My best friend Josh and I was joyriding around in his newly acquired 1989 Toyota Corolla. Even if the car was 10 years old, Josh still had a car to drive. Josh was already 16 and I was to turn 16 in little over 4 months from now and my parents told me that I could get a car when I turned 16. We were having the best time driving around seeing all our friends. Josh decided to drive out to a park just on the edge of town near the lake. He was driving a little fast, but I didn’t care, It was fun driving around with my best friend. All of a sudden, I knew that we weren’t going to make the curve. I heard his wheels squeal and that was the last thing I remember.

I woke up in the hospital only to ask what happened. The nurse told me that I was in a car accident two days ago. I asked immediately if Josh was ok. She informed me that he was released from the hospital that same day with bruises and cuts. I realized that I wasn’t so lucky. My parents came into my room after they had learned that I had gained consciousness. They asked me how I was feeling. I told them that my head hurt and I ached all over. “Well after all that you’ve been through, I can see why,” they added. My injuries were that I broke my right arm, with a cast from my fingers to my shoulder blade. My left was severely bruised and cut. I had 38 stitches to close one wound, which was wrapped in bandages from the upper thigh to my ankles My right leg had several bruises and cuts, which would make walking very difficult. Along with these injuries, they told me that I had bruised my bladder and my spleen had to be removed. The doctors didn’t know what type of damage was done and only time would tell. Because of my condition I had an external catheter placed on me, which was going to be removed once I gained consciousness. Since I had my arm was in a cast and my leg was wrapped up due to the several cuts and bruises, I was going to have to stay in bed for the most part for the duration of my hospital stay, which would be a week. I asked the doctor what if I had to go to the bathroom. He told me that there would be urinal for me to use and that when I needed to release my bowels, someone would help me to the toilet. He also told me that since my bladder was bruised that it might be possible that I might be come incontinent. Of course I didn’t know what that word meant, but I didn’t bother to ask. My parents, on the other hand, were extremely concerned about my pending condition.

A male nurse came in and removed my catheter, which felt great to have that thing removed. He placed my urinal container next to my bedside. I asked him if I could wear underwear since I felt a little naked without them. He told me that if I had to go to the bathroom, It might be difficult to pull down my underwear in time to go and I would end up soiling myself. After he left I was given a lunch and shortly after that I fell asleep. My parents left my room and got something to eat. I woke up within 3 hours and felt cold and wet within my bed. I placed my hand inside my sheets and discovered that I had wet my bed. I didn’t want my parents to know this so I called the nurse. He told me that things like this happen and he would take care of it. He left and then returned with fresh linen, a new dry hospital gown and some other supplies. He helped me change out of my wet gown and had me roll over to one side so he could change the sheets. After the sheets were changed he went over to his supply cart and took out what appeared to be a disposable diaper. I asked what that was for and he replied that it was common for patients with injuries like you to wear some type of incontinent garment. I now knew what incontinent meant. I told him that I didn’t want to wear a diaper and that I wasn’t a baby and I was too old to wear diapers. He told me that I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Since there was the possibility of having more wetting accidents, it is the hospital rules that patients that have wetting accidents are required to wear some type of incontinent undergarments. The nurse uncovered me and placed the thick disposable diaper underneath me. I couldn’t believe that I was going to being diapered by a male nurse. He taped my diaper up and my gown was pulled down over the diaper. After everything was changed, he pulled my sheets and blanket over me. My parents came into my room again and asked I was I feeling. I told them that I felt terrible and no longer wanted to be in the hospital and wanted to go home. My dad said that I would have to stay a little while longer and that I would get use to wearing diapers while I was hospitalized. I guess the doctor had already discussed this with them.

