The Trying Policy

EDIT 8/20/14 - Story is complete.

A few words in advance….

This story is my own work, but it is based off some other stories I have read and enjoyed over the years.

I have a lot of stuff already written, but the story is not currently finished. I have meant to finish it, I have wanted to finish it, and I have even tried to finish it. But life always seems to get in the way. I’m hoping that maybe by posting it here, I will get up the motivation to finally see it to the end.

I suspect I have a number of formatting errors and stuff of that nature. I’m not particular;y strong when it comes to that kind of stuff.

Parts of this story have been posted on a webpage that I own. What I am posting here is both updated, edited, and at times, totally new and never before seen.

Thanks, and hope folks enjoy.

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The store was unlike anything Julie had ever seen. About the size of a small boutique, this place housed not clothes, but aisles and aisles of diapers. There was a disposable section, a cloth diaper section, a section of plastic pants, and even a section of odds and ends, like baby powder and changing pads. Soft music played in the background, and there were a few customers here and there, all buying diapers of various sizes. Julie turned to see a display with children and adult size models, not babies, wearing different style diapers or plastic pants of various colors and prints. ‘Where the heck am I? What on earth am I doing here’? Julie wondered to herself.

As if out of magic, and to Julie’s shock, here mom was there too, right next to her in fact. She was examining a package of diapers from one of the aisles. She turned to Julie and looked like she had just found something she had been looking for.

“Here we are honey.” She said as she turned to Julie holding a rectangular white plastic package of disposable diapers. “These should fit you.”

Julie didn’t know what her mom was talking about. She had just turned 15 and hadn’t worn a diaper in who knows how many years. Did they even make diapers her size? Is that why she was in this shop?

Before Julie could even begin to think of what to say, a salesperson appeared out of nowhere. The woman was probably about 25, and looked a lot like Julie’s math teacher, Ms. Scott, short and athletic like a gymnast. The sales woman went up to Julie’s mom and asked, “Do you need any help finding anything?”

Julie’s mom smiled at the woman, happy for some help. “I’m not sure but I hope so. My daughter is going to start wearing diapers again, and I just want to make sure I get something that fits right.”

The woman turned to Julie and smiled widely, “Back to diapers, huh? That’s just great. Lets see, your pretty small still, I doubt a medium would fit.” She looked again at what Julie’s mom had in her hand. “Yes, those should work fine. But if you really want to be sure we should take her to one of the changing areas and give it a try. Would you like me to help you change her?”

“That would be great.”

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Julie found herself staring at the ceiling on a changing table, which amazingly was big enough for her. The saleswoman had just taken her pants off, and was grabbing a fresh, white diaper. She started to put the diaper under Julie when suddenly the store’s ceiling went dark. Julie was still on her back, but she wasn’t in any store. She was in her bed. A quick look at the clock told her that it was 2:30 in the morning.

Another dream.

That made the third diaper dream this week. Julie let out a sigh, and rolled over. These dreams were nothing new. She had had them for as long as she could remember. In fact, some of the very first dreams she ever remembered involved her getting diapered. Recently the dreams had been happening more frequently. What had been a once every month or so thing, had become a near nightly occurrence.

‘Why do I keep dreaming about this?’ Julie asked herself. ‘Probably because you really want to find out what it would be like’ she answered. Her curiosity about diapers had been around as long as the dreams. She had always wanted to know what it would be like to be put back in diapers. The only thing she was never sure about was whether she wanted to try diapers again because of these dreams, or if she was having these dreams because she really wanted to try diapers.

Lately, she had really been thinking about the whole thing. The idea and thought of wearing diapers again had begun to occupy a large amount of her time. Anytime she had nothing to think about, the thought of wearing diapers would just pop into her mind. Julie had in fact resolved to just do it, put one on and figure it out so she could stop wondering, many times. But she had never been able to go through with it. There were too many complications. ‘Where on earth would I even get them?’ she often wondered. ‘What if mom or dad found out?’ She had thought of a few different ideas. Truth be told, after all the time she had spent thinking about it, she had thought of every idea possible. There was one plan that might work. She had played with the idea a number of times, but bringing herself to actually go through with it was all but impossible.

But for some reason tonight was different. Maybe because the dream had been so vivid, or perhaps it was something in the stars. Whatever the reason, Julie decided that enough was enough. This had to stop, this wondering, these dreams. She knew she was beginning to obsess, and she knew that wasn’t healthy.

“That’s it. I’m going to ask.”


Re: The Trying Policy

Chapter I

“Mom, can I talk to you for a second?”

More than anything, it was the tone of Julie’s voice that caught her mother’s attention. Julie sounded more than a little nervous. This had the tone of a conversation of some importance. Sally’s first thought was that Julie might have done something wrong and was in trouble. She sounded like a kid who knows they are in for it. ‘Well at least she is coming to me first’ Sally thought to herself.

“Of course sweetie, what is it?”

“Well, you know how you and dad always told me that if I ever wanted to try something that I could come to you guys and you would let me try it under your supervision?”

Sally felt a little twinge in her stomach. She knew exactly what Julie was talking about. She and her husband Ted had a long-standing policy with their only child regarding the things that will come along as one grew up, stuff like smoking and drinking. The deal was this: If you want to try something, come to us and we will let you try it under our terms. Ted and her both agreed that the best way for their child to be exposed to something like drinking or smoking was not through peer pressure, or at a party where who knows what could happen, but rather in the home where they could supervise that activity and teach their child responsibility.

Ted and Sally had made this little policy clear: If you try it with us, we will let you do it and you won’t get in trouble, but if we find out you tried it without us, it was big trouble.

Sally said to herself that she should have seen it coming. That tone of voice certainly explained what this was about. However it is one thing to have talked about the policy, and another thing to have your 15 year old daughter come to you and ask to put it to the test.

‘OK, stay calm’ Sally told herself. After all, wasn’t this a good sign that their little girl was trying to do things right? An encouraging sign even?

“Yes, I certainly do Julie.” Sally answered back, “And, well, I guess I should say I am glad that you are coming to me about it. But, well, you are still awfully young to want to try any of the stuff we talked about. Are your friends doing stuff like smoking?”

“Oh Mom! That is totally not what this is about! No, none of my friends smoke.”

Julie’s first tone of voice had caught Sally’s attention and this one did so even more. Julie voice made it sound like she had never ever thought of that stuff yet, and that it still ‘grossed her out’. Apparently that particular discussion was still a ways off. Sally let out a silent sigh of relief. But if this wasn’t about drinking and smoking, what was it about?

“Oh, I guess I just assumed that since you mentioned the trying policy, that was what you were talking about. So is this not about our trying things policy?”

“No, it is, it’s just that I am not interested in drinking or smoking.”

For a brief second Sally thought about drugs. She got really nervous, and asked,

“Sweetie, if this is about drugs…”

“Mom, no it is not about drugs. Look, forget it. I shouldn’t have even brought it up. Just forget about it.” Julie said in a sad, defeated and almost pleading way.

With that Julie left the kitchen and went to her room. Sally was left sitting alone in the kitchen really perplexed. ‘Ok, this is really odd’ thought Sally. ‘Well what should I do? My child came to me with what sounds like something she is nervous about. I don’t think I should let it go. If I read her right, that last bit there was a desperate call for me to follow. I better go see what this is all about.’

Julie was sitting on her bed when she heard her mom knock on her door. She hadn’t left the kitchen more than 2 minutes ago.

“Come in.” said a depressed sounding Julie.

Sally opened the door and slowly entered the room. Her daughter was sitting up on her bed hugging her big pillow and looking at her with eyes that said ‘I am glad you came after me’. Sally sat down next to her only child and put her arm around her shoulder.

“Julie sweetie, listen. I am sorry if I thought you were talking about something else, but I can’t read your mind. But having known you for 15 years now, I can sometimes come close. I don’t know what it is that you wanted to talk about, but I feel like it is something important to you. And if it is important to you, then it is important to me. Are you sure you don’t want to tell me about it?”

“Well mom, I do, but I am really scared that you will think I am a freak or something.”

“Sweetie, I would never think that. Ok listen, why don’t you try telling me a little bit about what this is all about? I mean, why did you mention our policy about trying things if you don’t want to try something?”

“Well, the thing is mom, I do want to try something, but it has nothing to do with drinking or drugs or anything like that.”

From the way that last sentence sounded Sally started to get really curious. What was her daughter talking about?

“OK, maybe I can guess?” Sally asked, “Is this about some kind of new hair style, of some new clothes that people are wearing?”

“Well, no it is not about hair mom, but well, in a way it does have to do with wearing something different.”

From the sound of that last sentence Sally knew she was getting much closer to the mark.

“Hmmm, ok, so you are interested in some new kind of clothes? Oh wait, I know, you want to try wearing a thong?”

On hearing this Julie actually giggled, much to Sally’s relief. The tension in the room dropped noticeably.

“Well, no that’s not it either, but you are getting a lot closer.” Julie said with a bashful smile.

“OK Julie, I am running out of ideas here, maybe you can give me a little hint?” Sally asked expectantly.

“OK, listen, promise not to laugh mom, OK?”

Sally finally felt she was getting somewhere. For a brief second she was reminded of being young herself and sharing secrets late at night with other girls at slumber parties. She could feel like her daughter was about to open up to her.

“I promise.” Sally said and even held up her hand palm out to show she was serious.

“OK,” Julie started, and then she took a deep breath and seemed to prepare herself.

“Well, it’s like this. For as long as I can remember, I mean like my entire life here, I have had these weird dreams at night.”

“What kind of dreams?” Sally asked encouragingly.

“Well, kind of strange dreams. Not bad dreams like nightmares. Nothing at all like that. These were good dreams.”

“What happens in these dreams?”

“Well that is kind of the funny part. In all these dreams, you or dad always ends up putting me back in diapers.”

“OK.” Sally said reassuringly.

