Copyright © 2002 by Donnie
Kenny arrived home twenty minutes after his mother.
After their brunch, they had gone back to the Halsteds where Mrs. Braken
thanked them again for their hospitality and the Halsteds repeated their
pleasure at having had Kenny as a guest. Kenny promised that he would
leave as soon as he picked up his backpack from Artie’s room.
“Do you think my mom is OK with my diapers?” a concerned Kenny asked
“Are you kidding?” Artie responded. “Didn’t you see the way she looked
at you when she first walked in? And how about the way she hugged you
and patted your bottom through your plastic pants? She loved it.”
“Do you really think so? You don’t think she was just being polite in
front of your parents?”
“Would you quit worrying? She’s not going to yell at
you when you get home, believe me.”
Even though he wanted to believe Artie, he was nervous as he parked his
bike in the garage and walked into the house. He hung up his jacket on
his usual hook and paused. Should he or shouldn’t he? “What
the heck?” he thought. “I may as well find out now.”
He kicked off his shoes and hung his pants on the same hook as his
“Mom, I’m home.” he called, heading upstairs.
“Good,” she answered.
He walked into his room to find his mother unpacking his bag. She smiled
“Come over here, sweetie, we can talk while we unpack.”
“Are you disappointed in me, mom?” he asked.
“Why, of course not.”
“You don’t think that I’m being selfish or bad in wanting to wear
“No, honey. I meant what I said in my letter. This is your
decision and I will support whatever you want to do.”
She enveloped him in a long hug.
“Besides, I’m happy to have my outgoing boy back again. I think that you
and Artie are going to be good friends for each other, even if you did
meet because you disobeyed me and went to the river.”
“You know about the river?” Artie asked fearfully.
“Yes,” she exaggerated.
When Mrs. Braken first arrived at the Halsteds, Mrs. Halsted took her
on a tour of the house. In a quiet moment when they were alone, Mrs.
Halsted spoke to her.
“I know that I am probably speaking out of turn about something that
is none of my business but there is one thing I would like to tell you
“Oh…” Mrs. Braken answered.
“Yes, when I first met Kenny on Monday, Artie said that Kenny had
been afraid to go home after his wetting accident. Later on, after Kenny
left, I asked Artie what he had meant. He said that when he first met
Kenny down by the river he was shaking with fear, practically crying
about how you would discipline him. I don’t say this to criticize you; I
just think it’s important for you to know how Kenny sees you. I hope I
haven’t upset you.”
“Thank you. I know that I am a strict disciplinarian. I feel that I
have to be, especially since Kenny doesn’t have a father in the home.
Maybe I have been too tough on him. I appreciate your telling me about
this. I’ll think about it.”
“I’m sorry, mom.” Kenny burst out in tears. “I wasn’t even standing
close to the water… and then, the ground crumbled and I was in the water
and I was so scared… I couldn’t get back to the shore… and then I
grabbed a tree branch and crawled back to solid ground. I’m sorry… I’m
sorry,” he bawled.
His mom was shocked by his confession. She hadn’t imagined anything this
dramatic. Kenny was hysterical as he relived the moment. She hugged him
close and soothed him. A thousand horrible pictures passed before her
eyes as she imagined the event. What if there had been no branch? What
if he had been knocked unconscious by the fall into the water? What if…
After he had calmed down, Mrs. Braken knew that she had to deal with his
disobedience right away.
“Kenny, now do you believe how dangerous the river can be?”
“Yes,” he answered in a choked voice.
“And you know that your disobedience deserves a punishment?”
“Yes,” he said nodding his head up and down.
“You’re grounded after school for the next two weeks and for the next
“Aw, mom. not two weekends!” he objected.
“Yes, two weekends,” she said sharply. “You could have been drowned.
This is very serious and I think that grounding you for two weeks is
hardly a harsh punishment.”
Kenny knew that he would only hurt his chances of getting his punishment
reduced if he argued with her. He was mostly disappointed because he had
planned on asking if Artie could come over next Saturday to spend the
“Now, let’s discuss some ideas I have for rearranging things around
here,” his mom said in a lighter tone.
(Kenny and his mom had a very sound relationship. They didn’t hold
grudges. Now that she had meted out his punishment, they would neither
dwell on it nor argue about it.)
Mrs. Braken had big plans that amazed and thrilled Kenny. Their house
had four bedrooms. Up until this point, Kenny had the smallest room.
“Even before this,” she explained, “I had been thinking that since
you’re growing up you should move to one of the bigger rooms. Come on,
let’s have a look.”
The largest of the guest rooms was almost as large as the master suite
that Mrs. Braken occupied. She explained to Kenny that she thought that
they could make the bathroom bigger by stealing some space from the
unused walk-in closet in the adjoining guest room. Also, she thought
that they should buy new furniture.
“I didn’t think of this until I saw Artie’s bathroom but you’ll need a
changing table, too. I think that the space we get from going into the
closet next door will be ample room. What do you think?”
Kenny was speechless. This was far more than he had expected. Not only
was his mom supporting his decision she seemed to be encouraging it.
“Really?” was all he could say.
“Really!” she said laughing. “We don’t have to make any decisions now,
anyhow. Tomorrow, I’ll call an architect to get the ball rolling. He or
she may even have some fun ideas for us to consider.”
They went back to Kenny’s room to unpack his bag.
“OK, honey, we’ll have to make room for your plastic pants and diapers.
Do you have any suggestions?”
“Well,” he asked sheepishly, “do I have to keep my old underpants?”
“No,” she answered, “we can box them up. Does this mean that you’re
planning on wearing only diapers, even at school?”
Kenny knew that this was one of those ‘moments of no-return’ where he
would be committing himself to a definite (and possibly unchangeable [no
pun intended]) course of action. It was unbelievable to him how his
attitudes had changed in just one week. His suddenly reawakened desire
to wear diapers was irresistible. He intended to wear diapers no matter
what anyone else said.
“Artie and I talked about that. I think that it would be better if I
wear my diapers all the time.”
“And why is that?”
“Ummm,…” Kenny said gathering his thoughts, “The more I think about it
the more I think that my friends are going to find out about my diapers
anyway. They might accept it better if they knew that I wore them all
“What if your friends don’t accept your diapers?”
“Then, I guess they’re not my friends,” he said sadly.
Mrs. Braken’s heart ached for Kenny. “How likely was it
that all of his friends would accept him this way? Not to mention
those kids who aren’t his friends.” she thought.
They had finished unpacking Kenny’s bag. His few dirty clothes were
piled on the bed. Only the plastic pants and a handful of diapers fit
into the dresser.
“We’ll need to find some temporary solutions for where to put the rest
of your diapers, especially after we order some more. The unused guest
closet may be a good place for now. We’ll rotate them into your dresser
as we need them.”
This cheered Kenny. He definitely approved of getting more diapers and
“How many diapers will I need?”
“I think that three dozen daytime diapers and one dozen nighttime
diapers will be a good start,” his mom answered. “That’s what the site I
ordered your diapers from recommended, anyway. Also, some of your
daytime diapers will have to be kept at school.”
“Oh, yeah,” Kenny said somberly.
“I went online to read the school district’s policy book. You will have
to report to the nurse’s office for your diaper changes. I’m not sure if
you’ll do your own or if the nurse will do them for you. I guess we’ll
find out tomorrow when we drop off your supplies.”
Kenny was enjoying all the attention that the diapers were getting him,
that is, getting his diaper area cleaned, having someone powder him and
then pin him into the diaper. He wasn’t sure, though, how it would feel
when a ‘professional’ did it. Would he rather do it himself?
They finished putting the diapers away in the guest closet.
“Uhhh,… Mom,” Kenny said shyly. “Can you change my diaper now?”
Mrs. Braken was overjoyed; she had been waiting for this ever since she
realized that Kenny wanted to be back in diapers. Kenny had wanted to
ask for a change earlier but he had been afraid of what his mom would
say when she saw that he had an erection.
“Let’s go back to your room,” she answered.
She pulled a plastic changing pad from under the bed and took out the
supplies from Kenny’s dresser. He lied down on the pad and allowed his
mother to remove his plastic pants, diaper, and diaper doubler. She went
into his bathroom and he heard her put the diaper and plastic pants into
(presumably) his diaper pail. She returned with a moistened cloth for
cleaning his diaper area. She made no remark about his excited state.
