At first it was just when he stayed over and after that first time he wanted to stay over often. Then one night after we were supposed to be in bed, he had diapered up. At some point in the night my mom looked in on us and saw that he was diapered. The next morning was awkward when she asked him why he was in a diaper, did he have a bedwetting problem?
Randy stayed away for a month or so, until our mom’s talked.
“I have noticed that Randy and Fox have not been hanging around much anymore, did Randy do something that caused this?” Randy’s mom asked
“No, just typical tween stuff. Last time he stayed there was some an awkward situation, and I think that he was too embarrassed to come over any more.
”I remember that day he came home and just gave short answers and ran up to his room. What happened?”
“I shouldn’t say anything it’s personal and probably embarrassing for him”
“What was it?”
“When he slept over, he had put on one of Fox’s diapers and plastic pants. I had thought he had been wearing them before, but found out for sure that night”
“So that’s why he was wanting to stay over all the time, figured it was something. Was he just wearing or was he using them? Eh doesn’t matter.”
“What is your opinion about it? We will ensure that if you don’t want him wearing them that he does not, but he is still very welcome to come over.”
“Honestly, I kind of thought something was going on. I see him acting weird about diaper commercials and for some reason he always has to walk down the diaper aisle in the grocery store. I personally don’t care as long as it does not cause problems”
“If you want, I can get you some of Fox’s diapers for you to leave at home?”
“I don’t want to put you out or anything?”
“I’ll get you 2 sets, diapers and plastic pants, you can always buy some if you need more, or bring them back”
Those 2 sets of diapers were placed in Randy’s top drawer by his mom, for Randy to find them. She left a note “Let’s Talk, mom”. A day or so later he noticed the cloth diapers and the note. Randy knew my mom must have talked to his mom. So she knew. He took the note to his mom one night when it was just the two of them at home.
“Hey mom, uh um I got your note….”
“I assume you saw what was below the note too, so you know I know too”
Randy turned seven shades of red from the embarrassment of his mom knowing that he had worn diapers at my house many times. He really did not want to talk about it.
“Honey, your dad and I know, and we are fine with if you want to wear diapers every now and then. We don’t want it to become a thing, but if you want to try them it is fine. All we ask is that if you do use them, you are responsible for washing them.”
“I’m sorry mom, this is so embarrassing, and you told dad too, why would you do that?” He cried
It took several days but he eventually gave into the temptation one night, putting a diaper and plastic pants on and going to bed. The next morning his mom went to wake him up and found him diapered. He was mortified but his mom was unfazed.
“What, it’s not like I have not seen you in diapers before, your dad certainly did not change you when you were a baby. Get some clothes on or get changed, breakfast is ready”
Randy got out of the diaper and got dressed, it was the weekend and he really would love to stay diapered all day, but it was just too embarrassing for him to be in a diaper around his mom and dad.
Quietly his mom bought him a dozen more sets of diapers and sent the two sets back to my mom. His mom would launder the new ones. It took some time before he finally got up the nerve to actually use a diaper. Then the awkwardness of getting them washed came up. His mom showed him how to run the washer, and how to care for the diapers and plastic pants.
There would be Saturdays that he would stay diapered all morning playing on his computer, but he was holed up in his room. Usually if he wanted to wear during the day when school was out, he came to my house, where he could be diapered up, and nobody would bat an eye about it. Which brought us to this afternoon.
After Randy got himself diapered, he met me in the garage where I was getting my mountain bike gear on. Helmet, gloves and kneepads on. One could tell that Randy was diapered under his jeans.