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I probably think far too much for my own good about Foxy, but today would of been his 23rd birthday. I miss him. I'm trying my best to have a good day, because I doubt he'd want me upset over him on a day that would have been celebratory if he was still living. Just a reminder for those that are suicidal right now - people do care about you. I know how that might sound like a bold faced lie from a complete stranger, meaningless and worthless when you feel so consumed by the dark. It is true, though. I've been there, too, so I know first hand. Please hang on. Life will get better. To my Foxy - I love you, dude. I know it might sound silly to say because I've never loved you in the romantic sense, but you were and are my brother in my heart. We had our fights, especially when we were roommates, but ultimately we had good times. I hope you think so too. I miss you. Happy birthday. ~ moogle

I yawned and stretched as I slowly began opening my eyes. It was morning. Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I knew I would have to get up and get ready for school soon. I thought about going back to sleep before my alarm rang but I was already awake. As my eyes adjusted to the morning sunlight, I began to remember what happened the night before. At first, I tried to tell myself that it was all a bad dream but as I became more awake, I remembered that it was very real. I guess the silver lining was that she didn't really seem mad about it. I sighed, remembering that Miss Collins would be at my house yet another night and I would be in a diaper once again. Instantly, I remembered the thing around my waist and moved my hand down to check myself. As I sat up in bed, I could feel I was still dry. TOTALLY dry. I smiled slightly. If nothing else, I could start my day off right by showing Miss Collins that my accident last night was a fluke- that I wasn't some helpless baby who had accidents all the time or even NEEDED to wear these dumb things. I climbed out of bed and began walking downstairs, being careful to pull my shirt down to cover my diaper... I knew Miss Collins would have to look at it to confirm it was dry but I didn't want her seeing me diapered for a second longer than she had to. I looked down the hallway but I didn't see her. The guest bedroom door was open though so she must have been awake. "Miss Collins?" I asked hesitantly "In here." I heard her voice say. I slowly walked down the hall to find her standing in the bathroom, staring into the mirror, doing some finishing touches on her make up. She was wearing a white turtle neck and a pair of tight jeans. Her golden blonde hair looked as beautiful as ever hanging around her shoulders. The bathroom door was open but I poked my head around the corner trying to hide what was below my waist. For a moment, she seemed to ignore me, staring straight into the mirror focused on her make up. She then put her supplies into a small bag and zipped it closed before turning to me with a friendly smile. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?" she asked. "Oh, uh, fine. You?" I said. "Just fine, your guest bed is really comfy. So... did you keep your diaper dry last night?" she asked. "Um, yeah." I said. "Lets see." she said stepping out of the bathroom. I slowly and awkwardly lifted by t shirt so she could see my diaper. She stared at it for a second or two and then, to my surprise, she felt the outside covering of my diaper before sliding two fingers along the perimeter of my diaper's leg band. As her fingers grazed my bare thigh, I got goosebumps. It tickled a little but, more than that, it was just awkward. It couldn't have lasted more than 5 seconds but it felt like a lot longer. "Okay, you're all dry... just toss that in your diaper genie when you take it off, okay?" she said matter of factly. I nodded, turning to walk back to my room. I don't know what it was about her response that bothered me. There was a total lack of emotion there. I guess I just expected a "good job" or "congrats" or something. Part of the reason was that I guess I always pictured last night as being my final night of D.R.I. so, I guess I always pictured that morning would be kind of a celebratory atmosphere as if Miss Collins would say "good job!" or "no more diapers for you!" or something... and I guess, after last night, there would be no reason for her to show any enthusiasm. It was like she had said, 'you did what you were supposed to do' and there was no reason for encouragement. "Tommy!" she hollered as I began going up the stairs. "What?" "I'm heading to school in 15 minutes. If you don't mind being a little early for your first class, I could give you a ride. Its right on my way." "Yeah.... sure." I said. "Okay, good. But you need to be ready in 15 