“Like, I mean I have had these dreams as long as I can remember mom. And lately, I have been having them a lot. Like almost every night. And the weird thing is that when I wake up, it is like there is this part of me that really wants it to happen. You have to understand that I have been thinking about this for a long time. And for the longest time I just figured that the dreams would stop you know? But they didn’t, and now I am having them all the time. And I have been thinking about it a lot during the day, you know? I keep wondering what it would be like to wear diapers again. I started getting really curious and I even thought about going to the store to get some to try. Just so I could finally know what it would be like. But I was really worried that you and dad would find out and I would get in trouble or something, so I never bought any. But then one day, like a while ago I remembered how you and dad always talked about your trying policy. Ever since then I’ve wanted to talk to you about it, but every time I get the chance I chicken out and don’t bring it up. I just get too scared that you will think I am weird or something.”

Throughout this whole time, Sally did her best to just look her daughter in the eye and nod approvingly. Julie’s shaky and unsteady tone made it obvious that what her daughter was telling her was difficult to talk about, and embarrassing. It was not lost on Sally how important this moment was. She chose her words carefully.

“Julie, listen. First of all, I want you to know that I am really happy that you feel comfortable talking to me about this. I want you to know, that I am your mom and I will love you no matter what. Ok?”

Julie managed to nod.

“So let me get this straight, you have been having dreams about being put back into diapers?”


“Now tell me, when you have these dreams, do you feel like you have to pee or something?”

“No, it’s not like that.”

“Ok, well what did you mean when you said that when you wake up there is a part of you that wants it to really happen?”

Julie looked at the ground, and her mother could tell that this was really hard for her to talk about. So she put her arm around Julie and gave her a little hug. It must have worked, because Julie started talking again.

“Well, I mean, that, well, I guess I really want to be put in diapers again. I mean that is what I was talking about when I brought up the whole trying things policy. I have been thinking about what it would be like for so long, and I have always wanted to try it. But I have always been too afraid to say anything. I always figured that it would go away, but it never has. So I think maybe I shouldn’t fight it. Maybe I should try it, so I can stop wondering”

“So let me make sure I understand this sweetie. The reason you were asking me about the trying policy, is because you were wondering what it would be like to wear diapers again?” Sally asked kindly.

“Yeah.” Julie said as she looked up from the floor at her mother for approval.

“And you were hoping that we would go ahead and put you back in diapers so you can find out?”

“Well, yeah exactly.”

“Well sweetie, let me be honest with you. I am kind of relieved. I was really worried that you wanted to try something like smoking or drinking, and I was a bit upset, because you are a bit young for that I think. But I certainly wasn’t expecting this. I have to say that I am not sure what to say. I mean, I certainly don’t see anything wrong with what you are talking about. But I have never really heard of anything like this. Did you by any chance hear about this from a friend of something?”

“Mom, I have never told anybody about this stuff in my entire life, and no I have never ever heard of anybody like me. That is one of the reasons I was so scared to talk about it. I am worried that there is something weird about me.”

Sally knew that this too was also an important moment, and again she chose her words very carefully.

“Julie, listen to me carefully.” Julie looked up into her mom’s eyes. “Everybody in the world is different in their own way. People have all sorts of strange desires. I don’t know how much you know about these types of things, but I can assure you that there are people who like things that you would think are weird. I mean, some guys like to dress up in ladies underwear and bras. Some people are attracted to members of the same sex. Some people like to take off all their clothes and walk around naked in front of everyone. Heck,” Sally said with a sarcastic tilt of the head and a stare of utter disbelief, “some people actually like lima beans. Point being we are all different sweetie. And there is nothing wrong with being different as long as what you do doesn’t hurt yourself, or make trouble for anybody around you.”

“So does that mean that I am weird?” Julie asked.

“Honey, weird is not the word to use. These feelings that you have are certainly different. So you could say that you are unique, but I don’t think you are weird. Like I said everybody is different Julie, and some people like things that other people wouldn’t like. That doesn’t make them weird. I personally think that it makes them normal. I think anybody who doesn’t have something a little different about them is weird.”

Julie let out a tiny laugh at the last thing her mom said. Then she looked at her mom again and said,

“Well, I guess I see what you mean mom. So you don’t think I am weird?”

Sally put her hands on each side of Julie’s face and looked her square in the eye, and said with a smile, “No sweetie, I don’t think you are weird.”

Julie smiled at her mom and leaned over and gave her a big hug. While they were hugging each other Julie said, “Thanks mom.”

Sally hugged her child tight. ‘Well that didn’t go so bad now did it’ she thought to herself. She felt a little feeling of pride at knowing she had done a good job at being mom.

Julie let go and then stood up. It was obvious that the conversation was pretty much over, and now nobody really knew what to say. There was a long silent pause that Julie finally broke.

“So now what?” Julie asked in a semi-confused tone.

If Sally had felt like she had been doing a good job at being mom a second ago, she now felt like it was back to the drawing board. Her time for patting herself on the back was over. She thought to herself, ‘that’s a good question, what now’?

“I guess I don’t know Julie, what do you think?”

“Well, I mean, are you going to do it?” Julie asked.

“Do what?”

“Are you going to let me use the trying policy?”

Despite having listened to all her daughter had said, Sally had not really given any serious thought to the idea until now. She had been so relieved that this whole issue was not about drinking or drugs that she hadn’t really given much thought to what was being asked. Her daughter was asking to be put back in diapers, that much was clear. And although she didn’t say so, Sally had to admit that it was a strange idea. ‘A 15 year old girl wearing diapers?’ Sally thought to herself. How on earth would that work? ‘Well, Julie is still pretty young, and she was definitely on the small side. There had to be diapers that would fit her. Plus, it could have been a lot worse. And there was something else. Her daughter had come to her, and told her something that was obviously very difficult to talk about. That in itself was worth some kind of reward wasn’t it? Maybe I should I go ahead and do it?’ Her thoughts were interrupted by Julie.


Julie’s voice brought her back to reality.

“Yes?” Sally said thinking her daughter wanted to ask her something else.

“Are you going to let me try it? I mean isn’t this kind of like what the trying policy was for?”

Sally started to think about it again, and for the first time she remembered that part of the trying policy was what both parents had to be involved. She had not even thought of what Ted might have to say about this. Sally decided she would have to talk it over with him.

“Well Julie, I guess I have to say that I don’t know. I will say that I agree with you though. I do think the trying policy could cover this. But you have to understand that I never really thought that you would want to try something like this, so I am not sure how to handle it. And you also should remember that the trying policy means both me and your dad will have to talk about it.”

Julie was kind of hoping her mother had forgotten about the part where her father was involved. It had been hard enough to talk about it with mom. She didn’t think she could do it with her dad.

“Mom it was hard enough to talk to you about this, I don’t know if I can tell dad.” Julie said disappointedly.

“That’s OK; I’ll talk to him about it.” Sally said.

“Well, I guess that would work. Do you think he will be ok with it, or will he think I am a freak?”

Sally thought about her husband’s possible reaction. She had to keep herself from laughing at the thought of what he might say.

“Julie honey, your dad is a very understanding man, I am certain he won’t think you are a freak.”

“Do you think he will let me try it?” Julie asked.

Sally took a look at her daughter and saw there a girl who was scared at the thought of her father rejecting her. Sally thought again about putting her 15 year old daughter back in diapers. She thought to herself, ‘well, I guess this could have been a lot worse. Heck I though it was about drugs!’ She made up her mind.

“I’ll do my best to convince him.” Sally said with a wink.

Julie felt better immediately.


Re: The Trying Policy

Chapter II

“She wants to what?” Ted asked incredulously.

“Look honey, I know this is kind of weird. You are lucky she didn’t want to talk to you about this. I hardly knew what to say myself.”

Ted had thought that for once, everything was going as normal. He had left for work, and had a pretty good day. Dinner had been good, and everything had seemed normal. Then when he had finally gotten into bed and turned out the light, his wife tells him that his daughter wants to start wearing diapers again.

“Yeah, well it is probably just as good she came to you, I have no idea what I would have said. How on earth did this come up?” Ted asked in a puzzled tone.

“Well Julie came up to me and asked if she could talk to me about something. Then she asks me if I remember the trying policy, and I start thinking ‘oh no, my daughter is about to tell me she wants to try smoking or something’. I had to work pretty hard to get her to talk about it at all. I had to follow her into her room and really coax it out of her. She was really scared that we would think she is weird.”

“Well, if you ask me wanting to wear diapers is a little weird.” Ted said matter of factly.

“Well honey, I can think of a few things that you tend to enjoy that a lot of people, your daughter certainly, would find more than a bit weird.” Sally said in a semi sarcastic tone, and gave her husband a sly little look that only married couples who’ve had their share of bedroom fun and games can have.

“Well, yeah, OK I can see your point, but still.” Ted said defensively.

“Still what?” Sally responded questioningly.

“Well, still, um, well I don’t know. But you can’t be seriously considering putting Julie back in diapers? I mean she is 15. I don’t even think they make diapers that big.”

“Ted, first of all I can guarantee you that they make diapers that would fit Julie. I mean, you don’t think that in this whole world there are no people our daughter’s age who still wear diapers? I know for a fact that there are diapers out there that will fit Julie. Second of all, yes, I am seriously considering it.” Sally added this last part with a bit of determination.

“Ok, maybe you can explain to me why on earth you would think it might be a good idea to put our daughter back in diapers.”

Sally sat up and turned on the light next to her side of the bed. Ted knew he was about to get a speech that had probably been rehearsed. Any time Sally sat up in bed and turned on the light, it meant she had something to say. Ted and Sally had a very good relationship, one that was built in no small part of good communication. Over the years, Ted had learned when to pay attention. This was one of those times.

“OK?” Sally asked.

Ted kind of smiled and shrugged. He nodded his head to let his wife know that he was taking her seriously.

“First of all” Sally began, “I think that it is very important that we show Julie that it’s OK for her to come to us with things that she feels uncomfortable about. I mean, how great is it that our daughter felt comfortable coming to us, well to me, about something so personal? I saw how hard it was for her to talk about. And I think it is really important that we show her that we support her coming to us. I mean, who knows what will happen in the next few years Ted? I want my daughter to know she can come to us about anything.”

“Well,” Ted agreed “I can certainly see your point there, although I really don’t like to think about anything bad like that.”

“Yeah, me neither, but I think it will do us a world of good if we show Julie that coming to us is the best thing.” Sally took a breath and continued, “Second of all, there is the whole trying policy. I mean if we are serious about it, shooting her down when she wants to use it is a pretty bad idea.”

