pink nappies

Chapter 5 So far, house sitting for Rebecca’s parents had been going well. Heck, it was pretty easy work for the money I was getting paid, and living with Amy had actually been quite fun. But I was growing ever more conscious that I was letting time slip by me. You see, at this time I was still studying at university, and despite it being the start of summer I sure had a lot of work to prepare for the next semester. When I first accepted the job of house sitting I was looking forward to having some extensive paid free time, figuring that I could further my studies at my own leisure. So far I hadn’t even looked at the books relating to my course, though I knew that there would need to be a “getting familiar” period when I first moved in the house, and that I could use this time to just relax and get comfy before I started to work. Now I was starting to feel that I really should crack on, especially since Amy might need a little more looking after than I had previously thought. Not that I minded taking care of her; she seemed really interested in being friends and it was my job after all, but I felt that it might eat into my free time meaning the spare moments I did get needed to be even more productive. So there I sat; books and folders piled either side of me with my lap-top positioned surprisingly on my lap. I had to resist the urge to put the T.V on as back ground noise, because for all my good intentions it was always far too much of a distraction. Right, now I was ready to work. But no sooner had I switched on my lap-top and selected my first book, Amy walked in from having her shower. She was wrapped up tightly in a large fluffy towel dripping water as she went and leaving faint wet footsteps on the carpet. Her thin, shoulder length dark hair clung damply to the sides of her face. She shuffled into the middle of the room and, making no attempt to dry herself, stood there shivering slightly while she stared with a glazed expression at the blank T.V screen. After a few seconds of waiting in vain to see what Amy would do, I rolled my eyes before moving my lap-top over to one side. “Come here then.” I said reassuringly, and also rather rhetorically, since it was I who got up and went over to her. Amy was quite content to let me dry her with the towel; she just smiled up at me the whole time whilst shaking from the rubbing motion. After I was convinced that she was dry enough, and also a little warmer, I asked Amy is she had a hair dryer. It wouldn’t have mattered if she hadn’t since I never left home without mine, but she said she did, and after a brief flit back to her room Amy returned carrying a rather dated looking hair brush and dryer set and wearing a soft lilac bath robe. I spent the next fifteen minutes or so drying Amy’s hair while she sat on the floor in front of me watching the T.V. I have to admit it was pretty fun and reminded me of how Rebecca and I used to do each others hair at sleepovers. But it wasn’t helping me get my work done. “O.k. Amy, I think that should do it. What do you reckon?” “Yep, feels dry to me!” Amy replied, without even touching her hair. “What do you wanna do now?” I was really hoping that Amy wouldn’t ask this, but I guess I did suggest it first. Well, at least before she’d had her little accident. “Um, is it o.k if we call it a day? Only I kinda have some work I need to do. Sorry babe.” “Sure. I was getting into this T.V show anyway.” Despite her positive answer I could tell Amy was a little bit disappointed. I needed to do something to alleviate my guilt. “Are you hungry at all? I can make us dinner if you want.” “Its o.k, I was gonna make myself something a bit later. But thanks anyway.” I had to stop myself from asking Amy if she was capable of cooking for herself. “No problem. Um, I promise we’ll do something tomorrow o.k? How about it?” “Sure!” I knew this would pique her interest, but now I needed to come up with something fun to do. “We could go to the mall. Do you like going to the mall?” “Yeah! I love going to the mall! Mom lets me look around all the shops and stuff.” It was a stupid question, all girl love the mall. “Well that’s settled then. Tomorrow I’ll take you out.” The rest of the evening was dull at best. Having to do academic work over the summer sucks big time. Amy occasionally made things more interesting with a comment about what was happening on T.V, or by asking me about my work. I would always answer politely but briefly, so as not to start a conversation that would distract me, though the T.V was doing a good job of that. I could only really start working after I had sent Amy to bed, making me secretly glad at her early bed time. I knuckled down and managed to get an assignment half completed by the time I went to bed. I stayed up pretty late, but felt it was best to utilise the time while I was in the swing of things. I figured that I could always sleep in the next morning since I hadn’t planned on taking Amy shopping until the afternoon. Pleased with myself, I settled down in bed for what I expected to be a good night’s sleep. I was wrong. It became apparent at 8.30 the next morning that Amy had made other plans for our day. “Mio! Come on, wake up Mio!” “Wsrfr?” was my response. Not surprising since I’d had a disgracefully small amount of sleep. And it didn’t help that Amy was bouncing up and down on my bed. “You promised we could go to the mall today! Remember?” How could I forget? And while I was pleased that Amy was so excited, I was less than impressed at her timing. “Yup, guess I did, didn’t I?” Admitting defeat I slid myself up into a sitting position and tried to focus on Amy who was now kneeling on the bed in front of me. She was wide awake and grinning happily. She still had her pyjama top on but was not wearing a diaper, which I assumed meant that she’d soaked it during the night and had to change when she woke up. I just hoped that she wasn’t still in the early morning drowsiness stage, which as I remembered from my past baby sitting experiences was a prime time for accidents. Of course, this experience came from baby sitting children much younger than Amy, but I was sure the same logic applied. “Alright, just give me a few minutes to get ready and I’ll be right down. Have you had breakfast yet?” “Yep, I’ve been up for ages!” “Right, well get dressed and get ready to go. I won’t be long.” “Yay!” And with that Amy bounced off the bed and skipped out of the room. I had never seen anyone so happy to be going somewhere as simple as the mall. When I was her age, I was at the mall all the time with my own friends. Maybe Amy didn’t get to go that often? Or maybe she thought I was going to buy her something? The thought had crossed my mind, since I wasn’t so cruel as to take a teenage girl shopping and not get her anything. But more than that, I don’t know, there was just something about Amy that really made me want to spoil her. In truth I was really looking forward to finding something to get for her, almost as much as I was looking forward to going back to sleep now that she’d left the room… But no, I couldn’t do that to Amy. Peeling myself out of bed I stumbled towards the bathroom before heading downstairs for some breakfast. Amy must have heard me descending because I in turn heard her door open. With my lack of sleep I was still very much in the morning drowsiness stage, but unlike the accidents Amy might have, I almost had an even worse one. Walking through the kitchen I wasn’t looking where I was going, that is until I was about half an inch away from stepping on a soaking wet diaper. It was just lying there discarded on the kitchen floor, and there was no mistaking who it belonged to. “Amy?” I called, knowing that she wasn’t far behind me. “Uh-huh?” Amy replied, actually right behind me. “Um, what’s that?” “Oooops…” she giggled “I was eating my cereal when my diaper started to feel a bit cold so I took it off. I must have forgotten to move it, sorry.” “It’s… o.k.” I said rolling the diaper up and throwing it in the trash. I wasn’t angry, just a little surprised. It seemed like quite an unusual thing to do half way through your breakfast. I began wiping the floor with disinfectant around where the diaper had been, since it looked as though Amy had just undone the tapes and let it plop to the floor. I also gave the stool a wipe that she’d been sitting on, evident by the half empty bowl of cereal in front of it, because I wasn’t sure if Amy had then continued eating in her diaper-less wet behind. After my hurried cleaning I gave Amy a hug to show that it wasn’t her fault and that I wasn’t mad. I don’t think she quite understood my reasons, as she seemed oblivious to why I was cleaning and to the fact that she may have done wrong, but she appreciated the hug all the same. A good hour and a half after Amy had first woken me up we were ready to go. It was true that I would rather have had the hour and a half in bed but I was wide awake by this point so was slowly warming to Amy’s over excitement. It could easily have turned out to be a really fun day. Things started well, we arrived at the bus stop moments before the bus arrived. I did have my car with me, but it was a nice day and parking at the mall was a nightmare so we opted for public transport. Amy didn’t mind of course; I suspect she would have been happy to walk all the way there! The bus was largely empty so we had our choice of seats, and much to my surprise Amy didn’t sit next to me. Instead she took the seat in front and turned around so that we could talk, the way that cool kids do on the bus. Come to think of it, during the whole day I noticed Amy becoming slightly less child like and a little more like a typical teenager acting cool. But that was Amy; just when I thought I had her figured, she would go and surprise me. She still had slightly give-away Amy traits that often came out, such as pointing out “amazing” things that we passed on the bus and her unmistakable child like giggle, but I could tell she was enjoying feeling like two sisters going on a day out together.