minutes, okay?" I nodded. I really didn't want to spend anymore time with Miss Collins after last night but a ride to school was too good to pass up. I didn't have a car. I ripped the tapes open and tossed by old diaper into the diaper genie. Even when I was dry, my mom didn't like me wearing the same diaper 2 nights in a row. The tapes wore out, the fit wasn't good enough, she had dozens of reasons why. Whatever. I pulled on a pair of red boxer briefs, trying to tell myself that TONIGHT when she diapered me, I'd have more dignity than I did with my whitey tighteys the previous night. I was a little annoyed by the fact that I still smelled a little like baby powder. Miss Collins had used a lot when she changed me last night. I could feel the particles in my underwear. It was strange. I thought about showering but there wasn't enough time. I climbed into the passenger seat of Miss Collins car and we left. I didn't say much to her. I couldn't bare to look at her, let alone talk to her after what happened last night. For a second, I thought about telling her I'd wet my diaper on purpose. I thought about telling her that I'd just been embarrassed about her seeing me naked again. I thought about begging her not to tell my mom about what happened. I clung to some distant hope a confession like that might really make last night my LAST NIGHT of D.R.I. The worst part about it was that, even if I said all those things, she might not even believe me! She might think it was just a ploy to get out of wearing diapers again tonight. I wrestled with the idea for a while before finally deciding not to tell her. Even if she believed me, she would probably be mad. After all I peed in my diaper on purpose when I could have easily made it to the bathroom and then SHE had to change my gross wet diaper. Yeah, she would DEFINITELY be mad if she knew. In a strange sort of way, I was actually better off letting her think it was an accident. At least now she had some sympathy for me. It would probably be a lot better for her to think I was just a kid with a tiny bladder that I couldn't always control rather than a weirdo who wet himself on purpose. "TGIF, right?" she said with a warm smile as she pulled up to the high school. "Oh... yeah... Friday..." I mumbled. "I've got a little work to do but I should be back at your house by 3:30, okay?" "Okay." "Have a good day." she said as I got out of the car and grabbed my backpack. School was boring and uneventful as usual. I was late for my second class because I had to run to the bathroom. Typical. It was worth it though because I really had to pee and I wasn't going to risk having an accident while I was wide awake... at least not a second time! I was dreading going home but I knew that Sarah would be home and hopefully that would make it less awkward. Plus, we would probably use the money mom left to go out to eat. No complaints there! I saw Sarah in the hall just before my last class. "Hey how was the meet?" I asked. "Fine, how was last night?" Sarah asked. "Don't ask." I said. "Oh, come on! It couldn't have been that bad. What happened? Did you embarrass yourself in front of your one true love?" she said with a giggle. "What?" I asked suspiciously. I had never told anyone I had a crush on Miss Collins in 8th grade... or the fact that I still did. "I'm just kidding, Tommy." "Yeah... but... why did you call her that?" "I dunno... because you like her? Duh." Sarah said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "How did you-" "Come on, Tommy its so obvious. You always talked about how great her class was. You totally started blushing when you saw her at the Christmas party last year. And I wasn't crazy about her staying with us either and I totally agree with your point that we're adults and stuff but you just pitched such a fit when you found out." "That was just because I didn't want her to know about my di.... I mean... you know." I said, lowering my voice to make sure no one else in the halls heard me. "Whatever. You're crushing on her and... its cute." said Sarah with another giggle. I sighed, knowing there was no way to deny it. "Wait, does mom know that I... you know... liked her?" I asked. "Yeah, she knows. Look, I gotta get to class. I'll see you when I get home." Before I could say anything else, Sarah took off. I couldn't believe it. If my mom knew, then she might have told Miss Collins. THAT would be embarrassing. But even if she did tell Miss Collins, it probably would have been years ago. When I was an 8th grader, she probably would have just laughed it off. Still, if thats what she thought now, I'd be mortified. She hugged me yesterday when she came in the front door... so she couldn't have felt too awkward. I hoped Sarah wouldn't be going out with her friends tonight. It wasn't that I really needed the company. With