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SCHOOL SPIRIT It's spirit week at Grant High and school spirit is high. Now it's tradition to have different days dedicated during spirit week. Some we have every year such as pajama day and school color day. Others come and go like funny hat day, dress like a twin day, or jersey day. Me, I'm OK with most of it. I'll wear school colors on color day. I wasn't one to wear a tie on tie day. This year had "baby day" on Tuesday and I planned on passing on it. Monday during homeroom, the teacher handed me a folded piece of paper with my name on it. I opened it and it said I was to report to the auxiliary gym before homeroom on Tuesday. I was curious as to what it was about. Normally I'd have not been too worried except that there was a warning at the bottom stating that non-attendence or even tardiness would result in multiple days of detention. My best friend John was sitting behind me. We'd been friends ever since I moved to neighborhood back ten years ago. I showed it to him. He shrugged his shoulders. "Can't be important," he smiled. "I didn't get one." Well the next day I made a beeline to the gym as soon as I got to the building. One of the vice principals was there checking off names as we went it. I took a seat on the floor with everybody else and waited. Mr. Tracy the principal came in with one of the other vice principals and conferring with the one taking the names they concluded that everybody was present. I looked around. There were maybe a dozen and a half sitting there, more boys than girls. I didn't recognize anybody sitting near me but sitting there I didn't have the best view. Mr. Tracy held up his hands and spoke loudly. "Your attention please." The little conversation that was going on ceased. "Thank you. As you may know, this is spirit week and today's activity is baby day. You have been selected to play a special role in ensuring today's success. You have been selected for this because you all have previously been placed on lavatory restriction at one time or another." A murmur started again. Lavatory restriction, I thought. Yeah, that wasn't my most pleasant memory. If you get caught on some infraction with the bathrooms here, you got restricted from using them. For me, it was just a day, but for that day I had to wear a diaper and worse pee in it. "Please," Mr. Tracy continued. The murmur subsided. "As a result of that, all you have had the experience of wearing a diaper in school. Today, you will again. We've got special outfits for you to show your school spirit. In a second the girls will go into the other half of the room (I noticed now that the folding wall that allowed the gym to be separated into two rooms had been closed) and we will hand out your outfit. I hope you will have fun today. And of course, given your outfit, consider today a lavatory restriction day for you." The murmur started again. Mr Harris, the vice principal, spoke up. "Girls, to the other side. Boy's, line up single file over here." I made my way to the line and saw they were handing out cardboard boxes. I got to the head of the line and one with my name was handed to me. As each person got there's, we returned to sit down. Mr. Harris again spoke. "OK, you can open up your boxes. Take everything out. I want you to get undressed and put everything you are wearing, and I mean everything, into the box. You'll get that back at the end of the day. Inside are some special things for you to wear today." I lifted the cover of my box and started taking things out. "No way!" I heard someone else say. On the top was a baby blue t-shirt that said Grant Hight Baby Day 2010. Cute, I thought. There was a pacifier on a little lanyard with a clip on one end. There were two little slippers. Baby booties! And at the bottom of the box remained only a diaper. It took a second to sink in. All clothes in the box. Put on was in front of me, I'd be wearing just a diaper, t-shirt and booties. "No way, indeed" I thought. "Come on now, if you don't get going I'm going to give you all a week of detention." "I ain't wearing this!" I heard someone proclaim. "You will. or you will be suspended." stated Mr. Harris. Great. I thought that the day of lavatory restriction was punishment enough but now I'm going to through more hell. I kicked off my shoes and socks and through them in the box. Then my shirt. I pulled down my pants and then my boxers and through them in the box. Even though everybody was in the same boat, I wanted to get covered up as fast as possible and quickly spread the diaper on the floor and pulled it up between my legs. I did up the tapes. The bulk between my legs reminded me of the last tie. Of course, that time I got to put trousers on over the top of them. I put on the T-shirt and looked around. A few like me had already finished, others were struggling. Some were just staring at the box contents dazed. "Lets get going boys." Mr Harris goaded the stragglers. I put my booties on and looked at the pacifier. I clipped it to my shirt, not knowing what else to do with it. After we were pretty much done, we were instructed to stand up. Nurse Ellis came by and inspected us. She stopped at mine and adjusted the tapes on my diaper to make it fit a bit better. "OK, when the bell rings you can all go along to your first period class. Again you are reminded that you are on lavatory restriction today. At lunch please make your way to the front of the cafeteria. We have a special deal for you today." The bell rang and we filed out of the gym. The halls were suddenly teaming with the mass of the student body. A