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Author: gbab65
Timestamp: May 21, 2025 at 10:19 PM
Content: FridayI’m Sam, I was 11 years old and we’d just started at Senior School in September and it’s now a Friday afternoon in October. It is 8th period, the last before home time and it’s RE. I am sitting there barely conscious with boredom, just like the rest of the class, as the teacher drones on. I need a wee before I catch my bus home, but I know there is no way I will be let out of class to go to the toilet and I will not have time after class or I will miss my bus. If only there was a solution.

I’m looking out of the window, across the playground to the adjacent building which is the home economics block. At the far end of the playground is the engineering block and I’m sitting in the admin block. The Home Economics Block was always full of the girls and the Engineering Block was always full of the boys. The fourth side of the playground led on to the school fields where we were made to play football and rugby in the freezing cold.

As you may have guessed, I was not sporty, at all.

I’m looking out of the window at one of the classes in the Home Economics Block and can just make out a display on the wall near the window. And I am trying to work out what it is that I’m seeing. Something like clear plastic bags or shower caps or something. Then I got it, they were baby pants that babies wear over their nappies to keep everything dry, so that must mean that was the childcare room where girls learn about looking after babies. We called them baby pants as that is what mom called them and her mom had called them when they used to be made out of rubber, although now they actually plastic baby pants.

Thinking it through, wearing a nappy would be useful for me right now. You can wee in a nappy when you are wearing baby pants and nobody knows. I know this because when we were in class 1, my friend Simon used to wet his pants most days but suddenly stopped, or so I thought. I found out why, he was coming to school wearing a nappy. I saw the definite outline of a nappy under his shorts. He went home at lunchtimes so probably got changed then, as he would have a droopy bum before lunch but not straight after. Even back then, I always liked this idea.

We were only 5 or 6 back then, I was now 11. I hadn’t thought about this in years.

Going home on the bus that afternoon, I was still thinking about nappies and what it would be like. My little sister Sally was now 4 and out of nappies during the day, but mom was still putting a nappy on her for bed. It was just a routine that after tea, Sally would go upstairs to get her nightie on, then come back downstairs to watch telly for a bit before mom came in, nappy and baby pants in hand and get her nappy on her ready for bed. I needed to try this; I was missing out on something here.

That night, I went up to get my PJ’s on and went into the airing cupboard to get a clean pair. The nappies and baby pants were there; I hesitated but took one of each with my PJ’s into my room. I had got them, I just sat there looking at them. I had seen mom change Sally a million times so knew what to do and folded the nappy in half and sat on it.

I pulled the nappy up between my legs and pinned the sides using the nappy pins that were lying about in my bedroom. I then pulled the baby pants up and over my nappy, they were a bit tight, but they fit. I then did what mom always did with Sally and made sure there were no bits sticking out then pulled my PJ’s on.

I had done it. I had got myself back into a nappy. I then got under the covers and just lay there trying to absorb the experience that I suddenly realised, I had been waiting years to experience.

Mom appeared a few minutes later

“What you in bed for? You don’t have to go to bed yet. Even Sally hasn’t gone to bed yet”

“Ok” and I got out of bed, mom straightened my bed as I went gingerly downstairs, very aware of the mass on my bum and hiding under my PJ’s. I sat at one end of the settee and Sally was at the other end while mom put her programmes on and I slowly drifted off to sleep. I woke up hours later, it was dark and I was already in bed. Mom had put me to bed like she did with Sally every night when she fell asleep on the settee.

I needed a wee but could hear mom was out on the landing, probably sorting the airing cupboard but also blocking my access to the bathroom. I couldn’t risk getting out of bed and trying to get the nappy off as mom would hear me and then come in to see what I was doing, I only had one choice. I lay there in bed, flat on my back trying to release my wee, but nothing happened. I rolled onto my front and tried, but nothing happened. I rolled back on to my back, feeling the pressure build and tried again. I was rewarded with a quick spurt, followed by another and then as I relaxed and I started with a full wee. Feeling the wee run down between my legs and being soaked up by the nappy between my legs and round my bottom. Oh wow, this more that I had expected. I just lay there and drifted back to sleep, completely engulfed by my new experience.