D.R.I. I got used to staying on home on Friday nights... it was better than risking my friends finding out about my diapers. But I wanted Sarah there tonight because I just didn't want to be left alone with Miss Collins again. As I walked home, I pondered what this night might have in store for me. "Hello!" I shouted as I walked into my house. There was no answer. I sat down on the living room floor and plugged in my X box. It was the weekend and I had to do something to take my mind off of all the thoughts, anxieties, and possibilities that were swirling around in my head. Then I heard the front door open. "Sarah?" I said. "Yeah! Its me." she hollered. I tried to tell myself to relax. Miss Collins wouldn't be back for at least 20 minutes. A game of 'Halo' helped to take my mind off things as I stared at my TV screen. Sarah must have gone to her room. Whatever. I bit my lip as I heard the front door open again, knowing exactly who it was. "Oh, hey, how was your day?" I heard Miss Collins ask. "Fine." I said, trying to keep my eyes fixed on the TV screen. "Is your sister home?" she asked. "Yeah." Just then, my sister walked out into the living room. "Hey, Miss Collins." said Sarah. "Hi Sarah, I haven't seen you in ages. How was your meet?" asked Miss Collins as she leaned in for a friendly hug. "Oh it was fine. Did you guys have fun hanging around here last night?" "Um... yeah... we managed okay... didn't we, Tommy?" "Yeah." I muttered, trying to ignore them as I focused on my game. Miss Collins then spoke a little quieter, pulling Sarah aside. It wasn't like I couldn't hear her but I think she knew I wasn't paying much attention to the two of them anyway. "The thing is... Tommy had a little accident last night." "Really?" said Sarah, sounding surprised. "Yeah." "I'm sorry, Tommy. That sucks." I didn't respond. "He was doing so well." Sarah continued. "I know... but I kind of wanted to have a little talk with Tommy about that so... do you think you could give us a little privacy?" "Oh, yeah, sure." said Sarah. "I do wanna catch up with you later though." said Miss Collins with a smile. "Tommy?" she said putting her hand on my shoulder. "What?" I said, eyes still fixed on the TV. "Could you pause your game for a second?" "Whats up?" I said. I was still in the middle of a level and I didn't want to pause it unless I absolutely had to. Plus, I didn't want to have to look her in the eye if I could avoid it. "Well, honey, I'd like your full attention." she said. "I'm listening." I said, desperate to avoid an awkward situation. "Tommy, do I have to unplug your game to get you to pay attention to me?" she said sternly. I sighed. There was no escape. I paused the game. "Thank you." she said. Turning to look at her, the first thing that caught my eye was the outline of her white bra through her shirt. It was barely visible but she was leaning right over me. She seemed to tower over me. "Why don't we have seat on the couch?" she said. I stood up and plopped down on the couch. She sat down next to me. "So I spoke to your mom today... I told her about your little accident last night." I just sighed. This was NOT what I wanted to talk about right now. It was the weekend. I just wanted to forget about D.R.I. for a few hours. I knew I screwed up but why did we have to dwell on it? "Your mom explained to me that you haven't wet yourself since you were 8 years old and it was a really rare occurrence. I told her we would take your temperature and make sure you weren't sick but your mom and I both agreed that, just to be sure, you should wear some protection." "Yeah... okay... whatever." I mumbled, staring at the ground. "Like I said last night, all I ask is that you be mature about this and be honest with me, okay?" "Yeah, okay." "So I want you to go upstairs, take off your pants and your underwear, and I'll be up to help you in a minute, okay?" "What? But its like 4 in the afternoon. Its the middle of the day." "I know, honey. And your mom told me to tell you that this isn't going to be a regular thing. Its just for today. And if you stay dry, you can go right back to getting ready at 7, okay? We just want you to be protected in case anything happens." "But... I'm wide awake!" I protested. "I know, honey, but you were wide last night too. And if you weren't protected, you could have really hurt the carpet or the furniture. Its just for tonight, okay?" "This is so unfair!" I whined. "Sweetie, its just a few extra hours wearing them. Its not a big deal. So I want you to show me how mature you can be about this. I want you to go upstairs, run and go potty, and meet me in your room, okay?" I couldn't believe this was happening. Last night, I thought I would be done with diapers for today. Now, there I was getting put into them in the middle of the day! "Tommy... I'm not