She began cleaning him. She surprised him when she reached under his
knees and lifted him up in order to clean his bottom. He giggled and
moaned in delight. Memories were being reawakened in him that he had
never before imagined. Before lowering him back onto the mat she wiped
it down with the washcloth.
“I don’t want to put you back down on a soiled surface, now do I?” she
said with a glint in her eye.
She laid the washcloth aside and slid the diaper and doubler under him.
He shivered with excitement as she adjusted the bulky material between
his legs and pinned the diaper in place. After she had pulled the
plastic pants up his legs and was adjusting the fit, he spontaneously
gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“So you remembered that part, did you?” she asked. “I always gave you a
kiss after changing your diaper, even when you were fighting against
your toilet training.”
He hadn’t consciously remembered, but this explained the uncontrollable
urge he had felt. He stood up as she gave his plastic pants a final
“Now, do you remember this part?”
In that very instant, he did. He began giggling as he pretended to try
to get away from her. She had him by the waist as she spun him around
and landed three noisy, but playful, swats on the seat of his plastic
pants. This sent him into even louder giggling as he ‘escaped’ running
down the stairs.
It had been a long time since Kenny and his mother had felt so content.
That evening was quiet. They ate a light supper and Kenny and his mom
spent most of the time watching television together. Mrs. Braken could
tell that Kenny’s mind was elsewhere.
He was pondering how to deal with his friends. Should he tell his three
closest friends all at once? Should he tell them separately? When should
he tell them? Where? What if they no longer wanted to be his friends?
These questions were leading nowhere. It occurred to him that his two
week grounding was actually a good thing. His friends knew that for the
first few days his mother wouldn’t allow him visitors. It probably
wouldn’t be until Thursday or Friday that he would be allowed to see
them outside of school. Hopefully, he would figure out a plan of action
At 9:00, Kenny’s mom asked if he wanted to be put into his nighttime
diaper. The mere suggestion gave him an instant erection. They walked
upstairs where she led him to his bathroom. She removed his shirt and
socks, lowered his plastic pants, and then unpinned his diaper. (This
was the first time since he had been toilet trained that he had allowed
his mother to see him completely naked. It felt natural.)
“Take your shower and I’ll be waiting for you in your bedroom.”
When he got back to his room his mother had already laid out his
nighttime diaper along with a diaper doubler. (“Kewl,”
Kenny thought.) Much to his delight, she prepared him as she had done
earlier except that she also carefully covered his diaper area with baby
oil. The extreme bulk of the diaper and the sweet smell of the baby
powder added levels of sensory pleasure that Kenny enjoyed immensely,
but there was more to come.
“These baby… plastic pants,” Mrs. Braken corrected herself, “are
different from the ones I sent with you to Artie’s. They are a little
noisier. Tell me if you don’t like them,” she said as she pulled the
stiff pants up his legs.
They crackled loudly as he stood up.
“Kewl,” he said, smiling.
He instantly fell in love with them. He had already discovered that he
had a fondness for plastic pants; now he knew that noisy plastic
pants were even more exciting to wear. He wondered if, after his friends
knew about his diapers, he might be able to wear crackly plastic pants
during the day under his regular clothes.
“Now, let’s get your pajamas on.”
“But, my pajamas won’t fit over my thick diapers…”
“I’ve got some new ones for you,” she interrupted.
Mrs. Braken opened the dresser and unfolded a yellow garment. It was a
footed sleeper similar to what Kenny had worn the previous night. It was
only when his mother helped him put it on that he noticed that it didn’t
have a zipper up the front- instead, it buttoned in the back. Mrs.
Braken anxiously awaited Kenny’s verdict. Would he object to being
dependent on her to take off his own pajamas? He looked down at his
juvenile garment and smiled. He hugged and kissed his mother and thanked
her for ‘everything.’
“You’re very welcome, sweetie.”
He headed downstairs to watch TV. He was so enthralled with the rustling
and loud crackling noises made by his plastic pants that he regretted
having to sit still on the couch. Nonetheless, he was able to move
around just enough for his plastic pants to make all kinds of delightful
At 10:30 he was sleepy enough to go to bed. His mother accompanied him
to his room and tucked him in.
The next morning Kenny woke early and got up. He giggled when his noisy
plastic pants reminded him of his diapered state.
“Good morning, you’re in a good mood,” his mother greeted him. “Do you
want to get changed now or after breakfast?”
Kenny liked his thick diaper, plastic pants, and sleeper so much that he
said that he would prefer waiting. He had his usual cereal and orange
“You know, Kenny,” his mother said seriously, “your old underwear is
still in the laundry room waiting to be disposed of. You don’t have to
wear diapers to school if you don’t want to.”
Kenny’s face fell. “Do you mean that you won’t let me wear diapers
“Oh, no, honey. I don’t mean that at all. I just want you to know that
if you’re having second thoughts or if you aren’t sure that wearing
diapers is the right thing, you can still change your mind.”
Kenny breathed a sigh of relief. “No, thanks,” he said cheerily. “I
haven’t changed my mind.”
In fact, he was looking forward to it. His desire to wear diapers had
been growing steadily over the last three days. There was no way he
would give them up now.
After breakfast, Kenny’s mom helped him get out of his sleeper and night
diaper. He went into the bathroom to do number two and then she
re-diapered him. He was slightly nervous about going to school in a
diaper and plastic pants but not enough to make him change his mind. In
fact, he was enjoying a certain sense of naughtiness at breaking a
taboo- that is, a thirteen year old wearing and wetting diapers publicly.
Kenny and his mom arrived early. Mrs. Braken didn’t want Kenny to miss
class time while they made arrangements for his diaper changes with the
school nurse, Mrs. Appleton. Kenny carried a nylon bag containing six
diapers and doublers, plastic pants, a container of baby powder, extra
diaper pins, and a tube of rash cream. The arrangements were made
quickly. Kenny’s cheeks glowed bright red as his mother explained to
Mrs. Appleton that Kenny had returned to fulltime diaper wearing. Mrs.
Appleton asked some follow-up questions and seemed a little surprised
that Kenny wasn’t on medications.
“There is no need for medications at the present time,” Mrs. Braken said
truthfully. “Naturally, if that changes we will alert you immediately.
Oh… one last thing, Kenny and I have decided that he will wear cloth
diapers and plastic pants. I hope this is not inconvenient for you.”
“No,” the nurse answered sincerely. “Frankly, I don’t much approve of
using disposable diapers on older children. I think they are a waste of
money and an unnecessary burden on our dump sites, especially if the
child is expected to wear them for a long time.”
“I’m glad we agree,” Mrs. Braken continued. “And, yes, in this case,
Kenny is expected to be in diapers for quite some time.”
“I see. Has Kenny been doing his own diaper changes?”
“No,” Mrs. Braken admitted, “I have been doing them up to this point.”
“Very well. In that case,” she said to Kenny, “please take your pants
off and stand over there by the bed. I have to check how your mother
wants you diapered.”
Kenny looked over to his mother who smiled slightly and said, “Go on,
honey. Don’t keep Mrs. Appleton waiting.”
Kenny shyly took off his pants and waited, nervously eyeing the door to
the office. Mrs. Appleton and his mother joined him. Mrs. Appleton shut
the modesty curtain, creating a private space.
“Hold your shirt up, please. How long have you been wearing this
particular diaper?” she asked Kenny.
“About a half hour,” he replied.
“May I check it?” she asked Mrs. Braken.
Mrs. Appleton lowered his plastic pants almost to his knees. The
unmistakable odor of pee filled the confined space. Kenny blushed. He
was also fighting a growing erection.
“I see that you have already used it. Do you think you can last until
nutrition break without a change?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Kenny answered. “I’m wearing a diaper doubler, too.”
“That’s good,” she commented. “I assume that you haven’t been wearing
diapers for very long so I’ll caution you not to take any chances. If
you feel that your diapers and plastic pants might leak, ask your
teacher to dismiss you from class right away. In a few moments, I’ll
give you a blue pass that will allow you unlimited permission to come to
this office. All the teachers know that this is given out only in
special cases. You shouldn’t have any trouble getting dismissed, but
don’t abuse the privilege or you may lose it.”
“Yes, ma’am, I understand,” Kenny agreed.
“The best thing is to try to come to me during a break or at lunchtime.
That way you won’t have to ask for permission in front of the whole
“Yes, ma’am,” Kenny agreed again.
Kenny was getting nervous standing there with his shirt pulled up and
his plastic pants pulled down fully exposing his wet diaper.