SaturdaySaturday morning and I woke up, still in my wet nappy just enjoying the sensations but knowing I had to deal with it. I waited until I heard mom had taken Sally downstairs and then I made a beeline for the bathroom with my bath towel and locked myself in. As I stood there, I relaxed and was again rewarded as the heat built between my legs as I let my morning wee go in my nappy. I took a shower and made sure to rinse out the nappy and baby pants as best that I could. I wrung out the nappy then I patted the baby pants dry then put baby pants in the back of the airing cupboard on the way back to my room then hid the nappy under my bath towel on my radiator to let it dry.

I got dressed and went down for breakfast and to watch telly. As I went into the living room, Sally was sat on the floor playing with dolls and still in her nappy. Oh how I wished I could do that too. Mom commented

“You were in the shower early”

“Yeh, I just felt a bit icky”. Showers in the morning were not unheard of but not regular either. I had to be careful.

We had our normal Saturday with shopping and playing and mom tidying up before it was after tea again and Sally was going up to get her nightie on. An unusual comment from mom was

“are you going to get ready for bed as well then we can all watch a movie” thinking about it and I agreed as I went up to my room. I snatched a pair of baby pants out of the airing cupboard on my was past before going into my room and recovering my stashed nappy.

A little bit damp and musty smelling, I soon had it pinned on and baby pants up and covering it. PJ’s on and downstairs to watch telly. Mom had brought us crisps and pop for the movie but even so, Sally was asleep before the movie was halfway through. I was half watching the movie but as me and Sally were at each end of the settee, I could clearly see her nappy under her nightie with how she as lying with her bottom towards me. I could also see as her nappy started getting darker on her bottom, she was wetting in her sleep. Realising that I was wearing the same, I relaxed as I too wet my nappy. I must have made a noise though as mom asked

“are you OK?” and I was like

“errm, yes thanks, just watching telly”

“well its OK if you lie down and nod off again like Sally, I don’t mind taking you to bed if need be.” So I snuggled down, only half watching telly.

SundayI woke up in bed, figuring it was Sunday morning so mom would be having her lie in. I got out of bed remembering that I was still in a nappy but figuring I’m on my own so it’s OK. I went downstairs and switched the telly on quietly to watch the kids programs. Sally soon joined me, I was suddenly interested in what she was wearing. Her nappy seemed a lot thicker on her bottom than mine, something that I would have to sort out.

Mom appeared sometime later, I was on the settee watching telly and Sally was on the floor playing with her dolls. Mom came into us

“Morning, did you sleep well. Just going to make a cup of tea then get your nappy sorted out” but just speaking to the room and not Sally specifically. She then came back in a few minutes later, sipping her cup of tea and sat on the floor to get Sally’s nappy off. I took this as my queue to get upstairs and changed myself. Same as yesterday and in the shower to wash off but more importantly rinse the nappy clean.

Baby pants in the airing cupboard and nappy drying under my towel, I was dressed and off out to ride my bike.

Coming back in later, mom was doing the washing and I was asked

“can you go up to your room and find all of your dirty washing and bring me your bath towel as well so I can get it all washed” and I was off upstairs. There were only a pair of underpants and a couple of pairs of socks under my bed but also grabbed my bath towel. The nappy had completely dried this time and was back to soft and fresh unlike yesterday. I put the nappy back in the airing cupboard and took all of my washing downstairs.

“Is that everything?” and I just nodded before going into the living room where Sally was playing, so I just put the telly on and sat there. I watched as mom was hanging the nappies out on the line. Sally has a nappy on every night and mom does the washing every Sunday but there were 10 nappies on the line and not the expected 7. Mom must have been changing her in the night more than I expected.

After Tea, I just watched telly as normal then went to bed to be ready for school in the morning and I left the nappies alone.

“Don’t forget to brush your teeth and use the toilet before you get in bed”, I don’t think she will ever stop reminding me of this.

FridayI was on the bus on my home from school and I’m planning. I can barely wait to finish tea and get ready for bed. It’s been nearly a week and I want this. Tea finished and mom actually prompts me to get ready for bed and get my PJ’s on, this is normal for Sally, but I am normally just left to it. Sally and I go up together and I go into the airing cupboard to get a nappy and baby pants. Sally sees me and asks

“What you doing?

