One more recollection, though it wasn’t my sibling so don’t know if that counts...
When I was about eight or nine I went to a friend’s house to play after school and stay to tea.
He had a two year old sister who was potty training. Pull-Ups existed at this time but (typical Brits) the Mum either hadn’t heard of them or chose not to use them.
The girl was just in normal knickers and a red t-shirt.
She seemed to wet herself very frequently and always became distressed when she did, though the mother wasn’t angry or anything like that “oh dear, never mind, let’s try again” and put on fresh knickers every time it happened. Eventually the knickers ran out (I think the mother had a pack of about four or five) and she just went around bare (but still had further wetting accidents.
When the Dad came in from work he was slightly surprised about the fact that his daughter had nothing on her bottom with company in the house. He said something like “would you mind dressing for the occasion, young lady?” in a light hearted way. The mother replied “I have been putting pants on but she just wets them”.
I don’t know what happened next as my friend and I were busy playing, but when she next appeared she had a nappy on.
I realised that here was the opportunity to pinch a nappy for some fun later. I didn’t mind (and to this day don’t mind) that it was a girl nappy. I was an expert at “borrowing” nappies by now.
Just before we left, and had my coat on, I asked to use the toilet, which was upstairs. There were no nappies in the bathroom so I quickly nipped into the sister’s room and spotted the pack of nappies under her bed. They were “Huggies Ultra Thin from Kleenex” for girls, which were new to the UK at that time.
I grabbed one and stuffed it under my clothes in my armpit. I was just in the nick
of time as the mother shouted upstairs “are you OK?” and I dashed out and down the stairs.
When I got home I dashed straight up to my room and hid the nappy down the side of my bed. That night...oh bliss!
After I had got into bed and pulled the covers over, I slowly got the nappy and opened it out. I took my pyjama bottoms off and slipped the nappy on. It only just fit- I remember the tapes were more or less at the side rather than the front so if I’d been any bigger it wouldn’t have fit. The nappy did not come over my belly button either but fit like a pair of briefs.
These nappies were definitely much thinner but also stiffer than the ones I had been used to pinching, which were usually Pampers or own-brand. They were still plastic backed at this time.
I did my wee in it, which I had been “saving” for the nappy. Perhaps because it was quite tight, or perhaps because the SAP content was higher than most nappies, instead of getting the usual sensation of hot wee flowing down my bottom and pooling in the seat of the nappy, the warmth spread around the front and the nappy swelled up. It was different, but still wonderful. It didn’t leak either.
As I usually did in those days, I took it off not long after I had finished weeing in it.
I looked at the yellowed padding and girl themed waistband and once more the usual “why on earth do you like doing this?” question entered my head.
I screwed it up and put it back down the side of my bed. The disconcerting thing is, I cannot remember disposing of it. I hope to goodness that I did manage to sneak it out as I usually did. If my parents did find it they certainly never said anything.
With the dolls nappies. Interesting
