Part 1

My best friend was the greatest girl in the whole world. In elementary school she knew I wet and sometimes messed myself but she still stuck by me.

I never wanted to spend the night at anyone's house because I didn't want the other girls to know I still wore diapers. My parent's didn't allow us to have sleepovers until 3rd grade, so that worked in my favor. But one week in 2nd grade my best friend's parents went out of town and she stayed over for a few days. I was so scared that she would stop being my friend once she found out my secret.

When we got home from school I needed to be changed. Usually she would head to her house before coming over to play and while she checked in at her house my mom would change me. But since she was staying over she was there when my mom asked if I was wet and needed a diaper change. My friend Jill started laughing and looked at me like we were joking.

But my mom said, "didn't you know that Heather still wears diapers?"

I know I turned red, I was so embarresed. Jill looked at me like she was grossed out.

My mom not noticing this said "you can come keep her company while I change her."

Jill followed us down the hall to my parents bedroom. My mom took off my pants and laid me down and pulled off my diaper. She cleaned me up and put on a new diaper. I was crying because I hadn't wanted Jill to know I needed a diaper and now she was there watching me be changed.

My mom said "just because you need to be changed like a baby doesn't mean you can cry like a baby."

She pulled my pants on and told us to go play. In my room Jill looked at me a long time before saying anything.

"You wear diapers?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"You pee in them?" she said

"Yes" I said.

"Do you poop in them?" she asked.

I didn't want to answer the question.

"Do you." she asked again.

"Yes, but not that much" I said.

I turned around and started to cry. I turned back to her and she reached out and hugged me.

"I won't tell" she said.

After that she started looking at me a lot during the day. She knew my secret and still was my friend, but she kept looking at me a lot. One day at recess when I had just wet my diaper she came over.

"Did you just pee yourself?" she asked.

"How did you know?" I asked

"You get this weird look on your face when you pee yourself. Are you going to go to the nurse's office to get changed now?"

I said "No, I wait until the break so the other kids won't notice I'm gone"

"So you're going to stay in a wet diaper until the break?" she asked.

"Yes." I said.

"It doesn't feel gross?" she asked.

"It feels warm at first, but that goes away and I just feel wet. But its not gross" I said.

"Ok" she said.

After that she always could tell when I was peeing myself. I knew she could tell so I would always look at her after I peed myself. Sometimes she would act grossed out, but once she knew that hurt my feelings she would just make a face at me to let me know that she knew.

Time passed and things were good. My parent's were happy when in fifth grade I stopped peeing myself at school. I was happy too and Jill was happy for me. She was worried that we would get into middle school and people might find out. Toward the end of summer Jill got some bad news. Her dad got a new job and they would be moving. I was sad that she was leaving. She was the only friend I had who knew my secret.

Starting middle school without her was tough. But I made new friends. The fact that I was only wetting myself at night and rarely messing myself gave me new confidance. I started to actually be some what popular.

Jill and I talked on the phone every week and we e-mailed eachother daily. One day I got an e-mail from her telling me that I should look in Seventeen magizine at the area where they answer peoples qustions. I called her after I read it.

"What did you want me to see?" I asked.

"Did you read about the girl that was worried that touching herself was weird?" she asked.

"Yeah. The advice person said that it was called mastarbation and that it was normal." I said.

"Well. Have you ever done it?"

"No!" I said, then realizing that she might have I asked "have you?"

She whispered into the phone "sometimes I rub myself against a pillow, but I didn't know there was a name for it. I thought I was just weird"

"What does it feel like?" I asked

"It starts to feel all tingly down there. Then it feels good. Then it feels so good that you don't want to stop doing it. Then its like and explosion down there and that good feeling goes everywhere" she said hurridly.

"How often do you do it?" I asked

"A lot. I figured since you are my best friend and I know about your secret that I could tell you mine. I was embarresed that you would be grossed out." she said

"Please, you have seen me poop myself. Now that's weird" I said.

She laughed and then said "so we are going to be 8th graders next year and that is just a year from highschool. Isn't that awesome?"

"Yeah, I know. I am so excited." I said.

"Did you finally stop wetting the bed?" She asked.

I hesitated in saying something. And after giving a little cough she said "I knew you would. I mean you are getting kinda old to be doing that. Could you imagine being a high school bed wetter?"

I didn't want to tell her the truth. I was getting kinda old to be wetting the bed. But I didn't want to tell her that I still wet the bed every night and that once or twice a month I would mess in the bed too. I knew that she had confided a big secret in me. But after her assumption... I couldn't say anything. She had practically said I would be a freak if I still was doing this by high school. And it wasn't like she lived in the same town as me. So she would never know I was lying.

So I said, "yeah that would be weird. I gotta go do some homework. I'll talk to you next week."

