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01-04-2008
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“Chapter Nine, The Confirmed Diaper-Lover”
“This was one of the most incredible things I have ever discovered” I thought. I mean… there I was, sitting on the computer, at 2AM after a mere 5 hours of sleep total in past day. And I was looking at something that I still could not believe. I read, and read all that I could. This website, after some heavy looking… it featured a “what-is” section, explaining what these “teen babies and diaper lovers” were, exactly. The explanation made me gasp in astonishment. “A Diaper Lover is exactly what the name implies. A DL, for short, is one who wishes to wear diapers for emotional fulfillment, and/or a fetish. Many diaper lovers get this need or want around the age of puberty, but feelings can be present, and presented, at anytime during their life.” I couldn’t believe my eyes, still. Diaper Lovers!? There were others like me!? There were OTHER PEOPLE like me!? This was quite honestly the most incredible thing, to me. I mean… for the past two weeks I’ve been struggling on the inside, feeling so damn horrible for this weird thing I have… when there really are other people like me. I didn’t feel alone anymore. I didn’t feel like an outcast anymore. I didn’t feel… guilty… anymore. I continued to read more, and more. There was another kind of people that went along with these “diaper lovers”, too. “An Adult Baby is what the name implies, also. An AB, or TB (short for Teen Baby), for short, is one whom uses baby’s things and usually wishes to be regressed to a younger age, most likely the age of a baby, and often role play. Role playing can consist of using baby’s things, like pacifiers, diapers, baby bottles, bibs, bonnets, baby’s toys, etc. Another big part in the regression is the part of the caretaker, where they role play as either a mother or a father, to take care of the baby See also, infantilism (the advanced term for acting like a baby), and infantilist (the advanced term for one who performs infantilism).” This was remarkable. There was a community of people who actually like to act like a baby, on top of people who love to wear diapers! A big, huge smile slowly crept over my face as I continued to read about people who think are just like me. This website, it also featured a forum. There, hundreds of people, talking back and forth to each other about diapers. I was ecstatic to get in there, and get to know people… and find out more about “AB/DLs”… and about myself. But right before I hit the register button, on that webpage… I stopped myself. “Wait” I thought. “Maybe… maybe I should just look at these people… kind of absorb. I’m moving too fast…” I thought. So I clicked the register button… and made my username… and my password… and there I was, registered on a forum, for people who love diapers, just like me. I spent that whole night, reading other people’s posts about their experiences with diapers, and baby’s things, too. And before I knew it, it was 5 in the morning. The sun was slowly coming up, but as little as I wanted to… I had to go to bed. I yawned heavily and carried myself over to the bed… my head was filled with thoughts of diapers. I feel like I’m saying it a few times too many… but for once, I was laying there, thinking of diapers… and not feeling alone anymore. I felt like I had a place… I felt like I had a group of people that I could call friends, not that Brian, Seth, or Daniel weren’t. It was just quite possibly the most comfortable thing to have on your conscious at night, knowing that there is someone out there that shares your interests… and to have an entire community of people that does… --- “Hey there Aden” “Hi mommy!” I said contently. “You wanna come out of your cwib?” she said, talking babyish to me… I chuckled. “Uh huh!” I said, nodding my head vigorously. She giggled, reached in, and pulled me out of my crib, and gently placed me on me on the floor… on the soft, colorful rug. “Stand still Aden, for a second, okay?” she said with a giggle. I complied. She took her index finger, and took her shirt, and wrapped the shirt around her finger, and pulled on it… in the motion where you want to really dry it off. I knew what she was doing, she’s done it to me a bunch of times… Next she took her dry finger, and stuck it down the front of my diaper… “Hmm… you’re dry again!” she said. “You’re getting big!” she said. She thought for a moment, handed me some toys, and left the room for a moment… --- I don’t know how long it had been, but in a few moments, she came back in with a big smile. “Now Aden, listen to mommy” she