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I woke up the next morning to a kiss on my forehead. I looked up to see Mom smiling at me. “Hi honey,” she said kindly. I just rubbed my eyes as she picked me up to hold me.

“Your dad and I talked a lot last night,” she said while petting my head. “I told him about how much you like your diapers and what happened yesterday.” She hugged me and leaned her head on me. “We both would rather not have you holding it in so much. We know you can use the potty if you want to, so... if it makes you happy, we’ll let you wear diapers while you’re at home.”

I smiled and giggled and hugged into her. “Thank you, Mommy!” Those words just made my whole morning.

At least until the next thing she said. “But if you’re going to be in diapers all day, that means you need to take a bath every night.” I whined when I heard that, but she said, “That’s the deal. A bath every night, or no diapers during the day.” It put a little damper on my mood, but I decided the diapers were worth it.

Things went pretty well for a long time after that. Every once in a while my parents would put shorts on me to go to a store or somewhere with my diaper underneath, but when we were at home I always liked just having my diaper uncovered. Every once in a while, my parents would ask me to try sleeping without a diaper and see if I’d gotten better. Each time, the same thing happened—I had trouble sleeping. I wasn’t making it up, either—I felt terrible waking up after a restless night, so it wasn’t worth trying to fake! But my parents were okay with letting me sleep in diapers as long as I needed to, and they were fine with letting me wear them at home if it kept me happy.

Then one day I heard my parents talking about what they would do about school. Up to now, for a few hours a day a few days a week, I had gone to a preschool where they didn’t mind changing diapers, so it was okay if I wasn’t fully potty trained yet (or pretended not to be). Next year I would be going to kindergarten. I would be spending a lot more time there, and it sounded like they wouldn’t change diapers anymore.

My dad insisted that if I sleep better with a diaper than without one, I should keep wearing diapers to bed. My mom insisted that if I wore diapers to bed, I should use it before it gets thrown away so it doesn’t get wasted. And they both knew that if I had to use a diaper before it was taken off for panties instead, I would hold it in as long as I could to keep my diaper. Neither of them wanted me doing that.

I played a lot of Bubble Bobble while listening to the things they talked about. They talked about keeping me at home and teaching me themselves. They talked about telling the teachers that I had a condition. They talked about asking a doctor why I had trouble sleeping and getting medicine to help me sleep so they wouldn’t have to put me in diapers at all. I didn’t like that idea, and neither did my mom.

“Well,” my dad said, “maybe she can keep it secret. Maybe we can teach her how.”

“But what if she has to go during the day? She won’t have anyone to change her.” My mom sounded worried.

“When you think about it,” Dad answered, “her school starts at 9:00 and ends at 3:00. That’s six hours away from us. If she goes in the morning, she might have to go maybe once during the day? If she gets wet while she’s in school, I think she can be okay with it for a while until we get a chance to change her.” I was just listening in from the other room, but I nodded when he said that. “As long as she doesn’t poop during class, I think she can keep it secret.” I tilted my head thinking when he said that. It sounded okay to me—I didn’t mind sitting in pee for a while, but when my diaper was a mess, I always wanted it changed as soon as possible.

There was silence for a moment, then I heard my mom’s voice. “Are we sure she can do it without other kids finding out she has them? I don’t want them making fun of her for it.” I got a little chill when she said that. The kids who didn’t need diapers in preschool did make fun of the kids who did when the teacher wasn’t there to stop them. If I was going to a place where no other kids wore diapers and the teacher wasn’t ready to help if they found out, it could be really really scary if they started making fun of me.

“Well,” my dad said as he stood up, “we have a few weeks before school starts. Why don’t we find out if she can keep it secret?”

He walked into the room with me and sat down by me. “Kit,” he said, “there’s a carnival in town tomorrow. How would you like to go out there with me and your mom?”

I smiled at him with a little giggle. “Do I get to wear diapers?”

He smiled right back at me and said, “Actually, we need you to! We can spend all day out there, and we’ll have your mom bring some clean diapers along. The challenge is that we have to go all day without anyone finding out you do have diapers on! You can use them when you need them, and when you need to be changed, just tell one of us you need to go potty. If you can go the whole day without anyone figuring it out, I’ll buy a new game for you. You wanna try it?”

I watched him with just the most curious eyes and nodded.