A few months passed and Jill brought up the masterbation topic a few more times. It was like she liked talking about it with me. It was weird since I had never done it, so I didn't know what to say. Then one day after school I had the house to myself and decided to try it. I took off my skirt and got a pillow from my bed. I put the corner of the pillow against myself and started rocking back and forth. I wasn't sure how long it was supposed to take, but after what seemed like forever it start to feel a little good. It was taking so long that I stopped. After that whenever I had the house to myself I would try it again. After a few more months had passed I realized that it felt the best when the corner of the pillow was on this certain spot inside the folds of my...you know. One day a week after figuring that out I had the house to myself again. I put the pillow in between my legs and started rocking back and forth on it. It started to feel really good, then it felt so good I couldn't stop doing it then it happened. I came.

Next time I talked to Jill I whispered into the phone what I had done.

"Isn't it great?" she said "I found out that if you rub down there with your fingers you can also feel that good"

The next year flew by. I experimented with different ways to masterbate. I was still wetting the bed. And I still hadn't told Jill about the bedwetting.

Then the summer after freshman year Jill told me that she was moving back. I was so excited. We talked about how she was going to stay over and hang out like we had when we were younger. I thought that it was time to tell her the truth about my bedwetting. My parents had accepted that it was something I would always do, so I figured my best friend could learn to accept it too.

But before I could say it she said "and this time you won't be wearing a diaper and we won't have to sleep on a rubber sheet and I won't have to worry about being peed or pooped on"

She laughed and I still didn't tell her the truth.

So she moved back and school was good. She hadn't slept over so I didn't have to tell her the truth.

Then a few weeks after christmas her aunt got sick. Her parents were going to leave for a week and she would be staying with me.

On the phone that night she said "have you ever thought of masterbating in front of me?"

"No." I said.

"I kinda want to see what it would be like" she said.

"Umm, ok, maybe" I said.

It did sound weird. But I was also curious. But I realized it wouldn't happen. After she found out I still wet the bed she would be so turned off she wouldn't want to do it.

The next day when we got home my mom asked if we wanted to go to the store with her. We said yes. And when we got there she ripped the shopping list in 2 and gave us a peice.

"We'll meet by the magazines" mom said.

We walked off and Jill looked at the list. She gasped.

"What?" I said.

She pointed to a some words on the list. I looked and it said DIAPERS FOR HEATHER.

I turned away from her knowing that my face was red and that I was about to cry.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she said.

"Because its embarrasing" I said

"But I told you about the...touching myself and rubbing on a pillow"

"Yeah, but I started doing it too. But I'm the only one who wears diapers" I said.

"Don't feel bad. I don't care."

"But you said you were glad we wouldn't be sleeping on a rubber sheet. And that you were glad you wouldn't have to worry about being peed on" I said.

"I said that, but it doesn't matter. You are still my best friend and I don't care.

Part 2

In the grocery store after Jill gave me a hug and said it was ok that I still wet the bed, we went to find the diapers. We got to the begining of the isle and I started to look around nervous.

"Aren't we going to get your diaper?" Jill said.

"Yes." I said. "maybe you should wait up front and we'll meet up after we buy them"

"Are you embarressed for me to pick up diapers with you?" she said.

"Yes!" I exclaimed.

Jill pulled my hand and dragged me into the isle.

"Come on, which kind do you use?" She said.

I pointed to some Depend's diapers. She grabbed the diapers and put them in our cart. We got the rest of the things on our list and headed to meet my mom at the magizine racks. My mom added her things to our cart and walked to the check out line. When my diapers were about to be scanned my mom saw the package and started to speak.

"These aren't the right ones. We need the bigger pack that are thicker for night time use."

I put my hands over my face, but Jill just shrugged and grabbed the pack.

"We'll be right back." she said.

She took me back and we went to get the right diapers.

"I'm sorry." I said. "I didn't realize we grabbed the wrong ones"

"Its ok. You just forgot the right ones because you were upset" Jill said.

"Yeah." I said.

"So" she said laughing. "You wear the thick ones cause you pee so much"

"Yeah" I mumbled.

"Please. I stopped being embarresed about this in 3rd grade" she said.

"You were embarressed that I was having accidents?" I said.

"Well yeah. I mean...I'm not trying to be mean, but I was worried that people would find out and make fun of you. And make fun of me for being your friend. Plus it was kinda weird to know that you were keeping your wet diaper on during class. It kinda was like...maybe you liked keeping a wet diaper on" she said.

I had never said it before out loud before. And had tried not to think about it too much. But it kinda felt comforting to wear diapers. And since I waited until breaks to be changed in the nurse's office I got used to being in wet diapers. I felt kinda excited to know that I was in a wet diaper and no body knew it. But I had forgotten that one person did know I was wet. Jill knew. And maybe she saw that I kinda liked it.

"Well" she said. "was I right? Did you like it?"