I dont mind Ab/dl's one bit. Being around people who enjoy diapers is a big help in not getting worked up over my own As for the people who wish they were incontinent... I cant really say I've ever been offended. Its true that they dont understand the hardships, but then why would they? Im sure many would regret it afterwards but everyone should be free to make their own mistakes. Sometimes I even find it flattering when people take an interest in my incontinence and express envy

Amen to that! When I was younger it was far less of a big deal if someone noticed than it would be now. I think the stigma with diapers is that they are acceptable for babies and older people. Being a young adult in diapers can be very hard as your peers can be very cruel

Im inclined to believe her; partly because who am I to judge, but also because her situation sounds very much like my own. If it is real then I say good for her! Its always great to see other incontinent young people being positive about it Though I question her choice of diapers... goodnights and pull-ups do not stand up to a large wetting or messing one bit. Maybe I could teach her a few things?

Oh! I wear those I recommend them to anyone who needs plenty of nappies on a budget! Are you still wearing those Sunshine?

Well its been a long time since I tried my hand at story writing, but I've just been having so many idea's I had to get one down! Just a bit of a forword about content (which I've decided I like when stories have). This is a story set in our world. All major characters are female. It wont be particularly AB. It will definately not be sexual. My Best Friends House Chapter 1 Rebecca and I were best friends. I remember meeting her for the first time way back when we were very young, probably no older than four or five. It was the start of school and because our surnames are very close alphabetically we were made to sit next to each other in class. We didn’t become best friends straight away, since we both already had our own groups and at that age you just want to cling to familiarity. But as time went on our old friends slowly slipped away, either by circumstance or because we were just growing up into different people. Anyway despite this, or perhaps because of this, Rebecca and I seemed to grow closer and I slowly realised just how awesome she was. We got on so naturally; it was one of those friendships that are never cemented in words. I can not remember either of us ever acknowledging that we were best friends, it was just so obvious that it went without saying. At the complicated age of ten years old I remember staying at Rebecca’s house for the very first time. I was clearly scared because it was my first real sleep over, but her parents made me feel very welcome and we ended up having an awesome time. I don’t think any one realised it then, but it was the turning point in our friendship. My first sleep over with Rebecca quickly became a regular weekly occurrence for the next five or six years. Occasionally Rebecca would come over to my house, but more often than not I would go to hers because I got on with her parents so well. It didn’t take long for them to start joking that I was their third daughter, and in a way I think I really did consider them to be almost second parents. It was a nice feeling, and one that would last even after Rebecca and I moved on in our separate ways. I mentioned that Rebecca’s parents considered me their third daughter. As you may have guessed she did in fact have a younger sister. I vaguely remember her being born around the time that Rebecca and I met, and her name was Amy. She was mostly a quiet and shy girl, though of course to Rebecca and associated friends Amy was simply annoying. Our relationship was relatively civil, but I did not feel anywhere near as close to her as I did to Rebecca’s parents. This was largely due to the fact that since Rebecca was the older and considerably bigger sister, Amy was naturally very immature. Her attitude never improved a great deal, so it seemed that relative to her age Amy became even less mature as time went on. I knew little of Amy during the time I was frequenting Rebecca’s house, because we simply didn’t pay her much attention and Rebecca scarcely mentioned her. Now, this story takes place some years down the line when Rebecca and I were still good friends but I didn’t stay over like I used to. We were both older and simply didn’t have time to be playing girly sleep-over every week. However, I still had a fantastic relationship with her parents because by this time I was working in a bar that they regularly frequented. Hell, we probably got on better than we ever did and I talked to them about almost everything (perks of getting older I guess). It was no surprise to me then that I was the natural choice for a house-sitter when they suddenly announced they were going on holiday in the summer. I was surprised however; to learn later that it would in fact be only the two of them jet-setting to Spain for three weeks. “We just wanted a little time to our selves” Rebecca’s mom said “It has been so long” “But what about Rebecca?” I replied. It wasn’t that I didn’t want the job; I would be getting paid to sit around in a house for three weeks, I was just a little confused. “Rebecca will be away with her own friends” Well that explained that. Rebecca had said that she was going away with some of her new friends from college, but I was unsure of the exact dates and only realised later that it was probably deliberately timed. There was of course still one thing to address. “What about Amy?” At this point I had only seen Amy sporadically in the last few years and hadn’t spoken to her in as long, not that I ever spoke to her before. I had no idea how she was turning out, but she must have been of a lot older by now. “See, this is the thing… Amy will be staying at home” Clearly not of a mature age then, so this was going to be more of a baby-sitting than a house-sitting. Not that it changed a great deal. “To be honest, that’s the main reason we asked you to house-sit for us while we’re away” Of course, they couldn’t trust Amy on her own for three weeks. Quite straight forward really. “I hope it’s not a problem” “Oh no, not at all. I’m sure that would be fine” I know that sounded cliché and lame, but there was little all else I could say really. After all, I believed it to be true. “She really won’t be a problem for you. Amy’s old enough to do most things for herself; we’d just like you there to make sure she’s alright.” “Yeah that’s understandable, and it might stop her from being lonely all on her own” I helpfully tried to add. I think they liked it too. “Oh thank you Mio! I knew we could count on you” Now it needs to be said that memory can be a little sketchy, but this was pretty much how the conversation went. It probably had more “ums” and “ahs” and pauses, but the overall result was the same. I was going to be baby-sitting my best friend’s sister in my best friend’s house for three weeks on my own! Well it was a long time before summer, so I guess I had a while to get to know Amy a little before moving in. Unfortunately, I completely lost track of time and my life and before I knew it, the fateful day came around and I had to begin house-sitting without ever meeting Amy once. No biggie right? I mean, she was older now so it wasn’t like I’d need to be playing big sister, and besides, it would be a nice surprise for us both. Rebecca’s parent’s flight departed very late in the day so they