“I see that you used six safety pins. Is this to keep the diaper
securely in place or to prevent Kenny from removing it?” Mrs. Appleton
“To keep his diaper securely in place, of course,” Mrs. Braken said
quickly. “Kenny would never remove it. As you can see, in less than a
half-hour he’s already wet it pretty well.”
Kenny blushed furiously. His mother’s comment seemed to imply that he
wouldn’t dare take the diaper off because it was impossible for him to
keep his pants dry for even a short period of time.
“Yes, I understand,” Mrs. Appleton said, pulling up Kenny’s plastic
“You can put your pants back on and go out to the yard if you want. Your
mother and I have a few more procedures to go over.”
Kenny went off toward the yard, the blue nurse’s pass stuck in his
pocket. He was aware of the gentle rustle caused by his plastic pants
but he doubted than anyone else would notice. He played back in his head
what had just happened in Mrs. Appleton’s office. Standing in front of
her in his diaper and plastic pants hadn’t been too bad. In fact, the
whole thing (including her pulling down his plastic pants to reveal his
wet diaper) had been more exciting than embarrassing. He smiled to
himself. “Just two weeks ago I would have died if she had asked
me to pull my pants down in front of her. Now, I’m looking forward to
her seeing me in diapers. Oh well, I guess I really am turning into a
Walking out into the yard a chill went up his spine as he realized the
danger he was putting himself in. Not that it mattered- he was resolved
to stay in diapers no matter what anybody said.
“Hey, Matt. Hey, Larry. Hey, Brick,” he greeted his friends.
In the few minutes before school started, they talked about their spring
break. Only Kenny hadn’t gone anywhere interesting.
“So what did you do?” Matt asked.
“Nothing much. Just hung around.”
Kenny decided on the spur of the moment to talk about his new friendship
with Artie. He gave an abbreviated version of his falling into the river
and how Artie saved his butt by inviting him to his house and washing
“Only,” Kenny finished the story, “my mom found out about it anyway and
I’m grounded for two weeks.”
“That really sucks,” Larry commiserated.
By the end of the day it was obvious to Kenny that it would impossible
to hide his visits to Mrs. Appleton’s office for very long. At the
morning break he had been able to hang back in the classroom pretending
to be finishing up a project. As soon as the others were gone, he raced
to the office and got his diaper changed. (His impatience about getting
back to his friends as quickly as possible took some of the enjoyment
away, but not all of it. He was comforted by Mrs. Appleton’s light touch
and her sincere desire to make him feel relaxed.)
The change he needed at lunch had been even more tricky to hide. He was
involved in an impromptu basketball game which he got out of by saying
that he needed a drink of water. Mrs. Appleton was busy dispensing pills
to students and, afterwards, he had to wait several minutes while she
recorded their names and the dosages she had administered. By the time
his diaper change was finished lunch had ended and he met up with his
friends in the classroom.
At the end of school, he again left his friends to get his diaper tended
to. When he eventually caught up with them, they seemed cool toward him.
“What’s up?” he asked nervously.
“You don’t have to hang with us if you don’t want to,” Larry answered.
“I haven’t been avoiding you, really. I just had to do something,” he
“Whatever,” his friends answered.
As he was walking home alone, Kenny wondered if his friends believed
that he actually was grounded for two weeks. What if they thought he was
doing something that he didn’t want them to know about? Was this what
Artie had meant when he had said that it would be impossible for Kenny
to hide his diapers from his friends? He got home and went up to his
“Would you like a snack?” his mom asked.
“No, thanks. I’m not hungry.”
Kenny’s low spirits were obvious to his mom.
“Bad day at school?”
“Are you mad at me because you’re grounded for two weeks.”
“Not really,” he answered again.
She took the direct approach. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He explained what had happened.
“You know, honey, you are hiding something from them. It’s
only natural that they’re going to wonder what it could be. I think you
need to tell them something, and soon.”
“I know,” he admitted.
“But tell them what?” he thought. He didn’t want to lie to
them but he didn’t want to tell them the whole truth- not yet, anyway.
Kenny finished his homework around 8:00. He took his nightly shower and
asked his mother to put him into his nighttime diapers. She sensed that
Kenny had enjoyed the ‘crinkly’ pants the previous night so she got out
another pair for him to wear (hoping that they would cheer him up a
little). It worked. His mood was much better when he went to bed.
The next morning he woke up with a clearly formulated plan in his head.
He went off to school hopeful that his scheme would buy him enough time
to figure out a permanent solution to his dilemma.
Kenny was with his three friends waiting for school to start. He pulled
the blue pass from his pocket.
“Do you guys know what this is?”
“A pass to the nurse’s office,” Larry said, reading the card. “How come
you’ve got one?”
“Well, that’s where I went yesterday at break, lunch, and after school.”
“Are you OK?” Brick asked.
“There’s nothing really wrong,” Kenny answered. “I
just might have to report to the nurse at certain times during the day,
that’s all…, really.”
After a few seconds’ pause Matt asked, “Does this have to do with you
falling into the river and almost drowning?”
“Yeah, in a way. But I don’t want to talk about it. OK?”
Nobody said anything for a long time. Finally, Matt broke the silence.
“OK... but I bet I know what it’s all about.”
“You do?” Brick said in surprise.
“Sure,” Matt continued, “I bet that when Kenny fell into the river a
fish bit him on the butt and now he has to go to Mrs. Appleton and drop
his pants so that she can check if he’s healing OK.”
The others laughed hilariously. Kenny didn’t think it was that funny but
he was happy that his friends seemed to have accepted his explanation.
Matt continued his teasing for the next few days.
“Well, what does Mrs. Appleton say? Who’s winning- you or the fish?”
“Quit it,” Kenny complained.
But he didn’t really mind. Having his friends tease him was a lot better
than having them look at him with suspicion. If only he could figure out
a plan for telling them about his diapers.
Thursday night, Kenny mom gave him a pleasant surprise.
“You’re still grounded for two weeks, but I’ve decided that you don’t
have to come home right after school tomorrow. You can go to a friend’s
house, if you want. The only conditions are that you call to tell me
where you are and that you get home in time for dinner.”
“Thanks, mom!” Kenny said excitedly.
This change in her attitude was prompted by a sincere desire to reward
Kenny for his cooperation during his grounding and also to allow her
time to meet with the architect she had selected to do the house
renovations. She thought that Kenny would approve of her selection but
she wanted to talk over preliminary plans with him to see if she still
felt comfortable with hiring him.
Kenny and his friends decided to go to Brick’s house after school and
play basketball. This lasted for about forty-five minutes. They took a
break and were variously sitting or lying stretched out on the lawn. A
folded yellow paper fell out of Matt’s pocket.
“What’s this?” Kenny asked.
His question was greeted with teasing “ooohs” and “aaahs” from Brick and
Larry. Matt appeared embarrassed.
“That’s mine,” Matt said, reaching for it.
“Yeah,” Larry added, “give him back his love letter from Emily.”
Brick and Larry made kissing sounds to further tease Matt. Kenny didn’t
know what they were talking about.
“Love letter?” he said intrigued.
Matt was getting more agitated demanding the piece of paper back.
“Yeah,” Brick explained, “Emily gave it to him at the beginning of
nutrition this morning.”
Kenny decided to pay Matt back for all the teasing he had given him this
“I think I should know what’s it says, too,” Kenny teased.
“Give it back!” Matt demanded.
Kenny was still lying on his back as he started unfolding the paper.
Matt lunged at him but Kenny managed to keep the paper out of his reach.
After a short struggle, Kenny remained lying on his back with Matt
sitting heavily on him just below the waist. Kenny still wouldn’t give
up the paper.
“Get off me, you elephant,” Kenny said, laughing.
“G-i-v-e m-e t-h-a-t p-a-p-e-r,” Matt demanded in a frustrated tone.
“Make me,” Kenny said, clutching it tightly.
Everybody knew that Kenny was pathologically ticklish. You could get him
to do anything by simply threatening to tickle him. Matt started
tickling him through his shirt. Kenny bucked and writhed but he couldn’t
shake Matt. Then, two things happened simultaneously. Kenny’s shirt rose
up exposing his plastic pants, and he let loose a solid stream of pee
into his diaper. Matt sensed these two events simultaneously, too. His
eyes focused on the plastic pants at the same time that he became aware
of the warmth emanating from Kenny’s crotch.
“You’re wearing diapers… and you’re wetting them, right now!” he said
jumping off of him.