"Yeah" I said. "I did like it"

"Did as in past tense? Or do you still like it?" she asked.

I did like it. And I still liked it. Sometimes when I was home alone I would put on a diaper and wet myself. I would go about doing normal things while in my wet diaper. And recently sometimes I would put my fingers down my wet diaper and play with myself. I blush so easily that after i hadn't said anything for awhile she said.

"OMG! You are so red. You do like it." she said.

"Yeah...it feels good" I stuttered.

We went back to the line where my mom was and headed back to the car. Jill kept looking at me and kept letting out little laughs.

"Stop" I said.

"Come on. Its kinda funny...and a little weird" she laughed.

"Ok it is kinda funny...and weird" I said smiling.

She kept poking me as we rode back home. And when we got back home my mom handed me the pack of diapers and told us that she was going out, but trusted us to be good. She left some money for a pizza and left. We went upstairs.

"Do it" Jill said.

"Do what?" I said.

"Put one on" she said.

"Put on a diaper?" I asked.

"Yes. I want to see you wear one." she said.

I hesitated for a second. Did she really want to see? Maybe she was kidding. I wanted to do it, but was worried that if I did it she would be grossed out and make fun of me. I opened the package and looked up at her. She nodded and I pulled out one of the diapers. I went to the bathroom and took of my pants and underwear and put on the diaper. Jill knocked on the door.

"Let me see" she said.

"Just a second. I just need to put my pants back on" I said.

"No! I want to see the diaper on you without your pants on" Jill said.

I started opening the door slowly. I closed my eyes and stepped into the hallway.

"OMG. You look so weird!" she exclaimed.

I backed up into the bathroom. I was right she did think it was weird.

"No! Don't get upset!" she said

"You think I'm a freak!" I cried.

"You're not a freak. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I mean it is weird, but not in a bad way." she said. "I won't say anything else. We can just act like you aren't wearing one. We'll watch a movie and order a pizza."

I left the doorway and started to head to the tv room. Jill followed me. I kept sneaking looks at her. Every time I caught her looking at my diaper. My diaper made a crinkly noise when I sat down. She turned on the tv and sat down beside me. She flipped through the channels finally settling on some action movie. I was nervous, but over the next hour I relaxed and finally even I forgot I was sitting there just wearing a diaper and a t-shirt.

"Let's order a pizza!" she said.

"Ok, I'm starved" I said.

She flipped open the phone and ordered a large cheese pizza for us.

"It will be here in 20 minutes." she said.

"That's fast! Good." I said "maybe you should answer the door when it comes"

"Oh...yeah that might be a good idea" she said laughing a little.

When the bell rang she answered the door and paid for the pizza. We sat silently eating pizza while watching the movie. After we finished I realized I needed to pee. I got up and started heading to the bathroom.

"Are you going to the bathroom?" She said.

"Yes. I gotta pee" I said

"Use your diaper" she said.

"Here? In front of you?" I said.

"Yes. Do it." she said.

It did sound tempting. I stood in front of the couch and tried to relax. As soon as I closed my eyes it started to come. I hadn't realized that I had needed to pee so much. I kept my eyes closed. I just kept peeing. I felt the warmth spread across my crotch and felt the diaper start to sag as it filled. I heard a slight gasp. I kept peeing. And when I stopped I knew that the diaper was really full. It was sagging a lot and felt big and bulky against me. I opened my eyes. Jill was staring at my crotch.

"Well" I said.

"I don't know what to say. I could tell you were peeing. There is a blue line on the front of your diaper that faded as you stood there. And now your diaper is all big and saggy" Jill said.

"Yeah, I know. Umm... maybe I should go change" I said.

"Will it leak if you sit down?" she asked.

"Maybe, why?" I asked

"I don't want you to change. I kinda want you to sit back down and finish watching this movie with me." she said.

"You won't mind that you are sitting next to someone in a diaper full with pee?" I exclaimed.

"No, its kinda...I don't know how to say it. Umm... kinda cool. Its a little weird, but I kinda like it." She said.

I felt so happy. She didn't mind that I was in a saggy diaper. She still wanted to be my friend. And she liked the idea of sitting next to me with my wet diaper.

"Just let me get a towel. In case I leak." I said heading to the bathroom.

I got the towel and looked at myself in the mirror. I took a deep breath and went back to put the towel over my half of the couch. I sat down. I automatically put my hand over my diaper to feel if it leaked.

"Did it leak?" she asked staring at my crotch.

"No its fine" I said.

We sat watching tv for awhile. I heard a key in the front door.

"My mom is here. I gotta change." I said.

"Just put your pants over the diaper" she said.

"She might notice" I said.

"She won't notice and you don't have enough time to change and clean yourself up" she said

She went to the bathroom and grabbed my pants. She threw them at me and motioned for me to put them on. I put them on. I had to struggle a little to get them on. My diaper was really full. I had just zipped them up when my mom entered the room.