would have to leave in the evening. Rebecca had already left earlier in the day so I was simply to arrive around eight thirty to go over some ground rules before her parents left me to get to know Amy. Or that was the plan anyway. On that very day I got a phone call at around six asking if I could come over right away since they needed to be at the airport early because of a change of flight. Well of course I was mostly packed but I still had a few things to get ready and it was a fair old drive from my house to theirs, so I just had to try and get there as soon as I could. By the time I arrived, her parents were practically walking through the door. They had just enough time to direct me towards the “rules notice” that was posted on the fridge door, and to tell me that Amy was out but would be back shortly. Obviously most of the major rules had been discussed long ago, such as emergency contacts, how to work things in the house, and of course payment. Once the holiday makers had successfully crammed everything into their small care and sped off without so much as a wave, I thought it might be a good idea to check out the house. The hallway had two doors at opposite ends to the front door; one which led into the kitchen and another into the living room. Obviously there was also a large stair case leading to the next floor. The kitchen was o.k, not very big and not the cleanest in the world, but it was easy enough to navigate and had a very walk-in walk-out feel to it. The living room on the other hand was a lot more to my liking. It was very spacious with modern décor and a large bay window at one end. It had a tasteful rug and my favourite feature of all; leather sofas! There were two in a lovely beige colour against perpendicular walls facing the TV which occupied the far corner of the room. Directly opposite the TV in between the two sofas was the door to the hallway. The only other room on the ground floor was a small, bare dining room that only adjoined the living room. It looked like it was purely used for laundry since the huge dining table (which took up most of the room) was piled with clothes. Upstairs was not a great deal more interesting. The bathroom was the first door at the top of the stairs, Rebecca’s parents had the next room along and the slightly smaller room further down belonged to Rebecca. Since she was going to be away for the whole three weeks I would naturally be staying in her room, so I took this opportunity to bring some of my stuff in. Having been in this room like a million times before I knew it inside out, although if truth be told I had never seen it this tidy. It was likely her parents made her do it. Leaving my new room behind I glanced at the final door along the hallway that I knew led to Amy’s room, but so as not to start off on the wrong foot I respected her privacy and didn’t go snooping around. Besides, there would probably be plenty of time for that later. Satisfied with my personal tour of the house I returned to the kitchen to fix myself something to eat (another perk of house-sitting). The fridge and cupboards were expectedly well stocked, but as I was just about to shove a microwave meal in to nuke, I remembered that Amy would be home soon. Perhaps it would be nice if I made us both something to eat when she got back? I was quite proud of myself for starting to think about Amy’s well being so soon, and I resolved to pass the time by skimming over the set of rules which were attached to the fridge by a rather crude magnet depicting some exotic island I had never heard of. It was mostly stuff I’d already heard, plus a few minor domestic issues such as what day to take out the bins, but there was one rule that struck me as rather odd. “Amy’s bed time is 10pm, 11pm Fridays and Saturdays” I read out loud. That’s funny; I didn’t think a girl of Amy’s age would need a bed time, let alone one so early. Maybe I had just been confused and Amy wasn’t as old as I thought she would be? I didn’t think I was wrong, and in truth, who was I to question someone else’s parenting? I would just have to wait and do as the rules suggested - which upon further reading raised no more glaring questions. All that was left to do then was kick back, watch T.V and wait for Amy to come home. Chapter 2 Amy wasn’t too late in returning home, it had just passed 8 when I heard her come in. I was pretty hungry now that was for sure, but that was soon lost when I realised that this would be my first meeting with Amy since, well… I couldn’t remember. It would also probably set the tone for the next three weeks so I desperately hoped it would go well and quickly tried to plan for if things weren’t so civil. Upon hearing the door I quickly stood up and shuffled towards the hallway. Amy was just taking her shoes off and hanging her coat up when she saw me, and sure enough there stood an average looking girl in her early to mid teens. I wasn’t wrong after all. “Um, hi Amy”, was the best I could come up with, but I was not prepared for the reaction that followed. “Mio!” Amy took in a deep breath as her face slowly lit up until it beamed “Oh my god! Hi!” And with that she ran at me - practically jumping to give me a hug. I was shocked to say the least but naturally I hugged back. “Uh, hey kiddo. How’ve you been?” “Wow this is so cool! Just the two of us for three whole weeks is gonna be awesome!” “Well, erm… great! I’m glad you’re so excited.” If her first words hadn’t have been to call my name then I might have suspected she didn’t know who I was. As it stood I guess Amy had matured a little over the years. Either that or I had drastically missed something when we were younger. “Yeah! I haven’t seen you in ages! I couldn’t wait for mom and dad to leave” After this comment we kind of stayed semi-hugging for a few moments, you know the kind of hug where you have each other at arms length so you can see the other persons face. All the while Amy was smiling happily, her eyes wandering around. I finally broke the silence by suggesting that we move through to the living room. Again I wasn’t prepared for the response that came. “Carry me?” Not so mature after all then. I didn’t quite know what to make of her request, but she seemed unashamed to ask and things had been going better than I expected; I didn’t want to spoil it. It couldn’t hurt to play along. “Um, o.k. I guess” But before I could consider the best way to pick her up, Amy had already leapt into my arms. Fortunately my reactions were quick enough to catch her and she was expectedly pretty light. “Yay!” Amy giggled and held onto me as I began to carry her towards the living room. Angling through the door way was the only minor hitch before I could safely plop her down onto the sofa. Taking up seat on the other sofa I decided to wait and see if Amy would come out with any more surprises. She didn’t. “Are you hungry at all?” I enquired, remembering that I had waited for her to make dinner. “Hmmm, nope.” she answered “I already ate.” Well I certainly was hungry even if she wasn’t. “O.k, well I’m going to fix my self some dinner if that’s o.k. Just call me if you change your mind.” “Sure thing, thanks anyway Mio!” she called after me as I headed for the kitchen. So far so good! I thought to myself as I raided the cupboards for nourishment. In truth I had half been expecting Amy to remember me as nothing more than her sister’s friend who ignored her. Secretly I feared that we wouldn’t get on, at least at first, but since our initial meeting had gone so well I had