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When I was 14 my parents suffered a financial setback. My dad was working but his hours were being cut at the plant. We were still in our home, we had food to eat, it was just money was tight. I begged and begged my parents to let me get a part time job, just to help out. At 14 I didn't realize that at part time it wouldn't be enough to offset what my dad was losing. I was only making minimum wage. My dad was making $17.92 per hour, for those days an excellent wage, I would be making a whopping $2.10 per hour. The deal was if my grades slipped in school the job was over. I worked for Mr. Mauzer. I did anything he wanted me to do from pulling weeds to shoveling snow. Believe me when I say he got his $2.10 worth of work out a me! Now Mr. Mauzer had no sons only daughters why I was hired, there was Carrie she was a bit older than I was at 16, Patricia my age and Deborah age 12. Now Mrs. Mauzer was very pretty and all of their daughters took after her. At 14, for some reason I had my heart set on Patricia. She wanted nothing to do with me what so ever! I think it was the time that I caught a frog and as I was showing it to her, it jumped and landed square in her face. She always thought I had done it on purpose. I hadn't but she still didn't like me. As I was working every time I turned around there was Debbie. I thought she followed me just to make sure I was doing what was asked of me by her father, you know just making sure I was earning that $2.10 an hour. She would come ask me what I was doing, then ask Why? I would explain it to her. She always liked my explanation she would smile at me. When I was thirsty she would bring me a glass of cold water. She treated me better than Patricia ever had. I even told her why Patricia didn't like me. I told her about the frog. She laughed and thought it was what she deserved. Debbie told me she liked frogs! Even though she always wore a dress that was as blue as her eyes she was more of a tomboy. We talked and talked as I did my work. I liked Debbie. On one occasion I asked her why she hung out and watched me work. She blushed a little and said "Because I like you! You don't tell me to go play in traffic or jump in the lake." "Who tells you that?" I asked? "My sisters, and other boys that used to work for my daddy!" I told her "Well as I see it your dad's my boss which kinda makes you my boss as well." She liked my explanation. About 2 years later I was 16 and my wage had increased to $2,98 an hour, I saved my money and I got to buy my own clothes for school every fall. My mom no longer had control of what I got for school. Debbie was now 14 still wore dresses still hung around while I worked. One day while I was working and she was watching me work her mom came and asked if she was good still? "No," was all she said and her mom took her to the house 5 minutes later she was back. We were talking again, it looks like rain as their were clouds coming to the west. Soon the wind picked up and it began to blow. Debbie was sitting there when a gust blew her dress up. I was expecting to see panties but got a view of her diapers, I'm not sure who was more shocked me or her. She tried to put her dress down but the damage was done. She looked like she wanted to cry. "Why do you wear diapers for," I asked? "If you must know I still wet my bed, my mom and dad think that if I wear diapers at all times except for school it will embarrass me enough that I will stop wetting my bed!" "That doesn't work I said!" "How would you know," she asked? "My parents did that to me when I was 11, I said. I still wet mine." "You do?" "Yep, the only thing it did wearing most of the time was I got kind a dependent on the diapers started needing them and not knowing when I went." "Me to! My mom just changed me and I think I'm wet again but I didn't pee on purpose. Do you still wear diapers, cloth and plastic pants like me?" I looked around to see who was watching if anybody, and unzipped my pants. She could see my diapers through the hole. "I couldn't stop wetting myself now if my life depended on it," I said. Tell your mom that's all this leads to. Debbie grabbed me and gave me a kiss. No little peck this was a real live lip lock. "I love you she said!" "Debbie I love you as well!" From that day on we became an item. Her dad was kind of upset that I was dating his daughter. He took me to his office and talked with me. He wanted to know why I loved his daughter, he came out and told me she was a bedwetter thinking that it would scare me away. I told him "I knew about her bedwetting and showed him my diapers and told him he might want to rethink the diaper punishment thing, it only causes you to lose more control, take it from somebody that is now diapered 24/7/365 thanks to my diaper punishment at age 11." They tried to get Debbie out of her diapers but it was too late. Like me she was dependant on them now like I was. At 18, I started college so did Debbie at 17. As soon as she hit 18 and I got a great job making $26.56 an hour we were married. Come to find out that due to the heat of wearing diapers and plastic pants I'm shooting blanks now. My mom felt low when we told her that there were no children in our future due to their bedwetting punishment. So did Mrs. Mauzer We're still married and were both diaper dependent thanks to our parents.