Later on that afternoon, Josh had heard that I was conscious and came to the hospital to see me. He brought me a Gameboy for me and he said that he was really sorry what had happened. I asked him the condition of his car and he replied that it was totaled. The police ticketed him for speeding and driving too fast for conditions. He told me that my parents decided not to press any charges against him for the accident. I was glad to hear that. Josh asked me if he could see my leg, but I told him that maybe later. I didn’t want Josh to see that I was wearing a diaper. We visited a little while longer when the nurse came in and told Josh that visiting hours were over and that he had to leave. After Josh left, the nurse placed a clean dry diaper on my bed and proceeded to change my wet diaper. I hadn’t even realized that I had wet myself and was really bummed that I couldn’t control my bladder. My parents stayed with me an hour or two and as they were leaving I could feel that I was pooping in my diaper. I didn’t have any control over it and even didn’t feel the sensation that I had to poop. I didn’t want to spend the night in a messy diaper so I called for the nurse again. He asked me what the trouble was and I had to tell him that I had messed my pants. He said to me, “Aren’t you glad that we put a diaper on you. If you didn’t have a diaper on, this would be a terrible mess to clean up.” He retrieved a clean thick disposable diaper and pulled off the tapes of my wet and messy diaper. He took out some wipes and cleaned me up. As he was doing this and looking at the clean dry diaper that was going to be place on me, I couldn’t help but think if I was going to have to wear diapers for a long time. After I was cleaned up and placed in a dry diaper I felt better and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up with my parents by my side. They asked me if I slept ok and that if I needed a change. I told that I slept ok and knew that I was really wet and confirmed that I needed a change. My dad said that he wanted to change me, so that way in case I would have to wear them at home he could re-learn how to change my diaper since I my legs were badly bruised, changing my own diapers would be difficult. I told him that I wasn’t going to wear diapers at home and that this would clear up before I left the hospital. He said, “I hope so.” He went over and pulled out a thick disposable diaper from the linen closet and uncovered me and pulled up my gown exposing my awfully wet disposable diaper. “Looks like you had a very wet night. I bet wearing these diapers make sleeping more comfortable?” I didn’t say anything as he proceeded to change my diapers. The nurse came in and said that it was hospital procedures that the nurse takes care of diaper changes but thanked my dad for doing it. I guess the hospital didn’t want any lawsuits, so any type of changes in dressings, I.V changes or even diaper changes, it was hospital rules that nurses to do them.

My friends and relatives during the course of my hospital stay visited me. Josh visited every day, which I enjoyed. I made sure that no one knew that I had to wear diapers. One day I was placed in a wheelchair and Josh took me all over the hospital to get me out of my hospital room. During this tour I had wet myself really good and I needed a diaper change. I told Josh to return to my room and then I called for the nurse. When the nurse came in, he asked Josh to leave for a few minutes. After the nurse had changed my diapers and told Josh he could come back into the room, Josh asked what had happened and why he had to leave the room. I explained that I had to go to the bathroom and felt uneasy with you being in the room. I told him that with my legs the way they were and having my arm in a cast, I needed help to the bathroom and felt embarrassed about it. “Don’t worry about it, we all need help from time to time and before you know it you’ll be good as new”. I hoped that Josh was right and that I could get out of these diapers real soon before anyone knew about them.

The day had came when I was going to be released from the hospital. The doctors told me that the incision from the removal of my spleen would heal in about 4-6 weeks. The leg needed to heal after about 4-6 weeks of the bruises and major cuts. The stitches would dissolve on their own in about a month and a half. My arm cast would come off in about 2 to 2 ½ months. He told me that he wasn’t sure if I would regain control of my bladder. He told me that I would have to give it more time to heal and that hopefully my bladder would go back to its normal working condition. By this time I had bowel control, which I was extremely pleased with. Wetting myself was one thing, but messing myself was another. I was released to the care of my parents and leaving the hospital wearing a thick disposable diaper. By this time also, I learned that I could walk with crutches, but at a very slow pace. I was going to have a wheelchair in my house to make things easier for me to get around if I wanted to. My parents were going to have the den turned into my bedroom, since it was on the first floor of our house and closer to the kitchen and other areas of the house. My bedroom was on the 2nd floor and walking up the stairs with my legs would be too difficult for me. Once we got home and I was helped into the house I told my dad that I needed a change. He helped me on my bed and took off the hospital pajamas that I had on and changed my wet diaper. After my diapers were changed he brought in a pair of Nike breakaway running pants. He told me that these running pants would be perfect for me to get on especially with my legs all wrapped up from the bandages and would make my diaper changes easier. I used my crutches as much as possible. I did not want to depend on my wheelchair, although my wheelchair was there for my use if I was pushing myself too hard and were it to become difficult to walk. Even with my legs badly damaged and my arm in a cast, using my crutches was a slow method of transportation. Hopefully I would be able to learn to walk without the use of my crutches within the near future. I was more anxious to shed my diapers than learning to walk without my crutches, but for now I needed protection from daily and nightly wettings.