“I thought the trying policy was about stuff like drinking?” Ted added

“Well, I thought so too, but when I think about it now, I can see how Julie got the idea. I mean, what did we really tell her? As I recall the concept was this: If you want to try something, we want you to come to us. We will let you try it on our terms, and you won’t get in trouble. We never said anything specifically about what it was that she might want to try.”

“True.” Ted admitted.

“And well, here she has done what we had hoped she would do. I am worried that if we say no, it will be the first and last time we ever get asked to use the trying policy, and I think we both can agree that that is not what we want.”

Ted had to admit that his wife did have a point. The whole trying policy had in fact been his idea and he had gotten it from his own father. He still remembered the first time he asked his dad if he could try a cigarette. His dad had laughed and said fine. The next day, with his father instructing him (and laughing as he turned green), Ted had smoked his first and last cigarette. This train of thought gave him an idea. Before he could say it, Sally started again.

“And Ted, you know what else? The more I think about it, the more convinced I become that we should do it. I mean, what harm is it going to do anybody if our daughter is wearing a diaper? With the clothes they wear these days, I can’t imagine that anybody is even going to notice. Plus we really should reward Julie for coming to us, not punish her.”

“Yeah, I agree” said Ted. “It’s just that I can’t believe that we are rewarding her by putting her in diapers.”

“Well, yeah, I will admit it is a bit different. But it’s what she wants. And like I said, it is certainly not hurting anybody. Although I do have to admit, I am not looking forward to having to change her.”

“I don’t even want to think about that.” Ted added quickly.

Sally looked at her husband, and asked in a voice not unlike that of her daughter, “Well honey, I think we should do it, at least to show her that we support her. What do you think?”

“Well, I can’t believe I am saying this, but I guess you are right.”

“Ted, I think it is for the best. So are we agreed?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Good, but I am not sure how we should go about doing this. I mean, how you think we should approach this?”

For the first time in the conversation, Ted felt like he had a good answer.


Re: The Trying Policy

Chapter III

That next morning was a Friday, and Julie woke up to her alarm clock telling her to get up and start getting ready for school. It was pretty early, and Julie’s thoughts were focused on the speech she had to give that day in English class. The topic was Edgar Allen Poe, and Julie felt ready. She still got pretty nervous talking in front of people, but at least she knew her subject well. She crawled out of bed and headed down stairs to get some breakfast.

Mom and Dad were in the kitchen. Dad looked like he was about to leave for work, brief case in one hand, and a bagel in the other. He saw Julie come in.

“Morning kid-o. What’s shakin?”

“Morning dad. I have that speech today. In English class.”

“The one on Poe?” Ted asked


“Well, good luck honey. I am sure you will do fine. I have to run to work. Tell me about it when I get home tonight ok?”

With that Ted came over and kissed his daughter on the forehead. Then he went up to his wife and kissed her goodbye. On his way out the door he turned back to Sally and said,

“Oh, do me a favor and call me at work. I really want to know how this turns out.” And he closed the door behind him.

For a split second Julie wondered what he was talking about. But she put it out of her mind as she started pouring the milk on her cereal. As she sat sown and put a large spoonful in her mouth, her mother spoke.

“So I talked to your dad.” Sally said quickly.

Julie immediately knew that her mom was talking about their conversation of yesterday. Julie had kind of put it out of her mind. She was scared about her father saying ‘no way’ and thinking she was weird. The butterflies came back to her stomach and her pulse quickened. Julie tried to say something, but with a mouthful of cereal all that came out was “weawy?” She quickly chewed and swallowed.


Sally came over to the counter where Julie was eating her cereal and pulled up a stool next to her daughter.

“Yeah, really.” Sally said.

Julie’s mind was racing. What had he said? Did he think she was crazy? She looked at her mom and nervously asked,


“Well, to tell you the truth he was a bit surprised and confused at first. It took him a minute to understand that I was serious. But once he knew I was, he listened.”

“Does he think I am crazy?” Julie asked timidly.

Sally let out a little laugh. “No honey, he doesn’t think you are crazy. It did take him a minute to believe me, but once he did, no he certainly never said you were crazy.”

Julie let out a sigh of relief. At least her dad didn’t think she was nuts. But there were still some important things left unanswered,

“OK, but what did he say mom? I mean, what did he say about the trying policy thing?”

Sally cocked her head to the side and said slowly,

“Truthfully honey he didn’t like the idea all that much at first.” Julie’s started to frown, “but, I was able to bring him around to it eventually.”

Julie wasn’t sure she had heard her mother correctly. Did she say what she thought she had said?

“So he is OK with it?” Julie asked.

“Well, Julie, like I said, I was able to bring him around. We talked for a while about what the trying policy was all about. And honestly, neither of us had ever thought about you asking to try anything like this. But the more we thought about it, the more we agreed that it would be OK. We both agreed that since you came to us, we should go ahead and let you try it. I mean that was what the whole thing was all about.”

“So, you guys are going let me try wearing diapers again?”

Sally paused and looked at her daughter,

“Well honey, that’s going to be up to you.”

Julie was a bit confused. How was it up to her?

“What do you mean it is up to me mom? I mean I already told you I wanted to.”

“Oh, yes I know that sweetie. But well, it is one thing to say you want to try wearing diapers, and another thing to start doing it. And more over, if you remember, the trying policy says that your dad and I get to decide how it will work.”

Julie nodded her head. Her parents had always made it clear that if she wanted to try something, it was going to be on their terms. She looked at her mom and said,

“Yeah, I remember that part.”

“Well good.” Sally said. “You see, it did take a bit of effort on my part to get your dad to agree to it. But he came up with an idea that he liked, and I decided it was a good one and went along with it.”

“Dad came up with the idea?” Julie asked in disbelief. “What is it?”

“Well, keep in mind that I agreed with it Julie. The idea is this. If you want to see what it is like to go back to wearing diapers, we’ll let you do it. But we both agreed that in order for you to find out what it is really like you are going to have to make a commitment. So if you want to wear diapers again, you have to do it on our terms. Just like the trying policy says.”

Julie started thinking. She had never given any thought as to how she was going to try doing this. In her mind, she just wanted to know what it would be like to wear a diaper again. But her mom was making this sound like something more involved.

“What do you mean on your terms?” Julie asked.

“Well, I mean that as long as you agree to follow the rules your dad and I came up with, we will let you do it.”

Julie looked a bit confused. “Well what exactly are the rules you and dad came up with?” she asked.

Sally pulled her stool closer to Julies. She sat up and looked at Julie.

“Well the rules are like this. First of all, if you want to do this you are going to have to commit to it for at least one week.”

“Commit to it for a week?” a genuinely confused Julie asked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Sally answered, “if you want to try wearing diapers, you’re going to have to wear them for at least one whole week. No breaks, no backing out mid week, no changing your mind. And just so we are clear here, I am talking about 24 hours a day for seven straight days.”

Sally could tell that her daughter was a bit surprised at this. So she added,

“In case you are wondering why, I’ll tell you. First of all, you said you were curious about what it is like to wear diapers. Well, we want you to understand what wearing diapers is really like, and anything less than a week won’t let you do that. Second of all, I looked into what kinds of diapers I could get for you, and they don’t sell them in small quantities. It’s not like I can just run to the grocery store and pick up a pack of Huggies for teenagers. It turns out that the least I can buy is about a weeks worth. And if I am going to buy you diapers, I am certainly not going to throw them away, and I can’t give them away, so you’ll just have to wear them.”

Julie didn’t know what to think. A week sounded like an awful long time. And mom sounded like she was saying that she would have to wear a diaper at all times.

“Well, like what about when I go to school and stuff? Would I have to wear a diaper to school?” Julie asked meekly.

“Twenty four hours a day Julie. That means you will be in diapers when you go to bed at night, diapers at breakfast, diapers at school, diapers at dinner, diapers all the time. Wearing diapers is not a part time thing honey. I mean you are either potty trained or you are not. And if you want to do this, then for at least one week we are all going to pretend that you aren’t. Plus I’m not interested in having to remember when I need to be checking your diapers and when you are not even wearing them. It’s just a lot easier for me if I know that you are wearing them all the time.”

Julie started thinking about what it would be like to have to wear diapers all the time. It was a new thought for her. In her dreams, her parents just put her in a diaper. She certainly never thought of herself going to school in them. Would people be able to tell? And what did her mom mean about pretending she wasn’t potty trained?

“Mom, what if people can tell? I mean, what do I say to people at school and stuff?”

“Well, first of all, I really doubt that anybody will be able to tell. But if they do see that you’re wearing diaper, well it’s up to you what you want to tell them. You could always say something like you had a really bad bladder infection that you are just getting over.”

Julie thought about it. Her mom might be right. She had enough baggy jeans and pants and it would be hard for anyone to tell that she was wearing a diaper. But a whole week still sounded like a long time. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. But then again, it was probably now or never. Julie quickly made up her mind.

“Well mom, I mean, I never really thought about wearing it for a whole week, but if that is the only way I will get to try it, I’ll do it.” said a determined Julie.

“Well good, but there are still a few more rules I need to go over.” Sally added

“How many more?” Julie asked reluctantly.

“Well, just two, but I would think they are pretty obvious. First, if you’re wearing diapers obviously you will have to use them. And I mean for everything, no toilets allowed. Like I said, we are all going to pretend that you’re not potty trained. The only time you will even be allowed to go into a bathroom will be to brush your teeth. Of course, you can also take a shower, but only when we say so. Second, you won’t be allowed to change yourself, either me and your dad will take care of that. And you will also have to get used to us regularly checking your diaper to see if you need to be changed.”

Julie stared at her mom in disbelief. Her mom must have seen this.

“Julie sweetie, don’t look so shocked. I mean if you want to try wearing diapers again, you need to see what it is really like. People who wear diapers use them, and if you want to wear diapers, you’re going to have to use them too.”

Julie didn’t know what to say. All this was certainly a lot more than she had ever bargained for. It was bad enough that she would have to wear them for a week. But she had never really thought of using them. Julie tried to think of the last time she wet her pants to see if she could even remember what that was like. But she couldn’t remember. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“Gosh mom, I don’t know. That is not exactly what I had in mind.”

