Wearing plastic pants again

When I was about 13 I discovered masturbation. Suddenly a new world opened up for me. At some point I began thinking about what it would be like to try on a pair of plastic pants again. My mother had an old shower cap in the back of the bathroom cabinet. One night I swiped it and cut leg holes in it and tried it on. The holes I cut started to tear and the waist was way too tight but for all intents and purposes I made a pair. I also experimented with big garbage bags making a top and pants outfit. They were fun but I wanted to get a real pair of baby's plastic pants. I'd seen them at stores but I couldn't get up the nerve to go buy them. Around that time my next door neighbors would have me take care of their house when they would go on vacation. They also had a 2 year old daughter who I'd seen wearing disposable diapers. I began to wonder if she wore plastic pants. The next time they left town I went straight to her room and had a look. In the closet were Pampers. In the bottom drawer of the changing table there were 4 pairs of plastic pants! I pulled a pair out and looked closely at them. They were your classic Gerber plastic pants with the light texture on the outside. Two of them were Toddler size and looked big enough for me to wear. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my body as I took my pants off, stepped into the leg holes and carefully pulled them up over my hips. The plastic felt cool against my skin. I ran my hands over the textured surface enjoying the sensation. It was a snug fit but I was wearing a real pair of plastic pants again. I took them home and put them on again at bedtime. I thought about doing something babyish so I got on my hands and knees and slowly crawled around my room. The plastic pants were making a delightful crinkling sound as I moved, a sound I'd always secretly loved. I thought about the times I'd heard that sound as little kids walk by and think to myself that they were lucky. For every time I'd seen a mother changing her kid's diapers and then putting a fresh pair of plastic pants over them I'd secretly wish it were me. I looked over my shoulder at the plastic pants I was wearing and smiled. It was my turn now.

I agree, 13 yrs old was my masturbation age as well. My feelings about plastic pants was and still is the same.

I had a paper delivery route at 13 and one of my delivery houses was a small neighborhood group home. On wash day, cloth diapers and plastic pants were hung out to dry on the back yard wash-line. (Remember this was about 50 years ago!) It was the highlight of my week to walk past the clothes line and imagine myself wearing the larger size plastic pants! I couldn't think of stealing off a clothes line for fear of getting caught and I was an honest kid. The closest I came to large plastic pants was the toddler size I "bought for my baby brother" at the dime store. I was getting too big to squeeze into those and until then, never knew "grown-up" sized pants even existed. Then one day it happened, I spied a pair of plastics that blew off the line and were hung up in some plants near a fence. I figured somebody would eventually spot them there and pick them up. Two weeks went by and every day I noticed them there and nobody picked them up. They were getting dirty from laying in the garden so one day I got up enough courage to pick them up. I figured if they were there that long, no one had missed them, if someone saw me I would give them back or leave them on the porch. I put them in my paper delivery bag and went on my way. When I got home, I hid them in the garage until I could wash them and try them on. It was like heaven when I slipped them on in my room! They were a bit large but I could easily fit my hand in the waistband and you know the rest! I've had many plastic pants since them and the great feeling never goes away!