After lunch, Josh stopped over to see how I was doing. We talked a little bit about the accident and how he wasn’t able going to fix his car. As it turns out, his car was totaled and his parents weren’t going to help him out since the accident was his fault and he injured his best friend. His parents told him that he would have save up his own money to buy a new car, which according to Josh, could be a couple of years. As we were talking, my parents stuck their heads into my room and said that they needed to go to the store to pick up some supplies and groceries and would it be alright if Josh could stay with me until they got back. They did not want to leave me alone, in case I would happen to need something or fall from my crutches. I told them, “Sure, go on ahead, I’ll be fine. Josh and I will play Nintendo while you’re gone.” Since I just had my diaper changed just before Josh came over, I knew that I wouldn’t need another change before dinner.

Josh and I played Nintendo all afternoon and he never once suspected that I was wearing a disposable diaper. While we were playing Nintendo, I did wet myself. But it was later in the afternoon and Josh was about to leave, so I didn’t have to worry about changing myself while Josh was present. Around 4:30pm my parents returned with loads of groceries. Josh decided to leave as soon as my parents came back. He said that we should do something tomorrow morning to get you out of the house. I said that would be fine, but call first. As my parents were unloading the car and bringing in the groceries, my dad carried in a case of disposable diapers and several large bags of stuff that must came from a Home Health Care store. At this time, I didn’t what the bags contained of, but I figured that it would most certainly be wrapping for my casts and such.

Right before dinner my dad asked me if I needed a change. I replied with a certain yes. I hobbled over toward my bed and lay down. Since my arm was in a cast, it was impossible for me to change myself, so until my arm cast came off, I would have to depend on someone else to change my diapers or hopefully when I no longer needed diapers. My dad unsnapped my Nike pants and un-taped my wet diaper. He went over to new case of Attends diapers and pulled one out. As he was putting the dry one on me, I couldn’t help but notice that this diaper was thicker than the one I wore from the hospital. My dad explained that since I tended to wet my diapers a little more heavily than expected, it would only be right for me to wear a thicker diaper to handle my daytime wettings. After my snap-on pants were pulled back into place I noticed the extra bulk of diaper causing my pants to be more on the bulk side. My dad told me that I would get use to wearing these diapers over a period of time. “What does he mean, Over a period of time. Does he think I’m going to continue in having daytime and nighttime accidents require diapers longer than I expect?”

After dinner, I was pretty exhausted from today’s activities, so I told my parents that I was going to bed early. They thought it was probably a good idea. I needed my rest to get well again. I entered my new bedroom on the first floor as my dad followed me inside. I was able to take off my shirt and snap pants with little or no ease. As I sat on my bed, wearing only my wet and now messy disposable diaper, my dad said to me, “looks like someone couldn’t quite make it to the bathroom. I see that I have a messy diaper to change as well as a wet one.” I told him that right after dinner I felt the urge to go #2, but before I knew it I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I messed my diaper. He replied, “that’s why I’m wearing diapers, to keep me from wetting and messing my pants.” He pulled off my wet and messy diaper and cleaned me up. As I was lying there on the bed butt naked, my dad went over to the closet and pulled out what appeared to be cloth diapers and plastic pants. He explained that since I was going to have to wear a thicker diaper at night to handle additional hours without a diaper change. My parents thought that to save money I would wear thick cloth diapers and plastic pants to bed. I was mortified that I was going to be diapered like a newborn baby. It was one thing in having to wear disposable diapers during the day, but having to wear regular cloth diapers and plastic pants at night was another. My dad told me that no one would ever learn of my diapered state, unless I told him. My dad placed 3 thick cloth diapers underneath me and pinned them up on each side with 2 large diaper pins. My night diapers were made of Birdseye diaper cloth with a terry cloth soaker panel in the middle of the diaper. My diaper pins were larger than normal, but other than the size, they looked exactly like baby diaper pins. Once my diapers were pinned snuggly on me, my dad produced a large size pair of plastic pants. These plastic pants weren’t the pull-on style, but they were of the snap on style. Since I had trouble putting on pants over my cast my parents purchased these snap on plastic pants to fit easily over my night diapers. These snap on plastic pants also featured a safety flap of extra plastic on the sides, so that if I was to roll over, any wetness in my diapers would still be contained and not leak out on the sides of my plastic pants. After my dad finished diapering me, my mom came into my room and kissed me good night. I was just lying there, clad only in thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. I was a little embarrassed at the thought of wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants and having my mom see me in them, but I guess it wasn’t the first time either. The lights were turned off and my bedroom door was closed. I lay there feeling the comfort of my thick cloth diapers and plastic pants, I actually felt very comfortable wearing these diapers and knew that in the morning my diapers were going to be wet and I would be able to get a good nights rest. For the first time since I wore my first diaper in the hospital, I actually started to enjoy wearing diapers. The feeling of the thick cloth diapers nestled between my legs and the plastic pants that cover it. I hoped that even though I enjoyed being diapered and the extra attention of wearing diapers gave, I wanted to get out of diapers as soon as possible. I did not to be the only 15-year old to return to school wearing diapers.

