No siblings. As a kid I knew that the girl next door liked to wet her pants but never did that with her (one of those things that if I could go back in time I'm sure I'd have talked her into âLet's pee in our pants togetherâ and who knows what may have evolved from that).
The only time I ever did talk someone into trying this it was the guy across the street, we were probably in second or third grade. I had a cardboard ârocket shipâ playhouse thing in the basement and I used to hide in there and wet my pants, keep the wet ones in a plastic bag and go back and enjoy smelling them later. (Yes even at that young age I was already well aware that I liked this but wasn't really sure why. This went on until my mother found the bag of wet pants and underwear.)
So I told him about my secret and we went down there and I peed in mine. I think I was talking about how âthis is like wearing diapersâ which I hadn't yet tried at that point, that was a few years away. Then he wouldn't pee in his, he didn't want to get in trouble. I put on dry pants and later he left and went home.
But this was the neighborhood blabbermouth / âfair weather friendâ and he then apparently went down the street and told this other guy who was generally the neighborhood troublemaker about this.
A few days later I heard something outside and looked out the window and those two guys and several other neighborhood kids were standing out in the street in front of my house and the troublemaker kid was yelling âHEY! I HEARD YOU STILL WEAR DIAPERS! HA HA HA HAâ and they were all laughing.
At the time that was about the most embarrassing thing in the world. Now I sometimes lay there getting myself off in my soaking wet diapers remembering this and saying âHey I heard you still wear diapers!â out loud if nobody else is here. Interesting how things that were humiliating embarrassing traumas at young ages can become fun fantasies later in adulthood!