said. “Be a good boy, and… come sit down here” she said, sitting down on the floor. “…okay mommy” I said, waddling over to her. “You want to be a big boy?” “Yeah mommy!” I said with enthusiasm. I kind of looked around my surroundings, out of curiosity and saw myself, standing there in front of my mom. I was standing there; in my room… it was my colorful, bright room. I had colors all over the place, on the walls, all over the furniture… “You want to be a big boy?” my mom said to me, once more. “Uh huh” I said vigorously. I turned my head and saw my crib… and my changing table. There were baby things all over the place… pacifiers, bottles, diapers, and just random paraphernalia. “I want to be a big boy” I said. “Well then we need to get you out of those diapers” she said to me. “But I don’t want to…” I said. “Do you want to be a big boy?” she asked once again. “Yeah…” I said happily… “Then we need to get you out of those baby diapers and put you into big boy underwear!” she said gleefully. “But I don’t wanna…” I said again… “Now Aden… you have to go into big boy pants sometime…” she said to me. “Nah… I can wear my diapees forever!” I said. She giggled, but put her hands on my small shoulders… “Aden… you’re getting too old for diapers! You’re becoming a big boy, and you don’t need your diapers anymore! You have to use the potty now” she said. “But I don’t wanna use the potty” I said. “How come?” she asked. “I dunno…” I said. She giggled once more… “C’mon…” she said, picking me up, and carrying me out of the room… --- Suddenly, right there, I woke up… but not from my dream. Something had woken me up, because I was wide awake… not slowly opening my eyes. I didn’t know what it was though. But my mind knew something had woken me up… *knock* *knock* *knock* I heard, on the door. “uh… hello?” I asked, sighing with relief… something in my head was panicking from just waking up like that. “Are you up?” I heard my mom say from behind the door. I kind of sighed into my pillow… “…yeah…” I moaned. “Okay, just checking” she said… I slowly let out a soft sigh… “Well, into the kitchen. I’ll make you some lunch” she said. “I’ll be right there” I said. I moaned again, and sat up on the side of the bed. My room was bright now: the sun had risen considerably. It looked to be about noon… but I double checked by looking on the clock on my computer. I was right; it was “12:23”. I slowly made my way out of my room after that, and kind of hovered down the hall, and into the kitchen. My mom was standing in front of the windows, which made it difficult to see her. My eyes were unadjusted to the light, so all I could see was my mom’s silhouette. “Here, I’ll make you a sandwich” she said, pulling a chair out. I sat down in the chair, and just awaited my meal. “So we didn’t get to talk at all about your night last night with your new friends” she said. “Well… not much happened… I just played videogames. Me and Brian talked a bit after everyone was asleep… but yeah, that’s about it…” I said. “Oh. Well, as long as you had a good time” she said. “I did” I assured. “Good… here’s your sandwich” she said, putting a plate in front of me. It of course had a sandwich, which had my preferred stuff in it… ham, cheese, and brown mustard. “Thanks” I said. “Here have some milk, too” she said, giving me a glass of milk. “Thanks” I said again. She and I continued to talk, which was honestly for the first time in a long while. And it was good, for a long while. But the after about an hour, we kind of split our ways again, and I went up to room, and she went to hers, to continue paperwork and unpacking. --- When I finally made it back to my room… I immediately when back to my computer, digging through the website I was on last night. I continued ready people’s posts, just looking at what most of these ‘teen babies, and diaper lovers’ talked about. But, at one point, I noticed a few posts that were enticing… that kind of got me in the mood to do the same. Introductory posts, about a few of these people introducing themselves, new to the forums. I thought about it… and then figured what the hell. I clicked the ‘new topic’ button, and began to type about myself. I began to remember things that other people had posted about themselves… usually age, location, and something interesting about themselves. I typed it all out, and in the end, it looked like this: “Hi, my name is Aden… I am 13. I just recently realized that there were other people that were like me, when I discovered this forum. I haven’t been a diaper lover for very long… about two weeks to be specific. It might sound strange, but I put a diaper on as a dare from my friends… and