cause to relax. Yet ever the sceptic I only allowed myself a brief moment of solace, figuring that it was still too early let my guard down. I mean, we had hardly said 2 words to each other, let alone discussed matters of living together. I soon returned to the sitting room complete with a hastily made sandwich to find that Amy had turned the TV on. She seemed engrossed in it at first but soon redirected her attention when I re-entered the room. The remainder of the evening went extremely well. Amy and I talked about various things, but mostly our memories of when we were younger. Apparently, Amy always thought I was cool and often wanted to join in with whatever Rebecca and I would be doing. I just said that I was sorry we never realised. Amy brushed it off with a smile but I could tell that it had been a big deal to her. I didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth; that Rebecca and I knew she wanted to get involved with us but still ignored her. Because we were quite young and Amy was younger still, we found her to be simply annoying and too immature to play with us. Obviously things would be different now, but I still felt guilty for treating her in such a way, even though we were just kids. As the conversation wore on it moved onto cheerier subjects, but now I was also acutely aware of the time ticking by. I wondered how Amy would react to me telling her to go to bed as it was drawing ever nearer to 11. I wondered if she might kick up a fuss, saying she wasn’t tired, that she was old enough to decide her own bed time. Or worse, what if she thought I wasn’t cool anymore? That I was just another mean grownup and didn’t want to be friends? I seriously did not want that to be the case; I was beginning to like the fact that Amy thought of me as cool, and the three weeks would be a lot more fun if we could be friends rather than having her see me as just a baby sitter. But, at the same time I needed to remember my responsibilities to her parents. They trusted me to look after the house and abide by the rules, which must have been there for a reason. I resolved to play it by the book, so-to-speak, as it was the first night and although I wanted to get on with Amy, she also needed to know that I was ultimately in charge. Maybe as I became more comfortable with our cohabitation I could think about extending her curfew a little, but for now it was time for bed. I waited for a natural dip in the conversation. “Hey Amy, it’s nearly 11 o’clock.” I said casually “Really? Wow, I didn’t realise it had gotten so late! We’ve been talking ages!” “Yeah… maybe its time you were thinking about going to bed?” As soon as the words left my mouth I cringed inside, expecting the worst. But once again I was proven a poor judge of circumstance. Amy simply looked down a little dejectedly, but then looked up seemingly fine. “Oh, o.k.” she said “I guess so.” Wait. That was far too easy. Something inside of me was not accepting the situation. After all, I had been her age once and had my fair share of young cool baby sitters, even though this was slightly different. “Um, my mom lets me sleep on the sofa sometimes so I can watch TV. Is that o.k?” she said with an innocent smile. I knew it! Never believe you can win against a teenager, they always have some trick up their sleeve. Her parents had said nothing about this to me, so I was very sceptical. On the other hand, if her parents did let her sleep downstairs and watch TV, then I would be just being a meanie by saying no, and I was already losing cool points from the whole bed time thing. “Oh alright then” I said, trying to make my tone sound as though I was always going to let her. Thinking about it; where was the harm anyway? “Go and get ready for bed then come back down. I’ll get your mom’s quilt for you to sleep under” “O.k!” Amy scurried off upstairs, shortly followed by myself. After retrieving the quilt and setting it up on the sofa to make a cosy sleeping place, I waited for Amy to return. She was taking a while but I trusted her not to stall on me so I patiently kept on waiting. When she finally emerged I was in for yet another surprise of the evening. However, this one easily took the grand prize; it surpassed all of the previous shocks, tricks and surprises put together. This time I really was unprepared. “Amy…” I said curiously “Yeah?” she replied “Um, what are you wearing?” “My night stuff; what I always wear to bed.” Amy remained utterly oblivious to my obvious reasons for questioning her attire. “Then, what is that?” I was now pointing, since it seemed Amy did not know what I was bumbling about. “Er…” she looked at me as though I had pointed to a giant clock “It’s my diaper?” And there it was. Her tone was so flippant she may as well have added a “DUH!” onto the end. There she stood; a teenage girl genuinely unfazed by the fact she was in nothing but a pyjama top and a diaper. But my inquisition did not end there. Oh no. “I… what’s it for?” I asked, still pointing. This time, her look was even more condescending, as though I had pointed to the same giant clock and asked what that was for. “Um, for when I wet the bed?” Now even her tone matched her look, though I have to admit that I deserved it this time as the answer was pretty self evident. Nevertheless, to say I was flabbergasted would be an understatement. For the life of me I could not recall her parents ever mentioning this. Surely they would have said? But then surely I would have remembered? It was this self doubt coupled with Amy’s cavalier attitude to her flaunting her diapers that caused my shock. If she had come to me quietly and explained then things would have been completely different. Well, this changed everything. “Amy, I’m not so sure about this…” I said as Amy flopped onto the sofa with a crinkle. “Huh? What’s wrong?” she answered innocently, switching the T.V on at the same time “I’m not so sure your parents want you on their nice sofa if you, erm, if you… wear those.” Even though she had only just blurted it out to me, I didn’t want to risk embarrassing Amy by mentioning that she wet the bed. If she even did. “But – but you said I could.” “I know I did, but that was before… I mean I didn’t know, erm” There I went again, dancing around words and making a general fool of myself. Amy still knew what I meant, though now she looked genuinely hurt by it. “So you” *sniff* yup, there was a sniff “so you don’t like me… because of this” “What? No, no! Of course not! Don’t be silly babe” Oh man! How bad did I feel? “Then why would you take back a promise?” Technically I hadn’t promised anything, but kids minds work in different ways. I felt like the worst bully ever “Awww, I’m sorry Amy. