When I was around 5-6, I was unusually confident and vocal about the fact that I liked diapers. I had a friend, Josh, who was the same age as me who showed me that he had a little stash of several diapers of his own, presumably left over from when he was a baby, kept in his dresser drawer. They were a secret from his parents— I remember him telling me that when he heard his mom coming, he would just put them away really quickly. I think we may have tried them on briefly together in his room, but we didn’t use them and nothing came of it.
A year or two passed, and we no longer went to the same school but were still friends. We would talk about diapers from time to time, and eventually we came up with plans to take a couple of Little Swimmers I had stashed at home and wet them together. One day, when he came over to play, we hid them under our shirts and went across the street to a park. When we were alone, we watched each other wet them one at a time, and threw them into a big field of kudzu. My father came by shortly to pick us up, and the day ended uneventfully.
A couple weeks later, I was eating dinner with my parents when we got a call on the phone. My mother’s tone soon became furious and tearful at once, and I quickly deduced that it was my friend’s mom on the phone, telling her everything. My own parents had caught me with a bunch of my own used diapers a couple months previously; while that’s another story, suffice to say that it was really ugly and I was still in hot water. The rest of the night consisted of my parents screaming at me and crying in disgust, all while interrogating me to get to the bottom of whose idea the whole thing was. (My friend’s mother had apparently said that “her Josh didn’t do things like that,” and given that I had been caught before, my mom was inclined to believe her.) I’ll never know how they found out, or why Josh presumably ratted me out.
Of course, I was grounded again. I was about to turn 8; thankfully, my parents didn’t cancel my party, nor did they rescind Josh’s invitation. However, that was the last time I ever got to see him.
I wonder about him relatively often these days; to be honest, I can’t imagine that he didn’t grow up to be a diaper lover. If he did, I hope his mom ultimately grew to be more understanding than my own ever was.