Larry and Brick froze. They saw the top of the diaper and plastic pants,
too. Kenny didn’t move, not even to cover up his exposed plastic pants
“I… I…, shit!” he whimpered.
“Maybe before you start invading other people’s privacy you should be up
front about yourself first,” Matt said hotly.
Kenny sat up, shame faced.
“I’m sorry for not telling you,” he said in a choked voice.
“Yeah, whatever,” Matt said coolly, “give me back my paper.”
Kenny handed him the note and Matt left. Nobody knew what to say. Brick
broke the silence.
“Matt’s sure being a jerk but I wouldn’t worry about it. You know how he
is. He gets mad all the time and then he completely forgets about it the
“Maybe,” Kenny said dejectedly. “But what if he goes around and tells
everybody about my… my things while he’s still mad at me?”
Would Matt do that? It was a question they all pondered for a few
“Kenny,” Larry asked, “what is going on?”
He decided to try giving the shortest answers possible.
“I’ll be wearing diapers all the time now.”
“All the time? For how long?” Brick asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe forever.”
Larry and Brick were shocked and speechless for several seconds.
“How come?” Larry pursued.
“I just have to. It’s real complicated- but I did tell you the truth the
other day. I don’t have any bad disease or anything. It’s just something
I have to do.”
There was another prolonged silence.
“Will you guys want to be my friends anymore?” Kenny asked.
“Of course we’ll still be your friends,” Brick answered.
“Yeah, of course,” Larry seconded.
“Thanks.” Kenny said gratefully. “When word of this gets out, a lot of
people are going to make fun of me. Are you sure you’ll still want to be
“Stop worrying about it,” Larry insisted.
“Yeah, Larry’s right,” Brick added. “we won’t walk out on you. Promise.”
There was another long pause.
“Why do you think that word is going to get out about your… things?”
Brick asked, using Kenny’s word for his diapers.
“For one thing, Matt sure was pissed at me. What if he tells his
blabbermouth sister about this? She’ll have the story spread all over
the neighborhood by tomorrow morning. And besides, I’ve always tried out
for sports and track season is coming up.”
“You think that can run and jump in those?” Larry asked in amazement.
“Did you notice anything different during the last week when we played
around together?” Kenny responded.
“No, I guess not,” Larry admitted.
“What do they feel like?” Brick asked.
“Brick!” Larry admonished.
“No, that’s OK,” Kenny answered. “I wondered the same thing before I
started wearing them… It’s hard to describe. They’re kind of thick and
when they get wet they feel sort of heavy.”
“How come your diaper looks different? I mean, not that I saw a lot of
it, but it looks different from what I thought diapers looked like.”
Brick said blushing.
“Well,” Kenny answered, “I’m wearing old-fashioned diapers- you know,
cloth ones with plastic pants.”
“Really?!” Brick said in amazement. “What do they loo…” Brick didn’t
finish, but blushed again.
“You’re curious to see what they look like, aren’t you?” Kenny asked.
“Yeah, sorry. None of my business.”
“That’s OK. I don’t mind showing you, but not here. Can we go to your
Larry must have been just as curious as Brick since he followed them
into the house.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Kenny joked before he undid his
belt and took off his pants.
“Wow,” Larry exclaimed, “They have pins in them.”
“Of course, how do you think they stay up?”
“And they’re so thick!” Brick marveled.
“Yeah,” Kenny said. “And if you think these are thick, my nighttime
diapers are about four times thicker.”
“No way,” Brick said.
“Really!” Kenny answered ingenuously.
“Wouldn’t disposables be easier to wear? And you wouldn’t need to wear
plastic pants with them, would you?”
“Maybe,” Kenny answered, “but my mom says that these are better for the
environment. And I wear a doubler inside so that I don’t need to be
changed as often.”
“What’s a doubler?” Larry wanted to know.
“It’s like a diaper, only long and narrow. It goes down the middle of
the diaper and makes the center part twice as thick.”
Kenny’s diaper was sagging due to the wetting that he had given it when
Matt tickled him. He thought it was time to get his pants back on even
though he was enjoying showing off his diapers to his friends. (Artie
was right, again. It was better when your friends knew about your
“There’s one more thing I want to tell you guys. I don’t wear my pants
inside the house anymore. You can see how thick my diapers are and
wearing pants on top of them is kind of hot and uncomfortable.”
Riding home on his bike, Kenny thought about Brick and Larry. They
seemed prepared to accept his diaper wearing. He was also pleased that
his diaper had excited them. He hadn’t missed noticing the erections
tenting their pants. Luckily, his diaper was too thick for them to have
Just before turning into his own driveway, Kenny spotted Matt stopped
fifty feet up the street looking at him. Kenny waved and said hi, but
Matt just kept staring. After a few seconds, he got back on his bike and
turned for home.
“Now what was that all about?” Kenny thought. “Why
did Matt wait for me to get home only to turn around and ignore me?”
Kenny shared the afternoon’s events with his mom (minus the scene in
“Sweetie, you can’t expect everyone to accept your diaper wearing right
away. Some people, like Matt, will need time. “And they may
never accept it,” she added to herself.
“I know. But, still…” Kenny pouted.
“Be patient. Everything will work out in the end,” she said, even though
she had her doubts.
The next morning, Saturday, Kenny did his household chores first thing
after breakfast. Since he was still wearing his nighttime diapers, he
got a big kick out of hearing his plastic pants crinkle loudly every
time he bent over or moved around. He thought how much fun it would be
if Artie were there wearing crinkly pants, too.
Mrs. Braken was still trying to find the correct routine for caring for
Kenny’s diapers. The first part of the problem was getting Kenny’s
diapers to and from school. It appeared, based on the first week’s
experience, that he would need three or four changes each day. That many
wet diapers and doublers were too heavy and bulky for Kenny to bring
home himself. She had already decided that she couldn’t keep on picking
them up and dropping off fresh ones daily, either.
The other part of the problem had to do with the number of diapers Kenny
used at home. He seemed to need one or two more changes in the afternoon
and evening of school days and, of course, one overnight diaper. This
amounted to a daily average of six or seven diapers and diaper doublers
each day, not counting the plastic pants that needed hand washing.
After completing Saturday morning chores, Kenny showered and asked his
mother to diaper him. She used the opportunity to speak to him.
“You know, Kenny, you go through a lot of diapers each day.”
A flicker of concern crossed his face.
“Now, don’t worry. I’m not going to take them away from you or even ask
you to use fewer. I have a different idea. How would you feel if I hired
a diaper service to pick them up here and at school each day?”
“I don’t know. I guess that would be OK.”
“I’ve investigated one company and they say it will be no problem to add
us to their daily pickups and drop off.”
“Would people know that someone was picking up my diapers here and at
school? I mean, what’s the name of the company?” Kenny asked in a
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” his mother answered. “The company is
called Uniform Service and Hotel Suppliers. Their trucks don’t
say anything about diapers.”
“OK, I guess we could try it. But won’t that be expensive?”
It wasn’t the expense that most concerned Kenny. He was concerned that
he would no longer get to wash his own plastic pants and hang them up to
dry (a job he had willingly volunteered to do all this week.)
“It is a little expensive,” she agreed “but it’s the
plastic pants that drive the cost up because they have to be hand
“Would it help if I brought home my plastic pants every day and hand
washed them here, you know, like I’m already doing?”
Kenny hoped that he wasn’t showing too much eagerness but he really
didn’t want to turn the job over to anyone else. He loved
washing plastic pants.
“Well, as a matter of fact, that would save over half the cost. Are you
sure you want to?
“It would be OK,” he said trying to suppress any hint about how excited
he was. “I know that my diapers are already costing a lot of money. I
want to do it, you know, to say money and everything…”
Mrs. Braken wasn’t fooled in the least. All week, she had seen how
mesmerized Kenny was over his plastic pants. She noticed how he lingered
while washing them and how he carefully hung them up to dry. She had
even observed him staring at them for long periods of time while they
hung in his bathroom. She suspected from the start that Kenny would not
want to give up washing them and she couldn’t see any harm in allowing
him to continue doing the job. Besides, she was happy to save over
$2,000 a year in laundry costs.
“OK, it’s a deal. Today, after our meeting with the architect, we’ll go
shopping for reusable bags to transport your plastic pants.”
“Meeting with the architect? What architect?”
“You’ll see. Now, let me check your plastic pants.”