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. It’s just…” By this point I was sitting on the sofa with my arms around her. How could I be so mean to such a sweet girl? Her face and puppy dog eyes were just so cute! And the diaper wasn’t helping on that front either. “Oh, go on. Of course you can sleep down here” I relented. Amy’s face was miraculously a visage of happiness. “Yay! Thank you Mio!” “Just be sure you don’t leak, o.k?” I stuck my tongue out at her to show I was only kidding, which must have worked because she giggled and hugged me again. As it turned out, we got talking a little more once everything had been resolved, though the T.V stayed on in the background. It was gone midnight when I finally decided we both needed to go to bed, and although the subject of diapers had not been mentioned once, I suspected that she might have already been wet by the time I went upstairs. Chapter 3 I was having a little trouble sleeping. Not because of the day’s events, though they sure were on my mind, it was simply because this was a bed and a room that I always associated with Rebecca and it felt weird to be in there on my own. I sat there for a while pondering. There was a good chance that Amy’s parents had told me about her problem, and so my memory was just failing. On the other hand, if they had in fact neglected to tell me, then why? Perhaps they took it for granted that Amy wet the bed at night and forgot, perhaps they were a little embarrassed and didn’t want to say, or perhaps they considered it none of my business? Maybe, though this was the most illogical reason I could think of, maybe they thought I already knew? I had stayed over so many times that it would be fair to assume I would have found out. And yet by some fluke of circumstance I hadn’t. In my head I wasn’t too sure of this, leading me to speculate that she might not have wet the bed when we were younger, which would mean that her return to diapers was a more recent occurrence. And that was another thing, why the diapers? Surely Amy was too old for them even if she did wet the bed? Bah! This was all too much thinking for me, and my opinion at the time was that Amy’s little problem was not a major event. It sure wouldn’t change anything. My thoughts turned to other less complicated matters until I eventually drifted off to sleep. For some reason morning came around very quickly and I awoke disgracefully early (well, relative to a normal teenager anyway). I couldn’t fathom why I had woken up; until I suddenly felt an odd and frightening sensation. My hand slowly slipped under the covers towards where I felt the weirdness. I could not believe what I discovered, but it sure explained the feelings; I was wearing a diaper! And it was wet! Just kidding (the next person to PM me with a suggestion like that is getting a wet diaper thrown at them!) I half expected that I’d wake up early because of the unfamiliar place I was in. As it turned out I was right, and although I’d had a relatively sound nights sleep my body was just being cautious; it wanted me up! I slid out of bed and, not wanting to act like a slob in someone else’s house, proceeded to get dressed. Most of my things were not unpacked so it was a simple case of selecting clothes from out of my suitcase and heading for the bathroom. Business taken care of I descended to the ground floor, ready to face my first full day as a house sitter. O.k. I thought; priority number one was to make sure that Amy was alright. I carefully opened the living room door, trying not to make too much noise in case she was still asleep. Sure enough, Amy was lying on the sofa lost her in own dream world, or at least I hoped she was dreaming. There was a smile on her face, so I was pretty sure. In truth I was secretly hoping that she would still be asleep, as I wouldn’t get another good opportunity to do what I was about to do. I wanted to see for myself if this bed wetting was for real, not because I didn’t trust her; I mean why would you lie about that? I guess I was just curious to see if a girl of Amy’s age could actually still need diapers. Convincing myself that she’d probably still be dry, I couldn’t resist taking a peek under the covers. Well, so much for my doubts; she was soaking wet! So much so that I could tell just by looking, I guess she really did need them after all. I stared transfixed for a few moments and couldn’t help letting out an “Awwww!” which did not go unheard. I quickly put the cover back and sat down on the other sofa just as Amy rolled over and slowly opened her eyes. “Good morning sleepy head” I said chirpily, trying not to sound too suspicious “Huh? Oh, morning Mio” Amy replied a little groggily. “Did you sleep o.k? I mean, being down here on the sofa” “Oh sure.” she said now fully awake. “Good, good...” No one said anything for about ten minutes; we kind of just sat staring into space as is fairly usual for teenagers with morning sleepiness. Amy was the first to break the deadlock. “I better go change” she said, with a look of mild concern on her face. I watched as she left the room, her diaper sagging heavily around her hips. She seemed a little embarrassed, which was a big change from how she was acting last night. It could have been simply that it was still early and she’d been caught off guard, which I felt a little guilty for, but then I had another thought. I remembered the look of concern Amy had on her face when she had declared that she needed to change. My eyes darted towards the sofa and my heart sank; those beige leather sofa’s were mightily expensive. Had I made a big mistake in letting her sleep down here, knowing she would wet the bed? I had to check. Pulling the covers completely from the sofa I feared the worst. At first glance I could see no leaks, and thoroughly running my hands over the seat confirmed it; all dry! Phew! I thought. I was relieved that the diaper had done its job, despite being so wet. That’s why she must wear them, I mused. Well duh. Obviously that’s why she wears them, being in diapers wouldn’t be much good if you couldn’t wet in them. Suddenly things were a lot clearer to me, which was good because I’m not the brightest person in the world and I’ve always had a tendency to wonder about minor things I don’t understand. As I walked through the hallway to get to the kitchen, I could hear the sound of a shower running upstairs. The rest of the day was largely uneventful, with Amy declaring soon after that she was going over to her friend’s house for a while. I was kind of sad; I had wanted to spend our first full day getting to know each other and maybe becoming friends, but I guess it was still Amy’s summer and I couldn’t stop her doing what she wanted. As I waved her goodbye she must have sensed that I was a little disappointed, because almost out of nowhere Amy stopped and gave me a hug. She explained that she hardly ever went out of the house, preferring to talk to her friends on the phone or over the internet. She added that she was only going to see her friends today because she’d promised them that she would. Apparently they too were leaving on vacation. I tried to act all cool, like it would not have been a big deal either way, but secretly I was happy that I might not have to be alone much for these three weeks. Somehow it didn’t seem very appropriate to have my own scant few friends round to someone else’s house. After seeing Amy off I made myself some breakfast and then began the arduous task of unpacking, which I promised myself I would do early so that it was out of the way. With Amy being gone most of the day I felt it was almost fate telling me to get off of my butt. That done, I spent a good deal of time reading one of the many books I had brought with me. I began to lose track of time and before I knew it, Amy was re-entering once again. “How was your day?” I enquired, trying to be polite and putting my book down. “Great!” she chirped “I didn’t think we’d do much but we actually had a lot of fun!” “Awesome…” I was trying to stay cool but I just couldn’t help probing further “I guess you’ll be spending some more time over there then? I mean, if its fun for you…” “Nah, I like being at home” she said flatly “and even if I wanted to go over again I couldn’t; they go on holiday in two days time” “Ah, I see” I suddenly felt pretty lame for acting so