girl saw the line of us coming out of the gym. "Look at the babies!" she shouted. "Aren't they cute!" I blushed and soon we were the subject of a lot of staring, laughs, and giggles. I tried to put it out of my mind as I made my way down to my first period history class. Gosh it was strange having the air on my bare legs like this. I got into the classroom and sat down. I felt a little less exposed with my legs under the desk. My friend John arrived shortly there after. "Wow, that's some school spirit you're showing there," he said. I tried to produce a laugh. "Not my idea. That's what that meeting this morning was about. Everybody who has had a lavatory restriction is dressed like this." "I guess there's some clubs it's good not to be a member of. I thought you were lucky this morning that you got to miss homeroom, but now I'm glad it's not me." History moved without too much further controversy. As I moved to my next class which was math I did see some other people who were showing their baby day spirit. One or two like me, and others who had voluntarily brought in teddy bears and bottles and such and were sucking their pacifiers in a show of school spirit. I sat down in my seat and then Debbie came in. I hadn't noticed her in the gym earlier, but she must have been there as she was wearing a pink Baby Day shirt and a diaper and booties just like me. She sat down behind me. Debbie was sweet and in my opinion one of the prettiest girls in school. We talked in math class but I figured I was out of her league to ask her out. "I guess we're in the same boat," she said. "I didn't know you ever got lavatory restriction." "Yeah, twice unfortunately. A day one time, a week the second." "Ugh..." Class started. We started discussing the previous night's assignment. Mr. Lewis called Debbie up to work the problem at the door. Standing with her back to the class I gazed at her perfect derriere encased in the diaper. My mind started to drift regarding her. She finished her problem and walked back to her seat. I got to regard her front as she walked past. I snapped out it. "I'm sorry I was staring," I said as she sat down. "That's OK, you're the only one that gets to stare." I felt warm inside given that permission. Class muddled on and I was off to Chemistry. In the hall, I felt a swat on my rear. I spun around and there was nobody there, but a trio of girls giggling a short distance away." Chemistry class was a lab. We were standing around melting crystals. Me and John as one team and Terri and Ellen on the other side of the table. As class progressed I became increasingly aware that I had to pee. Now I remembered this from my previous lavatory restriction that I couldn't do it sitting or walking. Luckily I was already standing. I looked off into the distance and relaxed and it started. After a few seconds of the warmth spreading I looked back. "I know what you're doing!" Terri stated. "My little brother gets the same look." Ellen caught on and stared at the darkening of the crotch of my diaper. "Oh, my god, he wet himself." "Too much school spirit, dude," John added. "Sorry," I said embarrassed, "but I had to go and I'm not allowed to do anything else." The day dragged on. At lunch time I headed to the front of the cafeteria as instructed. We were shuffled into a small room and given the chance to change our diapers. We came out and were lined up. One of the kids from the school yearbook was there with a camera. "Slide together" he directed and we moved closer. "Pacifiers in!" I stuck mine in my mouth and as others did so the pictures were snapped. We were then directed to a row of tables. Bowls of oatmeal and bottles were there. I scarfed my oatmeal down and then with a little hesitation started to suck on the nipple. More photos were taken. After a while I got all the milk down. I started to feel a little bit more relaxed in the afternoon. That was, until I started getting the feeling that I had to poop. I struggled with holding it all through English. As the bell rang I made my way out into the hall trying to clench my butt together but it was no use. As I started up the stares I lost the battle. I felt relief from having things inside me but soon the relief was filled with the discomfort of the mass of poop hitting the diaper and bouncing between that and my rear. I walked into my last class. John looked at me and said "Dude, do you have a load in your diaper?" I nodded. "Definitely, too much school spirit, dude." I sat down gingerly into the pile of poo. It was hopelessly smearing all over my crotch now. Here I was, a junior in high school, almost 17, sitting in a pile of my own poop. I started to burn a bit, but I got control of myself. Just a bit longer. As I got back to the gym, Mr. Harris, noted my poopy state and said "Whooeee....you get the prize for school spirit." You might want to pop over to the showers and take care of that. I did. I retrieved my clothes from the box and dumped all the other stuff back into it. Hopefully this was the end of baby day and if I was careful any other diaper wearing. THough it might be worth it if I got to see Debbie in hers again. As I got to the front of the building, Debbie was there. She was back in her normal clothes, a real nice dress. She looked good that way too. She walked up and put something in my hand. "I saved you a souvenir." She quickly hopped on her bus before I could respond to her. I looked down at what she gave me. It was her pacifier from today. But then, captured in the lanyard clip was a little piece of paper. It was her phone number. I guess today wasn't so bad after all.

