The school was buzzing with the news of John’s abduction and escape! Very little had been written in the paper and to protect his privacy, John’s name had been omitted. Nevertheless, everyone knew about it, and the story had been embellished and exaggerated. Fellow students cornered me in the hallway with questions like, “Did John really kill his father with a chainsaw?” One favorite mis-version was that John had gotten out of the car and stolen the truck. Then he had led his father on a high-speed chase in which he had finally rammed his father’s car and forced him off the cliff! When we were given a composition assignment in English, I suggested to John that he write a story about what really happened.

After school I went with John to his house. After John had been changed, and I was properly diapered, I told him about my mother agreeing to let me wear diapers all the time, except for school. John was ecstatic!

“I can give you some almost new cloth diapers,” he said. “We have tons of them. We have a lot more disposables than we need, too, so if my Mom says it’s okay, we could give you some of those. We get them all free and they are really good ones. They are better than the ones they sell in the drug store.”

Then we each set to work on our English compositions. I wrote mine about moving to a new town and being very lonely until I unexpectedly made a wonderful friend. John wrote the true story of his abduction by his father, including a short background on his life with his father prior to being placed in the Olson’s foster home.

While I was at John’s house my mother called to speak to Mrs. Olson about my diapers. She wanted to find out the best kind to buy.

“Oh, I can give you some of ours if you don’t mind used ones. We have a ton of them. I can give you some cloth for day and night, and if you want some disposables I can give you a box of those to try,” Mrs. Olson said.

“That would be great! We plan to use mostly cloth since Brian will not be using them for school. Could I come over and get them?”

“Sure! Why don’t I have Brian call you when he is ready to come home and you can get him and the diapers at the same time,” Mrs. Olson said.

Later my Mom came to get me, and the diapers. After thanking Mrs. Olson, we went home. When my father saw me in my cloth diaper he said, “I think that we had better get you some bigger jeans to go with those diapers. They do puff you out a bit!”

When it was bedtime, my Mom came up to give me the first diaper change that she had done since I was a baby. I pulled down my jeans and got up on my bed.

“You had better let me put this changing pad down that Mrs. Olson gave me.”

So I got up while my Mom put the changing pad on my bed. Then I lay down and she un-pinned my soggy diaper. She took a clean nighttime diaper out of the bag that Mrs. Olson had given her and slid it under my behind. Then she sprinkled baby powder on me. I was very hard and a little embarrassed by it.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “The same thing happened when you were a baby.”

When the diaper was pinned on tightly, she slipped a clean pair of plastic pants on me. Then I went to bed. I put my thumb in my mouth and went to sleep happily. My diaper was wet in the morning.

My Mom came in to check my diaper and asked, “Did you wet your diaper in your sleep or while you were awake?”

“I wet it in my sleep,” I said.

“I think that it is lucky we decided to put you in diapers. You are apparently starting to need them,” she said.

I took a shower and got ready for school. I was starting to feel naked when I didn’t have a diaper on. The rest of the week I was in diapers full time except for school.

I had pooped in my diapers at John’s house, but not yet at my own. I was anxious about it, I think, because I didn’t have a BM for several days. Then on Friday night after dinner, I was watching TV at home and all of a sudden I had to go bad.

“Mom, I have to poop,” I said.

“Well, do it in your diaper, silly. That is what they are for,” she said.

So I did. I felt myself grow hard as I loaded my diaper. The plastic pants held in most of the smell, but not all.

“I think we have a little stinker in the room,” my Dad said.

“Come up and let me change you for bed,” my Mom said.

She unpinned my messy diaper and wiped me with some large size baby wipes. Then I was taken into the bathroom where my Mom sprayed me off with the shower hose. It was almost bedtime so she put me in my thick nighttime diaper. I felt great!