The next morning I woke up and placed my hand inside my plastic pants only to discover very wet diapers. Within moments, my dad came in and retrieved a disposable diaper from my closet. He threw off my covers and unsnapped my plastic pants. He carefully unpinned my very wet diapers. He grabbed the disposable diaper and placed it underneath me and taped it in place. I sat up and with the help of my dad; I put on a pair of cotton running shorts and a tee shirt. I got my crutches and went into the kitchen for breakfast. As I walked toward the kitchen I noticed the crinkling sound as I walked. I guess this was from the plastic backing from my disposable diaper and I would have to get use to it and even try to cover it up. After breakfast Josh appeared on my doorstop. My mom invited him in and we both went into the living room. As I sat down on the sofa, I could tell that Josh had heard the crinkling sound, but wasn’t sure if he knew what it was or even the fact that I was wearing diapers. He looked at me every time he heard the crinkling and asked me what that noise was. I told him that I didn’t hear anything. Josh asked me if I wanted to go with him to the mall later on that morning. He told me that his mom would drive them and it would be cool if Josh could push me around the mall in a wheelchair. I wanted to go and get out of the house. It had been awhile since I was out in public and needed to see some of my friends again. My mother told Josh that it would be a wonderful idea to get me out of the house. Josh said to me, “Well, go and get dressed and I’ll call my mom to pick us up. We’ll leave from here.” My mother told Josh that why don’t you go home and then you and your mother can pick up Tim. Josh thought it over and said, “OK, I’ll be back within a half hour.” After Josh left I told my mother I was a little apprehensive about going out in public wearing diapers. My mother told me not to worry and no one would ever notice. Both my mom and I went into my room in which I took off my shorts and shirt. I lay down on my bed and my mom un-taped my wet disposable diaper. She went over to my closet and retrieved a thick disposable diaper and a diaper-doubler. She told me that the diaper-doubler would give me added protection and that since I couldn’t change my own diapers and didn’t want anyone else to know about my condition that it was best that I wear a thicker absorbent diaper. My mom helped me put on another pair of those snap on running pants. I wore a printed tee shirt and let it hang out over my pants. I looked myself in the mirror and my mom was right, you couldn’t tell that I was wearing diapers, except for the crinkling sound, but the nylon running pants covered most of the noise up. Josh and his mother came by and picked me up.