The doorbell rang. Kenny was in his room pondering what to do. His
mother had assured him several times that the architect knew all about
his diapers and that he shouldn’t feel shy about them. Still, he
hesitated. Looking at himself in the mirror he saw how big and thick
they were, especially with the doubler puffing out the middle. He stared
at his pants laying on the bed. He sure hated the idea of covering up
“Kenny, would you come down here, please? I want you to meet the
He thought of Artie. “He wouldn’t cover them up, that’s for sure.”
He started down the stairs, enjoying the newly discovered thrill that
wearing diapers in front of a stranger caused in him. There was a
certain sense of naughtiness that delighted him immensely.
He was almost at the bottom of the stairs. His mother said something and
a young woman answered. Had the architect brought his wife with him? Or
(worse), his daughter? Kenny’s distraction caused him to trip over his
own feet. He landed flat on his face in front of the living room
“What on earth??” Kenny’s mother said. “How many times do I have to tell
you not to run down the stairs?”
“I slipped,” he said lamely.
Kenny felt doubly stupid. He now realized that his mother was alone with
the woman. She was the architect. Why had he assumed it was a
man? He was painfully aware that the woman was trying to suppress a
smile as she stared at his diapered bottom. He got up and walked into
the room with as much grace as he could muster. His crimson face didn’t
“I’m pleased to meet you, Kenny. My name is Emily Griffens.”
“Hi,” he answered.
He stared at the woman. She seemed familiar but he couldn’t figure out
why. He was sure that they had never met.
“Your mom has told me a lot about you and what you would like me to do
in your new room. Also, my mom, dad, sister, and brother have filled me
in about you, too. I hope you like what I’ve prepared.”
“Huh?” Kenny asked perplexed.
“Surprise!” a boy’s voice exclaimed.
His heart began pounding furiously at the thought of someone catching
him in his diaper and plastic pants. He turned around.
“Artie! What are you…?”
“Emily is my older sister,” he answered laughing. “Isn’t it great?
You’re going to get a bathroom and bedroom like mine.”
“Hold on there a minute,” Emily said laughing, too, “I didn’t just make
a carbon copy of your room for Kenny. I’m a professional. I planned it
“Sorry. I didn’t mean that. I just meant…”
“I know what you meant. It’s OK. I just don’t want Mrs. Braken and Kenny
to think that I didn’t carefully think out this project. And, before we
go any further,” she said to Artie, “where are your pants? You know
better than to take them off before asking if our hosts are comfortable
with you wearing just your diapers.”
“But Kenny only wore his diapers while he was at our house…” Artie began
“That’s OK, Artie,” Mrs. Braken cut in. “Feel free to make yourself
comfortable whenever you come over here.” Turning to Emily she added,
“At least we’ll never have to wonder what the dress code for these guys
is going to be!”
“You’ve got that right!” Emily answered in the same playful tone.
They went into the dining room where Emily set up her portable and began
“Based on the measurements of the rooms and what we discussed, here’s
what I’ve come up with for Kenny’s suite.”
Kenny liked the sound of that- his ‘suite’.
She explained in detail the various elements of the bedroom and bathroom
as they flashed up on the screen. Kenny loved it, especially when she
came to the part about his changing table.
“Since there is already a lot of leaded glass in the bathroom, I thought
we could incorporate some into the changing table, too. Instead of four
drawers at each end like Artie has, I thought that we could have just
one drawer for supplies and things and then have movable shelves behind
leaded glass doors the rest of the way down.”
“I like it,” Kenny said emphatically. (He instantly saw an appealing
advantage- his plastic pants would always be visible through the doors.)
Emily went on to explain other things such as electrical outlets and
architectural details that neither Kenny nor Artie were interested in.
“Can we go to my room?” Kenny asked.
“Yes, I think so,” his mom answered. “Emily and I can finish without
“So what happened this week?” Artie asked excitedly. “I’ve been dying to
“Oh, yeah. Sorry. I didn’t call you because my mom found out about the
river and she grounded me for two weeks.”
“She did? How did she find out?”
“Well,” he answered vaguely (so that it wouldn’t sound like he was
blaming Artie for telling his mother that they had met at the river),
“she just figured it out I guess. I mean, she knows that I wouldn’t have
wet my pants. And, besides, you live so close to the river…”
“Yeah, I see what you mean. I guess it was stupid of us to think that
you could get away with it.”
“Well, I’m glad it happened. I mean, the diapers and everything.”
This reminded Kenny of something else. He got up and ran into his
“Wait ‘til you see these,” he said coming back into the room.
He handed Artie a pair of his crinkly nighttime pants.
“What’s so special about these?”
“Scrunch them,” Kenny said.
They made a loud crinkling noise.
“Cool,” Artie exclaimed. “Where did you get these?”
“I don’t know. My mom got them for my nighttime diapers. I want more,
like for wearing during the day, but I haven’t asked yet.”
“Just two weeks ago you were nervous about walking out of my bedroom and
going downstairs to pick up the mail. Are you sure you’re ready to wear
these crinkly pants outside? Everybody would hear them, you know.
But,” he giggled, “I guess it would be fun to watch
people’s reactions as they figured it out.”
Kenny was happy that Artie approved. Maybe some day they would actually
do it together.
“Do you notice anything about me?” Artie asked.
Kenny looked at his friend and smiled.
“Your mom got you diaper doublers!”
“Yeah, they just came on Thursday. They are so cool. My mom likes the
idea that I don’t have to be changed so often and I like how the extra
material feels between my legs.”
“My best friends know about my diapers,” Kenny announced without
He described how Brick, Larry, and Matt discovered that he was wearing
diapers and plastic pants.
“I don’t know if Matt was mad because I took his note or because of my
diapers. He left right away, still mad. Larry and Brick were OK with it,
I think. They even asked if they could see my diaper and plastic pants.”
(Kenny didn’t mention how excited they had become as he
displayed his diaper and plastic pants to them.)
“Then, when I got home, Matt was sitting on his bike in front of my
house. When I stopped and waved at him, he just took off without saying
a word. It was really weird.”
“Yeah, it sure sounds it,” Artie agreed.
Before they could speculate further, Mrs. Braken came up to Kenny’s room
to tell the boys to get their pants on- they were going out for lunch.
She smiled to herself as she walked out. She had recognized Kenny’s
crinkly plastic pants that Artie was still holding.
At about the same time as Artie and his sister arrived at the Brakens,
Larry and Brick were riding their bikes past the neighborhood park.
“Brick, hold up. Let’s stop here.”
Brick breathed a sigh of annoyance but stopped. He got off his bike and
joined Larry. They laid their bikes down on the grass and sat next to
them. Brick waited for Larry to say something.
“What if we get caught?” Larry asked nervously.
“We’ve gone over all of this. We’re not committing a crime. We’ll check
the store out carefully to make sure that no one there knows us. We’ll
be in and out in no time.”
“I don’t know…” Larry sighed.
The previous day, when they found out about Kenny’s diaper wearing,
they had been stunned beyond words. They themselves had shared a diaper
secret of their own since they were eight years old.
At that time, Brick’s younger brother had just been toilet trained.
His mother had put a half-used package of his disposables into storage
in the garage (in case he regressed). A few months later, Brick and
Larry were playing when they found them. One of them (they
couldn’t remember who) dared the other to try one on. After a series of
back-and-forth taunts, they each put one on. They were a little snug but
the tapes help up well anyway. They put their pants back on and
continued playing in the yard. A little while later, Larry asked to use
“What for?” Brick answered. “Use your diaper. I’ve already used mine.”
Larry wouldn’t believe it but after they had retreated to the garage
where they couldn’t be seen, Brick lowered his pants and showed Larry
his wet diaper. After a few minutes of trying, Larry wet his, too. They
kept them on a little while longer but eventually took them off for fear
of being caught.
Neither boy would admit it to the other, but they had enjoyed their
little diaper game. A couple of days later Brick asked Larry if he
wanted to do it again. Larry agreed but they were disappointed to find
that Brick’s mom had cleaned the garage and thrown them out. They never
spoke about it again.
These memories came rushing back when they saw Kenny in his diaper.
After he left, Brick asked Larry if he remembered the time that they had
worn his brother’s diapers. Larry said he did.
“I bet you wouldn’t dare do that again, would you?” Brick asked.
“I don’t know,” Larry admitted. “I might.”
Without admitting their true feelings to each other (at least not in
words), they explored the topic some more. They eventually decided to
pool their money and buy a package of youth diapers (not pull-ups). They
even went on line to check out the size that they would need to buy.