And that’s just how the next few weeks went. Almost every day, my parents would take me out somewhere with either a skirt or shorts covering my diaper, and I was to make sure nobody found out I used them. They offered me little treats here and there if no one found out, so I made sure not to let anyone see. I also figured out pretty quick how to pretend there was nothing unusual—Dad taught me how people don’t think anything is wrong if you act like nothing is, and he helped me practice.

By the time school came around, I was a natural at acting natural. I was nervous at first, but other than the fact that I peed myself right away the first day and had to spend all day in a wet diaper, things went well. That whole kindergarten year, nobody found out I was wearing diapers to school every day. It made me feel really confident that I could get away with it again after that, and my parents said they were proud of me for being able to manage it.

At the end of the year, my parents asked me to spend one day without diapers and to try one more time to sleep without them. I wasn’t too happy about spending a day that way, but they treated me to ice cream for it, so I was okay with trying it once. I proved to them that I could still use the potty without any accidents, and they were happy about that. But that night was the same old story—I could not fall asleep for hours, and I was really sleepy the next day.

That was enough for my parents to decide it. They wouldn’t make me try it again. I was allowed to use diapers all the time, and they wouldn’t try to make me give them up. As I started to get bigger, they found bigger diapers for me—diapers that were even more comfortable than the ones I was used to!

But then the deals started coming in. For one thing, my mom insisted that I learn how to change myself in case I needed it when she and dad weren’t around. Second, I still had to bathe every day, or nearly every day to help avoid rashes. Third, at my dad’s recommendation, we set up a schedule for when my mom could treat me like a baby. I found out years later that she secretly told him she liked the idea, and that’s why he set it all up.

Each week, Mom would get some time to treat me like a baby on certain days. Every few weeks, she would get a full “baby day”. I was still allowed to play video games and watch any TV shows I wanted, so long as I didn’t feed myself, dress myself, change myself, and did what she said as far as sitting in a playpen, sucking a pacifier, or using baby talk. We started practicing that summer so I could get a feel for it. She asked more of me some days than others, so I was okay with it overall.

That’s what my life has been like since then. My parents never asked me to give up diapers. They never got mad at me when I used a bunch in one day. They never scolded me or made fun of me or treated me like a baby when it wasn’t Mom’s time.

And it has been just wonderful...

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I woke up the next morning to a kiss on my forehead. I looked up to see Mom smiling at me. “Hi honey,” she said kindly. I just rubbed my eyes as she picked me up to hold me.

“Your dad and I talked a lot last night,” she said while petting my head. “I told him about how much you like your diapers and what happened yesterday.” She hugged me and leaned her head on me. “We both would rather not have you holding it in so much. We know you can use the potty if you want to, so... if it makes you happy, we’ll let you wear diapers while you’re at home.”

I smiled and giggled and hugged into her. “Thank you, Mommy!” Those words just made my whole morning.

At least until the next thing she said. “But if you’re going to be in diapers all day, that means you need to take a bath every night.” I whined when I heard that, but she said, “That’s the deal. A bath every night, or no diapers during the day.” It put a little damper on my mood, but I decided the diapers were worth it.

Things went pretty well for a long time after that. Every once in a while my parents would put shorts on me to go to a store or somewhere with my diaper underneath, but when we were at home I always liked just having my diaper uncovered. Every once in a while, my parents would ask me to try sleeping without a diaper and see if I’d gotten better. Each time, the same thing happened—I had trouble sleeping. I wasn’t making it up, either—I felt terrible waking up after a restless night, so it wasn’t worth trying to fake! But my parents were okay with letting me sleep in diapers as long as I needed to, and they were fine with letting me wear them at home if it kept me happy.

Then one day I heard my parents talking about what they would do about school. Up to now, for a few hours a day a few days a week, I had gone to a preschool where they didn’t mind changing diapers, so it was okay if I wasn’t fully potty trained yet (or pretended not to be). Next year I would be going to kindergarten. I would be spending a lot more time there, and it sounded like they wouldn’t change diapers anymore.

My dad insisted that if I sleep better with a diaper than without one, I should keep wearing diapers to bed. My mom insisted that if I wore diapers to bed, I should use it before it gets thrown away so it doesn’t get wasted. And they both knew that if I had to use a diaper before it was taken off for panties instead, I would hold it in as long as I could to keep my diaper. Neither of them wanted me doing that.