immaturely. I just hoped Amy hadn’t noticed. “Um, are you hungry at all?” I said after an awkward pause “Or did you eat out again?” “No, I thought I’d wait until I got back. So I guess I am a lil’ hungry…” “You wanna eat now? I can fix us something to eat if you like” “Um, I kinda had an idea about dinner.” Amy was starting to look suspicious “Oh really? And what’s your idea?” At that point I couldn’t fathom what she was thinking, but I figured it couldn’t have been anything to extreme. I mean, dinner is dinner right? “Do you think maybe we could get pizza?” Ah-ha! There it was again; the classic teenager coming right out. I’m surprised I didn’t figure it out sooner. To be honest I was glad at the idea. “Sure, pizza sounds fine to me; it saves me from cooking!” Her parents had left me plenty of money for the duration of their trip (we could have had takeaway 24/7 with cash to spare!), and although I didn’t want to abuse it, so long as it wasn’t a regular occurrence it couldn’t hurt. I decided now would be a good time to order since it was after 7 and the delivery man would take a while to arrive. Amy and I both agreed to watch a movie while we ate our pizza, though unfortunately we did not agree on exactly which movie to watch. It took us almost as long as it took the pizza to arrive! Generally I am pretty easy going when it comes to entertainment genres; I’m game for trying anything, but I draw the line at Care Bear’s the movie. That’s right; Amy’s film of choice was none other than the do-gooding stuffed toys’ big adventure, and the rest of her collection didn’t vary much in terms of calibre. In the end we came to a compromise, though it seemed more like I had just folded to her wishes. Conflict resolved, we both settled down to a screening of The Little Mermaid, with the pizza arriving about 10 minutes into the showing. Despite wanting to get to know Amy a little better, we spoke surprisingly little during the film. Well, if you exclude the frequent exclamations of- “I love this bit!” I’d like to say that it was Amy who was too engrossed in Ariel’s dilemma to talk, but if I’m honest I have to admit that I too became lost in the fantasy realm under the sea. I guess some things you just never grow out of, huh? Well, the pizza soon disappeared and The Little Mermaid came to a climactic yet predictable end. By the time we were done cleaning the pizza boxes away it almost 10, and as it was no longer a weekend this unfortunately meant it was nearly Amy’s bed time. Once more however, she seemed not too bothered, and I was starting to realise that she must have been used to it. “So, do you feel ready for bed?” I asked as casually as I could. “Sure, I guess so” came the rather apathetic response. “Um, do you wanna sleep on the sofa again?” “No, its o.k. I only like to sleep there at the weekend when I can stay up” “Alright, you better head upstairs and get changed-” I cringed and cut my sentence short, not realising the connotations of my choice of words until they had left my mouth. Amy seemed oblivious. “Will do. Goodnight Mio!” And with that she hugged me before leaving for the night. “Do you need any help?” I cringed again but this time there was absolutely no excuse for my ridiculous question. Of course she doesn’t need help! Way to make her feel like a little kid! I thought. Strangely enough, in spite my self reprimanding Amy actually paused for what seemed like quite an extensive moment. I couldn’t tell what she was considering; only that she was, but it didn’t matter because she didn’t stay silent for long. “Hmmm, I’ll probably be o.k. But thank you for asking!” Amy beamed an adorable smile at me before turning once more and heading for her room. Completely disregarding the fact that I was not tired, I shortly followed suit, and it wasn’t long before I had settled down into my unfamiliar bed for the night. Chapter 4 That night I slept much better; I guess it wasn’t taking me long to adjust to sleeping in someone else’s room. All the better I thought as I had another three weeks yet! Upon waking I decided to head downstairs for a cup of coffee to set me up for the day. At first I wasn’t sure if Amy was awake, but as I passed the living room on my way to the kitchen I could hear the sound of early morning T.V. I made my coffee weak with plenty of milk because I don’t really like the taste, and then considered where I should drink it. I decided it might be nice to watch T.V with Amy for a while so I took my drink in there. I would just have to be very careful not to spill any. Sure enough, Amy was sitting in her familiar spot on the sofa engrossed in some chat show that I didn’t recognise. “Good morning” I chirped “Morning!” Amy replied with a smile. And that’s when I noticed it. I had to do a double take at first, but there was no mistaking that Amy was still wearing a diaper. It didn’t seem too wet so I couldn’t be sure if it was last nights’ or a fresh one, but either way I needed to say something. For all I knew she may have simply forgotten what she was wearing. “Um Amy, do you think you should change?” I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. At first Amy was a little startled and quickly looked down, but after briefly checking herself she seemed alright again. “Nah its o.k. Im not too wet.” I wasn’t really expecting that response. “But, erm, why are you still wearing …” I was still having trouble saying the word ‘diaper’ in front of her, “…it?” I concluded. “Oh, mom lets me keep my diapers on if they’re not too wet in the morning” “But why?” “Well, in case I have an accident,” Uh oh, there was that ‘Duh!’ tone again, and with the look to match, “might as well be in a diaper.” She continued. Now her parents certainly had not mentioned this! I was willing to accept the possibility that I just hadn’t heard them mention the bed wetting or the diapers, but day time accidents? Amy was a teenage girl! There was no way I wouldn’t have heard that! I was now sure in my mind that they just hadn’t told me, which probably meant the same was true for everything else. In their defence I could see why they might not have wanted to bring it up, I mean, it’s hardly information you would want to mention to a potential house sitter. But still, somehow I felt a little cheated, like they couldn’t trust me to be fine with it. Then I had another thought; what if I wasn’t their first choice at all? What if someone else had turned them down before me? I had no idea how many people they could have asked before I finally accepted, and all of them might have refused to do it because of Amy. Would I have turned the job down if I’d have known? Suddenly I felt incredibly guilty; this wasn’t fair on Amy at all. She was a lovely girl who just had a problem that maybe she couldn’t even help. I really hoped that if any previous candidates had turned down the job, Amy didn’t know about it. She didn’t deserve that. I was starting to think that if I were Amy’s parents, I wouldn’t have told me about her either. In a way I was glad they didn’t. I’d like to think that my reaction would have been one of understanding, even in the region of “awwww, how cute”, but I could never be sure. “So, um, do you have many accidents?” I said, now with a hint of sympathy. “Sometimes…” was all Amy could reply with, though she still seemed fairly nonchalant. “And er…” This was the biggie, “what happens if you have an accident, like… you know” “My mom usually cleans up.” Great. In her innocence I don’t think Amy realised that this meant it would be me who