This is what led to their current conversation.
“What if the cashier recognizes us? Or somebody we know sees us?” Larry
“I’ll do the talking, OK? I’ll say that I’m doing a favor for a
neighbor. Just act cool. No one will know what we’re really doing,”
Brick said in a conciliatory tone.
Larry was tormented by indecision. All night long he had imagined the
joy of wearing diapers again, but the fear of being caught was
overwhelming, too. The indecision was written all over his face.
“OK. Be that way,” Brick said impatiently. “I’ll do it myself. Just wait
here if you’re too chicken to come with me.”
Larry bristled at his friend’s criticism.
“I am not chicken,” he insisted.
They jumped back on their bikes and headed for the store. Larry
suspected that Brick had tricked him but he was trapped and he really
would feel chicken if he backed out now.
They locked their bikes in front of the store and went in. If was fairly
busy with Saturday shoppers (which they thought would give them ‘cover’
for their purchase). Larry was barely conscious of where he was as he
blindly followed Brick through the aisles. Once they got into the diaper
aisle, though, he suddenly became very alert, reacting to the slightest
“Would you quit that?” Brick said under his breath. “If people start
noticing us it will be because you’re acting so weird.”
Larry tried to concentrate on what Brick was doing. He saw him select a
large package of thirty-six ‘super absorbent’ diapers.
“OK, now let’s get two small containers of powder so that we each can
have one,” Brick announced.
There had to wait in line at the checkout. They placed the package on
the floor between them as they inched their way toward the cashier. By
the time they were waited on, Larry was a nervous wreck again. Luckily,
Brick had the money and did all the talking. Larry couldn’t believe how
calm Brick managed to be. The clerk put their purchases into a plastic
bag and they left the store.
“Yes!” Brick exulted, “we did it.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Larry pleaded, nervously looking around.
The closer they got to his house (where they had agreed to go) the more
excited Larry became. Now that the pressure of buying the diapers was
off (for a little while anyway) Larry began anticipating the fun they
would have. He giggled.
“What so funny?” Brick asked.
“Nothing. I was just thinking.”
“Yeah, me too.” Brick answered knowingly.
As anticipated, Larry’s parents were still out shopping. The boys went
to Larry’s bedroom. Brick dumped the diapers and baby powder onto the
bed. He ripped the bag open and removed the first diaper. It felt just
like his little brother’s diapers from five years before, only bigger
and thicker. It crinkled appealingly as he unfolded it. His excitement
increased again and his inhibitions relating to his growing erection
“I’ll go first,” he announced, kicking off his shoes and pulling his
pants and underwear off at the same time.
The diaper was laid on the floor and Brick positioned himself on it.
“What about the powder?” Larry wondered.
“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot,” Brick agreed.
He rolled over onto his side as Larry sprinkled some onto the back of
the diaper. Brick rolled back into position and Larry sprinkled a
generous amount onto his front diaper area. A cloud of sweet smelling
powder filled the air.
“Careful,” Brick admonished lightly, “ not so much.”
The diaper was pulled up and, after a few tests, correctly taped into
place. Brick got up to look at himself in the dresser mirror. He felt
that his long t-shirt was in the way so he took it off. He was in
ecstasy over what he saw, turning this way and that to get a full view
of his diaper.
“My turn, my turn,” Larry practically begged as he, too, lost the last
of his inhibitions. Except for his socks, he stripped naked.
Another diaper was laid onto the floor. A generous amount of powder was
sprinkled on it before Larry lay down. His front was powdered and Brick
securely taped the diaper onto his friend.
They ran back to the mirror and playfully pushed each other out of the
way so that they could get a better look at their own diaper.
“I know,” Larry said. “Follow me.”
He ran down the hall with Brick right behind him. They went into the
master bedroom where the closet doors were mirrored floor to ceiling.
“Cool,” Brick commented.
After a few moments of admiring themselves they sat on the floor in
front of the mirrors. They talked about their diaper experience five
“Did you ever think about it again?” Brick wondered.
“Yeah,” Larry admitted. “Sometimes… actually, a lot.”
“Me, too,” Brick acknowledged.
“What does it mean?” Larry pursued.
“I don’t know. That we like diapers, I guess.”
“But why?” Larry sighed.
“Who knows?” Brick answered.
“I’ve got a confession to make,” Larry said.
“I already knew what size diapers we would need when we looked it up on
the web. I visit diaper sites all the time.”
Brick laughed and then said, “We’re both pretty good fakers. I visit
them all the time, too. Do you want to turn your computer on and I’ll
show you the sites I like?”
They spend the better part of two hours visiting favorite sites that
they each had found. There was a lot of overlap but they each felt that
they had discovered some good sites to enjoy later on.
“Hey, anybody home?”
Larry and Brick froze. It was Matt. They dove for their clothes, hastily
putting them on.
“Quick, hide the diapers and baby powder,” Larry said. “I’ll let him in.”
It was only as he started to leave the room that Larry realized how
noisy their diapers were.
“Turn on some music, too. You know, to cover up the crinkling noise.”
Larry went to let Matt in. Brick threw the baby powder into the top
drawer of the dresser. He couldn’t think where to hide the diapers.
Larry kept a lot of games and stuff in his closet so he didn’t want to
put them there. Even though he was an only child, he had a bunk bed with
drawers that went to the floor so he couldn’t put them under there… Time
was running out. The bed was unmade so he shoved the open package under
the covers, near the foot. Their underwear was still lying on the floor
so he shoved those there, too.
Matt and Larry entered the room. Brick innocently sat playing at the
“Watcha doing?” Matt asked.
“Nothing. Just hanging out.”
Matt plopped down on the bed. Brick’s heart missed a beat. “It’s
a good thing Larry doesn’t know where the diapers are. He’d be shitting
a brick by now.”
“You wanna do something?” Matt continued.
“I don’t know? What?” Brick and Larry asked.
“I don’t know,” Matt answered unhelpfully.
“My parents are going to be home soon,” Larry said. “They were talking
about visiting my grandparents later this afternoon...”
As Matt was listening, he extended his arm behind him and felt the
package under the covers.
“What’s this?” he asked pushing the covers aside.
Brick didn’t have time to react. Matt uncovered the diapers and their
“Diapers! You guys, too?” he yelped (referring to Kenny). “What’s going
Brick and Larry were tongue-tied, unable to speak. Larry turned ghost
white and Brick was afraid that his friend would faint.
Matt’s face, on the other hand, had turned crimson with rage. The
significance of the two boxer shorts next to the diaper package suddenly
“I know you’re wearing diapers. Those are Brick’s lucky basketball
boxers that he wore all season,” he said pointing to the distinctive
underwear. “How come you guys are keeping secrets, too?”
With that he stormed out of the room throwing the diapers in Brick and
“Do you think he’ll tell?” Larry asked through tear-filled eyes.
“I don’t know,” Brick answered as he picked up the diapers that had
fallen out of the package. “If your parents are really coming home soon,
we’d better get this stuff organized and put away.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Larry answered halfheartedly. “Why does everything
have to get so complicated?”
Since there wasn’t any answer to that, Brick continued working silently.
They divided the diapers into two piles. Larry decided to hide his share
of the diapers and the container of baby powder in the empty drawer
under his bed.
“That drawer is empty!” Brick exclaimed. “Shit! If I had known that…”
Larry and Brick laughed at the irony of the situation. This helped break
the tension that had existed since Matt uncovered their diaper secret.
“I guess I’d better get out of my diaper now.”
Brick decided that he had better do the same. They laughed again when
they saw that each of them had given his diaper a generous wetting.
“You know,” Brick said seriously, “I don’t think that Matt will tell
anyone. Sure, he got mad at us, but why did get mad? I think it’s
because we hurt his feelings by keeping a secret from him. I think that that’s
what made him mad, not our diapers.”
“I sure hope you’re right.”
“That was a great lunch. Thanks for suggesting it,” Mrs. Braken said.
“My pleasure,” Emily Griffens answered. “Now, I think we’d better be
“Does Artie have to leave right away, too?” Kenny whined.
Even though they had been back less than a minute the boys were already
stripped down to their diapers and plastic pants. Kenny’s grounding
still had more than a week to run and he was hoping that Artie could
“I’m sorry, but I have to leave now,” Emily explained.
Mrs. Braken read the loneliness in Kenny’s voice and decided to relent.
