My eyes widened as we drove into the driveway of an honest to goodness house. Theretofore, I had lived in apartments and institutions, and living in a house was something people did in the movies. A woman came out of the front door and called out excitedly to us, as she stepped down off the porch. Mommy introduced me to the smiling woman who's name was crystal. Mommy explained to me that she and crystal lived together as a couple, and that instead of having a daddy, I would have two mommies. Crystal gave me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead, and told me how happy I would be living with her and mommy. "Lets get your things unpacked, and then we can get to know each other." Crystal suggested brightly. She reached into the trunk of the car and took out my little suit case. Her face assumed a curious expression as her eyes lit on the packages of pampers. She looked inquiringly at mommy who explained that I had a wetting problem, and that we needed to make an appointment to see a doctor as soon as possible.

Since I had so few belongings, moving in was a short process, and before I knew it, Mommy, crystal and I were sitting comfortably in the living room. After both women had perused the folder of papers which mommy had gotten from the court, they discussed my bladder problems while I lay on the floor watching television. "Does he know when he has to go to the bathroom?" Crystal asked reflectively. "I really don't know." Mommy replied. Crystal beckoned for me to come to her. She lifted me onto her lap, gently took my chin in her fingers and tilted my face. "Can you tell when you have to peepee?" She asked. "I don't feel nothing; it just happens, and I don't know about it until it happens. Its too late then, and I get in trouble." I replied. "Can you tell when your diaper is wet?" she asked. I nodded yes, and told her that I knew when my diaper needed changing, but I really never knew when I actually wet. She asked me was my diaper wet, and I nodded. Crystal stood me before her, unfastened my pants and squeezed my sodden diaper. "You need changing don't you." She said. "Mommy told you to let some body know when your diaper is wet." Mommy gently reproved me. "Go in your room, and bring me a diaper, and I'll change you. When you need a new diaper, you should let mommy or me know, so that you don't get your pants wet." Crystal said. I went into my bedroom, and retrieved a diaper from the open package which stood on my dresser. I just stood there for a moment surveying my room. For the first time in my life I had my very own room, my own bed, my own dresser and everything. I even had a toy box, which had some toys in it, and they were my very own toys. I found myself completely bedazzled by the shear magnitude of all that I had acquired out of the blue. Crystal laughed and gently pulled my nose as I skipped merrily back into the living room. She laid me on the couch and changed me. She then sat down and lifted me into her lap. "Tomorrow we are going to see a real nice doctor, and we are gona get your peepee fixed so you won't need diapers. Won't that be nice?" Crystal said brightly.

The rest of that day past in a fog of joy and excitement. I could hardly comprehend this new and wonderful life which now lay before me. When ever my diaper was wet, I would tell mommy or crystal, and they would change me. Having my diaper changed so gently and lovingly was heavenly; gone was the fear and trepidation, and nothing but sweet security and contentment took their place. I remember experiencing shock, confusion and frank curiosity the first time I saw Mommy and Crystal holding hands, and I squealed with laughter when Crystal put her arms around Mommy, and they kissed one another. "Come here baby." Mommy said, as she and Crystal separated. "We had better have a little talk now. Ok?" Mommy continued. She sat me down on the couch between herself and a worried looking Crystal. Mommy paused reflectively, and knitted her eyebrows for a moment before continuing. "You see baby, Crystal and I are married, kind of like a husband and wife, except neither of us are really a husband. We love one another, and so we live together as a married couple. Most kids have a mommy and a daddy, you know, like on Little House on the Prairie. You know, there is mr. and mrs. Engles, but at our house, it's not like that." Mommy threw up her hands in mild exasperation. "I'm not doing so hot with this. Help me out Crystal." Crystal looked earnestly into my face before speaking. "You see baby, your mommy and I are gay. Have you ever heard the word lesbian?" She asked. I shook my head in the negative. "But you and Mommy live together, and you love each other, and you love me? I asked. Crystal nodded emphatically, and mommy nodded as well. "Ok; That's cool." I said simply. They both sighed with relief and laughed. I wasn't sure what was so funny, but they both seemed as though an uncomfortable business had been attended to in a most satisfactory fashion, and they were glad to have it over with. "I don't care if I don't have a daddy, because men have been mean to me, and they hurt me some times." I continued. Mommy pulled me into her lap and hugged me close before planting a big kiss on my forehead. "Well baby, no body won't ever hurt you never ever again. You are with Mommy and Crystal now, and we won't let any body hurt you again." She blinked back tears, and hugged me even more closely, and this time, the hug lasted for a good long time. I nestled my head into Mommy's breast, and reveled in the warmth and closeness. I then sat up and looked at Crystal, and the angry expression on her face disconcerted me not a little. However, perceiving my consternation, Crystal assumed a cheerful visage and nudged me playfully under the chin. "Your mommy's right; we won't never let no body hurt you. They'll have both of us to deal with if they try. Ok?" She said brightly. I nodded my understanding and smiled happily. I sat on the couch between my new parents basking in their undivided attention and love. It felt so warm and secure sitting there between the two of them. They seemed to radiate such deep love and tenderness for one another and for me as well. I had never known such a sense of well being in my entire life, and my happiness and serenity were complete. After the initial euphoria had worn off, I began to feel more and more curious about my new surroundings. I started to feel a burning desire to go exploring. This was such a big house, and I reasoned that it was full of new and interesting things. I had no idea at the time how correct this particular line of reason would turn out to be; was I ever in for a surprise. After a while, Mommy went into the kitchen to fix dinner, and Crystal started making phone calls. It was time to go exploring.