Once in the mall I traded my crutches for a wheelchair. Josh carefully helped me into the chair and while he was doing this he gave me a strange look, like he had noticed something. We enjoyed ourselves and spent the entire late morning and afternoon in the mall. We had lunch in the food court and right after lunch Josh said that he had to go to the bathroom. He asked me if I needed to use the facility and needed help getting into the stall to go to the bathroom. I told him that I didn’t need to use the restroom, which of course was the truth. I already had wet my diaper by this time. Since I was wearing an extra thick disposable diaper, I was confident that my diaper would handle the entire afternoon. Josh didn’t comment on that fact that during the entire day, I hadn’t used the restroom and could tell that he was putting two and two together. After our day at the mall ended, his mother pulled up their van to the curbside and Josh helped me get from the wheelchair to the van. He was helping me with one arm and as I got into the van I could feel that my shirt had ridden up but was unsure if my disposable diaper was visible or that if Josh had seen my diapers. I was dropped off at my house, Josh and his mother left. Once in side, my mother asked me to my bedroom, she knew that I needed a diaper change. My diaper was changed and we sat down and ate dinner. Josh called and asked if he could come over and sit outside on this warm summer night. I thought it would be a good idea and told him to come over.

Since it was really warm outside, my mother had me put on a pair of cotton shorts, like the ones I had on in the morning. My diaper was just changed and I didn’t need another change. Josh came over and we both sat outside in the lawn chairs. We talked about how much fun it was to spend the day with me. He was glad to see me enjoy myself, too. Josh had opened up the discussion about my injuries and everything that had happened. Then he said to me,“Tim, can I ask you a personal question?” I said, “sure,”

“Well, this morning when I was over, I had noticed a crinkling sound and then during the entire day I had noticed that you never once did need to use the bathroom. I also noticed that while you sat in the wheelchair, your pants seemed unusually bulky for the type of pants you were wearing. Then while I was helping you out of the wheelchair and into the van, I noticed something that confirmed my suspicions.”

“What are you getting at, Josh?” I quickly interrupted.

“Tim, are you wearing diapers?”

“Yes, Josh I’m wearing diapers, does that make you happy to discover that I have to wear a diaper?” I added.

“I never knew that you had to wear diapers before. Why am I just discovering it now?” Josh asked.

“I was hoping that wearing diapers would be a short-term problem and no one would ever have to know, but I guess I should have told you from the start. Apparently because of the accident, I had bruised my bladder to cause enough damage to lose control over my bladder. The doctors don’t know when I’ll be able to control my bladder or even ever. So until this problem of mine continues, I have to wear diapers to prevent wetting accidents,” I told Josh.

“Do you also have a problem controlling your bowels?” Josh asked.

“No not really, at first yes, but if I sit on the toilet in the morning before a diaper is put on me and in the evening, I can pretty much control my bowels. Once in awhile I have messed my diapers because I couldn’t get to the bathroom in time. Luckily for me, that I’m wearing diapers or otherwise I’d have a huge mess to deal with,” I confessed.

“Why not wear absorbent type underwear like Goodnites or Pull-ups, something like that instead of diapers? Josh asked.

“I don’t know, I was put into disposable diapers at the hospital and that was the only thing my parents put me into after the hospital. I guess I should ask them if I could try wearing something like that. It sure would beat wearing diapers.”

“I can’t believe that because of my actions on the day of the accident, you are now in diapers. I can’t help but feel that this is my entire fault and I won’t blame you if you don’t want to be my friend anymore. What can I do to make this up to you?” Josh told me. I replied to Josh that I don’t blame him for the accident, it was something that just happened and as far as my injuries go, I’ll get better over time. I did ask him that I needed him to be my friend more now that ever as since I’m in diapers, I’m not sure who’ll be my friend now. Josh placed his hand on my leg and told me that he’ll do whatever it takes and it doesn’t matter if I wear diapers or not, he’d always be my friend.

My mom called and told Josh that he had needed go home that it was getting pretty late and that I needed to get to bed. As I got up from the lawn chair, you really could hear the crinkling from my disposable diapers. All Josh said as he padded my diapered rear end, “Tim I’m glad to told me about your diapers and I’m sorry that this had to happen buddy and your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell a soul about you wearing diapers.”

“Thanks, Josh,” I added. Josh left through the side yard and I went inside the house. After getting a quick glass of milk I went into my bedroom and lay down on my bed. My dad pulled off my shorts and took off my wet disposable diaper. He placed some thick cloth diapers underneath me and while he was doing this he said to me, “I’m glad that you told Josh that you have to wear diapers. Now you don’t have to hide it anymore.” He finished pinning my diapers in place and started to snap on my plastic pants in place when I asked him if I could try in wearing those Goodnites or Pull-ups instead of diapers. He responded that he never thought of something like that. He just assumed that diapers were the only item that would contain my wettings. He said that he would go to the store yet tonight and buy some, if they make them in my size, that way I would be able to try them out in the morning. After I was securely placed in my night diapers I fell asleep.