“I can take Artie back; that is, if he wants to stay.”
“Yes, please!” Artie said enthusiastically.
Artie phoned his house and it was arranged that he could stay a couple
more hours. Mrs. Braken would bring him home in time for dinner. The
guys went up to Kenny’s room. He turned on his computer and they
halfheartedly played around for a little while.
“Have you ever visited diaper sites?” Artie asked sheepishly.
“Diaper sites?” Kenny asked. “You mean, like to buy diapers?”
“No. Sites that are put up by people who like to wear diapers,” Artie
For a couple of hours they visited Artie favorite pages, with Kenny
bookmarking them along the way. He had no idea that such sites existed
but he was certainly going to get to know them better, and soon!
When it was time to bring Artie home, Mrs. Braken checked the guys’
diapers and decided that they could use a change. Artie particularly
enjoyed watching his new friend get diapered.
Artie was feeling particularly daring so he challenged Kenny to leave
the house in just his diapers when he and his mom brought him home.
Kenny was intrigued. He agreed, once he made sure that Artie wouldn’t
wear his pants either. Mrs. Braken raised her eyebrows but she didn’t
stop them. (She actually thought it was kind of cute.)
Kenny was nervous about going to school on Monday morning. He was
worried about what Matt might do now that he had found out about his
diapers. Most of all, he dreaded being made fun of in front of his
Larry and Brick were also nervous as they approached school on Monday
morning. Larry had concerns similar to Kenny’s. Would Matt publicly
humiliate him? Would Matt tell everyone about the diapers that he and
Brick had been caught wearing?
Brick was concerned about these things, too, and more.
Larry and Kenny arrived first. It was an awkward moment. Larry was so
nervous about what Matt might do that he could barely say good morning
to Kenny. Kenny interpreted Larry’s odd behavior as meaning that Larry
was rejecting his friendship because of his diapers.
Brick arrived about a minute later. He, too, seemed agitated. Without
saying hello, he pulled Larry aside and whispered something to him.
Larry agreed reluctantly to whatever Brick had said and they walked away
together. Kenny became even more depressed, thinking that he had now
lost all his closest friends.
At least a major confrontation with Matt was averted. As was frequently
the case, he arrived right at the last minute. His friends no longer
bothered asking him why he arrived so late. He always answered the same
way, “Too many things to do.” They figured that this was just his way of
saying that he had overslept.
Kenny felt like a condemned prisoner waiting for the executioner to pull
the switch. He couldn’t concentrate on anything that was happening in
class so he started paying close attention to Larry, Brick, and Matt.
Oddly, none of them seemed very happy either. Larry seemed to be on the
verge of tears; Brick was sullen and withdrawn; and, Matt did a lot of
staring off into space. In fact, at one point or another each of them
was scolded for not paying attention.
Morning break finally arrived. Kenny headed off to Mrs. Appleton’s
office to get his diaper changed. She must have sensed that something
was bothering him because her touch was even more gentle than usual
while changing him.
He went out into the schoolyard not exactly sure what to expect. He
wasn’t very surprised to see that his friends were not in the usual spot
waiting for him. In fact, he didn’t see them anywhere. This uncertainty
was really beginning to get to him. He wished that they would just do
whatever it was that they were planning. Even humiliation would be
better than this painful waiting. He went back to class wondering if his
mom could get him enrolled at Artie’s school since it seemed that he was
the only friend he had left.
When the lunch bell rang Kenny wasn’t hungry so he got his diaper
changed early. Larry and Brick were waiting for him as he left Mrs.
Appleton’s office. His stomach did a flip-flop.
“Hi,” he said in a barely audible whisper.
“How come you didn’t come to the lunch room?” Brick asked.
Kenny thought that this was a funny question but he answered truthfully.
“I wasn’t hungry.”
“Yeah, we weren’t, either,” Larry volunteered.
There was an awkward silence that seemed to stretch out forever. Brick
finally broke the silence.
“Can we go somewhere and talk?”
Kenny was surprised by the question. Was this some kind of trick? Was
Matt hiding somewhere and as soon as they had him isolated from the
other kids would they attack him? Maybe ‘pants’ him and leave him in
just his diaper and plastic pants. Whatever they were going to do, he
wanted to get it over with so he agreed. They went off together to the
far end of the schoolyard. Nothing happened. Larry and Brick sat down.
Kenny did, too.
“Larry and I have something to tell you,” Brick began.
Kenny was struggling to stay calm but tears were building up in his eyes
“Matt caught Larry and me wearing diapers on Saturday.”
Kenny was dumbfounded. Did Brick just say that he and Larry had been
“Huh?” Kenny said.
“It’s true. Really,” Larry confirmed.
They told him how they bought diapers on Saturday morning, tried them on
at Larry’s, and then got caught by Matt.
“And that’s not all,” Brick added. “I wore a diaper to bed on Saturday
night and when my dad came to wake me up yesterday he discovered what I
“Oh, no,” Kenny sympathized. “What happened?”
“He got really mad, calling me a baby and other stuff. He asked if I had
any others and he made me show him where I had hidden them. When he saw
that I had baby powder, too, he went ballistic. I got so scared that I
peed the diaper right in front of him. This really pushed him over the
edge. He pulled the diaper off me and spanked me. By then, my mother and
little brother had heard him yelling and they came and saw what was
happening. I was so embarrassed- I mean, getting spanked in front of my
little bother and crying over it. My mother got my dad calmed down but
she got mad, too, when she found out what I had done.”
Brick paused for a few moments as he wiped the tears that had streamed
down his cheeks.
“What did they do next?” Kenny asked, sensing that Brick’s story wasn’t
“I have to wear the diapers all the time until they’re gone.”
“You mean, you’re wearing one now?” Kenny said in surprise.
Brick shook his head up and down, too embarrassed to speak.
“But there’s more,” Brick continued. “They kept asking me for details
about what I had done. When did I buy them? Where? How many? I
eventually let it slip that Larry was with me. They started asking me
how he was involved. Last night, they called Larry’s parents and told
“And they never said anything to me,” Larry added in a worried voice.
“That’s not good,” was all that Kenny could think to say.
Clearly, Larry and Brick were in an even bigger mess than Kenny. At
least his mother had been cool when she found out about his desire to
wear diapers. Obviously, Brick’s parents weren’t and Larry still had to
wait to see what would happen to him, if anything. No wonder he seemed
to be on the verge of tears all morning.
And there was Matt. What did his reactions to discovering that they were
wearing diapers mean? Brick was still hopeful that he wouldn’t tell on
them. Kenny thought that his standoffishness this morning wasn’t a good
The end-of-lunch bell rang and they headed back to class. Kenny clearly
heard the crinkling of Brick’s disposable diaper but he didn’t want to
upset his friend by saying anything about it. He also wondered how wet
Brick’s diaper was.
At afternoon break Brick seemed very uncomfortable. Kenny thought he
knew the reason.
“Have you wet your diaper?” he asked quietly so that no one would
Brick blushed but admitted that he felt extremely wet and that he needed
to pee some more. He said that he was afraid that it would cause his
diaper to overflow.
“Do you have extra diapers with you?”
“No,” Brick said in a panicked voice, “my parents said I had to wear
this one all day, no matter what.”
“Can’t you go to the bathroom and then retape the diaper shut?”
“I’m afraid of the noise it could make. What is somebody heard it?”
“Do you really have much choice? What if you leak all over your pants?”
In the end, Brick decided to hold it as long as he could. By the end of
the school day he was obviously in agony. Brick. Larry, and Kenny began
their walk home.
“Can I go over to your house for a while?” Larry asked Kenny. (He knew
he couldn’t ask to go to Brick’s house.)
“Sorry, my mom is still grounding me. I can’t have visitors.”
“Yeah, I figured,” Larry sighed.
“You’re going to have to face your mom and dad sometime to find out what
they’re going to do about your diapers,” Kenny pointed out.
“I know. It’s just…. well, you know….”
They knew. Who wanted to get yelled at or punished?
Brick suddenly stopped walking. His face expressed a mixture of relief
and horror. Very quickly a wet streak ran down his right pant leg and a
pool of pee began dripping at his feet.
“I gotta go,” he croaked as he ran towards his house three blocks away.
Despite their sympathy for him, Larry couldn’t resist a joke.
