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Mike's diaper history

Mike's diaper history

Author: Mike

This true story happened to myself in the mid-1960's.

My first desire of wearing diapers was about when I was about 6 years old. The year would be 1967. I had a brother who was born in 1965, so he was only 2 at the time and was still in cloth diapers and plastic pants. Disposable diapers where a relatively new item on the market, so just like other parents, cloth diapers and plastic pants where widely used.

During my regular bathtime, I had noticed a pair of my brothers pull-on plastic pants sitting on the floor of the bathroom. For some reason, I had a desire to try them on. After I dried myself off, I placed my towel around me just like a diaper and then slid the plastic pants over the towel. I was in heaven. I couldn't believe that the plastic pants actually fit me. Just then my mother came into the bathroom and saw what I was wearing. "What in the hell are you doing..." she screamed at me. Of course I didn't know what to say. What was I going to tell her, that they just fell on me or I was so sleepy that I grabbed the wrong underwear. Yah, right...So I didn't say a word. She just said "Take them off and put on your pajamas and come into my room.

I quickly took them off and put on my pajamas. I was so scared walking out of the bathroom that night and heading toward my mothers room. I knew that I was in for a spanking of a lifetime. When I entered my mothers room she said to me..."So what do you have to say for yourself?" All I could say was "I don't know". I glanced on her bed and saw some cloth diapers and plastic pants lying there. I figured that my brother was in need of a change. She then said..."If you want to wear diapers, then let's put real diapers on you. Lie down on my bed." I couldn't believe what I heard. I was scared and nervous and I told her that I didn't want to. She just told me to get on the bed or I'll be spanked. Well, I didn't want to be spanked, so I jumped on her bed and lay down. She then took off my pajama bottoms and pulled the cloth diapers underneath me and brought them up in between my legs. She then took some baby powder and sprinkled it over my diaper area and just said..."Just like a baby!"

After this, she pinned up my diapers with two of my brothers diaper pins. She then took the plastic pants, which I just now realized was the snap-on variety. She placed them underneath my and my diapers and snapped them up over my diaper. Once all this was complete, she told me to stand up and she made sure that all the cloth diapers where contained within the plastic pants. Once this was done, she grabbed my pajama bottoms and pulled them over the bulky diapers and plastic pants. I stood there in sort of in shock, yet feeling quite happy. My mom then told me to go out into the living room and say goodnight to my dad. I walked out from her room to say goodnight, when in the living room was my parents friends. They were playing cards that evening and I was even more scared to walk into the living room with diapers and plastic pants underneath my pajamas. What where they going to say, a six-year-old wearing diapers to bed. I walked up to my dad and kissed him goodnight! and said goodnight. As he kissed me goodnight, he padded my rear end. I just though to myself, now he knows that I'm wearing diapers. I had to go around the table and say goodnight to all the guests.

My mother walked my into my room, which I shared with my older brother. He is a year and a half older than me. We had bunk beds and I had the top bunk. After I was tucked in and the lights where turned out, my brother asked me why I was wearing diapers. Apparently it was very noticeable, for first the bulk of the diapers underneath my pajamas and the crinkling sound of my plastic pants. I just told him the truth. He told me that I was weird. While I was lying on the top bunk, I was feeling my diapers and plastic pants and how wonderful they felt. I couldn't believe it that I was lying in bed diapered. Of course at the same time, I was scared to death. Unfortunately, a couple of the snaps of my plastic pants came un-snapped. being six and having no idea how these plastic pants snapped back up, I had to ask my brother to snap them back up. I didn't want my mother to find out that they had come off or un-snapped. I didn't want her to think that I was trying to take them off. Who knows, if she found out may be I would have to wear them again the next night and so on. (Now I wished I would have) My brother climbed up to my bunk bed in which I pulled my pajama bottoms down exposing my diapered state and he then snapped the plastic pants back over my cloth diapers. All he said was..."god, they're thick."

After settling down and going to sleep, The next morning my mother came into our room and asked me if I had learned my lesson. All I said was "Yes". She then had me take off my pajamas in which she un-snapped the plastic pants and un-pinned the diapers, my brother watching on. Too bad I hadn't wet my diapers that night or told her "No", but I didn't. What was the last time she put a diaper on me, but not the last time I put a diaper on myself...of course that's an entire story to itself.

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