“Well, I imagine it is not. But honey, this is really what the trying policy is about. Truthfully, we always thought you would want to try something like smoking. I mean, some people think it is glamorous to smoke cigarettes and stuff, and we always figured that if you asked we would let you smoke a few because it would show you how yucky smoking is. So when we talked about this last night, we decided that if you want to try going back to diapers we would let you if you agreed to these rules. You want to know what it is like to wear diapers again, and there is only one way to find out and that is to really try it. Putting you in diapers for a day or something won’t work. So we came up with this.”

“Well, I am not so sure this is something I would want to do mom.”

“And that Julie, is why I said it was up to you.” Sally said as if making her closing argument to the jury. “Take a minute to think about it. But understand that it is now or never and these rules are not flexible.”

“I don’t know mom. I mean, I really want to see what it is like and all. But what you are talking about doesn’t sound like something I want to try.”

Sally had expected this. Reality is almost always disappointing compared with the ideas and dreams in our heads.

“Well Julie, I would certainly understand if you said no. I mean, this is certainly not something I would ever want to do. But then again, I never had dreams about being put back into diapers! And if this is something that you have been wondering about for such a long time, maybe it would be best to see what it is really like. Otherwise you might always wonder.”

Julie didn’t want to say it, but she was thinking the same thing. I mean, here was her chance. Her parents were offering to put her in diapers, which was something she had been wanting for longer than she could remember. And while the rules they had made were pretty bad, this was certainly the only chance she would get. Julie tried to think about what it would be like. She could probably handle the 24 hours a day part. But a whole week seemed like a really long time. What if somebody did notice? She would never live it down at school. The very thought terrified Julie. And the using them part… Julie decided to not even think about that. ‘We’ll cross that bridge when we get there’ Julie thought.

Sally sat and watched as her little girl’s mind tossed and turned. It was obvious that Julie was thinking about it. Maybe she should help her along.

“So, what do you think Julie. Are we putting you in diapers or not?”

“Gosh mom, I don’t know. I mean, I want to and all, but.”

“Well, Julie, let me ask you something. Are you having a hard time making up your mind?”


“I think you really want to say yes, but you are a little scared.”

Julie looked at her mom in shock. Maybe her mom could read her mind.

“Well, yeah, maybe a little scared.”

“Honey listen, I really think you should do it.”

“Really?” stammered a very surprised Julie.

“Yes really. I mean, you obviously really want to, but you are a little scared. But you were scared to even talk to me about it and once you did it got easier didn’t it?”

“Well, yeah a little bit.”

“Well, I think this is kind of the same thing. It is hard to make the commitment, but once you do, it will get easier. Plus, I know you really want to see what it is like. If you don’t do it now, you will always wonder. I would much rather you figure it out now, than spend the rest of you life wondering what could have happened if you had taken the chance.”

Julie bit down on her teeth and scrunched up her nose. Sally recognized that as the face her daughter made when she was building up her courage. Julie thought about the whole thing. It was kind of crazy, and certainly not how she would have wanted to do it, but it was also her only chance. The thought of having to use her diapers sent a chill down her spine, but she quickly pushed the thought out of her mind when she realized that she would never get another chance like the one before her. ‘Now or never huh?’ Julie thought to herself. ‘I have been dreaming of this for so long. But I just don’t know about the rules.’ Then somewhere deep in Julie’s conscious a question popped up, ‘if you say no now, will you ever forgive yourself?’ Julie shook her head. ‘What the heck, why not’ she said to herself. Julie took in a deep breath.

“OK, I’ll do it.” She said quickly.

“Are you sure?” Sally asked. “Make sure you are, because if you say yes, I’ll go buy the diapers while you are at school. And your week will start as soon as you get home.”

“Yeah I’m sure mom. Like you said, it is now or never and I don’t like the sound of never.”

“OK then. And honey, I am really glad you said yes.” Sally said as she touched Julies shoulder. “Now hurry up and finish getting ready for school or you will be late. I’ll drive you and go shopping after I drop you off.”


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Chapter IV

Ted had just gotten back from lunch when his phone rang.

“This is Ted.”

“Hi honey, it’s me.”

Ted had been expecting this call. In fact he was kind of looking forward to it. He chuckled to himself and asked his wife in a cocky voice.

“So who won our little bet?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by what sounded like an audible sigh of defeat.

“I guess you remembered about that.”

Ted let out a laugh, he knew he had been right.

“Oh I certainly do remember Sal, and it sure sounds like somebody lost. Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”

Much to Ted’s surprise he heard his wife laughing on the other end.

“Nice try buster,” Sally coyly spoke, “but you lost! Your butt is mine. Oh, you are so easily fooled Ted. You really shouldn’t be so cocky. But we know how to take care of that now don’t we?”

“You are kidding right?” Ted asked in disbelief. “She didn’t really agree to it?”

“Oh she did. I just got back from the store, and when I get off this phone I will be putting the finishing touches on the changing table I set up in Julie’s room.”

Ted knew his wife was serious, but he still couldn’t believe it. The whole idea of a week or nothing and all the other rules had been his idea. And he had come up with it mainly because he figured that Julie would never agree to it.

“Wait a minute. Did you explain all the rules to her? I mean you did tell her that she…”

Sally cut him off.

“I told her one week, 24 hours a day, no bathrooms allowed and that only we can change her. I also added a new one. I told her that she has to get used to us checking to see if she needs to be changed.”

“I can’t believe it.” Ted said in disbelief.

“Well, you will believe it when you get home. And as soon as we get a chance to be alone, I will make sure you remember what happens when you lose a bet like that too.”

Ted cringed. Then he spoke dejectedly,

“OK, OK, you win this time. But I still can’t believe that she agreed to it.”

“Well Ted, it’s like I said. I think this is something she has really wanted to try for a long time. And I told her very clearly, now or never. She was a bit unsure, more than a bit to tell you the truth. But I think her curiosity got her. Anyway, it’s a done deal. I already bought the diapers, so she’s not changing her mind now.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I still can’t believe it though. Well, at least it is only for a week and not for a few years. I guess I can handle changing diapers for a week.”

Julie giggled, “You always hated changing diapers. For some reason I expect your work schedule to get a bit longer this week. I have a feeling I am going to be doing most of the changing.”

Ted, like his daughter earlier that day, wondered if Sally really could read his mind sometimes.

“Well, um, we’ll see about that.” Ted said. “I have to get back to work, but I should be home around 5 or 6.”

“We’ll see you then honey.” Sally said.

When Julie came home after school, it had completely slipped her mind that today was any different from any other Friday afternoon. She had been thinking about her speech most of the day, and wanted to tell her mom about how well it had gone. She came into the kitchen and saw her mom there.

“Hi mom.”

“Hello Julie how did everything go at school? Did your speech go well?”

“Surprisingly well actually.” Julie started “I was kind of nervous at first, but once I got going and stuff, I relaxed and did fine. Mrs. Fisher even said I did a good job. I think I might get an A.”

“That’s wonderful Julie. I knew you were a good public speaker.”

Julie felt a little proud about how well everything had gone, and hearing her mom say that made her feel even better. She set her backpack down on the counter and started walking towards the fridge to get a snack. Before she got there though her mom spoke up.

“Hey, before you get something to eat, we need to take care of something.”

Julie was still thinking about her speech, and she couldn’t imagine what her mom was talking about. She made it to the fridge and as she opened the door she said quickly,

“What do we have to take care of mom?”

Her mom didn’t answer, but instead stood up and walked up to the fridge and closed the door. Then she glanced down at her daughter with a knowing look. When they made eye contact, it all came back to Julie in a heartbeat. She had totally forgotten about their conversation that morning until that very instant. Sally spoke slowly and softly.

“I think somebody needs to be wearing a diaper.”

Julie’s heart started pounding and her stomach did a flip. It wasn’t that she had forgotten about it, so much as she had chosen not to think about it. She found it a bit hard to know what to say.

“Oh.” Julie managed to say. “Um, yeah I guess so. Are we really going to start that now?”

“I said as soon as you got home we would. Don’t you remember?”

“Well, yeah, now that you say so mom. I guess with my speech and all, it had kind of slipped my mind.”

“Well that’s ok. But let’s get this taken care of. You can have a snack after I get you changed.”

The shock of remembering about it had worn off, and Julie actually started to get a bit excited. She was finally going to do it. After all these yeahrs of wondering and dreaming, she was finally going to know. She turned to her mom.

“So, how exactly is this going to work?” Julie asked uncertainly, “I mean where are we going to do this?”

“I set everything up in your room. Lets head in there and I will tell you how we are going to do this.”

With that, Julie and her mom headed off to her room. When Julie opened the door, she was quite surprised to see a large piece of furniture in her room that had not been there before.

“What’s that mom?”

“That’s your changing table honey. That is where we’ll be changing your diapers.”

Julie took a look at her new “changing table”. It looked a bit like a large white desk, except that the top of it was padded, and instead of drawers it had two shelves underneath that ran about two thirds of its length. Julie glanced at the shelves. On the lower shelf, a large pile of white diapers lay neatly stacked on top of each other. On the other shelf, Julie noticed a large box of baby wipes, a bottle of baby powder and a few other bottles that she didn’t recognize. In the open area where the shelves ended, Julie spotted a large trash can that she recognized as her old diaper pail. Julie walked up closer to look at the top of the table. A small mattress sat on top. I light pink plastic sheet with little white sheep covered the mattress. The plastic sheet crinkled when Julie touched it.

“Why don’t you hop up there, and we can get started.” Sally said.

Julie looked back at her mom, but didn’t move. The feel of the plastic sheet on her hand and the crinkling sound it had made, brought out a feeling in Julie that she didn’t understand. She felt really excited, and really scared at the same time. She didn’t move for a second, until her mom spoke up again.

“Come on, hop up.”

Julie turned back to the table and saw that she would indeed have to lift herself onto the top of the table. It was certainly not very high, but a little jump was required. So she put her hands on the front edge, jumped, twisted and sat down on the padded top. As she sat, the plastic sheet made a loud crinkling noise. Julie looked down at her feet and saw that they were a good 12 inches off the ground. She shifted her weight around a bit to get comfortable. The more she moved, the move the sheet crinkled. Julie felt a bit surprised at how much she liked that noise.

