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I have been an avid reader of this site for several years and was saddened by recent events. It always intrigues me when people writing in say they have come across the site accidentally, to link into a site like this you have to be following links on enforced dressing, adult baby topics, or purely cross dressing etc. My initial connection was via the adult baby link this is a record of events that led me into this interest. I was born in Northern England in the early fifties one of four children (an older brother and sister and a sister two years younger) our father was in the forces, so only in our lives periodically when home on leave, as a result our mother was in charge of the household. Younger sister was a bed wetter and to make life easier she would be suitably attired at night this was accepted by the rest of the family and life went on. One day when I was about eleven years old I was out in our back garden playing with my best friend who lived next door, my sister was on her own and started to get in our way and annoy us. I lost my temper and told Barry that Ann still wet the bed and had to wear nappies when she went to bed at night, this resulted in us both laughing and chanting "Ann wears nappies nah nah nah nah nah" over and over again. Of course Ann became very upset and the tears started but we were in full swing and wouldn't let up. Unbeknown to us both our mothers had been listening trying to find out why Ann had become so upset and when they realised what was going on, put an immediate end to it with a verbal assault on our ears regarding our nasty outburst on my sister. We were both told to say sorry and stay in for the rest of the day even though it was mid May and very warm. Nothing more was said on the subject and life returned to normal, that is until two weeks later when half term came around (in those days it was known as Whit Week)and I was awakened Monday morning as usual after my older brother and sister had left home to go to work. My mother handed me my playing out clothes and told me to get dressed while she attended to Ann. On top of the pile of clothes, was one of Ann's nappies and two pins. "What's this" I asked pointing to the nappy, "Oh that's for you, you'll be wearing it all week during the day whilst you are playing just to see if you really think it's funny having to wear a nappy like your sister". "Oh no I'm not" I retaliated "I'm not wearing a nappy" "Well put it this way, either put it on yourself and nobody is any the wiser or wait until tonight and I'll get your brother and sister to help you. Which ever way you choose you will be definitely wearing a nappy for the rest of the week during the day, so think about and decide quickly", with that she left the room leaving me in turmoil. I knew that I was in a no win situation and mulled over my options, do I do it voluntarily or have it forced upon me? I decided on the first option and set about fitting the nappy which I found almost impossible to do, every time I stood up the nappy would slide down, eventually I succeeded to a degree and finished dressing. In those days most young lads wore the traditional khaki shorts that were baggy around the legs; these did help in disguising the bulk of the nappy. When dressed I made my way very sheepishly down to the kitchen for breakfast "Having regrets about your behaviour to your sister?" I just chose to sulk and not reply. After breakfast I made my way into the sitting room and sat down. "Oh no you don't "said my mother "you can go out and play, I've got all my housework to do". Up I got and slowly made my way outside and sat on the back step, being a holiday you could already hear the laughter of children playing. I glanced to next door and caught site of Barry in a similar position. I nodded across to him and he returned the gesture. This continued for a while until I picked up some courage, stood up and slowly walked around the garden, I came upon my bike and picked it up then straddled it. "Fancy a ride round?" I asked Barry, he nodded and got to his bike and very gingerly mounted it, we made our way onto the street and came together. As I approached him I could clearly see white towelling protruding from the pant leg of his shorts, "Snap" I said pointing to his shorts. He blushed when he realised what was showing and hurriedly poked it back into his shorts. "All week?" I asked, he just nodded, and off we rode keeping very quite trying to keep our embarrassment to ourselves. This continued all week, each afternoon I was allowed to remove the nappy and put back on my normal underwear, before the rest of the family returned, so only our mothers and ourselves were aware of what was happening. By the end of the week the morning ritual was becoming less of a chore and I could fit a nappy quite quickly and fold it to show least bulk. Things changed on the Friday our last day, my mother presented my clothes as usual only this time there was an addition of a pair of rubbers (as plastic pants were called) "Sorry about this but the nappies are not quite dry this morning, wear these nobody will know and it will stop the damp patch showing on your shorts". I did as I was told and dressed and carried on playing as I had done all week. What was different this day was the fact that over the course of the day the nappy began to feel warm and not at all uncomfortable; I quite liked the feel of the damp nappy. All week when ever the need of the toilet was required I just lifted the leg of the shorts up pushed the nappy to one side and carried on. The same was done with the rubbers only it was a bit more difficult and took longer. At the end of the day my mother told me to get changed and bring the nappy and rubbers down for washing. On removing the nappy I couldn't help but notice the pungent smell that was coming from the nappy and there was no ignoring my state of arousal something that had not occurred all week (I was at this time just entering puberty and these things happened now and again). When I presented the items to my mother she asked me if I had learned my lesson to which I nodded, she then informed that Fridays nappy had been Ann's the night before and therefore I now know what its like to be in that position. The only problem was that I had not found the final day unpleasant rather the opposite and one that I was to repeat on many occasions during the ensuing years. I think it could be the fact that a lot of teenagers developed a tendency to try their sisters or mothers undies on. I got a kick out of wearing a nappy, the smellier and hotter the feel, the more I liked it. My sister became dry shortly after but I took over, in secret, of course enjoying what I thought at the time was doing something that other people would detest and not fully understanding what I was doing and why I was achieving so much pleasure from it. So what started of as an embarrassing punishment became to me a thing of great pleasure, even now I sometimes slip a nappy on and think back to my younger teenage days As I said earlier Barry and my self never discussed what we were going through and to this day don't know what long term effect was suffered by Barry. Within a year of this happening my father came home and we moved to another town were I carried on my secret love for wearing nappies. I will add at this point that I got married and we had three children of our own, and I did my share of nappy changing over the years, not once did I want to show an interest in their nappies in fact thinking back I never indulged in my fantasy world while they were growing up. I just wasn't interested, it was only as the years past that I got the urge to return to my teenage years, some thing that was kept private and never shared, never knowing what my wife would have made of it .Do I regret what I did?, to my sister yes, following up with my own fetish no, anything that gives pleasure without causing others harm can't be that bad or can it? Yours, one of the many adult nappy wearers. David Thank you for your lovely letter David. I wonder how many other boys have been converted to love nappys by their loving mothers? Auntie Helga |