had to clean up after her, and even if she did I doubt she thought twice about it. Still, I had been with Amy almost two days now and although I wasn’t with her all of the time, I hadn’t seen any evidence of an accident at home nor had she come home wet, so her accidents couldn’t be very often… could they? By now I was sitting on the sofa next to Amy and had subtly put my arm around her to make her feel more at ease. “Amy, do you think there’ll be many accidents while Im here?” I felt so bad for asking this but I had to get an idea. At least I’d said it with my friendliest voice possible. “I dunno, I mean… um, I’ll try not to…” I was beginning to detect a twinge of embarrassment from Amy. I still wanted to ask if she only had wet ‘accidents’, but for her dignity I thought better of it. “That’s great hun, you try your best but don’t worry about it.” I said. Amy and I talked for the rest of the morning, stopping only briefly so that I could get some breakfast since Amy had already eaten. It appeared to me that we were getting along wonderfully; neither of us seemed awkward about starting conversation. I tried quizzing her for gossip on any boys she liked from school, though Amy seemed largely dismissive and uninterested. I guessed she must not have been quite at that stage yet, and I tried to think of what I was like at her age. If I’m honest, I think I was very much the same and even if I had liked anyone, I don’t think I’d have tried to do anything about it. We were just young girls wanting to have fun in young girl ways. Just before midday Amy wet her diaper, though she assured me it wasn’t an accident. She said that she’d just wet on purpose so we could keep talking, and that she thought I wouldn’t mind since she was in a diaper already. I had no reason to doubt her, and to be honest I was beginning to enjoy our little chats so I really didn’t mind. When I told her it was fine and that I had actually forgotten she was wearing one, Amy blushed a little. I guess it was a small white lie, I mean it would have been hard not to notice her fully exposed diaper, but I’d like to think that it made her feel a little better, and it sure wasn’t affecting my talking to her. We hugged before seamlessly carrying on the conversation. I noticed at that point we’d been hugging a lot over the brief time we’d spent together, which was nice because Amy really seemed to appreciate it. I’ve been told that I give great hugs, which I obviously can not vouch for since I don’t get to have them from myself! All I know is that I go all in for them, no half measures or pretend ones, and that may be the secret to a good hug. Its amazing how something so simple can make people so happy. After lunch I asked Amy to go change herself and get dressed, which she seemed happy enough to do. It felt a little bit like I was treating her like a kid, which I didn’t want to do, but I got the impression that she would have stayed in her pyjamas all day if she could have. After she had been gone about 10 minutes I heard her call to me from upstairs. “Mio! You wanna come and play with me?” “Um, sure thing Amy! I’ll be up in a second.” I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by playing, but I didn’t think it would be dolls or teddy bears somehow. So up I went to meet Amy, who was standing outside her door in regular clothes waiting for me. I felt bad, but now that she didn’t have a diaper on all I could think about was what she had told me this morning about her accidents. I wanted to give Amy the benefit of the doubt so I tried to dismiss such thinking. “So, what exactly did you want to, um… play?” “Do you like video games at all? I mean, would you wanna play a game?” Ah, of course. It was lucky for Amy that I love computer games. Or maybe unlucky, since I was pretty good! “Sure I do, lead the way.” “Awesome! My play station is set up just in my room” and with that she began leading me into her private refuge, the only room in the house I’d never even seen or knew anything about and to be honest, I was pretty interested to find out. Entering the room I didn’t know what to expect, so I wasn’t really surprised to see that the place was an absolute mess! The décor was nice; pale blue walls with a darker blue carpet and curtains, and the furniture and pictures were pretty tasteful, but the state of tidiness just screamed out typical teenager. Her bed wasn’t made (which sure enough had a plastic sheet), there were papers and files littering any work surface, clothes lay scattered across the floor, old crusty plates and mugs could be spotted about, wires all tangled with each other from various appliances, and general rubbish filled in the gaps. All in all though it was pretty cosy, and the room only smelled faintly of wet diapers. Balancing on the edge of the main desk was a small TV with play station wedged in next to it. “Hey, no fair! How come I never win?” Amy moaned as I beat her yet again. We were playing some generic race-car game that was fairly easy to get to grips with, though Amy seemed to be having difficulty despite owning the game. “I think Im just getting lucky” I lied, “you were really close that time, you could have won.” “You think so?” Amy chirped innocently “Of course, I was pretty worried in that last race.” “Well in that case, next time Im gonna get you!” she beamed. Telling small white lies to Amy was becoming slightly routine, even necessary. But it was o.k. I told myself, it made her happy. “I better be careful then!” I said “But how about we give your skills a rest before your next big win and go do something else?” “Sure…” she said rather unenthusiastically. At first I thought it was because Amy was having fun gaming and didn’t want to stop, but she soon corrected my thinking, “Um, just so you know, I kinda had an accident while we were playing.” “An accident?” I asked bemused, though I knew full well what she meant. Glancing over at Amy it was clear to see that she had in fact wet her self. I guess neither of us had really been paying attention whilst racing. “Oh Amy…” I said disappointedly, the way one might talk to a small child or even a pet that had done wrong. Amy just looked at me seemingly without a care in the world. “So what did you wanna do instead of playing?” she said. I could only sigh. “Well first we need to get you cleaned up. Go jump in the shower and I’ll give your clothes a wash.” Remembering what Amy had said about her parents cleaning up after her, I didn’t really want to give her that responsibility. And besides, I also remembered that this probably wasn’t her fault, so I just took her clothes from her while she shuffled towards the bathroom. The damage wasn’t much; Amy had fortunately been sitting on her bed with its plastic sheet so cleaning wasn’t too difficult. I couldn’t help but think however, that things may have been quite different had we been somewhere else in the house or even out. But I didn’t want to think about that and just hoped that this time would be a one off, because I wasn’t much looking forward to the next time. As I put Amy’s clothes in the wash I took the opportunity to wash her bed sheets too, figuring that they should probably be washed regularly despite her diapers taking most of the wetting. I just hoped that Amy had some spare, since the lack of a tumble drier meant these would not have been dry before bed time. ------------------------------- As ever, comments are most welcome since the rest of the story has not been written, so likes and dislikes would be helpful. Mio XXX