Not diapers, but I've had stuff fedex'd to hotels I was staying at before. It's reguarly done and while not strictly required it would behoove you to call the front desk and let them know you are expecting a package (especially if it is possible it will arrive before you get there).

We were riding with the family in Charlottesville VA (home of the University of Virginia). Our directions to the restaurant included turning at the Lewis and Clark memorial. I mock read off the base of the statue: Meriwether Lewis and Kimberly Clark. My father pointed out that he didn't think I quite got that right.

That's Foghorn J., I say J. Leghorn, son. Researchers believe that the character inspiration was a meld between two old time radio characters: Senator Claghorn and the Sheriff. The words were those of Bob McKinson but the voice is that of the famous Mel Blanc who did also Bugs Bunny, Porky Pig, Daffy Duck and a ton of others. That's All! Folks!

I'm sure she'll share them with you.

I suspect Angela who was more into the West Coast scene than I was can give you some precise things. I think it really had problems growing from essentially what was little more than a club to a business. It also came up against a rather unfriendly internet both in competition and with the fact that you couldn't trust people to just behave on the sites anymore.

One halloween I wore a trench coat with a tennis shorts and top under it and a camera flash hooked to my belt with a trigger in the trenchcoat pocket. I'd open my coat and "flash" them!

A few years back when we had a big snow storm I went out to shovel and play in the snow. Nice thing is...diapers keep wet out!

A few years back when we had a big snow storm I went out to shovel and play in the snow. Nice thing is...diapers keep wet out!

I find some of their Engrish a bit humorous, especially when they admonish you to not speak to them in German. Are you sure that you have the alternate site name right? Idiaper.com seems to just stock the ibex and priva line of reusable stuff, not anything like the nicediaper ones.

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Sir Coveter of Pippa's Ass.

It doesn't need to be porn, just "mature audience" stuff. Paypal's not allowed it for a very long time. I'm not using any offshore processors, sorry. Verotel is right out, google is much better. Of course you took down the tracking thing (I was up to #5 on the contributors list, probably higher if the prior year's payment hadn't gotten disassociated with my username).

At home I love dressing up for what I'm watching. We were watching Center State (a movie about ballet students) and I got the tutu on. Watching figure skating I wear my skater dress (a dress I have worn in public to the hasher red dress run) and for tennis, either my tennis dress or skirt and my tennis panties.

Diaper services in general went into a decline (even for babies) in the past few decades. They're beginning to make a come back. There were two that did adult diapers in Baltimore when I lived there years ago, they still have one. The number of diaper services around the country that do adult diapers probably are less than ten at this point. THere are some that will launder the diapers if you buy them.

Depends on where you take it. We've got a few discount dry cleaners that pretty much run less than $2 an item. I bring all sorts of things in (both my frillies and my wife's normal stuff) and they've never batted an eye about anything. If you're still squeamish about taking it out, unless you've somehow stained it, there are the "Dryel" dryclean in the dryer kit.

It's now near the end of the fifth day in diapers. I'm sitting here watching "Deadliest Catch" with a shirt and a soft pair of comco plastic pants over the diaper. I've not been near a toilet since last Thursday. I've gone to work, the ballet, a baseball game, hooters, just about everything. I've got yesterday's cloth diapers in the dryer and I've got to empty the diaper genie tomorrow morning. Wife returns Thursday evening.... This is the longest continous I can recall ever doing. Can I keep this up?

If you've seen the two parts that were on YouTube you've seen it all. I don't think it was more than about 30 minutes all together. As Angela points out, there are no 'legitimate' copies out there and I don't suggest that this forum be used to pass around illegal copies.

There was one small child (4 year old or so) and her parents ahead of me when we were entering the hall. She was openly wearing her ballet skirt...i was envious.

Well my wife's out of town and I was going to catch a baseball game but it was raining and I see in the paper that the NY Ballet is in town and what the hell, there's one seat available right in the center box practially. I come home throw on a diaper and doubler and get out my pink tights and leotard (there's a skirt to this outfit too) and then put a regular business suit on over the top. Had a great time at the ballet, duck quickly down to the parking garage, nobody close, strip off the outer layer, pull on the skirt, and drive home.

My wife demanded I clean up my "stuff" which was just randomly stuffed into my closet. There are now several large rubbermaid bins that have diapers in a couple, baby clothes in another, and girly stuff in a fourth.

I have a soft side case (sort of man purse) that I keep my macbook air in and it's more than enough for a diaper and some wipes as well. I've also just stuffed a diaper in my coat pocket and that works well (in the right season). Unless I'm some place where I know people, I don't care. I'll carry what I want be it the diaper and wipes in my hand or in a baby diaper bag.

Tranquility will send you samples if you call their 800 number as will I believe TENA and ATTENDS. Many of the larger medical supply stores (ones that have a selection) may offer samples as well. Other than that you can go to the big incontinence houses (HDIS, DMX, etc...) and order their variety pack.

I had a pedal fire engine with two removable ladders. My mother said I fell in love with some other kid's one as a toddler and certainly remember having it around for years (and my brother after me).

Takes time. Even after decades in diapers, when my new fiance wanted me to wet one in front of her, I couldn't do it.