“Just getting my things for bed” I reply while trying to stay calm.

“Is that nappy for me”

“no, mom’s got yours downstairs” and Sally ran off

I go in my room to get changed while Sally puts her nightie on and goes down to see mom so she can be dressed for bed. My nappy pinned on and baby pants pulled up and then my stretchy short PJ’s.

I went downstairs and joined mom and Sally in the living room and settled in on the settee to watch telly.

“Comfy now” mom asked

“yeh” was my reply. I definitely preferred the comfy nappies straight out of the airing cupboard to the one I tried to wash myself the first time. Telly was boring and I fell asleep.

I woke up a bit later, still on the settee and needing a wee. Thinking about it for a second and I just relaxed as I felt my nappy warm up between my legs. I never got bored of this sensation. Still half asleep, mom picked Sally up to carry her to bed and said

“are you coming too?” and I went up the stairs in front of mom.

“don’t forget you still have to brush your teeth”

SaturdayIt’s Saturday morning, I’m not rushing like I did last Saturday. I now know that mom cannot tell I’m wearing a nappy so need to worry about it.

I go downstairs to watch telly and I’m soon joined by Sally wanting the same thing. I’m on the settee and Sally comes and sits by me for a minute before getting down on the floor to play with her dolls.

Looking up at me from on the floor, with a big grin on her face, Sally asks me

“Have you got a nappy on your bum” and then just giggling

Mom appears a bit later, says a quick hi as she goes into the kitchen to make herself a cuppa. She then appears in the living room with us and gets down on the floor by Sally.

“OK, who needs their nappy changing first?” mom asks out loud

“Sam does” says Sally while rolling around on the floor kicking her legs in the air and giggling

“I think Sally does first” replied mom also laughing to herself. Not taking any chances on being discovered, I got up and went upstairs to shower, get dressed but more importantly, sort my nappy out. Showered, nappy rinsed and on my radiator, baby pants rinsed, dried and in the airing cupboard. I’m dressed in T shirt and shorts and heading down to go out and play.

I came in at teatime as usual and after tea went up to get my PJ’s on with Sally, Sally watching as I was getting the baby pants out of the airing cupboard but not commenting this time. The nappy under my towel was all dry and fresh again and I soon had it pinned on. I don’t know why the nappy the first week was damp and musty, as they were all coming soft, dry and fresh now.

Then downstairs for our normal evening watching telly, not even having to move when I had a wee was getting easy.

Sunday

Mon-ThuNow knowing mom had no idea I was back in nappies made it easy for me. Mom obviously had no clue what I was doing even though Sally did.

I got my nappy on for bed after tea on Monday and Tuesday but as I was on the bus going home on Wednesday I started to think what if? What if I put it on earlier and went out to play wearing it.

I got home saying hi to mom as I went upstairs to get my uniform off. By earlier I meant now, as I silently went to the airing cupboard and got a pair of baby pants. Back in my room and using the nappy I had left on my radiator was soon pinned in, baby pants up, Shorts and T shirt on and out to play.

This is great, the only time I’m now not wearing a nappy now is on the bus to and from school and at school. I’m on our drive and I have my bike upside down as I’m cleaning it with a rag and I just let go and wet my nappy with barely a thought. This is so much easier and better than I ever hoped for.

In for tea and sitting at the table, even Sally is in her knickers and I’m in a nappy. I feel myself wetting again whilst eating my tea. I love this and nobody else has any idea. The thought comes to mind though, I plan on changing my nappy when I put my PJ’s on but I can’t go for a shower as I had one this morning and so I need to put my wet nappy somewhere. The obvious solution soon comes to mind and I can put it in Sally’s nappy bucket. I can then grab it in the morning and wash 2 nappies in the shower.

So, after tea and me and Sally are upstairs to get our PJ’s on. I go into my room and get undressed but only then remembering I needed a clean nappy out of the airing cupboard, so I creep out only wearing my nappy and just as I get to the airing cupboard, Sally comes out of her room now in her nightie. Looking at me and what I’m wearing, then going downstairs so mom can get her ready for bed. She must think this is normal as I’m wearing exactly the same as she wears and she hasn’t said anything, so far.