An underdeveloped bladder finally caught up with me at about age 10. Diapers were just one way to deal with it but the longer I wore them the more dependant I became on them. Now Im fully incontinent most of the time.

Oooh, interesting topic! Mine are: 1) Tena Maxi 2) Tender Care Night 3) Euron Form Super

Wow, all you guys talking about High school are a lot braver than me! I went through my entire school life hiding my incontinence and denying the fact that I wear diapers.

Yup, I have! I wore them pretty regularly for a while and still have some around (though mine are blue; a different size probably). Im not sure I agree that they're like Molicare (which I've also worn alot), but they can be pretty bulky. I think its because they use a fair amount of pulp padding as well as gel, which tends to make nappies thicker. Its also how they can bring the price down because if I remember correctly, Euron form are fairly inexpensive compared with other brands. My main two problems were: A) I am annoyingly in between a small and medium so find it hard to get a good fit. Though this has been the case with other brands so its not really a fault of Euron form. When I ordered them for the first time they came in a fully labelled box just shouting out what was inside. There were even holes in the box so you could look in! After that I asked them to package them more discretely but sometimes they still forgot... Apart from these issues I still find them to be good nappies and would recomend them for anyone with heavy incontinence but who can not necessarily afford the more expensive brands.

Amen to that! While Im largely in the closet about liking girls so to speak, its always good to talk about diapers and stuff with people who understand.

Even though Im in diapers all of the time now, I can sort of remember the brief time when I was just a bed wetter. For some reason, that seemed more stressful than being fully incontinent, though it could have been my age or the fact that that was the first time I was exposed to diapers.

Personally Im suprised if people have more than 100, and thats the lowest option... I myself have none, but 20000? I didnt think there were that many photo's in existence!

Um dude, you're 20... If you cant get a package without your parents finding out whats inside then there is a serious problem

I took the test too! Incontinent You scored 89 diaper purity, 33 baby purity, 0 LG purity, and 0 Furry purity! You wear diapers because you must. You aren't a baby, and you have no desire to becomeone. Not too suprised at the results really, though the comment is a little over-strict but the test was fun, and the pictures that go with it are very good (some I havent even seen before)

My sentiments exactly Who needs to worry about going potty when someone else is taking care of it?

I guess technically I was put back into diapers, though I was very young at the time so its not like I was forced. If anything I probably consented to it simply by not resisting!

Here's one positive, although it is open to interpretation and probably gives out a bad message : I find diapers a whole lot less effort. Go to the toilet everytime? No way! Just use my diaper until it needs changing, then change at my leisure? Thats the way for me

You might say its a joke but its actually good advice. I carry sweet wrappers and the like in my pockets at all times for this very purpose. Believe me, it works a treat, and its such a normal thing to have in your pocket that who's going to challenge it?

Firstly, how old was your friend when this happened?! I can understand older people getting changed by family/friends at home (Im even a little jealous), but while out? I wouldnt let my father get anywhere near me! And if the experience was as bad as she said then maybe she shouldnt have either! Anyway, I've had *many* embarrassing moments with my diapers in the past, but the most embarrassing has to be when my diaper fell off while I was out shopping. So many things were just working against me that day; I had a skirt on with my diaper underneath so there was nothing holding it up, I did a lowsy job of putting it on before I went out, I'd used it far too much that day without changing (what can I say? Dont try stop me shopping!), and I had my hands full at the time so didnt realise it was falling off (and couldnt stop it!). Basically, the tapes gave way and my diaper dropped onto the floor between my legs while I was still peeing I just dropped everything right there and ran out of the shop, leaving my diaper behind! Needless to say I've never been back...

Well you'd know more than me, this is just what I've heard. Im not sure its causes incontinence as such, but am I right in assuming ADD can mean very short attention span? In that case the only thing I can think of is if the child is not paying attention to toileting habits and wets as a result, or deliberately wont use the toilet as part of behavioural problems. This is all a complete guess, so dont quote me on anything!

Trust me, its not nice! It can be very painful and diturbs a good nights sleep. Also, as soon as I get up I wet my diaper anyway so its not really a dry night. I wish I had your problem

I have had this same problem for ages and Im pretty much incontinent Sometimes when Im lying down I cant seem to go, so my bladder will be filling in my sleep to the point where its painful. Then, as soon as I get up, it instantly releases into my diaper but by then Im awake and uncomfortable so its ruined a good nights sleep It doesnt happen every time, and I poop my diapers with no problem whilst lying down, so I think its related to the bladder muscles or a block I have somewhere. I understand fully the discomfort you're going through and I hope you can get past it. I just wish I could too (Being incontinent is o.k but it sucks when at random moments you stop!)

I have worn Molicare many times in the past. Im not sure I can help you on size, since I only have me to go by (though the medium are a little big on me so they might be fine on you) As for absorbancy, they are generally pretty good, though I found they had a tendancy to over flow if you're a big wetter. If you just go in small amounts then they can hold alot. Also they're pretty good for #2... erm, or so Im told The purple colour isnt overwhelmingly bright, so i didnt really find it a problem, but I suppose if you're one of those people who loves their plain white nappies it might be a little odd to you. The fit is also very good on me. They are the right shape, very snug, and the tapes hold up really well. The only thing I didnt like is that I found them to be a little uncomfortable. As in the outer shell plastic is pretty tough and rigid to start with, so you need to wear one for a while or keep them stored out of the packet for a long time in order for the plastic to become soft and flexible. Other than that I found them to be very good nappies

I mostly wear everywhere, simply so that when I go potty it doesnt get all over my clothes! But sometimes when Im at home I try and go without diapers if I am close to a toilet so that my skin has time to air. Other times I try not to wear for a while to see if I can potty train, since there is no chance of that happening if Im in a diaper!