Sally took a look at her daughter sitting on top of her changing table, and felt a bit silly. How long ago was it that Julie was last on this thing, 12 years? Or was it more? Regardless, the purpose then was the same as the purpose now.

“Ok honey,” Sally started slowly, “since this is the first time I guess I should explain a few things to you. I mean, when you were little I certainly never bothered to tell you about how I went about changing you, but now that you are older I think it is a good idea. First of all, since you are going to be in diapers all the time, we need to do our best to make sure you don’t get a diaper rash. Now, in the future, when you actually are being changed, the first thing we will have to do after we get your old diaper off is clean off your, um, how should I say this, your diaper area OK? That is what these baby wipes are for.”

Sally reached under the table and pulled out the box of wipes that Julie had seen. She showed the box to Julie and than put them back under the table.

“Since this is the first time though, we don’t need those. But I want you to know sweetie, that it is really important that we clean you off well. Now, when you were a baby this was certainly not a big deal, but now that you are older, well, it might be a bit uncomfortable for you at first. I mean we are going to be touching you in some places that we haven’t touched in a long time, and I am guessing that is might be a bit awkward at first. Just remember though, even though it might feel a tad weird, but I can assure you that it is a lot better than a diaper rash.” Sally placed a lot of emphasis on the word “a lot better”. She paused and looked at her daughter to see if she was following her.

Julie had until now done her best to not think about this type of stuff. The thought of her mom touching her “diaper area” made her feel a bit uneasy. But, that was the price she had to pay. And while she certainly didn’t recall ever having a diaper rash, she guessed it was not something she ever wanted. ‘Besides’ she thought to her self, ‘it’s mom and it’s only for a few seconds’. She looked at her mom and nodded for her to continue.

“Alright,” Sally went on, “after the baby wipes comes the nursery cream. I always used a special type of Vaseline on you, and I was happy to see it is still sold.” Sally held up a jar of Vaseline Nursery Jelly. Julie saw a cute little pink bear on the label. “This is stuff is really important for preventing rashes too. Now again, I am going to have to put this stuff in some awkward places, but it is really important.”

Julie looked at her mom and nodded again.

“Ok then. Last thing before we get your diaper on, is a little bit of baby power on your bottom. After that, we just fasten the tapes and away you go.”

Sally paused for a brief second and tried to think if she left anything out. She mumbled to herself and then looked at her daughter again.

“So, is that all clear Julie? Do you have any questions?”

Julie tried to think, but it was hard. Her mind was racing, and her stomach doing flips. She couldn’t believe that this was really about to happen. She also couldn’t think of any questions.

Sally continued to look at her daughter, waiting for a question. After a moment she asked.

“No questions then?”

Julie felt so nervous and excited at the same time that she was almost shaking. This was it. She was afraid that her voice wouldn’t work, so she just shook her head.

“Well, ok then, lets get started. Go ahead and lie down for me.”

Julie paused and took a deep breath. Then she swung her legs onto the table and slid across the mattress so that her head was at the very end. As she moved she again noticed how strangely comforting that crinkling sound of the plastic sheet sounded. Julie noticed that her feet hung off the end of the table a bit, so she bent her knees and put her feet on the edge.

Sally saw that her daughter looked ready. She came over to the side of the table and started to unbutton Julie’s jeans. Julie started to help her mom, but Sally pushed her hands out of the way and said “Just lie still”. After she had the zipper down, she started working the jeans down Julie’s hips. But with Julie laying on her back, Sally had a hard time getting them past Julie’s rear end. She tried to think if this happened the last time she did this, and then she remembered what to do. She grabbed Julie’s two legs and lifted them in the air until Julie’s rear end came up off the mattress. Then with her free hand she pulled the jeans down to Julie’s thighs. From there it was easy.

After the pants were off Sally placed them in the hamper. She came back and on seeing her daughter’s panties she remembered one last thing.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Sally said as she started taking down Julie’s panties. She repeated the same process as before, lifting Julie’s legs up. “Since you wont be needing these,” she held up the panties she had just removed from her daughter, “or any others for the next week, I went ahead and took all of them out of your drawer. I don’t want you getting confused about what you are supposed to be wearing.” she said playfully and winked at Julie. “Next Friday I will give them back, ok?”

Julie looked up at her mom. She was all too aware that she was naked from the waist down and that the shirt she was wearing stopped just short of her belly button. Despite all that, she didn’t feel too terribly uncomfortable. When her mom had lifted her up by the legs, her modesty seemed to have kind of disappeared. In fact all this was starting to seem strangely familiar. As far as the underwear went, who cared if her mom had it or not, she certainly wasn’t going to be using it.

“Yeah mom that’s fine.” She finally said.

“Ok. Now, just another minute or so.” Sally said as she reached under the table and grabbed the first of many diapers. She looked for the end with the tapes and opened that end of the diaper. With the diaper in one hand she grabbed Julie’s legs with the other and slid the diaper underneath Julie’s rear end. Then she grabbed the nursery cream and opened the top. Sally took a deep breath and put on her business face. It had been a long time since she had done this, and Julie had been a lot smaller then. She got some cream on her fingers and started coating Julie’s inner thigh. She repeated this process with the other thigh and then moved onto Julies bottom. She was just about to put some cream on Julie’s bottom when her daughter kind of let out a little yelp and squirmed away. Sally stopped and looked at her daughter.

“Sorry mom, it’s just that it really tickles. I couldn’t help it.” Julie said softly.

Sally thought about how she should handle this. She had an idea.

“It tickles huh? Well how about this.” And she quickly started tickling Julies tummy. Julie started laughing and squirming around on the table. Sally stopped and looked at Julie and said, “Like I said this is probably going to be a bit uncomfortable. At least at first. But lets try not to take this too seriously, OK? If it tickles, just laugh. I am sure you will get used to it over the next few days.”

“OK mom.”

Sally went back to work and finished with the nursery cream on the rest of Julie’s diaper area. Then she lifted her daughters’ legs up and quickly powdered her bottom.

“Ok Julie, we are almost done. I just have to get your diaper on now.”

Sally grabbed the front of the diaper and pulled it up between Julie’s legs. She spread out the front and happily noticed that it seemed to fit just fine. She pulled the front to the right and held it in place with one hand. With her other she grabbed the back of the diaper and pulled one of the tapes. The tape made a loud tearing noise as it opened. Sally pulled the tape and fastened it to the front of the diaper. Then she pulled the front to the left side, opened the other tape, pulled the tape around to the front and stuck it in place. She then ran her fingers just inside the leg openings of the diaper to make sure the leg gatherers were facing out. She looked down at her daughter’s diaper and felt a bit surprised at how it looked. Sally had expected her daughter to look really strange in a diaper, but to her surprise, Julie looked much the same now as the last time she had diapered her. The diaper seemed to fit well.

“So how is that? Does it seem too tight or anything?”

Julie didn’t want to say it, but it was almost impossible to describe how good it felt. The diaper felt pretty thick in between her legs. When she put her legs together, she could just barely make her thighs touch. Julie felt like somebody was giving her a hug, except that it never stopped. It felt great.

“No mom, it seems fine” she managed to say.

“Ok then. You can go ahead and jump down and get a snack if you want now.”

Julie sat up on the changing table. The diaper felt even better sitting up. She looked at her mom and asked “Are you going to put my pants back on too, or should I do that?”

Sally very quickly responded, “Oh, you don’t need to put your pants back on honey. You’ll be fine like that. You used to hate wearing anything over your diaper as a kid.”

Julie was a bit surprised. It seemed a bit strange to not have any pants on. After all, her shirt barely came down to the top of her diaper. Looking down in fact, she noticed that it didn’t even come that far.

“Mom, I am not a baby now. I would like to put my pants back on!” Julie said somewhat defensively.

“Ha. Yeah, you aren’t a baby now I guess. But you sure look like one.” Sally said with a laugh. “But sorry, no pants for now.” She added firmly. “I need to get used to the fact that you are back in diapers, and I might forget it if I don’t see them. Plus it makes it a lot easier for me to check your diaper if you don’t have anything over it. Besides, nobody is going to see you. Don’t worry about it. Now come on, let’s get something to eat. I am hungry too.”

Julie realized that her mom was quite serious. ‘Whatever, nobody is around’ Julie thought. With that she hopped off the changing table and started walking to the kitchen. After about 5 steps she stopped. ‘What is that noise?’ she thought. It sounded like the changing table kind of. But it had stopped. She started off for the kitchen again and the noise came back. It seemed really loud to be coming from the table. Then it hit her. ‘Oh, duh, that must be me!’ As Julie kept walking she confirmed that the noise she heard was indeed coming from her diapers. It was the plastic crinkling and rustling as she walked. She headed to the kitchen to meet up with her mom and get some lunch. Her little diaper adventure was just beginning.


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Well done. Great writing, I can tell you have really spent some time crafting this.

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This has to be, HANDS DOWN, the best diaper story I have read in a looooonnnng time. I’ve read horrible diaper story after horrible diaper story, all of them having something seriously wrong with them. But there is not much wrong with this one! Please keep it up!

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interesting so far. Hope to see more of this soon.

continue your great job.

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I like it so far. Its well-written and definitely not rushed. Keep up the good work! :slight_smile:

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Please continue this!

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You paced it well, it’s well done, you don’t rush anything, you explain background and development well.

And it’s just a good, old-fashioned, and yet, believable enough story.

I love it, and I really really hope you continue it, and soon! :slight_smile:

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Very well written. Great story!

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I have to agree, the story is very well written and I do hope to see it continued.

I just have one comment… if you put a line of empty space between paragraphs it makes the story much much easier to read. Other than that, excellent story.

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I agree! I’m copy and pasting from a Word document, and in the Word doc there are extra lines of space, but they disappear when I paste. Is there an easy way to avoid this? Going line by line and hitting return is an option, but I’m hoping there is an easier way to address this.

Also, thanks very much for the positive comments. There is a lot more already written.


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Awesome :wink: this is one of the best it’s I’m my top10 already, can’t wait for more, don’t keep us waiting to long. :slight_smile:

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Really really looking forward to it.