since then I have been kind of dealing with these weird feelings. I looked up on the internet about why I would love diapers… and I found out about TB/DLs. I hope to make a few friends that share my same interests… so if any of you want to talk to me, please e-mail or instant message me… my contact stuff is below. Thanks everyone ” That was basically it. I was nervous to click the ‘post topic’ button, but eventually I did. After I saw that my post was on there… I was eager to continue looking at more posts and read more about what people like me do… but suddenly, I heard the phone ring, and eventually, my mom called for me to pick it up. --- “Hello?” I asked, completely not sure who it was. “Hey” I heard… it was Seth. “Oh, hey.” I said. “Not much man… I was just curious if you wanted to come over. Me and you could hang out” I heard him invite. I thought about it for a moment… “Sure, alright” I said. “Cool, you remember my address, right?” he asked. “13 Eikram Street?” I asked. “Yup. You know how to get here, right?” I was asked. ‘Well… honestly no.” I said. I heard him chuckle a bit… I let him explain to me the directions… he was within walking distance, and it was only a few streets over. After he did, I thanked him, and told him I’d be over in a couple, and I hung up the phone. As I was getting dressed though… before I put on my boxers and my pants, I was just kind of standing there naked… I reached down to get my pants, and it was there that I thought of it. “…what if I wore a diaper today?” I wondered. “People seem to do it a lot, on the forums… I should, too…” I thought. I pondered about it for a few moments… and then decided to. “It’ll be a bit of an experiment…” I thought. I took a diaper from my hiding spot, and laid myself down on the bed. I put a diaper on, thinking and feeling like I was doing a daring mission. I felt like I was kind of living on the edge as I taped it up, and finally, put my boxers and pants on over it. --- I was walking down the street, making sure to follow the instructions Seth had given me a few minutes ago. Half of my mind, however, wasn’t focused on making sure I got to my target destination. Half of my mind (the main half), was thinking about the diaper I had on, right now, in the public. “This is kind of COOL” I thought with a smile as I walked down the road. I mean, it really was an exhilarating experience, to be walking down the street in a DIAPER, and have no one know. I walked by a few people, and I was nervous at first… but no one really noticed at all. I was walking in the public, with a diaper… and only I knew that. “Hmmm… 13 Eikram Street…” I remembered, as I walked to an intersection Seth said I would come to. I saw the street sign, and began walking down the road that the sign said Eikram was. It was a real nice street, that was for sure. All level yards, nice and shady from the trees in everyone’s yards… Real, real nice suburban road. The whole neighborhood was like it, but this was one of the exceptionally nicer roads. I came up to what said to be number 13 on the street. It was a large red brick house, and was like two levels high. I felt actually really welcome by looking at it. It was so clean… so I walked up to the porch (with a bit of a crinkle from the diaper), and rung the doorbell. And soon enough, I saw Seth open the door, and stand before me. “Hey Aden” he said with a smile. “Hey Seth” I said. “Come on in man, I’ll show you around” he said to me. --- He showed me around his house, which was as nice inside as it looked outside, and we were now sitting in his room. “So what do you want to do?” he asked me as laid back onto his bed. “I don’t know, what is there to do?” I asked. He contemplated for a bit (I could tell from the look of thought on his face). “Well, its sunny…” he said. “Yeah?” I replied. “So it’s a nice day. We could take advantage of this… or stay inside and play games” he said. He and I looked at each other at that point, and almost simultaneously said “games.” --- He and I were chatting, and having a really good time as we both played on his play station 2. But in time, I had to go to the bathroom. “Hey man, I’ve got to use your bathroom” I said, as I felt the need to pee. “Oh, okay. You remember where it is?” he asked, since he had given me the tour earlier. “Yeah” I said. I walked out of his room, and walked through his house, and into the bathroom. I shut the door, and then pulled down my pants, standing in front of the toilet. But I was quick to remember something that I hadn’t thought of before. I was still wearing the diaper. “I’ll just take this off” I thought. But then I remembered how loud the tapes were when