next in line and headed back downstairs. Sherry was finishing Gregg's diaper as Jarred sat transfixed by morning cartoons. I was next for the pad but rather than lay down Sherry took my towel and had me turn away from her so she could apply some Desitin to my rear. I was soon diapered in a standard enough fashion this time without plastic pants.

"I laid your clothes out on your bed so you boys finish getting ready, we need to leave soon."

We marched upstairs as she told Jarred to turn the TV off, as he too had to attend to getting dressed. I donned the shorts she had set out and appreciated the fact that they were a little loose which might help conceal my diaper a bit. I pulled on my t-shirt, looked in the mirror and determined that I could not tell I had a diaper on. In the meantime, Rob had returned from his shower and hastily got dressed. The three of us were walking out of the room when Rob stopped and ran back to his dresser and hastily extracted a pair of swim trunks. At that moment, the realization hit me that neither Gregg nor I had a bathing suit.

We got downstairs to see Sherry tiding up before our departure.

"Sherry, what are we gonna swim in?" I asked

"We'll get you guys a suit at the park," She explained.

Sherry grabbed our diaper bag and we made our way to her Taurus station wagon. Rob rode shotgun, with Greg, Jarred and me in the back seat. Freddie rode in the wagon portion of the car with instructions to sit with his back to the front of the car,

The half hour car trip was over pretty quickly and with the passes provided by Sherry's neighbor we even got VIP parking near the entrance of the park. We still had about fifteen minutes until the park opened for the day and we joined the line of people waiting for admittance. We did not wait long before the line started moving to pre-admit people to the park. We got to the ticket booth and Sherry handed the ticket girl our tickets, the young woman handed us some food passes and explained that they were part of our VIP package. The ticket girl noticed the diaper bag and told Sherry that if she had diaper-aged children she would need to go to the information booth straight ahead for park policy information. The ticket girl looked a bit quizzically at Jarred but very quickly looked away not wanting to seem unprofessional. As we approached the information booth, I saw a bit of the plastic wing material of Gregg's diaper sticking out the waistband of his shorts and I had to wonder if the ticket girl could have remained professional if she would have noticed that.

We got to the information center and Sherry placed the diaper bag on the counter. The lady who stood behind the counter was gorgeous! Her park uniform was a one piece swimsuit that was cut to not be overly sexy, but it failed miserably in its job. Gina, as her name badge pointed out worked for guest services. "I can think of a service or two," I thought wryly to myself as I felt a stirring in my diaper.

Gina, seeing the diaper bag and apparently used to giving the diaper spiel many times a day stated "We have the following policy in place regarding children in diapers for the protection of all our swimmers. Plastic swim diapers are required for all diaper-aged children. If you need an extra pair or forget to bring them for your children, Splashers has plastic swim diapers available, at cost, at the merchandise shop or information center. Diapers may be changed only at designated, sanitized changing areas. If you intend to use your own swim diaper it must be approved to comply with park policy."

Pausing long enough to breath, she continued, "Will you be providing a swim diaper?"

"No I'll purchase, thank you," Sherry said.

"Our Swim Diapers consist of a nylon swim trunk with plastic waterproof pant built in. The swim diaper is designed to be worn over either cloth or disposable diapers. The stripe going down the front of the diaper detects PH changes and will change color when in need of changing. Your child will not be allowed to ride any ride until the diaper has been changed."

Gina held up a small pair of trunks and suggested that she felt these would be of the proper size. I knew what was coming and I wished to be anywhere else in the world, my resolve from the previous night melted away in the presence of Gina.

Sherry leaned forward to speak to Gina in a somewhat softer tone. Jarred had apparently made the connection and started insisting vocally that he was a big boy and did not need to wear a diaper during the day. Gina having gotten the message one way or the other looked slightly embarrassed as she quickly made her way to the small stock room on the back of the information desk. She returned with two identically styled but larger garments, apparently having been given our sizes by Sherry. She handed the diapers over and managed to tell us "You'll find changing stations located conveniently throughout the park, the nearest is located at the main locker and shower area. Have a great day at the park," before helping the next customer behind us.

We arrived at the locker rooms where Rob and Freddie with Jarred in tow went into the men's changing area. "Rob, if you guys get done before we do I want you to wait right here for us, okay?" Sherry called after him.

Sherry led us into the changing area, which could accommodate two sets of parents simultaneously. The changing area had fold down changing tables on opposite walls and a bench seat running in front of each. The room was completed with a sink and a disposal unit. Sherry took Gregg's shoes and socks from him and lifted his shirt off. Greg dropped his shorts and handed them to Sherry. Sherry dropped a finger into the front of Gregg's diaper and pulled it out. "Geez, Aunt Sherry you could have just asked," he told her. "Sorry, hon, it's habit." She gave him the swim diaper and had him pull it up. She spun him around and checked to make sure the diaper was fully covered and that the internal plastic pant was covering all the diaper.

During this I had seen fit to remove my shirt, shorts, shoes and socks. Sherry asked if I was wet, which of course I was. I nodded to her and she had me lay back on a changing mat she had placed on the bench.. She folded down the table from the wall and put our diaper bag onto it. She pulled out a fresh diaper, powder and a pop up tube of wipes.

She was undoing the tapes on my diaper when the door opened and a woman with a toddler walked in.

The woman did a double take and then somewhat awkwardly said, "I'm sorry, I'll come back in a minute."

"Don't mind us, were almost done anyhow" Sherry reassured her.

The woman folded down the table and placed her son on it, I couldn't help but notice the blue stripe on the front of his swim trunks was an angry orange in the crotch. Great I thought, bad enough to be in diapers, even worse to draw attention to the fact.

Sherry had disposed of my diaper and popped the top on the diaper wipes. She pulled one free and shook the container. "Shoot I'm out of wipes," Sherry said.

The other woman handed Sherry her flat pack and told her "You can use these if you like" I looked over and for once Gregg appeared to be a bit embarrassed too. Sherry set the Huggies natural care wipes on the table and proceeded to clean and powder my groin. She handed the wipes back to woman and thanked her.

Sherry unfolded a new diaper and I noticed this one was a different kind than we had been wearing. These had a big blue center panel with internal leak guards running from front to back, the wings of the diaper were fuller as well. She slid the diaper under me and I noticed it was slightly thicker than the others, the crotch of the diaper really bunching between my legs. She handed me my swim trunks and I pulled them up and did my best to make sure they were right. Sherry still adjusted them slightly to account for the higher back of my new disposable.

"Thanks again for the wipes," Sherry said out as we walked toward the door.

"Don't worry about it," the woman said back as she finished her son's diaper and pulled on his trunks. I noticed the stripe in the front had reverted to its original blue coloration. A moment later two women and three boys in diapers walked out from the changing station.