gonna ask you again. I know you like to argue your point but I'm in charge tonight. You're a cute kid but you're really not making things easy for me." I sighed, sensing that same stern tone of voice that I had heard earlier. I knew she meant business. Challenging her or arguing with her would get me nowhere at this point.... it would only make me look like an immature kid throwing a tantrum. I couldn't do it. I slowly got up and walked toward the stairs. As I stood peeing in my bathroom toilet, I still couldn't believe it had come to this. I was about to be put in diapers in the middle of the day because my mom and my babysitter were worried that I would have an accident. Sure enough, when I walked into my room, Miss Collins was standing right there with a folded diaper in her hand. "Okay, you know the drill." she said. I slowly began unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down. As I pulled my pants off, I noticed that Miss Collins wasn't even looking at me. She was staring at my supplies as she took out my baby powder and baby oil. I just stood there and watched her in disbelief as she unfolded my thick disposable diaper. "Well... what are you waiting for?" she said. I guess I must have looked kind of dumb standing there in my t shirt and boxer briefs. Everything was sitting on the bed, ready to go. It was too late for me to put on a baggier shirt. Even if I could have, I wouldn't have wanted Miss Collins to see me in just my underwear. True, she had already seen me half naked but standing in front of her in just my underwear would have been too weird. I pulled my t shirt down as I slipped off my underwear. "Hop up." she said patting the towel she had laid down on my bed. I laid down and slowly pulled my knees to my chest. I bit my lip, struggling not to get an erection as I felt her smooth hands rubbing in the baby oil... then the powder. "Okay... down." she said sliding the diaper underneath me. I breathed a sigh of relief as I sat my bare powdered butt down on the thick padding. My penis was only partially erect and it didn't stop her from quickly pulling the diaper closed, surrounding my genitals in the soft padding. She pulled the tapes into place one by one diapering me nice and snug. It was over. "Okay... all done." she said. I didn't move as I laid on my bed watching her put away my supplies. She then walked out of my room. I crawled up onto me and plopped down on my stomach, burying my face in my pillow. I laid in that position for several minutes... telling myself that I would stay like this for the rest of the day... the rest of the night... until Miss Collins left. After a few minutes, I heard Sarah and Miss Collins talking downstairs. I slowly got up and tiptoed toward my door. Trying to stay quiet in my bulky diaper was always a challenge. The rustling sound that it made with each step was always very loud. I just wanted to hear what they were talking about. I slowly and carefully sat down at the top of the stairs. "I had no idea... when you said he had an accident last night I just automatically thought that-" "I know, I was surprised too. I didn't want to embarrass your brother but I could tell he was walking funny and I knew your mom would at least want me to check him to make sure." "Yeah... well, I'm sure he'll be dry tonight." "I hope so. Your mom left us some money for dinner. I'd say we should go out but with Tommy's diapers... if he had to go, it would probably be impossible to untape him. It would probably be best to just order a pizza so he can stay close to the potty at all times, you know?" I had to stand up for myself at this point. I had already had pizza for lunch and I wanted a real meal at a real restaurant. Plus, leaving the house meant I'd be allowed to wear pants rather than walking around in my t shirt and diaper all night. I gave up on hiding at this point and began walking down the stairs. I knew that they heard the rustling of the plastic. Being in diapers usually meant that you could hear me coming a mile away. I pulled my shirt down as I walked into the living room, trying to look casual. "So what are we doing for dinner?" I asked. "Well, we were just talking about that. I think we'll order a pizza." said Miss Collins with a smile. "Ah, I had pizza for lunch. Can we go somewhere else?" I asked. "Well honey, if you need to use the potty while we're out, I won't be able to help you with your diaper. And I think after last night, it would be a good thing if you stayed where there is a potty nearby." "Well I can hold it for an hour." I said. "I don't know, honey." said Miss Collins. "Miss Collins, I know Tommy had an accident but he seems fine now and he's never had any problems holding it during the day. He'll be fine." said my sister, jumping in to defend me. Miss Collins was silent for a