Don’t have advice on the spacing, I have always just spaced it manually.

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Chapter V

Sally was already in the kitchen when Julie finally got there. She turned to her daughter and said, “I am going to make a sandwich, would you like one too?”

“Sure mom that would be great.” With that, Julie took a seat on one of the bar stools. The diaper made a loud noise as she sat.

“What do you want to drink?”

“How 'bout some OJ?”

“Sure thing. One OJ coming right up.”

Sally went to the cupboard and grabbed two large glasses and poured the OJ. Then she made up a couple of sandwiches and sat down to eat with her daughter. As she was eating she looked at her daughter. Julie had a short blue top on that left her diaper completely exposed. Sally took a look at the diaper and started to giggle. Her daughter actually looked surprisingly cute. Julie heard her mom giggling.

“What’s so funny mom?”

“Nothing honey, it’s just that you look so cute there in your diaper and all. I was not expecting that. I kind of thought you might look a little silly, but you actually look really cute.”

Lunch ended and Julie left to go watch some TV. Sally cleaned up the dishes and then started up a load of laundry. After getting the load started, Sally finished up the ironing she had and then transferred the clothes into the drier. She headed into the living room to see what Julie was up to.

Julie was lying on the couch. As usual she was on her stomach, with her legs bent at the knees and her feet hanging just over her rear end. The only difference today was that she had on a diaper instead of pants. Sally again had to repress the urge to giggle at how cute Julie looked. But this time, she came up and walked over to the couch and patted Julie on the bottom.

“How you doing kid?”

Julie was a bit startled when her mom touched her bottom, but with the diaper on, she could barely feel it.

“I am fine, why?” Julie asked.

Instead of answering, Sally put her hand back on Julie’s bottom. But she was certainly not patting it this time. Julie kind of jumped as her moms hand went down between her legs. Sally kept feeling Julie’s diaper and her hand was quickly well underneath her daughter. Julie wiggled away quickly.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Julie snapped in a voice that sounded like she though her mom must be crazy.

Sally quickly responded “I’m checking your diaper to see if I need to change you. Don’t act so surprised Julie, you need to get used to this!”

Julie thought for a second and then said, “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap, it’s just that you caught me off guard. Besides, I’ll just let you know when I need to be changed.”

“Uh, no you won’t.” Sally added firmly. “Sorry, but it doesn’t work that way Julie. You don’t get to tell me or your dad when you need to be changed. People who are not potty trained don’t do that. You will be changed only when somebody checks your diaper and decides that you need to be changed. Now if you want to make a fuss about me checking your diaper I can do it less often. I just hope you understand what that might mean. If I were you I would want me to be checking you pretty regularly.”

Julie recognized her mom’s tone as that famous “I mean business” voice. But Julie felt a bit disturbed at this and went ahead and said,

“But mom, what happens if I need to be changed! I don’t want to sit around in a, um, dirty diaper.”

“Well Julie, I hate to break it to you, but over the next week, you are certainly going to have to do that at some point. I told you that you’re going to have to use these diapers for everything.”

“No I understand that part mom, but I mean what if I need to be changed? I can’t just tell you?”

“No Julie. Like I said, it doesn’t work that way. Now, I was planning on checking your diaper on a pretty regular basis, but if you are going to react like this every time I try….”

Julie saw that she needed to backtrack before things got worse than they already were.

“No. OK, look I’m sorry. I didn’t know it worked that way. If that is how it is, obviously I want you to check my diaper as often as you want. But I mean, what happens if I really need to be changed. I can’t come to you?” By the way Julie had said really, her mom understood what she meant.

“Look Julie. Rules are rules. You are not allowed to ask us to change your diapers. But relax honey, I understand what you are saying. I mean let’s be realistic here. If you really need to be changed, just walk into the same room as me or your father. We have noses, and if you really need to be changed, I think it will be pretty obvious.”

Julie nodded her head in agreement.

“Now, are you going to let me check your diaper or what?”

“No mom, go ahead.”

Sally came back over to Julie and started feeling her diaper again. It was obvious that Julie was still dry.

“Looks like you are fine. I’ll try to remember to check you before dinner. Now are you going to watch TV all day, or do you have some other plans?”

“Well, I was thinking about going over to Becky’s house. She had something going on after school, but she might be home now. I am going to give her a call.”

Turned out that Becky was home. She had had to stay late at school for some kind of meeting with one of her teachers. Becky invited Julie to come over and hang out for a bit.

After she hung up the phone, Julie wondered what she would do. There was obviously no way she was going to walk over to Becky’s house without putting on some more clothes. She decided to go talk with her mom.

Sally was in the living room reading some magazine.

“Mom, Becky is home and she wants me to come over.”

“That’s fine. Just be back for dinner at like 7:00 OK?”

Julie looked at the clock. It was still a little bit before 4:30. “OK, no problem. But mom, can’t I put my pants back on? I mean, I can’t really leave the house like this.”

Sally had not bothered to put down the magazine until now. As she did she took a look at her daughter and nodded slowly.

“No, I wouldn’t want to leave the house like that either. Yes, yes of course. Go put your pants on and I will see you before dinner.”

Becky Oakman lived just down the street, so it only took 5 minutes to walk there. Becky and Julie had been friends since the first day of kindergarten when they met. Since then, their families had become good friends and often did things together. Becky and Julie had done the same summer camps and activities together for many years now. They were, of course, best friends.

During the walk over, Julie noticed that her diaper made a lot less noise with her pants on, but it still made some noise. She began to worry that Becky might hear it and ask what was going on. She tried to think of what she might say, but she didn’t have much time to think about it before she arrived.

Julie had long since stopped knocking on the Oakman’s door, so when she got there she just let herself in.

“Becky?” Julie called out.

“I am in my room.” came a voice from down the hall.

Julie headed down to Becky’s room and walked in. Becky was at her desk and had the stereo on. Julie said a silent thank you that the music would cover up any sound her diaper might make.

The two girls sat down and did what they normally did, talk. They talked about boys. They talked about girls and which girls were with which boys. When they ran out of boys to discuss they went to watch some TV in the living room. On the way there, Julie certainly noticed her diaper making some noise. She kept an eye on Becky to see if she noticed anything. Just before they got to the living room Becky turned and looked at Julie’s pants.

“Hey wait a second.” said Becky.

Julie stopped dead in her tracks. She must have heard!

“Are those new pants or something?”

“No, not at all. Why?” Julie slowly asked.

Becky and Julie were pretty much the same size, and had been for years. They didn’t swap clothes on a regular basis, they both agreed it wasn’t a great idea to co-mingle clother, but on rare occasions it certainly happened. And they spent enough time together that they pretty much knew each other’s wardrobe as well as they knew their own.

“I don’t know, they must just look different or something. I was gonna ask when you went shopping without me.” Becky paused and looked hard at Julie’s bottom. “Hmm, whatever I think our show is on.”

Julie let out a sigh of relief. She had dodged a bullet there.

They watched TV for a while. Becky got up and grabbed a drink for the two of them during one of the commercials. During the next commercial Becky went to the bathroom. It wasn’t until Becky went that Julie realized that she needed to pee too. She almost started to get up and go to the bathroom too, but remembered her situation before she actually started moving. With that realization her stomach filled with butterflies.

Up to this point, Julie had never really given a whole lot of thought to the idea of using her diapers. In her dreams and thoughts, all she ever imagined was wearing a diaper, not using it. And although she didn’t like to admit it, she was a bit concerned about it. When her mom had laid down the rules, Julie had intentionally not thought about the part that said she had to use her diapers. ‘We’ll cross that bridge when we get there’ she remembered thinking. Well that bridge now lay before her and the time to cross it had come.

Julie knew what had to happen, but it was difficult to imagine. She started thinking about all the things that could go wrong. Would Becky be able to smell something? What if she leaked? Her instincts told her to just hold it, but Julie realized that it made no sense to try to do that. ‘Hold it until when?’ Julie realized ‘I can’t put this off for very long and I am going to have to do it eventually’ she thought. ‘What’s the point in waiting?’

So Julie made up her mind to not bother trying to hold back. ‘I’ll just ignore it and let things take care of themselves.’ she told herself. So she tried to relax and just let things happen on their own. After a few minutes nothing had happened. She realized that sitting on the couch made it hard. Pretty soon Julie really needed to pee. She decided she better do something different, so she actually tried to make things happen, but that didn’t work either.

Julie started getting desperate. She had not gone since school and the pressure was actually starting to become uncomfortable. Julie had never had the biggest bladder to being with. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:30. Julie was starting to get desperate. She decided that maybe heading for home was the best idea.

“Hey Becky, I gotta get back home for dinner. I’ll see you tomorrow.” she said suddenly as she stood up.

“Oh. I thought you weren’t eating until like 7? Whatever, just call me later tonight. I have to ask you something about our math homework.” said Becky.

“Sure, I’ll call you after dinner or something.”

Julie walked to the door and let herself out. She had barely made it to the street before she realized her body was telling her it was time to pee, now. She instinctively tried to hold back. ‘Let me just make it home’ she thought to herself, briefly forgetting about her diapers.

About half way home Julie remembered that she was wearing a diaper. ‘What am I doing?’ Julie asked herself. ‘Why I am waiting until I get home? What’s the point? I have to do this and here or there doesn’t make any difference. Besides I guess I need to start getting used to just going’. So Julie stopped walking and let out a long sigh. Once she relaxed, her body took over and started to go.

Julie had no idea what to expect, but as soon as things started she was fascinated. It wasn’t an out of body experience or anything, but Julie did feel a bit surreal and detached from herself and everything seemed to go quite. Her diaper started to get really warm and she felt the warmth slowly spread between her legs and over her diaper. She sensed a small puddle of wetness right between her legs. She had really needed to go, so Julie stood there and let herself finish. After she stopped, she sensed the warmth continue to spread over a larger area of the diaper. The small puddle of liquid disappeared as it was absorbed into the diaper.