The following morning, breakfast then shower and rinse nappies. Only the one in Sally’s bucket is not there. It’s gone. Mom must have emptied the bucket already for the washing machine. Hopefully she won’t notice. Me washed, nappy and baby pants rinsed, baby pants dried and back in the airing cupboard and nappy under my towel then bus and school.

FridayIts Friday again and I’m on the bus on my home. I know I want to be in a nappy again. I’ve got to get the timing right so as not to arouse any suspicions from mom. So as the nights before, I waited until after Tea and went up at the same time as Sally to put my PJ’s on. Again, I sneaked a nappy and a pair of baby pants out of the airing cupboard, I seemed to have found a bigger pair this time. I was soon in my bedroom and getting my nappy pinned on from on my radiator with the fresh one as well, along with the bigger baby pants, I was now double nappied. I now felt how Sally looked and I was loving it. I pulled my PJ’s on, they were a bit stretchy so easily accommodated my padding and made my way downstairs.

“Comfy now?” mom asked as I made my way into the living room and claim my spot on the settee whilst mom was on the floor with Sally getting her nappy pinned on. Sally then jumped on her end of the settee and curled up ready for telly time. Mom then got settled and started the usual ritual of flicking between the programmes she wanted to watch while we just lay on the settee. I was very aware of what I was wearing and relishing the way it felt and it soon got better as feeling I needed a wee, I just relaxed and let it go in my thirsty nappy and I was soon asleep.

I woke up as mom was guiding me up to bed. The telly was already off and Sally had already been taken to bed and now mom was taking me to bed. Mom just guided me from behind as I we went upstairs to my bedroom and she put me to bed.

“you’re getting too big for this my little man” she said as she covered me up and kissed me on the head and I was asleep.

SaturdayI wake up feeling refreshed and wet. No problem, it’s what I expected. Downstairs to watch telly and soon joined by Sally as usual, I’m sitting there wetting my nappy without a care in the world.

Saturday and I’m up and showered and out to play as mom is still drinking her first cuppa.

That evening and into my now regular routine of nappy and baby pants then stretchy PJ’s pulled up to hide everything. Mom did not even restrict us on how much we were drinking with comments about it being warm and staying hydrated.

SundayWaking up in bed, I lie there for a minute as I adjust my senses. I can feel that I still have my nappy on and as I sit up then get out of bed, I feel the weight of it. Recalling the previous evening. Sneaking downstairs, I sit in front of the telly to watch the kids shows and feel as I let my morning wee go in my nappy.

Sally then appears, she is wearing almost matching stretchy PJ’s, they don’t hide her nappy at all like mine appear to and we sit there watching telly together. Mom then appears a bit later still. Saying hi to us, she goes straight to the kitchen to make her morning cuppa before coming back in with us.

“Sam, we need to go shopping today so do you want breakfast before or after your shower?” This was different, I was now being prompted to have a morning shower.

“Breckie first please” at which point mum went back into the kitchen for a few moments and returned with two bowls of cereal, one for me and one for Sally. Breakfast eaten and I went upstairs for my shower. My now normal routine of rinsing the nappies and baby pants, then wringing the nappies out and drying the baby pants. I put the baby pants in the back of the airing cupboard and grabbed a clean nappy and a pair of the smaller baby pants. I wanted to wear a nappy all day if I could especially if we were going shopping.

I went into my bedroom and put the wet nappies on the radiator under my towel, then set about getting my clean nappy on. I put the shorts and T shirt on that mom had left out for me and then went downstairs.

As I entered the living room, mom was just changing Sally.

“come on then poppet” she said to Sally “Lets get your nappy on for today as we’re going shopping” as mom finished pinning her nappy on and pulled up her pink baby pants and settled those too. Mom then started putting shorts and a T shirt on Sally which were just like mine, only smaller to fit Sally. We were dressed Identically, only I knew that even our underwear was identical too right down to the pink baby pants.

Looking at Sally, I could clearly see the outline of nappy front and especially on her bottom but was glad mine was hidden. No doubt my double nappies would have equally impressive.

Mom had already got the washing machine on and was just finishing her first load. Mom took the washing outside and started to peg out on the line and it was just nappy after nappy. Last week I had counted 10 but this week there seemed twice as many. Mom must have been changing Sally a couple of times every night now.