"Did you girls have fun?" she asked.

"Yeah, we did" Jill said.

I started to head back to the couch to sit back down. Maybe if I was sitting she wouldn't notice the bulge in my pants. The only problem was that my diaper was so full I had to waddle back to the couch. I looked at my mom. She looked at me, then she looked down to my pants. A strange look crossed her face. She looked at Jill then at me then my pants.

"Umm...anyways. I'm going to bed. You girls have a good night" mom said.

After she left I ran to the bathroom. I looked at my pants in the reflection. It was so obvious that I was wearing a wet diaper. She knew. I mean she had to know. She had been the one to change my diapers all through elementary school. She had changed my diapers until middle school when I had her teach me how to do it myself. She had been the one that after waking in the morning and going down for breakfast would pat my diaper to see if it was full. Jill walked into the bathroom. She put her arm around my shoulder.

"I think she knew" Jill said.

Part 3

"She knew. She so knew!" I said

"Yeah, I wonder why she didn't say anything" Jill said.

"She was probably too shocked to say anything" I said. "I think I'm going to change"

"Can I change you?" She said.

"Seriously. You want to change me." I said

"Heather...come on. I've changed my cousin's diapers before. It's like the same thing." Jill said.

"Your cousin is a baby! I'm a sophmore in high school!" I exclaimed.

"Come on. Stop being shy. I saw you changed before" she said.

"That was in elementary school. Why do you want to change me?" I said.

"I don't know. Ok. Don't freak out. The truth is" she started. "It kind of turns me on. I mean...I'm not a lesbian, but...I' don't know..."

It did sound kinda weird, but it didn't freak me out. It turned me on too. If she changed me she would have to touch me, she would have to touch my privates.

"I'm not freaking out. You can change me. Let me get my changing supplies." I said.

I went to my bedroom closet and got out my wipes, powder, a clean diaper, and my changing mat. I layed everything out on my floor.

"I'm ready" I called.

Jill came into my room. I lay down on the mat, put my knees up, and spread my legs. Jill knelt down and started to untape my diaper. She pulled the wet diaper off me and grabbed a wipe. She started to wipe my skin clean starting at my butt and going toward my crotch. She got another wipe and started to clean me, in between the folds of my privates. I gasped as she ran the wipe over the spot that I would rub when I was alone. She looked up and I looked away. She rushed though the rest and soon I was in a clean diaper.

"Thanks" I said as I got up. "Lets get ready for bed"

Jill got her bag and pulled out her pj's. She turned around as she took off her shirt. I opened my drawers and got out my night shirt. I peeked at her half naked body and tried to turn away before she caught me. She turned my way just as I started to turn away. This was weird. I could tell she didn't know what to do either, so she got into bed.

"I'm really tired." She said. "See you in the morning"

She turned facing the wall while I got into bed. It took awhile to fall asleep, cause there were all these weird thoughts running through my head. I fell asleep. Then after some time I woke with a start. My diaper was wet. And worse than that, they were dirty too. I froze. I wanted to get out of bed without Jill knowing. I quietly started to pull back the sheets. Then Jill moved.

"What is that smell!" she said tiredly.

"Go back to sleep" I said

"OMG. Its you. You pooped in your diaper!" She said.

I got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Hiding in the bathroom I realized that my clean diapers and supplies were in my closet. I stayed in the bathroom for awhile. When I thought enough time had passed for Jill to fall back asleep I headed back to my room. The door was open and the lights were on. I walked in to find Jill sitting on the floor laying out my changing supplies. I stood in the doorway.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"You need to be changed." she said. "I'm going to change you"

I walked slowly into the room. I wasn't sure what to do. Jill nodded to the changing mat. I walked over and started to lay onto the mat. I put up my knees and spread my legs. Jill slowly pulled off my messy diaper.

"Ewww. You really pooped a lot." she excalaimed.

I turned my head away from her. She reached out and turned my face back towards hers.

"Its ok." she said. "I just need to clean you up more."

I was so happy. She knew and saw everything I was and was ok with it. I felt so overjoyed and so accepted. Tears rolled down my cheeks. As she cleaned me I closed my eyes. I concentrated on the feeling of her hands gliding a wipe across my skin. This time she passed over my special spot several times. I wanted to raise myself up to get closer to her touch. Then she was finished and I lay there trying to process my feelings. I really liked her touching me. Her touching me turned me on. I wanted her to touch me more. I also wanted to touch myself.

I got up and we went back to bed. I couldn't wait to be changed more times. For the next few days I wore diapers 24/7. Each time she changed me she wiped against my spot more and more. I kept drinking lots of water. I wanted to wet more so I could be changed more so I could be touched more.

...(ha ha) to be continued...(I'll write more, but I am curious...What would you write if you had to finish this story? Please share)