The detached sensation started to fade and Julie became fully aware that she was standing on a side walk just as she had been a moment before. ‘That wasn’t so bad I guess.’ Julie told herself after a minute or so. ‘I guess I can handle that, which is a good thing, seeing how I have a week of that to look forward to.’ Julie looked down at her pants to see if there were any wet spots, but there weren’t. She ran her hands over her backside to double check, but didn’t feel any wet spots. She noticed that while the diaper still felt warm, it seemed to get drier by the minute. Julie decided that wetting her pants wasn’t going to be as big of a deal as she had feared just a couple of minutes ago.

She started walking again. Her diaper did feel noticeably heavier and it seemed to have expanded and become even bulkier between her legs. By the time she got home, the diaper felt almost the same as when it was dry, just warmer and bigger.

When she walked in the front door her, she saw her mom in the kitchen getting dinner ready. She knew Dad was home because she had seen his car in the driveway, but he wasn’t in the kitchen. Julie said hello to her mom.

“Hey Julie. Your back a bit early, dinner won’t be ready for another half hour or so.”

“I know.” said Julie. She almost started to say that she came home early because she had to go the bathroom, but then she remembered what her mom had said earlier. She knew she needed to be changed but she didn’t want to ask because she knew what that meant.

Luckily for Julie, Sally was a smart one. She thought for a second, ‘why would Julie come home early’ and quickly put two and two together.

“Well, I just need to do a couple more things and then dinner will just need to cook for a bit. Why don’t you take your pants off again, so I can check your diaper?” Sally said in a very matter of fact tone.

Julie couldn’t believe how her mom could say something like that like it was no big deal. It had barely been a few hours and already her mom talked about taking her pants off and checking her diaper like she did it every day. At the same time, Julie wasn’t about to object because she really did need to be changed. The sooner she took her pants off and her mom checked her, the sooner that would happen. So Julie headed off to her room. On the way there she heard her dad in the backyard mowing the grass.

When Julie got to her room she unbuttoned her pants and slid them off. She stepped over to her full length mirror and took a look at herself. The shirt she was wearing came down just below her belly button, which left her a full view of the diaper. Most of the diaper was still white, but the part between her legs had just a slight yellow tint that could be seen though the plastic lining. She turned around and looked at her bottom and saw that part of the diaper there was also wet. She turned back around and took a longer look at herself. Her mom had said she looked cute, but Julie wasn’t sure she totally agreed. Her slim waist and flat stomach looked fine, but the diaper made her rear look a lot bigger than it was. Still, from the front she didn’t look all that bad. She could see what her mom meant by cute too. She did look cute, just like somebody at Halloween dressed up like a baby. All she need were some pigtails and a pacifier. The big difference she told herself was that her diaper was not part of a costume, it was wet, and she was (hopefully) about to be changed into a dry one. She started feeling a bit silly staring at herself standing around in a wet diaper so she walked back to the kitchen.

Julie walked to the kitchen and watched as Sally put the lid on a large pot and wiped off her hands. Sally turned and saw that Julie was on the other side of the counter, standing and looking at her. She walked over to the other side of the counter and looked at her daughter.

“Oh good, you took your pants off already. Now let’s see how you’re doing.” And with that she placed her hand on Julie’s lower bottom and began feeling her diaper.

“Well, looks like somebody wet their diaper finally. Good.” Sally said as she looked at the front of her Julie’s diaper. “I’d say you are ready for a change. Let’s take care of that while the food is cooking.”

Julie wondered what her mom meant when she said ‘good’. So she asked.

“Well I was a bit worried that you might try to hold it too long or something since you were at Becky’s. You really don’t want to do that 'cause you can end up with a bladder infection or something. Plus if you hold back to long, and pee too much, your diaper might leak. Just do like you did, and make sure you go when you need to. Now let’s get you changed.”

‘I better remember that’ Julie told herself. The two of them walked back to Julie’s room. Julie walked up to the changing table and leaned against it.

“Don’t just stand there, hop up.” Sally said as she walked over.

Julie hopped onto the changing table and lay down. Sally leaned over and pushed the bottom of Julie’s shirt up a bit to keep it out of the way. Then she reached under the table and grabbed the box of wipes and a clean diaper. She set the box of wipes on the mattress and placed the diaper on Julie’s chest.

Julie started thinking to herself ‘well, this is going to be the first of many diaper changings. I guess I better get used to it’. She lay back and started looking around. Soon she began staring at the ceiling directly over her head and noticed the small glow-in-the-dark stars she had put up last year. It was the first time in a long time she had seen them without it being dark. She only sort of vaguely noticed her mom undoing her wet diaper.

Sally quickly began un-taping Julie’s diaper. Once it was untapped, she left it in place and grabbed the clean diaper from Julie’s chest. She noticed her daughter staring at the ceiling.

“What you looking at honey?” Sally asked as she opened the backside of the clean diaper. She grabbed Julie’s legs with one hand and lifted her bottom up. With her other hand she slid the clean diaper under Julie. This was a little trick she had remembered from Julie’s younger days, always put down a clean diaper before the dirty one came off.

“I was just looking at the stars on my ceiling. I hadn’t seen them in the light in a long time.” Julie said as her mom lifted her legs up again and removed her wet diaper. Her mom put her back down and left her uncovered.

“That’s funny.” Sally said as she rolled up the wet diaper and tossed it in the diaper pail. “You used to always stare at the ceiling when I changed you. But there were no stars back then.”

Sally opened the box of baby wipes and took out a couple. She started to wipe Julie’s bottom off but as soon as the wipe touched Julie’s skin, her daughter let out a gasp.

“Oh my gosh that’s cold!” Julie exclaimed as she looked at her mom with wide open eyes.

“Eww, sorry about that. Let me warm it up on your calf, its not nearly as sensitive.” Five seconds later Sally started again. “Better?” she asked.

“Much better, yeah.” Julie said.

Sally quickly wiped Julie down. She put the box of wipes away and took out the nursery cream. She began putting it on and Julie started laughing.

“Oh my gosh mom, it tickles even worse than before.” Julie squealed.

“Well, sorry but I am not stopping.” Sally said as she continued her work. “I assure you that you really want me to use this stuff. Try to hold still please.”

Julie did her best not to squirm, but it took real effort. Soon enough, her mom stopped and put the cream back on the shelf under the changing table. Then she grabbed the baby powder and sprinkled some on. Julie started looking at the stars on the ceiling again. Her mom set down the baby powder and then pulled the diaper up between Julie’s legs and spread it out over her lower tummy. She spread the front sides and then held it in place with one hand while the other hand grabbed the back of the diaper. Julie heard a loud tearing sound as her mom opened the tape and fastened down the left side of the diaper. Then she felt her mom gently pull the front of the diaper to the right. She heard the other tape open and felt the diaper tighten around her as her mom pulled the side to the front and firmly taped it in place. With a quick motion Sally ran her fingers underneath the leg openings and along the sides to smooth out and bunches.

“How’s that feel?” Sally asked.

Julie immediately noticed how different it felt to be back in a dry diaper. This once seemed a bit more snug then last time, which made it feel even better.

“Perfect mom,” Julie said as she glanced down at the white diaper between her legs. “It seems to feel a tiny bit better actually. Like it fits better than the last one or something.”

“Well, I am a little out of practice when it comes to diapering you, so I am not surprised to hear that. But it’s starting to come back. By tomorrow and I imagine this will become routine for me again. Well, you’re all set. I need to get back to the kitchen and make sure nothing is burning. Why don’t you come down and set the table for me?”

“Sure mom.” Julie remarked as she hopped down from the changing table. Sally had just about made it to the door when Julie asked her a question.

“Mom, can I put my pants back on now? Or do I have to go around in just a diaper still?”

Sally looked at her daughter and paused to think.

“Well honey, part of it is that I need to remember to check your diaper and seeing it really helps. And honestly it’s really hard to check your diaper when you are wearing pants. They are too tight to really be able to check you like I need to and you can’t take them on and off easily, so I’d really prefer it if you didn’t wear them.”

“Well, what if I wear something like some boxers?” Julie suggested “They are loose and stretchy enough that it shouldn’t be a problem to check me. And if you need to take them off it only takes a second.”

“That’s not a bad idea honey.” Sally stopped and thought for a second. “Tell you what, for the time being let’s stick with just diapers. Give me a day or two to get used to you being in diapers again and having to check you and then we can see about some boxers. OK?”

Julie let out a sign. It was better then nothing. “OK.”

Julie’s diaper crinkled loudly as the two of them walked back to the kitchen. Julie started to set the table as her mom checked on the progress of dinner. By the time Julie finished setting the table, Ted had finished mowing the lawn and came back inside. Julie started to get a bit nervous. She suddenly felt extremely self conscious about wearing just a diaper. What would her dad say?


Re: The Trying Policy

Chapter VI

When Julie got down to the kitchen, her dad was there washing his hands. From the looks of him, he had just finished mowing the grass. He saw Julie come in.

“Hey there kid-o, how did the speech go today?”

Julie wondered how he was going to react to seeing her wearing just her shirt and diaper, but he seemed to be acting like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“It went fine dad.”

“Well, looks like you and mom talked this morning. Guess I’ll need to remember to check your diaper from time to time.” Ted said as if talking about the weather.

Julie realized that this was the first time her dad had said anything at all about this whole little diaper experiment she had started. She was partly astonished and partly relieved to note that he had just said that with his normal matter of factness. Julie was about to answer, when her mom beat her to it.

“You and me both Hon. I just changed her though, so she should be ok until bedtime I think. Dinner is just about ready, so why don’t you two wash up and sit down.”

Julie and her dad did just that. She still felt a bit awkward wondering around the house in her diaper. This diaper seemed to crinkle even more than the last one.

A few minutes later they were all sitting down. After dinner, Julie headed up to her room to start working on her homework. She plowed through her biology chapter, and then started the small math assignment she had. She was about halfway done when she remember to call Becky.

Julie got up and walked over to the phone. On the way, she noticed that she needed to go to the bathroom. She naturally started walking in that direction and made it about 5 steps before she remembered. She stopped dead in her tracks as her memory told her ‘I’m not allowed to go there.’ It was a very strange feeling indeed.

Julie needed to go to the bathroom, and it wasn’t to pee. She looked again at the bathroom. Then she turned and looked back to her room. Julie suddenly started to worry. After another moment, she turned around and walked back into her room closing the door behind her.