moment. She had a look on her face like she was deep in thought. "Are there any restaurants near your house, Sarah?" asked Miss Collins. "Yeah, theres an Italian place like 5 minutes away." chirped Sarah. "Well... okay." Sarah and I smiled. I think we both wanted more than just a pizza. "But Tommy, before we go, I want you to try and use the potty and then we'll find some pants for you, okay?" said Miss Collins. "But I don't have to go" I said. "Well... I'd like to try anyway... c'mon, I'll help you with your diaper. So Miss Collins led me back to my room. I laid down on my bed and she untaped my diaper. I awkwardly stood up, once again pulling my shirt down to cover myself. The whole thing was so stupid. Running around half naked like this was exactly what I'd been trying to avoid last night. So much for that. I told her I didn't have to go to the bathroom so I basically just stood there for a few seconds before flushing the toilet and turning on the sink, pretending to wash my hands. As I walked into my room, I saw Miss Collins kneeling down by my bed. A pair of shiny, light pink, satin panties peeked out above her tight jeans as she knelt down. I just stared at her butt for a moment. Without my loud diaper on, she hadn't heard me walk in. After a few seconds, she turned around and looked at me. "Well? What are you waiting for? C'mon, the sooner we get you taped up, the sooner we can go eat." she said. I nodded, walked over to the bed, laid down, and grabbed my knees. I sat my butt down on the diaper and she pulled it closed again, taping it shut, sealing my fate. "Where are my jeans?" I asked as I sat up. Miss Collins didn't answer. She must have taken them to the hamper after she diapered me. She opened my dresser and started looking through it. I guess I really had lost all privacy. Its not as if her seeing my clothes or underwear should have bothered me. She pulled out a pair of sweat pants and tossed them to me. "Can I wear my jeans?" I asked, desperate to conceal the sound of my diaper. "These are better. I know you never usually have accidents during the day but if we need to change you, these will be a lot easier." she said. A few times when I'd left the house after 7, I had worn jeans. They didn't totally eliminate the sound but they worked a lot better than sweat pants which wouldn't conceal anything. I sighed, not wanting to argue as I stepped into the sweats and slid them up around my puffy rear end. I couldn't believe it when I saw Miss Collins pull a new diaper out from its package and grab the tub of wipes as we walked out of the room. I looked around my neighborhood nervously as we walked to her car. I hoped no one would notice the items in her hand which she made no effort to conceal. Sarah grabbed the front seat and I rode in the back of the car. That was just the way I wanted it. I was still too shy to look at Miss Collins. She opened the back door and set the folded diaper on the back seat along with the baby wipes. So I got a firm reminder of my diapers as we drove to the restaurant. Luckily, it was a short trip. When we pulled into the parking lot, I took a deep breath as I got out of the car. While Sarah and Miss Collins didn't say anything, every step I took was accompanied with that familiarly loud rustling of plastic. I instantly regretted suggesting that we go out to eat. What if someone could tell that I was wearing a diaper? Every other time I went out in public with a diaper on, I had studied my butt in the mirror before leaving. A pair of baggy jeans made it impossible to see the bulge under my clothes, even though my diaper still made a little sound. And it was always at night too. That was an added bonus. NOW, not only was the sound excruciatingly loud but I didn't even get a chance to look at my butt. Maybe there was a bulge underneath? It was broad daylight and there was nothing to hide behind. Yeah... going out was really a bad idea. I tried to tell myself that there was literally NOTHING I could do about it now but that was of little comfort. I just wanted to sit down at our table. A friendly waitress grabbed out menus and took us to our table. Luckily, the music in the restaurant was pretty loud so my diaper wasn't as easy to hear. I tried to look nonchalant even when the waitress glanced back at me. She must have heard the sound but I'm not sure if she knew it was coming from me. Thankfully, she didn't say anything. My heart was pounding by the time we sat down. CLOSE CALL. I thought I was safe after sitting down at the table. So much for that! Another awkward moment came as we ordered. "I'll have a doctor pepper." I said. "Honey, I don't think thats a good idea." said Miss Collins. "Why not?" I asked absent mindedly. "I think you know why not." she said. My heart instantly sank as this awkward exchange took place