The next morning I was wet as usual and my dad took off my very wet diapers and gave me my bath as they did every morning. My dad pulled out a package of XL Goodnites, which said that it would fit up to 125lbs. He opened the package and told me I should to able to put these on by myself, since they were a pull-on style. He helped me the first time, pulling the disposable underwear over my damaged legs, it was alittle difficult, but overall they fit perfectly. My dad added that the only thing that was at a disadvantage was that when I needed to change these Goodnites, I would have to have off my shoes and pants in order to put a dry one back on. I said that I’d rather do that then have to wear a bulky diaper all day. “I hope they work. You’re a pretty heavy wetter and hopefully they are absorbent enough to handle your daytime accidents,” My dad told me.

“I’m sure they’ll work out,” I added. I like the feeling that these Goodnites were a lot thinner than my disposable diapers, but I did notice that they still made a crinkling sound, not as bad but I still think it noticeable.

After breakfast I needed to entertain myself for the day as Josh had to go to his grandmother’s for the day and my dad went to work and my mom was busy with the housework. As I played Nintendo, I felt that I was wetting myself. As the liquid absorbed into my disposable underpants, I also noticed that they were leaking on the leg opening. I got up quick as possible to avoid the chair from being wet than it already was. I thought to myself that maybe I didn’t have them on correctly which caused them to leak. I took off my wet shorts and pulled apart the wet Goodnite. I pulled another Goodnite on and put on another pair of clean, dry shorts over them. After I changed myself, I noticed all the supplies in my closet when I was pulling out a dry Goodnite. I decided to have a better look. Inside my closet I noticed several cloth diapers, numerous diaper pins and dozens of plastic pants. Some of the plastic pants weren’t like the ones I wore to bed, but some of them were the pull on style and some of them had prints on them. I examined a pair of plastic pants that had the print on them only to discover that they had circus animals on them. I thought that my parents accidentally bought these, but upon further investigation I noticed that these plastic pants were indeed my size. Wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants at night was one thing, but to wear more of a babyish plastic pants over my diapers was another. Also in my closet, was a tee shirt that was longer and had snaps at the bottom. It looked like an Onesies that babies wore over their diapers to conceal their diapered bottom. As I looked at the various types of disposable diapers that were in my closet I noticed the regular ones that were sent with me from the hospital, the thicker disposable diapers and some disposable diapers that were baby blue in coloring. These diapers even had the same prints on the front of the diaper as those plastic pants had. I couldn’t believe my eyes of all the diapers and supplies that were in my closet. I even noticed what appeared to be a pair of thick trainers with a plastic cover. What did my parents think about me, that I was going to have to wear diapers for the rest of my life?!

I returned in playing Nintendo for the rest of the morning. About lunchtime, my mother came into my room and told me that lunch was ready. As she told me, she asked me if I had wet myself. I looked down and noticed that my shorts were wet along with the chair I was sitting in. I didn’t even notice that I had wet myself playing Nintendo. I was so intent in playing my games that I didn’t notice that I wet my pants. She asked me if I was wearing the Goodnites, in which I responded that I was wearing them. “Obviously those Goodnites don’t protect you was well as you have wanted them to. Lets get you changed into something dry before you have your lunch.”

My mother helped me pull down my wet shorts and then the extremely wet Goodnite. She told me to lie down on my bed in which she pulled out a thick disposable diaper, and placed it underneath me and taped them up. She helped me pull on another clean pair of shorts and right then I knew that I wouldn’t be able to wear the Goodnites anymore on the count that I couldn’t rely on their protection and I was going to have to wear regular diapers to keep me dry.