they were taken off. And then I thought about what if the tapes didn’t go back on… then I’d be trapped with a diaper that I couldn’t hide by putting it on. “Damn it” I thought. The need to pee was growing at every moment, until it was very apparent that I urgently had to go. I looked down at my diaper, and knew it was I had to do. I thought of what some of the people on the forum were talking about, when they too were wetting their diapers (which was apparently a very common thing). I looked around and knew there was no other way. I didn’t want to, but I had to… to pee in my diaper. “Okay Aden” I thought to myself. “Remember what everyone else was saying on that forum… relax, and keep calm” I thought to myself. I looked over the toilet, put both of my arms on the top, and leaned on it, and shut my eyes… imagining I was trying to pee in a toilet, like normal. I was relaxing my muscles, but there was nothing coming out. I simply knew it all too well that I was going to practically wet my pants, and something in my head was simply not letting it go yet. I tried to push it out there, with all of my might… but no success. It was after a few minutes that I kind of got into the moment of things. “Come on Aden… relax” I thought to myself. I began to control my breathing, closed my eyes, still imaging I was peeing into a toilet, like normal. I kind of got myself into a peaceful state of mind, trying to assure my mind that it was okay. And then, finally, after the effort. I felt a bit of pee come out. Adrenaline rush. “Come on” I thought. I relaxed and tried to control myself as much as I could. And it worked. After some more relaxation, I felt the spurt of pee, slowly transition into a steady stream of pee, until finally it was automatic. I could take my mind off of trying to pee and finally enjoy my accomplishment. And it was definitely, enjoyable. I kind of moaned a bit at the sensation of my pee going into my diaper. It was, absolutely, one of the best feelings I had ever felt. It was such a warm sensation… like a glow that went in front of my penis, and kind of grew around everything. It went on my pubic area, and went and soaked below my balls… all a warm glow. Then after I was done, finally… I was left to the strange feeling of a squishy, warm diaper. I grew an erection automatically from the adrenaline rush, and the feelings of everything come together. I was now standing, in my squishy, warm diaper, with an erection… and left off feeling rather raunchy. And as much as I wanted to, I wasn’t going to, not here. Not now. I kind of forced myself not to begin to, so I quickly flushed the toilet to make it sound like I had done something there, I picked up my pants, buttoned and zipped them, and left the bathroom… a now “confirmed diaper lover”. --- It was weird to walk back into the room, with a wet diaper on. The diaper kind of inflated a little bit (a noticeable bit). But I dealt with it, and walked into Seth’s room, and sat down, which was weird too. But I liked it. No, in time, I loved it. The wet diaper… it was… it was really, really nice feeling. I had to wear it the remainder of the day, of course. I was only at Seth’s house for about an hour or two… but eventually, I left. I walked back to my house, now somewhat adjusted to the feeling of the wet squishy diaper. --- I let out a final sigh, and a bit of a grunt, trying to be as quiet as possible as I was lying on my bed… I held the front of my wet diaper in my hand, and was pressing it against my erection. I had just finished up. I laid there in the post-orgasmic feeling, as my body kind of laid in shock. I was lying in deep thought, thinking what could drive me to masturbate in a wet diaper, and enjoy it more (way more) than when I did normally. It wasn’t the guilt coming in, it was just curiosity. As I thought, I couldn’t reach any conclusion. I laid there a bit, letting my body kind of revive from the numbness that covered me. And then, I sat up, and went over to my computer. First thing first, was of course, to check my e-mail. I logged in, and to my surprise… someone had e-mailed me, from the forum I visit often. I eagerly opened the e-mail. “Hi I’m from TWLD, I love diapers too. I’m kind of new to this whole thing, too… So it’d be real cool if you and I could talk. So if you feel like it, please add me, okay?” Then, at the bottom of their e-mail, they had their AIM name. I leaned back in my chair and, I kind of felt touched that someone e-mailed me and wanted to talk to me. I felt very eager to add this person… so I rather impatiently added their screen name. And from there, I saw their name pop up in my buddy list. But to my dismay, it said they were marked away and were idle. I looked at the name, just kind of wishing they would come back. But then I came to my senses… and knew they had a life, like me, too. So I closed my buddy list, but kept my AIM up… and just kind of leaned back. I felt accomplished. I felt as though I had climbed a mountain. To think, someone just like me… to have a full conversation with them… is so close. I felt like I had conquered a mountain… I mean, I didn’t feel as though I had literally accomplished anything. It was a strange feeling; I couldn’t describe it if I seriously tried. |