right in front of our young waitress. "Just water" I said, eager to leave it at that. We enjoyed our meals and, for a moment, I even forgot about what was under my clothes as I devoured a delicious chicken pasta. As luck would have it, as we finished the last of our food, the urge to pee began sneaking up on me. I suddenly wished I had tried to pee when we were back at the house. Now I'd have to wait. I'd been quiet most of the night and Miss Collins had been caught up talking with my sister. I didn't pay much attention to what they were saying but I was getting anxious to leave. At least the ride home would be short, I told myself. I didn't want to reveal that I had to pee until we got home but I couldn't help but look around for our waitress. When was she going to bring the check? I smiled when, after what seemed like FOREVER, she finally came back with the check. Miss Collins said 'thanks' but she seemed to caught up talking to Sarah to pay much attention to the check. I couldn't wait forever. I figured, this time, honesty was the best policy. "Uh... Miss Collins." "What is it, sweetie?" "I um... have to go to the bathroom." I said quietly. "Oh... okay, sure, absolutely. Let me just pay." she said reaching into her purse to pull out her billfold. She quickly counted out the money and put it down. With that, we all got up and walked out. I cringed hoping on one heard my diaper as we walked out of the restaurant and back to the car. As luck would have it, there were 2 huge speed bumps straight ahead as we drove away. Miss Collins slowed down for them as much as humanly possible. BUMP! I managed to hold on as we went over the first one. The second one was too much. A small squirt of pee escaped into my diaper. I quickly thrust my hands between my legs with a gasp. I made eye contact with Miss Collins as she looked back at me through the rearview mirror. "You okay?" she asked. "Yeah... fine... just... gotta go." I said. "Okay, sweetie, just hang on. We'll be home in 5 minutes." I kept telling myself it wasn't a full blown accident. I barely peed at all and it was instantly absorbed into my diaper. I felt totally dry now. It definitely wasn't enough to show up in a diaper check. Still... I had to hold on. "My friend Krista texted me and wants to hang out... she said she'd give me a ride. Is that okay?" asked Sarah. "Absolutely but your curfew is 11:30 so don't think you can stay out any later just because your mom's gone." said Miss Collins. "Okay, fine... how bout you, big brother? You're not gonna get too bored without me tonight, are you?" asked Sarah glancing back at me. I wanted to beg my sister to stay. I hated the idea of being alone with Miss Collins again but I couldn't say anything with her in the car. Maybe I could pull her aside and ask her to stay when we got home. I was actually looking forward to hanging out with Sarah. She could be a pain sometimes but we really did get along better than the average brother and sister. Once in a while she would stay home with me on Fridays and watch TV with me. I think she felt sorry for me having to stay home in diapers every night. D.R.I. really killed my social life. I tried to hold on as we hit every single red light. The 5 minute car ride was inching closer to 10 minutes with all the rush hour traffic. As we turned into my neighborhood, I lost my fight. My diaper quickly began swelling as it flooded with warmth. I squirmed and tried crossing my legs but it didn't do any good. "Are you okay, Tommy?" asked Miss Collins, looking back at me in the rearview mirror again. "Uh... yeah..." I said nervously. "Just hold on, sweetie, we're almost home." she said. 'Too late' I thought. Miss Collins pulled into the driveway to make sure I'd be that much closer to the house. She quickly hopped out of the car and ran over to unlock the front door. Sarah slowly got out of the car, paying no attention to me. She was still texting. I was glad she went inside. I didn't want her seeing me like this. I just sat in the car staring at the floor as if to deny the reality of my situation... I hadn't even taken off my seatbelt yet. Miss Collins quickly noticed and walked back over to the car, opening the back door. "Tommy, c'mon, lets get you untaped so you can run and go potty." she said. I said nothing. "Sweetie, whats the matter?" she asked. "I um... uh... kind of... already went." I said quietly, still staring at the floor of the car. "Oh... honey, what happened?" she asked. "I dunno. I just... I held it as long as I could and..." I really felt like crying at this point. I didn't know what to do. "Sweetie, its okay... you're not in trouble... it was... it was an accident.... come on, come inside." she said. I slowly got out of the car and, to my surprise, Miss Collins wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug. With