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I’ve often seen posts in other sections of the board asking how, when or why you started with this ‘thing’ of ours. This is my story, from my first memories to my current lifestyle taking in all the happenings and Mummy relationships along the way. I realise that it won’t be the most popular story here amongst some great authors but every event detailed within my tale is as true as my memories allow. *********** I’ve always liked nappies & plastic pants, nothing has changed that in my 50+ years. One of my first memories is watching my Mum pack away all the old terry nappies and plastic pants me and my siblings wore as babies into a scruffy brown case. The fluffy white fabric steps of cloth and smooth pastel coloured pants catching my eye. I asked what she was doing and she replied that my brother, who is a year younger than me, no longer needed them as he had been toilet trained, so she was now putting the baby protection up in the loft. At almost 3 years old I argued that it was much better and easier to wear and use a nappy than to use a toilet, my Mother tried to tell me otherwise but I informed her that I wished I still wore nappies. My eyes started tearing up as I watched her close the case on the objects I so desired. I vaguely remember thinking about hatching a plan to rescue the wonderful items from the confines of the leather look ‘coffin’ but never got round to it. I remember a short time after spotting a boy of a similar age to me at a local playground wearing a T-shirt and short shorts, I did nt have to look that close to see he had a glimpse of pink plastic pants from below one side of his shorts leg and it made me jealous that I was nt wearing protection like him. I followed the boy for a while and when he began bending over to push the heavy roundabout in the playground the waistband of his shorts lowered slightly revealing to everyone who had an interest the top of his pink plastic protective underwear.....I had an interest! I asked my Mum why a boy of his age was wearing baby pants and why they were pink, I don’t recall the answer. My first two ‘encounters’ with the opposite sex also shaped my desires. At around 5 years old two girls from the year above me in school started wanting to play games with me at break times, it always seemed to be the age old game of Mummies & Daddies, Tracey, a fair haired confident girl was always Mum, and in charge, her Asian friend Nita was the Dad and I as the youngest was always the baby. I was infatuated with the blonde girl of the pair. and was very happy to play baby if it meant being cuddled and cared for by her. I clearly remember one day during our break fun that I needed to pee, when I tried to excuse myself they told me not to use the toilet but to wet myself like the baby I was playing in the game. I tried to reason with them that I could use the lavatory but they insisted that I let my bladder go in my underwear. I peed in my shorts as requested and after break had finished returned to class with wet clothes. Sitting at the back of class the teacher spotted the tell tale signs of a damp patch at the front of my shorts and in front of the whole class asked me about the wet marks I had. I can only assume that due to the staff not wanting young pupils in school who were not potty trained that my parents were called to the school to discuss the problem. I was asked by my Mum in front of the headteacher why I had wet myself rather than use the toilet and after I told them the story of what happened at break the two girls and their parents were called to school and both my play friends were reprimanded. My second experience, at around 8 years old, was when a boy in class told me to go under the big school desk a group of us were sitting around because you could see up the skirt of a girl pupil opposite. I did, pretending to drop my pencil so I had to retrieve it and when I looked the girl was wearing a bulky nappy with smooth and shiny plastic pants under her dress, the boy was laughing that someone our age still needed a nappy, I was just fascinated, and kept going under the table to look at the sight. I think the girl eventually realised what was going on and moved seat but the memories and feelings I got from that ‘lesson’ still register with me today Early in my double figure years I went through the common period of makeshift nappies, using whatever I could that was at hand. I’d stuff my underwear with toilet paper to get that fantastic bulky feeling and eventually graduating to pinning a white family bath towel under plastic carrier bags which I’d cut holes out of for legs. I shared a bedroom with my brother but after he had fallen asleep sneak about and would secretly wear them to bed. I’d never wet anything previously but started to get bold and occasionally wet the ‘nappy’. This stopped when I was caught by my parents. TBC @forced2wet