We were all soon dressed, out of the house and into the car. Sally strapped into her baby seat in the back and I was sitting in the front also belted up and we were off.

Mom commented while we were driving

“Those shorts look a bit tight on you; I’ll have to have a look at the label when we get to Asda and make sure I got the right size.” It was at this moment I thought

“Ahh!” I’m about to get caught wearing a nappy if mom starts looking at the labels of the clothes I’m wearing. I sat there being very quiet trying to think how I was going to get away with this.

We got to Asda and mom parked in the parent and baby spaces near the front. She then came round to my side as I was getting out and helped Sally get out of the car. Mom then spun Sally round, lifted her T shirt at the back and pulled the top of her shorts so she could read the label. I could clearly see that this action completely exposed the fact that Sally was wearing a nappy and baby pants. Mom then pulled her shorts back up and T shirt down and said

“Good girl, right Sam, turn round.” I’m now nervous as I’m about to be exposed. I know that my nappy is not completely covered by my shorts if you pull my T shirt up. Mom then pulled the back of my T shirt up and my shorts down to read the label of my shorts and not a word.

“Good boy, thank you, they are your size”. Still not a word about the elephant in the room. Mom had just been looking under my shorts where all I am wearing is a nappy and pink baby pants and she does not say a word. I am completely unsure what to think now. Mom must know I’m in a nappy as she was just looking at it, but why didn’t she say anything. And we are off.

First stop was the department store and mom headed straight to the children’s clothing area. She started looking through the baby pants and eventually selected 2 pairs of white, 2 pairs of blue and 1 each of pink cartoon and blue cartoon. I was secretly hoping she was buying the larger size ones again, but I could not see. Mom then picked up some white woolly tights and pink stretchy shorts for Sally and then a dark blue pair. With the clothes paid for we then started walking round just looking at stuff. We went into the bedrooms section where mom was looking at changing tables, and cots and single beds and bedside cabinets. I was tagging along but feeling I needed a wee, I stopped walking and just let it flow into my nappy.

Mom then led us on a procession of different shops including a toy shop we were allowed to look in, the idea being mom was wanting to know what we wanted for Christmas.

And then mom took us up to the café. We had our drinks and snacks then mom asked me to wait with the bags whilst she went and got Sally changed and off she went with Sally and her shoulder bag. They returned a little while later, looking exactly the same but Sally now having had her nappy changed.

“Do you need anything before we go?” this was a dilemma for me, I needed a wee and I was already wet. There was no point trying to go to the toilet as I would have to strip completely to use the toilet and then I would struggle to get dressed again after. I couldn’t ask mom for a nappy change as she would have offered if that is what she was thinking. I stood saying nothing but wetting my nappy again anyway. No choice really. I really should have doubled up this morning as I was now feeling wet and I was aware that I had a very droopy bum!

We did a bit more shopping before heading back to the car and head home. As soon as we got home, I was straight up the stairs and into the bathroom. I carefully slid my sodden nappy off but now I was stuck, I couldn’t rinse it as mom would ask why I’m having a shower in the middle of the day so took a chance again and put the nappy in Sally’s nappy bucket that lived in the bathroom. I rinsed the baby pants whilst washing my hands then pulled my shorts back up. Leaving the bathroom, I went into my bedroom and put the baby pants behind my radiator so they could dry off and quickly got some underpants on under my shorts before heading back downstairs. I walked into the living room and Sally is playing with her dolls and still in her nappy, maybe I should have put a nappy back on too. I go out the front to play. We live in a cul-de-sac, so all the kids are out playing in the road all of the time and everybody knows this, so they drive up and down the street very slowly as well. Steve and Dan, the 6-year-old twins who live opposite are out having a kick about with a football and I join in.

Sally follows me out as well, everybody knows her and nobody makes fun of her even though she is a bit big to still be in a nappy, but it is not that unusual here as everybody is really relaxed about potty training. Kerry who lives next door to the twins still sometimes wears one and she is 6. Sally goes to play with Debbie and Rachel, a 3- and 4-year-old, also in nappies. Wouldn’t surprise me if Steve & Dan were wearing plastic covered terry training pants. Turns out Steve actually is as he is tackling with Dan and his shirt lifted up exposing the top of his training pants above his shorts. This is unbearable and I feel like I’m the only one not in a nappy.