She started wondering what she had done. The need to go began to build. She started pacing the room, not sure what to do. She saw the phone and decided to call Becky. She was stalling, and she knew it.

Becky picked right up. The two of them chatted for a few minutes, and then got down to business. Becky and Julie had a long agreement: Julie helped Becky with math, and Becky would help Julie with English. It worked out really well, as they each had their strong points academically. Unfortunately for Julie, Becky didn’t need much help tonight. Sooner than Julie had hoped for, Becky said goodnight and hung up. Julie found herself alone in her room again, needing to go more than when she had started talking to Becky.

She sat down on her bed. She knew what had to happen, but couldn’t believe that she had to do it. Julie started to wonder if she might have made a big mistake. It was bad enough to have to wet your pants, but what about…. ‘Why didn’t I think about this’? Julie thought to herself. She had intentionally pushed the idea from her mind when her mom had laid down the rules. ‘Why do I always ignore the bad things?’ she asked herself. 'I can’t believe I am going to have to…. The thought was so strange, so crazy that Julie couldn’t even bring herself to say it to herself. But she knew all too well that it wasn’t going to go away. 'There’s no way. I couldn’t actually…. Again she found herself unable to say it.

Julie started to get really worried. Her stomach started doing flips and she finally realized she was breathing really quickly. ‘OK, get a hold of yourself already!’ she thought. She stood up and took a long breath. She took another and started trying to think positively.

‘OK, what’s done is done’ Julie thought to herself. She started actually talking, muttering really, to herself. “I should have thought about this, but I didn’t and, well, now it’s too late. So what am I going to do, freak out about it? No. No, that’s not going to help. What does dad say about this stuff, “Learn to accept the consequences of your actions.” Well, I know what has to happen, and it’s not like I can put it off forever.”

Julie took a look at the clock, and saw that it was already 9:00. Her parents would be going to bed soon. Her mom had told her dad that she should be ‘ok’ until bedtime, so that probably meant that somebody would check her diaper before they went to sleep.

“Well, in that case, I would be better off going now. I mean, I don’t want to go after they check me and head to bed.”

In Julie’s mind a little trail started taking place. On the one side was some 12 years of potty training and avoiding “accidents” combined with the horror related to the thought of actually doing it. On the other side her body was telling her that she really needed to go and the unquestionable logic that if she was going to go it was better to go now, followed by the simple and undisputable fact that she didn’t have a choice anyhow. When she realized that it was not a matter of “if” but “when” the trail ended. The jury returned a unanimous verdict in favor of the only real option.

Julie took a deep breath and finally managed to say it. “I’m going to have to just poop my pants.” Just saying it seemed to help a tiny bit. She tried again, “That’s it, I’ll just poop my pants.” Julie took a deep breath and continued muttering to herself again. “Poop my diaper actually.” Julie corrected herself. “Good point. I am not wearing any pants. I’m wearing a diaper, and people expect you to poop in your diaper. Heck I don’t even have a choice really.” There was no denying that that much was true. ‘It’s not like I’m about to ruin my favorite pants or do anything wrong or bad.’ she thought to herself as she turned and looked at the girl wearing a diaper in the mirror. She signed and accepted her fate. ‘All right. No sense in waiting, let’s get it over with’.

Julie actually realized that she couldn’t hold back much longer anyway. If she hadn’t been wearing a diaper, she would be pretty much running for a bathroom by now. She took a deep breath and tried to think how to best go about this. Should she sit down like she was on the toilet? She looked at her desk chair. It only took two seconds before she realized that wouldn’t really work.

She turned around and saw her changing station. Seeing the stacks of clean diapers helped her remember that dirty diapers all eventually get changed, and clean ones get put on. Maybe this wasn’t as big of a deal as she was making it out to be. She decided to just do it right there.

And so, standing there in her room, looking at her new changing station Julie filled her diaper for the first time in well over a decade. She had no idea what to expect, but even still, the sensation surprised her. That same surreal detached feeling came over her as things started happening. It seemed as if someone placed a balloon in her diaper and slowly inflated it. The balloon started off very small, and then began to push against her diaper. When the diaper ran out of room, the balloon began to force her cheeks apart slightly. The balloon grew quickly, spread out over part of her bottom and then stopped.

Julie felt a lot better. First and foremost, the need was gone. But perhaps more importantly, it had not been as bad as she thought it was going to be. ‘In fact’ she thought ‘it really wasn’t that big of a deal at all.’

With everything finally finished, Julie come out of her fog, and she realized that she was standing in the middle of her room. She still had a couple of math problems left. She tried to walk over to her desk. The load in her diaper felt a bit awkward, and she kind of waddled. When she got there, she realized that sitting down wasn’t going to be a good idea. She decided to try lying down on her bed, so she grabbed her book and waddled over. She managed to lie down on her stomach without any problems, but found that she needed to spread her legs apart a bit to get comfortable.

‘I just hope somebody checks my diaper soon.’ She said as she tired to get back into her math assignment.

Luckily for Julie, about 15 minutes later her mom opened the door and walked in. Julie looked up from her math book and was about to say that she needed to be changed, when she remember what her mom had said earlier. She kept quite.

Sally had been planning on checking her daughter’s diaper. She would be heading for bed soon, and she wanted to make sure Julie’s diaper was clean before she did so.

“Hey honey,” Sally said as she walked over to the bed. “I’m going to head for bed soon, so I just wanted to check you diaper one last time.” She was about to put her hand on Julie’s bottom to check, when she realized that wouldn’t be necessary. Sally knew a dirty diaper when she smelled one.

“Uh-oh.” Sally said in a tone Julie hadn’t heard her mom use since her little 5 year old cousins had visited. “I think I smell a dirty diaper. Did somebody poop their pants?” Sally looked at Julie and waited for an answer.

Julie was a bit surprised to hear her mom talk to her like that. It took her a few seconds before she figured out that her mom was waiting for her to answer the question, and then another few to figure out what to say.

“Uh, yea I … I did.” Julie finally managed.

“Well,” Sally continued in the same cooing tone “that’s ok honey. Good thing you’re wearing a diaper, or you might have made a real mess.” She paused, then walked over to the changing and patted the plastic covered mattress. “Let get you changed. Come on hop up.”

Julie slowly got up and waddled to the changing table. Why was her mom talking to her like she was 5? And what was she talking about with this whole ‘real mess thing’? Her mom made it sound like she would have pooped herself even if she wasn’t wearing a diaper.

She hopped up and proceeded to lie down. Her mom grabbed the baby wipes, set them down next to Julie’s stomach, and started taking off the tapes of her diaper. Her mom pulled the front of the diaper down and slid the diaper out from under her. Then a baby wipe came out and did some work. Suddenly, everything stopped.

“You know what honey?” Sally asked, using her normal voice again. “Why don’t you hop in the shower real quick? It’s really better for you to wash off. We don’t want you getting a diaper rash.”

Julie hopped down from the changing station and headed for the shower. She normally showered before she went to bed, so this was pretty much the same as any other night. As she was showering off, she heard to toilet flush from her mom and her dirty diaper. As her mom walked by on the way out of the bathroom she said. “When you finish your shower, brush your teeth and then I’ll come back up and get you diapered and ready for bed.”

Julie never liked long showers, and about 10 minutes later she found herself on her back, staring at the small glow in the dark stars on the ceiling while her mom diapered her. Sally had put an extra thick layer of nursery jelly, saying it was important since her diaper might be wet for a while during the night. Julie stopped staring at the stars and looked down as her mom pulled the diaper up between her legs and started taping it into place. When the tapes were all fastened, Sally ran her fingers just inside the leg openings to make sure the diaper wasn’t bunched up. As she did this, she looked at Julie and said “Just making sure the leg gatherers are facing the right way. We don’t want you to leak during the night.” Julie was about to get up, but before she started to move her mom asked her another question. “Which pajamas do you want tonight? Penguins or cows?”

Julie wasn’t a crazy a fashion girl, but she did take great pride in her collection of pajamas. She loved wearing them, and always picked out the cutest patterns she could find. Julie preferred the two piece sets, she never really liked wearing “nities.” They were all of a soft cotton or flannel material that felt extra snuggly on cold mornings. Usually they were some pastel color, typically pink or blue but sometimes yellow or even white, and they always had some kind of cute animal too. Her current favorites were a blue pair with ice skating penguins, and a pink set with dancing cows.

“Penguins” Julie said, sounding more like an excited 6 year old girl than herself.

Sally turned around and opened the top drawer of the dresser. She fished around for a second and then pulled out the pajamas. She slipped the pants over Julie’s feet and pulled them up and then over the diaper. Then Sally handed the top to Julie.

“I only handle the pants. You’re in charge from the waist up.” She said with a wink.

Julie sat up on the crinkling plastic changing pad, and slipped off her shirt. She pulled the pajama top over her head, and hopped down to the ground. Her diaper came up past the top of her pajama pants, and the top didn’t come down much farther than her belly. As such, there was about an inch of white diaper that was there for all to see.

Sally took a look at her daughter and said to herself that despite being 15 years old, Julie still looked like a really cute toddler. The diaper didn’t even seem all that out of place with the pajamas. She reached down and firmly patted her daughters diapered behind.

“Night sweetie. I’ll be sure to check your diaper in the morning, and I expect it to be wet. I know you usually use the bathroom in the night, so just go ahead. I don’t want you getting sick cause you tried to hold it too long.”

Julie knew her mom was right. She had had problems wetting the bed when she was younger. It wasn’t until she learned to wake up in the night that she managed to stay dry.

“OK mom, I will.”

“Night sweetie, I love you.” Sally said as she closed the door.

Julie took a look at the clock and decided to head for bed. The couple of math problems left could wait until class the next day. As she went to turn out the light she stole a glance at herself in the mirror. The pajamas looked ever cutter with her diaper showing she decided. She turned and looked at herself from the back. Her bottom did look a bit bigger, but the top of her diaper made it obvious why. ‘Much cutter’ she said to herself as she turned out the light.

Julie diaper crinkled loudly as she walked to bed and climbed in. As she lay there she noticed how the diaper felt snug and secure. Her last thoughts as she drifted to sleep were of the glowing stars on the ceiling.


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