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I'll jump on the Pampers train. But I'll be very specific - Pampers Phases Baby-Dry for Girls (circa 1995). I'm not even a sissy per se - I certainly don't run away from pink or girly things - but when I was an older kid I was able to get my hands on a few of these in the largest size they had and they fit perfectly. I will fondly remember how well they fit. I only wore two of these, yet I still think of them vividly as the best diaper I ever wore. And the pink felt right.
I write a secret diaper memoir journal to capture all my stories from growing up - this episode is where this particular diaper came into play. Hopefully someone might fine this tale interesting:
I write a secret diaper memoir journal to capture all my stories from growing up - this episode is where this particular diaper came into play. Hopefully someone might fine this tale interesting:
This particular "flavor" of story happened many times over a few years - but this particular one is the standout favorite. It also introduces the church nursery as a reoccurring scene. Since my mother did daycare professionally - and at the time the church paid nursery help - my mother lead a nursery room based on the age of my youngest sister. She basically followed her as she grew until she was old enough to be out of nursery.
The one room I remember the most was on the second floor of the church - near the end of the hall. But the room wasn't really the most important part - it was the supply room a few doors down. On Wednesday nights there were fewer kids than Sunday morning so many of the adjoining rooms would be unused. I would meander to explore the various rooms with no one in them - and then I found this room - and within - the motherload.
Given that parents needed to provide diapers for their kids some would be left behind without being claimed - these diapers would be stored in plastic laundry baskets to supplement when someone either didn't have enough diapers or forgot. They were organized by size - so here I was with a large supply of diapers that were abandoned.
I saw this before a service and it's all I could think about during...which is sad...but true. I kept plotting in my mind how I could get into that room undetected and snag a few. So after the service - while parents were still picking up their kids - I made my way through darkened rooms and quietly slipped into the supply room. I found the largest size available and squirreled a couple diapers in the waistband of my pants - and ducked out as quickly as I could.
Of course I could absolutely not wait to put one of these on. I got the adjoining classroom which was dark but there was a bit of light coming in from the room my mother was in. I got into the classroom area with half wall and dropped my pants. I spread out a big, pink diaper - which I believe was Pampers. It stretched wide open and I couldn't believe that it was a perfect fit. I wasn't just able to "get" the tabs to touch - but they actually hit the landing strip. I was a skinny kid - and this was absolutely heaven.
I was elated - so happy to be in an actual diaper that fit me. It gets a little foggy after this - but I believe I used the diaper a few times - until almost bursting. I then ran to the bathroom to change my diaper. I got into a stall - and luckily no one else was in this particular bathroom - I moved quickly. I actually liked having a little pink diaper - I'm no sissy - but the change in role aspect comes out.
I removed the very wet diaper and taped it around itself like I had seen done so many times - and then proceeded to put the second pink pampers on with excitement and ease. Again it was a perfect fit. I managed to finish all of this before someone walked in and easily threw the diaper away in the trash can - where it wouldn't have stood out anyway.
I remember wearing that diaper home and sleeping on the couch with it on trying to get the very most out of it - I used it late at night and disposed of it due to fear of being caught. I tossed it under the sink where the garbage was - careful to bury it under other trash. I never heard anything about it. I regret not savoring it more and/or grabbing more diapers. This is another place where if I had been honest with my mother she may have let me take a few more or taken some for me - knowing she wouldn't have to wash them...but I was too chicken.
I still think of that diaper regularly - as it was one of the best diaper memories I have.
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