It is soon teatime and Sally and me go in to eat. After tea and Sally is up to get her PJ’s on and I go up too. Grabbing a couple of nappies and a pair of the larger pink baby pants, I’m not missing out again.

Out of my window I can hear Steve and Dan are still out, I get dressed in my long T shirt and shorts and tell mom I’m going back out to play for a bit.

Soon me Steve & Dan are soon all kicking the ball about when I notice Kerry has come out and is sitting with a colouring book in her front garden. Looks like she is wearing either a long T shirt or a nightie.

I quickly bore of kicking the ball about so go over and start talking to Kerry.

“Hi” I say

“Hi Sam” she responds with. I go over and sit cross-legged in front of her and we just start chatting and she is asking me about senior school and I’m telling it is a bit harder than juniors. Kerry then notices something and looks down at me as a big grin crosses her face. She looks up at me then down again, laughing to herself as she does.

“What?” I ask

“you’re wearing one of Sally’s nappies, I know you are because I can see it under your shorts, they don’t hide it all and it’s a girls nappy too because its pink.”

“Shhh” I said, “it’s my secret”

“Not very secret when I can see it”

“you wear nappies as well, I know as I’ve seen them”

“Yeh but only for bed”

“your not in bed now and I’ve seen it under your skirt when you playing with Debbie and Rachel”

“well OK and sometimes for fun, but why are you wearing a girls nappy?”

“it’s Sally’s and I helped myself to it. I’m sure mom knows but she hasn’t said anything yet so I’m not pushing it. We went shopping earlier and mom bought some blue cartoon baby pants and hopefully they are for me”

“yeh, your such a baby”

“Takes one to know one” and we are both giggling and Kerry then started wrestling me and got me flat on my back as she sat on me now making no attempt to hide her nappy.

“you even fight like a girl”

“You playing tomorrow” I asked as she got off me

“yeh, probably” and I left and went back home.

As I walked into the living room, I was met by mom and Sally playing on the floor

“Have you tried your new shorts yet?” mom asked

“No”

“come on then let’s try them now. Take your shorts off” and I was hesitant, obviously. No matter mom came over and pulled my shorts down for me leaving me standing in the middle of the living room in just a pink nappy.

“Here you go then” as mom passed me my new shorts and I pulled them up.

“That’s better a bit fit for you.” I’m in shock and I don’t know what to think. Mom has just ignored my nappy as a completely normal thing. I go up to my room and start to undress, pulling my nappy and baby pants down and stepping out of them as I took the nappy pins out. I get the nappy from under my towel along with a fresh one and pin it on and then pull up my new baby pants. I pull my stretchy PJ’s on then take my wet nappy and baby pants out to the bathroom and put them in Sally’s nappy bucket. I then make my way downstairs. Mom is just finishing changing Sally’s nappy; she was only wearing them for bed but seems to be back in day nappies again. We settle down for a bit of telly as mom busies herself in the airing cupboard.

After tea, Sally and I go up to get ready for bed. I stop at the airing cupboard to get what I need and I am presented with several distinct pile. All of the larger baby pants, including the blue cartoon baby pants, are one side and all of Sally’s, including the pink cartoon baby pants, are on the other side. There are two piles of nappies as well with one looking bigger than the other. I take one of the larger nappies and the blue cartoon baby pants into my room. Nappy folded in half, pulled up between my legs and pinned on, these are much bigger and thicker. I pull my baby pants on too. These are also different as the leg holes are more front facing instead of the sides, this accentuates my bulky bum experience and I love it. I pull my PJ shorts on and there is now no hiding what I am wearing as under wear and I even have my nappy hanging a bit below the bottom of my shorts. Now I really felt how Sally looked.

I hear mom come up to get Sally’s things out of the airing cupboard and I leave my room, dropping my wet nappy and baby pants in the nappy bucket in the bathroom and then go down, sure enough Sally is lying on the floor having her nappy pinned on followed by the pink cartoon baby pants.

I no longer think it’s Sally’s nappy bucket as now it is just the nappy bucket. Each time I have put wet nappies in there; they just get washed and nobody says a word. Its just easier for me this way.