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01-04-2008
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#12 (permalink) |
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“Chapter Ten, Spring Outro”
I yawned a bit… I was growing tired quickly. The was sun was beginning to set, and the temperature was beginning to cool a bit. I had spent my time since adding that kid, just browsing other websites that had people who liked diapers. I was incredibly enticed by one particular one… other than TWLD. It was website, and yes, it was themed with diapers. But, this one had a different kind of purpose. It didn’t have a forum, but the one thing it did have was a lot, A LOT of stories. Stories, all revolving around diapers, teen babies, and various topics that TB/DLs mainly talked about. I had spent a decent chunk of time reading some stories that were featured on this website. Some were really good… others weren’t. Some were short, some were long. Of course… I didn’t really mind. I felt good to know there were others like me. And it was at this point in time, when I thought… “Hmmm… maybe… maybe I should make a story!” It was a thought… So I cracked my fingers. I looked around, just out of habit. And then, I clicked open Notepad. I was staring at the empty, black digital page that I thought would soon be filled with words. But I was drawing up blank, and suddenly, right then and there, when I was contemplating for a short story… “Hello?” popped up in front of me. It was the kid IMing me! I vigorously launched forward and typed back “Hey” I said. “Hey” they typed back. “What’s up?” I asked. “nm, you?” they typed back. I was assuming ‘nm’ meant ‘Nothing much’ “Same. Tired, but awake.” I stated. “So I assume you’re the one I emailed…” they said. “Yes” I confirmed. “Cool… so are you alone?” they asked. I felt a bit uncomfortable stating I was alone… but I confirmed. “Yeah… why?” I asked, curious. “So we could talk about diaper stuff” he said. “Oh” I said, feeling a bit silly. “So you like them?” they asked me. “Yes, very” I replied. “Cool me to” they said. There was a bit of silence... “So A/S/L?” they asked. Now, I may not be the most net-familiar person in the world, but I did know what that meant… “13/M/USA” I typed back. “Wow, same… ” they typed back. “Cool” I typed back. “Are you a TB or DL?” he asked me. “Hmmm… I never really thought about that” I thought… “I don’t know. I am a DL right now, but I never thought about trying to be a TB. What are you?” I said. “I’m a TB” they said. “Oh! That’s cool. I assume you still love diapers though?” I asked. “Yup, of course” he replied. “So have you gotten any diapers??” they asked. “Yeah, I have only one left though…” I replied. “Oh, did you buy them?” they asked me. “No, I kind of took some of my friend” I said. “Your friend??” they asked again. “Yeah” I confirmed. “Is he a TB/DL?” they asked. “No, we were doing dares with them. They had a whole pack” I said. “Oh… and you say they ain’t into diapers like us?” he said. “Yeah… well…” I said. Suddenly it hit me… what if… what if Brian was one too? “I don’t know honestly. I never thought about it” I said. “Oh. Well, I mean… its none of my business and I might be wrong but its just weird for a kid to be using diapers for dares and not be into them…” he said. “Maybe that’s just my diaper-sense talking to me though… but yeah” they continued. I felt a bit dumb, for never thinking about it before. I mean, now that I really gave it some consideration… it IS rather strange… “So do your parents know?” they asked me. “No, my mom doesn’t know…” I said. “Oh. My mom and dad don’t know either” they replied. From there, we continued to have a conversation, not only about diapers, but about other things too. But in time, I realized that it was Sunday night. I was tired, and I had school in the morning. “Hey man” I said. “Yeah?” he replied. It had been about two hours of us chatting… “I’m tired… and I have school tomorrow. So I need to go to bed” I said. “Okay… its nearing my bed time, too, anyways” they replied. “Okay… well… I’ll talk