After lunch my mother told me that we were going to the grocery store to pick up some things that they had forgotten on their recent trip. She told me that she wanted me to go along, since she didn’t want to leave me alone. She asked me if I needed another change before going out for the afternoon. I told her that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to have a clean fresh diaper on. I went into my bedroom and lied down. My mom took off my shorts and un-taped my damp diaper. She got out one of those baby blue diapers with the prints on the front and proceeded to place them on me. As she was doing this, she told me that she wasn’t sure that these diapers would fit me since they were made for older toddlers and young kids, but the package said that it would fit up to a 30” waist. She was surprised to see how well that these diapers fit me. As I pulled my mesh shorts up over the diapers, you could sort of see the disposable diapers that were underneath the mesh shorts. I liked the feel and look of these diapers. They looked like baby disposable diapers, but slightly larger which fitted me perfectly. I was actually going out in public wearing regular diapers and I didn’t care that I was diapered. I put on a Nike T-shirt on and hobbled out to the van with my crutches. I decided to use my crutches once inside the store to keep up with my Mom. As I walked with my crutches, I was bent over slightly and by doing this, my shorts revealed a bit more of the bulkiness of my diapers. Even the crinkling sound of my disposable diaper seemed to have increased due to the fact that of my mesh shorts. We shopped awhile people were staring at me, I guess because of my legs all wrapped up and all, but I was worried that they might have noticed the bulk of my diaper. As we headed toward the checkout lines, we passed the incontinence aisle. There in plain view were some packages of disposable diapers for older children and teenagers. They were called Peaudouce Junior Disposable Diapers. Apparently Peaudouce is equivalent to Proctor and Gamble’s Pampers that are sold here in the states, but generally marketed in Europe. The grocery storeowners were from Europe so I guess that is why these diapers are sold here. The package of these diapers are designed especially for big kids up to age 16 (110 pounds). The diapers inside the package was also that light baby-blue color and every package has a picture of a cute boy of about 12 or 13 on the front, wearing nothing but disposable diapers. My mom picked up a package and put them in the cart. I couldn’t believe that my mom was buying super absorbent disposable diapers for her teenage son, just like a mother would pick up a package of Pampers for her baby. As we waited in line at the checkout, one of my friends saw me and stopped to say hi and to ask how I was doing. As we talked, his eyes traveled toward the package of Junior Diapers in the cart and then he seemed to look at the direction of my shorts. I could have died right then and there. I knew that he knew that I was the youngest child in my family and with a package of Junior Peaudouce Disposable Diapers that it stated it will fit a teenager up to 110 pounds in the cart. I figured that he put two and two together and knew that the diapers were for me, especially the way my mesh shorts bulked out a bit and the slight color of the baby blue diaper underneath my shorts. He didn’t say anything about his discovery and said that he’d see me later. By the time we checked out, my diaper was completely wet. I whispered to my mother about my wet condition, but she informed me that I’d have to wait to have my diaper changed as they was one more stop on our shopping excursion. I asked if I could change into one of the newly purchased Peaudouce diapers in the van, but she told me that there were too many people around for me to have my diaper changed. I’d have to wait until we got home. I really wanted to see what these new diapers would look and feel like on me. Oh well, I guess another hour or so wouldn’t hurt me. My mother was driving and she pulled into a parking lot of a Michael’s Craft Store, where my mother wanted to pick up some things for the up coming fall and Christmas season. As we shopped, I felt myself wetting more. I hoped that my disposable diaper would take on the additional wetness, but was I wrong, slowly a dark wet spot appeared on my mesh shorts and began to trickle down my leg. I was so embarrassed over that one little boy about the age of 8, said in a loud “Look Mommy, that guy over there is wetting his pants.” This little boy’s mother looked at me and left with her child’s hand in tow and exited our area. My mother over hearing this comment she said to me “couldn’t you’ve waited until we got home to have another accident. I guess the diaper you have on is good only for one wetting. Let’s get going and get you home. I had to go to the front of the store in very wet shorts. I sure that most of the people in the store were surprised to see a teenager wet himself and to hear that he was wearing a diaper. As we exited the store, I could tell that some people were looking at my wet shorts and me. I felt so embarrassed walking out of there in a very saturated disposable diaper. In getting in the van, my mother placed a plastic bag on the seat with a towel so that way I wouldn’t get the seat wet. Once we got home, my mother and I carried in the groceries and craft items in which she told me to go to my room for a change. She told me to lie down and she pulled off my shorts over my leg wrappings and un-taped my very wet disposable diaper. She produced a clean dry thick Attends disposable diaper and a diaper-doubler. She informed me that since I was having heavy wetting periods, that I was going to have to wear a thicker, more absorbent diaper to contain my wettings. After a clean pair of shorts was pulled over the bulky mass, I thought to myself that these thicker diapers were going hard to conceal. I sat down at my Nintendo and played a game until dinner was ready.