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Author: gbab65
Timestamp: May 22, 2025 at 8:30 AM
Content: Mon-FriI am no longer trying to hide my nappy wearing in the house, seems a bit pointless if mom already knows although she is yet to say anything directly or even acknowledge what I am wearing. Every afternoon when I get home from school, then I go upstairs and get a nappy and baby pants out of the airing cupboard which I take into my room and pin myself into. Then T shirt and shorts on and out to play. Quite often Sally will see me from her room getting a nappy and baby pants out but never comments even though she spends most days in knickers now, like a big girl.

Playing outside, nobody has ever commented that is except for Kerry. She seems to be able to spot a nappy from a mile away or is it that she now just knows that I will be wearing a nappy, now all of the time except for to and from school and at school.

Sure enough, each evening after tea, me and Sally will go upstairs to get our PJ’s on, I will change my nappy at the same time as Sally runs downstairs for mom to put her nappy on. We then curl up on the settee while mom watches her programmes.

Later on, mom nudges me to go up to bed as she carries Sally up. I get the usual comment about brushing my teeth but no reminder to use the toilet. She knows.

SatI’m awake before everybody else as usual and go down to watch telly. These new nappies, being bigger and thicker, I don’t even feel wet in a morning. I’m squatted down in front of the telly trying to decide what to watch when Sally comes in. looking at me with a big grin, she squats down in front of me, nightie ridden up and nappy on show between her legs, she asks

“are you doing a wee in your nappy?” not even having thought about it realise that I am. I’m squatting in front of the telly having a full force wee in my nappy and not even really aware of it. Does this mean that I now need nappies if I don’t even know when I’m using them. I just grinned at Sally, finished what I was doing and went and sat on the settee.

Sally came and sat on me, her nightie still pulled up a bit so her plastic baby pants were directly on my leg and I could feel the heat in her nappy as well. Sally had also just wet her nappy and probably while I was wetting mine.

Mom appeared a little later and said her normal hi as she went in to make her cuppa. She came into us sipping her tea and said

“right then, plans are that we stay at home this morning and then I want to go out and get a new washing line this afternoon. So we can then just have a lazy morning and no rushing, OK, who needs their nappy changing first” as usual, Sally is rolling about on the floor with legs in the air and she shouts

“Sam does, Sam needs his nappy changing”

“Well I think its Sally first” said mom. I took this as my queue to get upstairs and changed. I still went into the bathroom to have my shower, rinse my nappy and baby pants but now I just put them in the nappy bucket. Going past the airing cupboard and I got what I now consider to be one of my larger nappies and a pair of the larger baby pants and in my room to get dressed. I come back downstairs and Sally is on the settee but I can see that she is now in knickers.

I go out to play on my bike in the street and at first, I’m on my own but then Kerry comes out. She is wearing some elasticated trousers that are so tight that I can see the outline of her knickers through them so I know that she is not in a nappy, we ride our bikes up and down the street and make a slalom course out of pebbles.

Steve and Dan then come out with their football and wearing jeans and T shirts and no evidence of training pants or nappies on either. Debbie Rachel and Sally had also all come out, it was a nice day and all of the kids in the street were outside playing. Me and Kerry had stopped at the top of the street while we reset our slalom course and grinning at me Kerry said

“Just you today then”

“Just me?” I said back

“Yes, just you. You are the only one in a nappy today. Even Debbie Rachel and Sally are in knickers and they are the babies and just Sam is in his nappy” I just stood there not really knowing what to say but became aware as I felt my nappy getting warm as I wet it. Standing there wetting my nappy without even a thought.

“not for long though, back in a sec” and Kerry was gone.

I carried on practicing cycling round our slalom course seeing how slow I could go when I saw Kerry coming back up the street with a big grin on her face and a nappy under her trousers. The tight fitting trousers doing nothing to conceal her padding.

“how comes you’ve got a nappy on now?”

“Easy, because I went in the house holding myself and mom asked me if I wanted a nappy and I said yeh. So now I’m wearing a nappy too” and we went back to our cycling.

“They were your blue baby pants then” Kerry said to me “I can see them sticking out of your shorts at the back.

The irony never struck me at the time but the two oldest kids in the street were the only one wearing nappies where all of the younger kids were in knickers or underpants.