eddyj

I have gone out wearing only a cloth diaper and plastic pants, top, and shoes. Sometimes I will wear a diaper shirt, especially when the diaper is very thick. I have done this several times, and the reactions are mostly laughter, though sometimes it is probably due to nervousness. With the diaper shirt on, in legal terms, I am fully clothed, but I realize the wrong person might see me and react badly. Letting others see my diaper is part of the fun of wearing. I guess this is exhibitionism, but as long as I am covered up in the right places, I really don't see much wrong.

The cloth and plastic pants combo is great, especially when trying to be noticed. It is what I wear when I go outside for a "diaper walk", that is when I stroll wearing only a diaper and t shirt or diaper and diaper shirt.

My neighbour caught me once as well. I was in my yard, in a diaper, plastic pants and shoes, and she was in her yard. She needed some help with something and asked if I could give her a hand. I guess she did not really know what she was seeing when she asked me to come over, but there was no question once I got there... she never said a thing, but I know it must have looked very strange to her....

Cloth diapers and plastic pants make a great bulky combo.

As I've written in a number of sites and threads, I have been outside wearing fully exposed diapers (no pants, sometimes t shirt, sometimes just diaper and shoes) many times. It is always a great feeling to be that open about my diaper. I wear cloth and plastic pants, so there is no mistaking what I am wearing. I have worn them on the street (with a shirt), in the park on the mountain here in town, and most recently in my neighbour's backyard while helping her with yardwork. In that case I was only in a diaper and shoes, and she did not even bat an eyelash, (though she did tell my wife. But that is another story). The best experience I had was on one of my diaper walks, an older lady asked me why I was wearing a diaper, and never judged - she just wanted to understand. The worst was when a cop asked me what I was doing, but finally just let me go. I want to keep going outside diapered, but don't want to get in trouble.

I went out in my backyard wearing only a cloth diaper and plastic pants. I got up the courage (stupidity) to speak to my neighbour, and next thing I knew, I was in HER yard, still only in my diaper, helping her with some yard work she could no longer manage. She did not say a word about the fact I was dressed like an overgrown toddler, so I have no idea what she thought. She saw me again like that once more, and again no comments, or even odd looks, so I don't know if it even bothered her, but it was a really interesting sensation being out like that. I can only imagine what the scene must have looked like - my only clothing was obviously a diaper

I was "caught" by my older brother when we were teenagers, but it was on purpose. Aftwe he realized what I was wearing, he tried to make me take it off, but I refused, telling him to make me. He chased me around the house and when he caught me, I still refused to change. He sat down, pulled me over his knee, and gave me a spanking I obviously would never forget.

One morning everyone was out of the house except me and my older brother (We were about 15 and 17 at the time). I made a makeshift diaper using a real cloth diaper, and a white plastic bag. It actually looked pretty good, so I decided try wearing it and my pj top around my brother to see if (when) he would notice. We were doing the chores our mom had given us and after a while, \i guess he realized my <<underwear<< did not look right, and asked what I was wearing. After a couple of awkward seconds I said it was a diaper. We talked for a few minutes and then he told me to go take it off, and of course I said no, he would have to make me. Now, he could have just threatened to tell our mom, but instead took the bait and chased me around the house. When he caught me, he gave me another chance to go and change, but I refused, and he, without any more talk,sat down yanked me over his knee, and started to spank me. I started to kick and yell, and then cry. He kept spanking me, all the while telling me I should have listened to him, and that I should not be wearing a diaper in the first place. I was lucky he never told mom.