My name is Alex, I am 14 years old, and around 5’3’’ and 100 pounds, and this is the story of me moving to a new place.
“Alex, can you come through here please” called out Alex’s mom
“Ok, coming” I replied, putting My phone down, and walking through to the living room. I walked in to see his 12 year old sister on the couch across from his parents.
“Your dad and I have something to tell both of you” said Alex’s mom
“We’re moving” said Alex’s dad
This surprised me, my parents hadn’t even mentioned the possibility of moving before, and all of a sudden they’re moving
“But I don’t want to move” cried Alex’s sister Lola
“I know you don’t want to sweetheart, but it is happening” replied Alex’s mom
“Where are we moving to?” I asked
“A place just off the coast of Florida. It is a small island of a 10 or so hundred people. We will tell you more about it individually” said Alex’s mom. “We are leaving in a week so this week you say goodbye to all of your friends and on Sunday next week we fly to Miami and get on the boat that takes us there”.
I stormed out and went to my room. I don’t want to move to a new home, I like it here. I have all my friends, and I don’t want to move to a new school. I lay down on my bed and started to fall asleep, and I was glad, cause it was going to be hard saying goodbye to all my friends, so I didn’t wanna do that with a small amount of sleep.
LATER THAT WEEK
“Mom, We’re home!” I called out as I walked in with Lola
“Hi Alex, Hi Lola. Can you come through here please Alex, I want to talk to you about where we are moving to” said Alex’s mom
I went through and my mom told me about where we are moving to. It was a place called Diaper Island. When I heard that I freaked out. I was 14, that is too old to be wearing diapers to bed, yet alone during the day. She explained that she and my dad were both AB/DLs. She explained to me what that meant, and that when we were there they would explain to us that it isn’t a place too different to where we currently live, but I was sceptical. I mean, everyone there pees and poops themselves. It probably stinks there, and what if we refused to use our diapers. Do they have toilets there. Of course I didn’t ask these questions, and I just walked out and wished her luck in explaining that to Lola, who I knew would have a massive tantrum. She only got out of nighttime diapers last year, so to her, hearing that she would be put back in diapers would not be at all a fun topic.Of course, I was right about Lola having a massive tantrum, because that is exactly what happened. I went downstairs about 10 minutes after mom told Lola, and the place was a mess of pillows, blankets and all the stuff that had been in the bookshelves (books, magazines and dvd cases). It looked like a crime scene
Over the next few days at my school, I said my goodbyes to all of my friends and teachers, and on Saturday, we all spent the day packing, with Lola and I doing so begrudgingly. By the end of the night, we had 2 suitcases of luggage each, as well as backpacks full of all of our little extras (phones, dvd’s, speakers, etc.) On Sunday morning, we left our house, with all the furniture being out on a shipping container which was going to arrive on the island a few days after we did. Luckily, all the house’s came furnished with beds so we just put the ones we owned into a storage locker. After we checked in at the airport and went through security, mom took Lola to one side to talk to her, and dad took me to aside and asked me a few questions about how I felt about moving and stuff like that. My reply was that I was not enthused what so ever. Then he dropped the bombshell
“Can you put on a pull-up for the flight there, I don’t want people to look at us all weird when we arrive on the island.” He asked
“No. There is no way in hell I’m gonna do that, and as for people looking at us all weird, people will look at us weird all through the flight, and when transferring from the airport to the boat terminal” I replied with anger. Surprisingly, Lola didn’t say no, and mom took her to the disabled bathroom to put her in a pull-up.
Once we were on the plane, I was sitting next to Lola, and mom and dad were in front of us, and they were talking about something, I don’t quite remember what it was.
I turned to Lola and asked her the one question that had been on my mind all afternoon. “Why did you say yes to mom when she asked if you wanted to wear a diaper. I saw that you freaked out the other day when she told you about this place.”
“Alex, there is no point in fighting it, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed that yet, I mean seriously, do you think they are gonna just change their mind. We are flying there now. Also, the diapers are quite handy, I mean you have to use the awful plane bathrooms, I get to just sit here and pray it doesn’t leak or smell.”
She was right I guess, but still, I couldn’t bring myself to wear a diaper.
“Don’t you think you are too old to be wearing a diaper at all. Serious Lola, you are almost 13 years old”
“I was wearing diapers to bed just last year, and I didn’t mind how they felt. Matter of fact, I actually liked how they felt. Towards the end of the time I spent in diapers, there were mornings where I would wake up a while before mum would come and get me. In that time, if I had to pee, I would do it in the diaper. She only took me out of them because one morning she walked in and saw me peeing into the diaper while I was awake and on my iPod. If that hadn’t happened I would probably still be in diapers overnight. Just think about Alex, ok. Mom and dad aren’t gonna change their mind.”
“But when mom told you about how we were going to a place where everyone wore diapers, you had a tantrum didn’t you. And when we were packing, you looked really angry, like you didn’t want to go”
“I only had a tantrum because mom said I couldn’t have any friends over to have a goodbye party. I really wanted one. I was fine about the diapers. That’s why I was really angry when packing my bags. Also, when we were packing did you see me pack any underwear at all.”
“That’s because I threw them out. Every single pair” Lola said
“But what are you going to do with the undies you wore to the airport?” I asked
“Alex, I didn’t wear any undies to the airport, I wore a pull-up. Mum had seen that I had wet, and was asking whether I was gonna need to use it again, or whether she should change me straight away. I just told her that I didn’t need to pee again, and that I wouldn’t need to poop for a while. This is my 3rd diaper today. I wet one overnight and in the morning before we left, and one in the airport”
“Whatever, wierdo” I said
The plane landed, we gathered our bags, and went to the cruise terminal. In that time, it was obvious that Lola had peed in her diaper, so she mom changed her, and in the meantime, she also changed herself and dad. Was I seriously the only person in my family not wearing a diaper. On this island, was I gonna be the only one not wearing diapers.