“Brick shouldn’t have said ‘I gotta go’ he should have said ‘I just
“That’s not funny,” Kenny admonished him, although he did giggle a
On Tuesday morning Kenny was bristling with curiosity. Once again, he
and Larry arrived first at school. He listened very carefully but he
didn’t hear any sound of a crinkling disposable diaper coming from
Larry’s pants. He felt a stab of disappointment.
“Well?… What happened?”
“Plenty,” Larry answered.
Before he could go into his explanation, Brick arrived… with his father
leading him by the hand. They stopped in front of Larry and Kenny.
“Thank you very much for dropping off those diapers for Brick to use,”
Brick’s father said loudly enough for anyone in the area to hear. “That
was very generous of you. God knows, he’ll need all the diapers he can
Brick never looked up at his friends. He stared intently at the ground
the whole time. The only reaction they saw was a single tear run down
his cheek as his dad loudly proclaimed his diaper wearing status to the
whole schoolyard. Everybody would know before the first bell rang. (It
didn’t escape Kenny that this would probably mean that his diaper
wearing status would also be revealed very soon.) Brick and his dad went
into the school building.
“So your parents made you give your diapers to Brick. That’s not so bad,
I guess. Did they do anything else?”
Larry didn’t answer right away.
“Let’s go someplace more private… I’ll try to keep the story short. When
I got home my mom was already there. She said she left work early
because she had errands to run… for me. She told me to go to my room and
get undressed all the way, even shoes and socks. I figured that I
knew what was coming. I had to wait a long time before she showed up. I
was really embarrassed. She made me lay down on a towel and she spread
baby powder all over my front and back diaper area. She opened my
dresser and told me to lift up. She slipped a diaper under me but it
felt different from the ones Brick and I had bought. It was cloth! She
told me to lift up again and she slid a diaper doubler into place. She
pinned me up and pulled some plastic pants into place.”
Kenny had listened to Larry with growing amazement. Where had his mom
found cloth diapers so fast? For that matter, how come she put him into
cloth diapers at all when Larry had already bought disposables? As if
sensing Kenny’s questions, Larry continued.
“From my baby pictures I knew that I had always worn cloth diapers. I
didn’t know that my mom was practically a fanatic about it, though. She
was madder at me for buying disposable than for anything else. After she
and my dad talked about the phone call from Brick’s parents they decided
that I would wear diapers as a punishment, too. Only my mom wouldn’t
hear of me wearing the disposables. So, yesterday morning she called
Willowhaven School to find out if they knew where she could get cloth
diapers and plastic pants in sizes for bigger kids. They said that they
had a parent who could probably help. They gave her a phone number that
my mom called. She and this lady talked for a while and discovered that
they had similar beliefs about cloth versus disposable diapers. My mom
asked where she could get some quickly. The lady said that it would take
at least two to three days to get some delivered but that her son had
plenty that they could share, that is, if we were the same size.”
By now Kenny was almost positive Larry’s mom had been talking to Artie’s
mom. If that were true then Artie’s diapers would definitely fit Larry.
While Kenny was becoming increasingly excited by this revelation, he
didn’t want to admit to Larry that he knew the Halsteds. (Once he did
that it wouldn’t take his friends long to figure out that he was wearing
diapers because he wanted to, not because he needed to.)
“So, now what? Are you grounded? Do you have to wear diapers all the
time at home?” Kenny prompted.
“No, I’m not grounded. And, no, I don’t have to wear diapers all the
time at home. I have to wear diapers all the time- period.”
It was almost time for school to start.
“I have to drop my extra diapers and plastic off at Mrs. Appleton’s
office before the bell rings,” Larry announced.
The rest of the day was anything but typical. Word had spread about
Brick being in diapers. He was teased and taunted mercilessly. Now that
everybody knew, the sound of his crinkling disposable was obvious to
everyone’s ears. The teachers tried to mitigate the teasing as much as
possible but there was no way they could stop it completely.
Brick’s unfortunate predicament did have a fortunate side effect for
Larry. At morning break no one noticed when he and Kenny went to Mrs.
Appleton to get their diapers changed. (If Mrs. Appleton had any opinion
concerning this sudden rash of boys in diapers she didn’t share it with
Kenny or Larry.)
By lunchtime things had quieted down. The guys were pretty much left to
“Can I ask what happened when you went home yesterday?” Kenny asked
Brick who blushed at the mention of his public pants wetting.
“Yeah, I guess so,” he said pausing to gather his thoughts. “When I got
home my mom wouldn’t let me into the house. She made take all my clothes
off on the porch. She came outside with a washcloth and cleaned me up
before she let me in. Then, she even let my brother watch as I got a new
diaper put on. He laughed at me all night and my parents didn’t do
anything to stop him. Today, he says that he’s invited a bunch of his
friends over so they can see me in my diaper. I wish I could stay in my
room but my mom says that she needs to ‘keep an eye on me’ all the time.”
Kenny and Larry sympathized with him for a few moments.
“I’m going to let other people know that I’m wearing diapers full time,
too,” Kenny announced. “I was already going to tell people next week
when track practice begins, anyway. One week won’t matter.”
“Do you really think you should. I mean, today?” Brick
“Sure, why not? Everybody’s already buzzing about this. May as well get
it over with all at once.”
Larry had remained conspicuously silent.
“I don’t want people to find out about my diapers right away,”
he thought, “but if Kenny and I do it together maybe it will make it
“I think Kenny’s right,” Larry said out loud. “I don’t mind doing it
today. People are going to find out sooner or later.”
“So, how do you plan on doing that?” Brick wondered aloud.
“I’m not sure. But we’ll think of something. Won’t we?” Kenny asked
“Yeah, we’ll think of something,” Larry agreed uncertainly.
As it happened, an opportunity arose just a few minutes later when a
group of guys approached Brick to taunt him some more.
“Is baby comfortable?” one boy asked.
“Yeah, we wouldn’t want baby crying during class because his didee was
wet,” the second boy jeered.
“Cut the crap,” Kenny said curtly.
“Oooh, is Kenny babysitting today? You’d better make sure that baby is
dry, don’t you think?” the first boy taunted.
“You guys are so stupid. You know, there are lots of guys who wear
diapers, for all kinds of reasons. Like me, for instance,” he said
lifting his shirt.
The group was surprised into silence. Larry took the opportunity to
press the point home.
“Kenny’s right. Things happen all the time. Who knows who’s going to be
next to be wearing diapers? Maybe it will be you.”
Larry punctuated this statement by lifting his shirt so that everyone
got a good look at his plastic pants and diaper. That did it. The group
practically ran over each other to get away from them, almost as if they
were carrying the plague.
News of this spread through the school faster than a bolt of lightning.
Suddenly, people started ‘remembering’ all sorts of things. Wasn’t it
true that Kenny had been seen around Mrs. Appleton’s office a lot since
spring break? And weren’t Larry and Brick seen there, too? And what
about the story of Kenny falling into the river? What if he caught some
kind of virus? Did Larry and Brick ‘catch’ something from him? Gossip
was no longer being passed in an atmosphere of taunting; now there was
genuine worry that something might really be wrong.
Kenny sensed the danger in letting this go too far. If adults heard
about it, there might be some serious investigation and he didn’t want
his dirty laundry (or in this case, his dirty diapers) laundered
When Kenny was asked by one of the girls if there was anything seriously
wrong he assured her there wasn’t.
“Besides,” he emphasized, “Mrs. Appleton sees me at least three times a
day. If she isn’t worried, why should anybody else be?”
This seemed to do the trick. The rumors about viruses and ‘catchy’
diseases died almost immediately.
Nonetheless, lots of opinions abounded. Some people (especially guys)
didn’t have any sympathy for Kenny, Brick, or Larry. They wanted to
continue teasing them and making them feel uncomfortable. Others (mostly
people who already liked the three boys) wanted to give them a break, to
more or less ignore the whole thing and hope that the diapers went away
soon. The last group (the largest) agreed with whoever had expressed the
last opinion. All in all, the boys thought that they had escaped fairly
well, so far anyway.
The boys knew that the situation could change very rapidly, though.
There was still the matter of what Matt would say. Which ‘camp’ would he
be in? He was an influential person in their class; his opinion would
carry a lot of weight.
Unfortunately (or, fortunately, depending on how you looked at it) Matt
was absent from school again. Besides his frequent tardiness, this was
another mystery about Matt. Even though he seemed to be in good health
he missed at least two or three school days every month. While it didn’t
seem to hurt his schoolwork at all, he would never discuss the reasons
why he was absent.
They guys would just have to wait one more day to find out where Matt