I first went into Crystal's and Mommy's bedroom. There wasn't anything of interest in there; there was just the usual things one would find in any bedroom in the world. I next went into the bathroom, and was surprised to see several rubber bag like objects, with all manner of different kinds of rubber tubes protruding from the bags or laying in coils on a shelf. I hadn't a clue as to their use, and I quickly lost interest. Bypassing my room, I proceeded down the hall where there were three more rooms just waiting for me to explore them. The walls of the first room I entered, were festooned with all sorts of leather straps, strange clothing and implements the likes of which I had never seen. I had absolutely no idea what to make of this room and its strange contents. After looking around for a few minutes, I decided to check out the next room. The second room contained some extremely odd furnishings, and again, I had no idea as to the nature and uses of that which I beheld. After playing for a while on the strange furniture, I quitted the room and headed for the last one. As I started to open the door and go inside, I was startled by Mommy's voice calling to me. "Have you seen Ray?" Mommy's voice sounded worried. "I've been on the phone, but he couldn't have gotten far." Crystal replied. "Here I am." I yelled. Mommy laughed with relief as she came down the hall toward me. "What have you been up to?" She asked. "I have been looking in the rooms Mommy. Say what are all those leather things on the wall? And what are those strange things in the other room? I've never seen stuff like that before." I said.

Mommy drew me into the living room and gave Crystal a concerned look. Crystal was nonplussed when Mommy told her what I had been up to. "This was gona happen sooner or later, and I would have preferred later to sooner. How can we hide something like this? I knew this would be an issue, but I haven't figured out how to address it." Crystal's voice was filled with dismay. "We shouldn't hide anything, and we don't need to sugar coat anything either. Lets just play it strait, because Ray has to learn right now what we do here. It's gona be a part of his life as well, and he should know about it and understand it as well." There was an air of finality and certainty in Mommy's voice, and Crystal nodded in agreement. They sat me down between them once more, and Mommy began to speak. "I am a teacher at a school for disabled children, and Crystal is self employed. I mean, she has her own business. You were looking at the things that she uses in her work. Most of the basement is full of her work stuff too. You see, Crystal does things to people, because they pay her to do them. Some times people like to have unusual things done to them, and that's what Crystal does." Mommy finished speaking and looked at Crystal. "You see baby, I am what is called a dominatrix, and people like to be spanked and have all kinds of things done to them, and that is what I do. Do you understand what Mommy and I are trying to explain?" I nodded in partial understanding. "Ok; that's cool." I replied simply. They both seemed rather onward, and I couldn't figure out why. I was wholly unconcerned about the matter; I was just curious.

After dinner, we watched television for the rest of the evening. Mommy then bathed me and diapered me for the night. At first it felt glorious in my own room, and in my very own bed too. However, I began to feel some what afraid in this new and strange place, and I very badly wanted my mommy. I climbed out of bed, and went into their room. "Are you ok baby?" Mommy asked. "I'm scared by myself in there; can I sleep with you?" I replied. Crystal laughed and suggested that I be placed between them. I spent the rest of that night in utter contentment between the slumbering forms of Mommy and Crystal.