to you tomorrow after school or something, okay?” I said. “Alright. See you then” they finished. Then after that, we both said our goodbyes and they logged off, leaving me alone once again, in the dark room… the only light was emitted from my monitor. I stood up, stretched and cracked some bones and joints… and then kind of fell forward onto my bed, lying there, still fully dressed. I was completely worn out, one hundred and ten percent. I guess having about ten hours of sleep in the last three days practically, would do that. So as I was laying there… thinking about how glad I was to finally have someone to talk to about diapers, and beginning to question Brian’s place as a normal kid or a diaper lover… I felt myself drift off. And of course, in time, I fell softly asleep in the darkness. --- BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. That was the annoying sound I woke up to, as my alarm clock whined loudly, knocking me from my slumber, and into reality. I, without opening my eyes, reached over and hit my alarm clock off, kind of from being so used to it. Once the beeping stopped, I kind of kept my eyes shut, as I slowly drifted into reality. As I was slowly waking up, I still was drowning in some strange thoughts. I had that dream again… that same recurring dream, where I am the age of an infant, talking to my mom, in my nursery, in my old house. It was stranger this time around, of course, like the dream had the tendency to do… It was more clear… more elaborate. Unfortunately though… the sun that was rising slowly signaled that it was time for me to get up and get ready for school, and not lay and contemplate. I forced myself to rise from my bed, and begin to get dressed. I turned on my ceiling light, got some pants, a shirt, socks and shoes, a backpack and supplies. Yawning, I lazily put all of them on. It was about ten minutes for me, since I move pretty slowly when I am supposed to do something shortly after waking up. But it was during the few minutes of me getting dressed that I looked down, and saw two diapers, both used in their own way. “Hmmm…” I thought. One was wet with urine… the other was a bit sticky. “That pee’d in one will be a problem… and I need to take care of this now” I thought. So I walked out of my room, and into the kitchen. It was only me, my mom was still asleep. I got my cereal bowl, cereal, milk, spoon, and set them all on the table. Then, I went under the sink, and got a trash bag out. “There” I thought, as I held the answer to my current problem in my hands. I cleaned the diapers up, and of course disposed of the garbage bag into the trash can quickly. This gave me a bit of less time to eat and get my stuff together, but I managed. The sun had completely risen by the time I left, like it normally did. I walked to my bus stop, and like any other day, the bus came by, and took me to the first day of the last week of school before the beginning of my summer vacation. --- “Hey Aden” I heard from Brian as I was walking to lunch. People flooded the halls and it was a wonder how Brian continues to find me each time… “Hey” I said, suddenly remembering everything from the conversation my friend online and I had yesterday… about the possibility of Brian being a lover of diapers. I continued to ponder that on the inside, but act completely normal on the outside as I talked with him. But eventually, the curiosity began to kill me… because the thoughts of having a kid just like me, in PERSON… seemed surreal. “So did you have a good time last sleep over?” Brian asked me, as I was buying my lunch. “Yeah man, the whole night was awesome” I said honestly. He and I kind of remembered everything for a moment… the whole diapered dares and stuff kind of flashed back to me, making me question Brian’s alignment as a normal kid or a TB/DL… We sat down, at the table Seth and Brian always sat at supposedly. Seth was sitting there already… he and I made a friendly gesture to each other as we kind of got closer, as I walked towards the table. I sat down, as did Brian. And all three of us kind of had a good, friendly conversation… as much as I wanted to ask Brian about being a diaper lover. I, however… was biting my tongue, since Seth was here. But, however… to my luck… “I’ve got to go to the bathroom” Seth said. “Alright” Brian and I said, as Seth rose from his seat, and out of the cafeteria. I knew this was time to make my move… but I wasn’t going to go all out. “Brian… I have a question for you” I said. “Yeah?” he responded. “Well… you know how… well… you know how there were diapers at your house, in yours and Daniel’s room… and you say you do just dares with them…” I slowly