the heels she was wearing, she seemed extra tall. I rested my head on her shoulder. Her perfume smelled incredible. I didn't want to let go. I couldn't believe this beautiful women was holding me in her arms... and there I was... standing there, on the verge of tears, in a very soggy diaper. I quickly tried to regain my composure. As badly as I wanted to, I actually didn't shed a single tear. "I'm not mad, honey. You were honest with me and you told me when you had to go. It was an accident." I nodded. "Come on... lets get you changed." she said, taking my hand and leading me into the house. As she led me up the stairs, part of me resented her... but the other part of me really enjoyed the feeling of holding her hand. Part of me didn't want to let go. In her other hand, she carried with her the clean diaper and baby wipes that she had taken with us. When we arrived in my room, she let go of my hand and walked over to my dresser. She picked up the baby powder and knelt down in front of me. "Just let me take care of everything... its okay." she said gently pushing my shoulders back until I was laying down. I closed my eyes as I felt her ripping the tapes and opening my diaper. "Legs." she said. I grabbed my legs. She slid the soggy garment out from underneath me. I flinched a little, feeling the ice cold wipes on my butt... then on my balls. It was too much. The tickling of the baby powder followed by the feeling of her smooth hands rubbing it in was just too much for me. By the time I sat my butt down on the diaper, I was fully erect. I opened my eyes and saw Miss Collins looking down at me with an awkward look on her face. It wasn't disgust necessarily. It wasn't anger. In fact, she looked like she might be trying to contain laughter. She was holding the front of the diaper in her hands but made no move to pull it closed. I was mortified. "Um... sweetie, I know you're an 18 year old boy and... this is... natural but um..." Just then, she was interrupted by the sound of my sister shouting. "Krista's here! I'm gonna head out." she said. Miss Collins walked out of my room and shouted back to her. "Okay but remember, 11:30. I'm gonna stay up to make sure you're home on time." she said. "Okay, no problem. Thanks, Miss Collins!" Luckily, my erection was beginning to subside. When she came back into my room, Miss Collins took note of this and quickly pulled my diaper closed taping it up snugly again. "See? Don't you feel better now that you're dry again." she said with a smile. I just sighed. "Okay, well, I'm gonna check my email real quick. I'll be downstairs." she said, leaving my room. I crawled further up onto my bed, plopping down on my stomach again. This time, I definitely wasn't leaving my room! Miss Collins would probably want to check my diaper or something next time she saw me. Who could blame her? 2 accidents in 2 days- while I was wide awake. At this point, it must have been like caring for a toddler. Closing my eyes, I thought back to how it felt to be in her arms... the smell of her perfume... the precious glimpses I saw of her underwear. She was so sexy. I started massaging the front of my diaper again. Doing this helped me feel a little better until my hand cramped up. The padding of my diaper was so thick, it was impossible to get any real enjoyment out of it. After a minute or so, I just gave up. All this tension and no way to relieve it. I sighed, burying my face in my pillow again. It was too early to go to bed but all I wanted to do was end this day! Just then, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I kept my face in my pillow. I heard a knock on the doorframe... Miss Collins hadn't bothered to shut the door when she left. "Little early for bed isn't it?" she said. "I wanna be alone." I said in a muffled voice. I was caught off guard when I felt Miss Collins sitting down on the bed next to me. She put her hand on my shoulder. "Come on, Tommy. Don't let this ruin your night. It was just an accident." I said nothing. I just wanted her to leave. I couldn't bare the thought of her sitting so close to me. And I knew that my shirt wasn't long enough to cover my diapered butt. She most likely had a crystal clear view of my puffy rear end. She then began gently stroking my back. "Its gonna be a boring Friday night for both of us if you spend all night in your room pouting." she said. I said nothing. She continued stroking my back. "Now Tommy... I know what teenage boys do when they're alone in their rooms but... you have company tonight and I think your time would be better spent doing something that we can both enjoy. C'mon. Lets watch a movie. I'll let you pick." It took me a second to process this last comment. Did she know what I had been doing? My bedroom door had been open the entire time. She must have heard the sound