This is a true story with some embellishments. I was playing at my friend Brad’s house one Saturday afternoon a long time ago. We both had bedwetting issues at night. His mother made him wear Pampers, while mine did not. He asked me if I wanted to sleep over. I said yes. His mom them called my mom to ask if it was OK. I heard her talking in the kitchen on the phone. Evidently my mother informed her that I still occasionally wet the bed, but did not wear diapers, because I could here his mom say that Brad did and that she would take care of everything.
That night, after dinner, Brad’s mom said that it was time for a bath. We both went upstairs and his mother followed. After the bath, his mother left the bathroom and came back with two Pampers diapers and some baby powder. Brad asked why she had two diapers. She looked at me and said that my mom told her about my problem and that wouldn’t it be better if I was diapered instead of waking up wet and cold.
Brad started to laugh, calling me a baby until his mom scolded him. I protested, saying that I wasn’t a baby and that my mom would be mad if she made me wear a diaper. She said that my mom said it was OK and that she had long thought about putting me back in diapers at night. This is true since she would always tell me if I wet one more time, she would buy me Pampers.
Anyway, Brad’s mother got me out of the tub first. After drying me off with a big fluffy towel, she asked me to lay down on the ground. This I did, while looking up at Brad, who was smirking down at me. She asked me to lift my legs as she slid the Pamper under me. I smelled the sweet scent of the diaper and heard the loud crinkling (this was the 1970’s). I put my legs back down and spread them wide. She sprinkled a healthy amount of baby powder on me. Then she pulled the diaper up snug between my legs and fastened the tapes tightly. I was now hopelessly diapered for the first time since I was a baby. She headed me on with my PJ tops and shooed me into the bedroom so that she could diaper Brad for bed.
She helped my into bed, pulled the covers up and read us a bedtime story. She kissed us both on the forehead and left the room. I fell asleep. Later that night, I was awoken by Brad’s mother. She had come into the room to check on us. She pulled back the covers and felt my diaper. Noticing I was wet (and not the bed), she changed my diaper. I went back to sleep. When I got home, my mother and I went to the store. On the way there, she said that she spoke with Brad’s mom and asked how I liked wearing a diaper to bed. Somewhat ashamed, but secretly excited, I said that it was better than waking up in a wet bed. She asked if it would be OK if I continued wearing diapers for a while. It didn’t mean I was a baby, just that I had a small issue. I said I thought it would be OK, as long as nobody knew (except for Brad, of course). Once we got to the store, we went directly to the diaper aisle and she bought the largest package of Pampers there were and some baby powder. And that is the story of how I got diapered again.