said, making sure to keep the whole sentence under my breath, so no one around could hear it. “…yeah…” Brian said, somewhat unsure of what it all was about… my asking I mean. “Well… do you really… do just dares with them?” I asked. “…what are you saying?” he asked. “Well, I mean… do you do more with them than just dares?” I asked, pretty much rewording my previous question. “I don’t really understand… you asking if I wear them because I need to or something.” Brian asked. “No, no… I mean like… you seem to have a good time with them, when we were wearing them at your sleep over you seemed… I don’t know… you just seem pretty overzealous about wearing them and stuff. I was just wondering if you liked to wear them” I said, pretty much getting the cat out of the bag. Brian starred at me for a bit, blankly… but at the same time, you could tell there was some thought going on in that head of his. He looked a bit puzzled… “Nope… I only bought them for you to wear at the sleepover, the first night you came over.” He said… I felt pretty disappointed. It felt as though my dream of having a best friend, and diaper buddy were shattered. Sure, I could still do dares with him… but it wasn’t the same. “Oh… okay” I said. “Why? Do… YOU have fun with them more than just doing the dares?” he asked, counter-questioning my original question. “No!” I said, almost immediately. I responded so fast, I don’t even think he closed his jaw after saying “dares”. I felt silly for doing it so quickly… but it was automatic. He looked at me for a bit… “Okay” he said, understandably. But as I looked at him… he too seemed to have just a small, just the tiniest bit… of disappointment, too. It was either in my head, or it was real. I couldn’t tell… But before I could make further examination… I saw Seth coming back. When he sat down… Brian and I completely ignored the conversation, and acted as though it never existed. --- And that’s how it was. I was alone. Yes, I was alone. This came to me like a ton of bricks… I was the only kid in the entire school, most likely, that liked diapers the way I do. Wait, not just this school, either. I might have been the only kid in the whole city who liked diapers. I was completely alone… again. It was a different kind of loneliness that I was now experiencing. This is what I was thinking about as I was on the bus ride home, back to my house. The school day was over finally, and this was the first time I could really think. Sure, I had a friend online who I planned to talk to soon. And there is a whole community of adult babies, teen babies, and diaper lovers of all ages that were kind of, in a sense, there with open arms for me, and that was damn great to know. But Brian said he wasn’t into diapers… this is what he said. But something deep down inside me told me he was lying. But I was definitely not going to ask him again about it. I didn’t want to put myself out into the open any more than I already have to him. He was a friend, and a great one. So was Seth. They were the two best friends I could’ve ever had the fortune to meet in a new town like this. But they weren’t a diaper lover… which was still a bit of a disappointment. But I didn’t cry about it, since it wasn’t exactly a surprise. All I could do to possibly see if Brian really was one, was check for signs. But considering how I’m new to the whole thing… I didn’t know what to look for. “**** it” I thought. I still had a week of school left at that time. I was going to just ride it out from there… I was going to get through the final week of school, before I did anything new with myself as a TB/DL. After all… I was a new diaper lover in the whole community. I needed to… take a break from diapers. So I did. That week, I did nothing with the final diaper I had in my possession still. It simply sat alone, in the darkness of my hiding spot. There was something motivating that came over me that week. I felt obligated to take a break, until Friday, which was my last day. And I did, like I said. On that last day of school, though… I knew my break was over. I knew that school had ended, and now, I had nothing to worry about but my friends, my life, and my diapers… for three months, it was up to me to take things into my own hands. As that school day ended, and summer vacation officially began… I starred at the sun set, from my bedroom window. I had that last diaper in hand… and thought everything that awaited me. Summers were meant for change… and I felt change coming. I felt a lot of change waiting for me in the months ahead. “Damn… this is going to be one hell of a summer” I thought. |
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