of my diaper rustling when I was massaging myself. But how could she possibly know what I was doing just by hearing that sound? Maybe she didn't really KNOW anything... maybe she was talking about something else. Either way, it was embarrassing to think, on top of everything else, she KNEW what I had been doing... or trying to do. With a sigh, I rolled over, pulling my t shirt down over my diaper. Miss Collins gently grabbed my hand. "Sweetie, you're gonna stretch out your shirt if you keep doing that. I already know you wear diapers, you don't have to be so nervous all the time. I know this might be hard for you to believe but I don't see you any differently. Diapers are just there to protect you just in case... for days like today. Your mom told me she took you to the doctor. As far as I'm concerned, wearing diapers for your accidents isn't any different from wearing a bandaid if you have a cut." "Could we... talk about something else?" "Sure, sweetie. What movie do you wanna watch?" she asked. "I don't know. Maybe you should pick." I said. "Okay but I'm warning you, it might be a chick flick. Your mom and Sarah have quite a collection down there." "Whatever" I said sitting up on my bed. "Come on." she said. I reluctantly followed her downstairs and plopped down on the couch. After the comment she made earlier, I couldn't just stay in my room. I caught another glimpse of her satin panties as she knelt down to put the DVD into the player. She then turned around and looked right at me. "What are you looking at?" she asked with a small smirk on her face. "Nothing... just the... TV" I said awkwardly. She stood up and pulled up her tight jeans slightly causing her underwear to disappear before sitting down on the couch next to me. She looked at me for a moment. "What?" I said. "What kind of conditioner do you use on your hair?" she asked. "Oh I, uh, usually just use shampoo." I said. Then, to my surprise, she reached out and stroked my hair a little. "Well it always looks so soft every time I see it. I bet the girls at your school love it." she said with a smile. "I uh... I guess." "Oh, come on. I bet you have lots of cute girls after you." she said. "Not really." "Do you have a girlfriend?" "No." I said. "Really? Thats a surprise. You're a cute kid" she said, tussling my hair a little. I wasn't sure what she was doing. I suspected she was just saying all this to give me a little ego boost. After all, it had been a rough day for me. But part of me wanted to think that maybe it was genuine. Her touch was so tender. The feeling of her stroking my hair was amazing. Talking to her, I forgot all about my accident earlier and the awkward change... I couldn't believe how relaxed she seemed. I would have thought she'd be running for the door after everything that had happened.

:'( stupid Fellow AB\DL's! They sold out of the larges, They are selling what they have left in single bags only. I was going to order a medium bag but then I saw the grand total (50 dollars for 10 diapers) and I came to my senses.....

I just looked through his profile. Really wild stuff. Paid $300 for a case of Dry 24/7. This post. The famous Diaper Cafe, and then wanted to know the legalities of hiring someone to change his diaper. He has only made one response in any of his post. The mommy in Utah is a little creepy. Definite slavery vibes for me as well.

You got yelled at by Mischa, this topic immediately warrants a win button!!!

"fucking retard?" really? because using this language sets you so far above the OP.

i am in madison i want to meet people in diapers

I'm really having trouble believing you. Are you trying to provoke a reaction, or is this the sort of thing that they warned me about in the introduction forum? Like always, I am tempted to answer even this seriously. But man, you really set an all time record for the stupidest thing I ever read, so I suppose it is a wasted effort. EDIT - darn, I can't give you negative rep points (vote down) for some admin reason. Consider this a temporary one until I can.

WOMEN WHO KNOW THEIR PLACE Barbara Walters, of 20/20, did a story on gender roles in Kabul , Afghanistan , several years before the Afghan conflict. She noted that women customarily walked five paces behind their husbands. She recently returned to Kabul and observed that women still walk behind their husbands. Despite the overthrow of the oppressive Taliban regime, the women now seem happy to maintain the old custom. Ms Walters approached one of the Afghani women and asked, 'Why do you now seem happy with an old custom that you once tried so desperately to change?' The woman looked Ms. Walters straight in the eyes, and without hesitation said, "Land mines". Moral of the story is (no matter what language you speak or where you go): BEHIND EVERY MAN, THERE'S A SMART WOMAN