After dinner my dad helped me with a diaper change and noticed that I was wearing a thicker diaper than I previously wore and asked me why I was wearing them thicker. I explained that I was wetting more heavily and mom thought that I needed a thicker absorbent diaper to handle my accidents. He did agree with my mom, but told me that it might be harder to conceal my diapers if I continued in wearing a thicker diaper. He also told me that I seemed in getting use to wearing diapers and wetting them. Maybe it was time that I try a little harder in controlling my bladder. I told my dad that I would love to have control over my bladder and stop wearing diapers, but I can’t feel when I was going to wet myself, so I’d rather wear them than having to wet myself. He agreed along with me that as long as I didn’t mind wearing diapers then they didn’t have a problem with it, either. After my diaper change my folks and I watched a movie for the rest of the night. Once the movie was over I hobbled over toward my room and started to get ready for bed. I told my parents that I wanted to start in getting ready for bed by myself and they let me try. After I removed my wet disposable diaper, which was the easiest part of changing my diaper, but when I tried in placing my thick cloth diapers underneath me and pinning them in place my dad watched me and said that “maybe you still need a little help.” I said ok. He repositioned my cloth diapers and expertly pinned them in place. He helped me snap on my plastic pants over my thick overnight diapers. I got to admit that I really enjoyed being babied by my parents when it came to having my diapers changed. I fell asleep with in 10 minutes after climbing into bed.

The next morning I woke up with very wet diaper as usual. It hard to believe that within a few weeks I went from wearing underwear (briefs or boxers) to becoming totally dependent on diapers. As I felt my very wet diaper through my oversized plastic pants, I couldn’t help but feel how nice it felt to actually be wearing diapers. I had no idea that wearing diapers could be pleasurable if not darn right sexual. So far the only thing that I did sexual with my diapers was to masturbate. I enjoyed the feeling of wet diapers or even clean dry diapers, but masturbating in them was a turn on for me. I did not discuss this with my parents or even Josh, but I think my parents might know, as they might be able to tell when they change my wet diapers. I got up out of bed and retrieved a disposable diaper from the new package of Peaudouce my mother bought yesterday. They were extremely thick and had padding on the sides. The diapers like I said earlier were a light baby-blue coloring and they even had prints on the front of the diaper, just like baby diapers, but these prints were more geared for older children, such as sailboats, anchors etc. They also had a waistband like found on the Attends, but looking at them they really looked liked over-sized baby diapers. I sat on the edge of my bed, un-snapped my plastic pants and took them off. As I started to un-pin my very wet cloth diaper, my dad walked in on me. As he saw what I was trying to do, he told me that if I needed any help that I was to call him. I continued in changing my diaper, by wiping myself with some Huggies baby wipes and then proceeding in placing the new disposable diaper underneath me. I was having a hard time taping on my disposable diaper with one hand, so I called my dad for help. After my dad finished diapered me, I looked at the mirror and it was amazing that the diapers I had on actually looked liked real disposable baby diapers, nice and thick. I did not want to admit that I actually enjoyed wearing nice thick diapers. I know that I shouldn’t enjoy wearing diapers at 15, even though I need to wear them, but something about being diapered during your teenage years somewhat excited me. I don’t know if it was the budge in my pants, the crinkle of the plastic of my diaper or just the sheer thickness of my diapers between my legs, either it be thick cloth diapers and plastic pants or disposable diapers. I even enjoyed wetting them, even though I had no control over my bladder and didn’t know what I was wetting myself, until I felt the wetness in my diaper. I actually enjoyed having wet diapers on and having my parents change my diapers. Maybe some day I could get Josh to change my diapers. Well, I can dream can’t I?