I played a lot of Bubble Bobble while listening to the things they talked about. They talked about keeping me at home and teaching me themselves. They talked about telling the teachers that I had a condition. They talked about asking a doctor why I had trouble sleeping and getting medicine to help me sleep so they wouldn’t have to put me in diapers at all. I didn’t like that idea, and neither did my mom.

“Well,” my dad said, “maybe she can keep it secret. Maybe we can teach her how.”

“But what if she has to go during the day? She won’t have anyone to change her.” My mom sounded worried.

“When you think about it,” Dad answered, “her school starts at 9:00 and ends at 3:00. That’s six hours away from us. If she goes in the morning, she might have to go maybe once during the day? If she gets wet while she’s in school, I think she can be okay with it for a while until we get a chance to change her.” I was just listening in from the other room, but I nodded when he said that. “As long as she doesn’t poop during class, I think she can keep it secret.” I tilted my head thinking when he said that. It sounded okay to me—I didn’t mind sitting in pee for a while, but when my diaper was a mess, I always wanted it changed as soon as possible.

There was silence for a moment, then I heard my mom’s voice. “Are we sure she can do it without other kids finding out she has them? I don’t want them making fun of her for it.” I got a little chill when she said that. The kids who didn’t need diapers in preschool did make fun of the kids who did when the teacher wasn’t there to stop them. If I was going to a place where no other kids wore diapers and the teacher wasn’t ready to help if they found out, it could be really really scary if they started making fun of me.

“Well,” my dad said as he stood up, “we have a few weeks before school starts. Why don’t we find out if she can keep it secret?”

He walked into the room with me and sat down by me. “Kit,” he said, “there’s a carnival in town tomorrow. How would you like to go out there with me and your mom?”

I smiled at him with a little giggle. “Do I get to wear diapers?”

He smiled right back at me and said, “Actually, we need you to! We can spend all day out there, and we’ll have your mom bring some clean diapers along. The challenge is that we have to go all day without anyone finding out you do have diapers on! You can use them when you need them, and when you need to be changed, just tell one of us you need to go potty. If you can go the whole day without anyone figuring it out, I’ll buy a new game for you. You wanna try it?”

I watched him with just the most curious eyes and nodded.

And that’s just how the next few weeks went. Almost every day, my parents would take me out somewhere with either a skirt or shorts covering my diaper, and I was to make sure nobody found out I used them. They offered me little treats here and there if no one found out, so I made sure not to let anyone see. I also figured out pretty quick how to pretend there was nothing unusual—Dad taught me how people don’t think anything is wrong if you act like nothing is, and he helped me practice.

By the time school came around, I was a natural at acting natural. I was nervous at first, but other than the fact that I peed myself right away the first day and had to spend all day in a wet diaper, things went well. That whole kindergarten year, nobody found out I was wearing diapers to school every day. It made me feel really confident that I could get away with it again after that, and my parents said they were proud of me for being able to manage it.

At the end of the year, my parents asked me to spend one day without diapers and to try one more time to sleep without them. I wasn’t too happy about spending a day that way, but they treated me to ice cream for it, so I was okay with trying it once. I proved to them that I could still use the potty without any accidents, and they were happy about that. But that night was the same old story—I could not fall asleep for hours, and I was really sleepy the next day.

That was enough for my parents to decide it. They wouldn’t make me try it again. I was allowed to use diapers all the time, and they wouldn’t try to make me give them up. As I started to get bigger, they found bigger diapers for me—diapers that were even more comfortable than the ones I was used to!

But then the deals started coming in. For one thing, my mom insisted that I learn how to change myself in case I needed it when she and dad weren’t around. Second, I still had to bathe every day, or nearly every day to help avoid rashes. Third, at my dad’s recommendation, we set up a schedule for when my mom could treat me like a baby. I found out years later that she secretly told him she liked the idea, and that’s why he set it all up.

Each week, Mom would get some time to treat me like a baby on certain days. Every few weeks, she would get a full “baby day”. I was still allowed to play video games and watch any TV shows I wanted, so long as I didn’t feed myself, dress myself, change myself, and did what she said as far as sitting in a playpen, sucking a pacifier, or using baby talk. We started practicing that summer so I could get a feel for it. She asked more of me some days than others, so I was okay with it overall.

That’s what my life has been like since then. My parents never asked me to give up diapers. They never got mad at me when I used a bunch in one day. They never scolded me or made fun of me or treated me like a baby when it wasn’t Mom’s time.

And it has been just wonderful...