A Secret's Only A Secret If You Keep It To Yourself

Chapter One

"Tommy! Tommy," a voice called from behind and Tommy turned to find Richie jogging up, panting slightly, his cheeks red from exertion. "Dude, we are t-totally going to p-play D&D at my house tonight. I m-made an entire elf campaign!"

Tommy forced a smile but shook his head, trying for an air of disappointment. "Sorry man, I can't make it. I'm supposed to be going to my grandma's for the weekend."

"Oh, lame," Richie said. "Not your grandma. She's awesome. "

Tommy nodded. "Yeah... If I can get out of it then I will definitely stop by," he promised, slapping hands with Richie.

He didn't enjoy lying to one of his closest friends but there was no helping it. It wasn't like he could tell him the truth... Well actually... He probably could.. Rich was so easy going, so non judgemental, so accepting that it most likely wouldn't have bothered him at all but... Some stuff was just better kept to yourself.

The truth was that Tommy wanted to go home because his parents were out of town and his little sister was at a sleepover. This meant he was alone... Something he had been waiting for.

Taking the trail through the park, alternating between jogging and a brisk walk in an attempt to get home as quickly as possible, Tommy made it home in record time, hopping the little fence into his driveway, the door unlocking as he approached. He took the stairs two at a time and shouldered his way into his room, dropping his backpack on the floor and kicking the door behind him.

The laptop couldn't load up fast enough, Tommy's fingers tapping impatiently. They quickly became a blur as he typed an alternate email and an alternate password to access an alternate account for his alternate persona... It was a fake profile... With a fake name and a fake photo but it was the real him... The fake Tommy was sitting right here in on the bed, was the boy that he pretended to be every day.. pretended to be to his family and friends because there was no way that they would understand the real him.

All of the friends on this profile were like him, shared his interest, an interest that was quickly becoming an obsession. That's why being home alone was so important. Tonight was the night, the night he was finally going to live out part of his dream.

All of the friends on this profile were abdls and tbdls. They were mommies and daddies and littles. Tommy was a little. He wanted nothing more than to regress, to watch SpongeBob in a onesie and have someone take care of him, to change him and powder his bottom, to shower him with love and affection and play with him.

A shudder ran though his body as he looked at the most recent photos in his feed, photos of men and women and boys in their wet or dirty or clean diapers. He wished he had a bottle, had a onesie and a rattle. God how he wished someone would clean him and lay him down for a nap, rubbing his back and bottom until he fell asleep.

Tommy pulled the sheet from his mattress, picking at a string until it came loose and opened a hole big enough for him to get his hand in. He fished around until his fingers brushed across the soft padding of the diaper he had tucked away some time ago. It had been hell to leave it alone, leave it hidden until the time was right. He could still feel the rush he had gotten when he stole it out of his little cousin's diaper bag.

It was soft and small with Mickey Mouse on the front. It would be a tight fit but he would make it work. He just wanted to feel the safety and security that he knew it would offer even if it was only once... Even if tomorrow he would have to go back to his old life of a thirteen year old boy, playing sports and videogames. One night.... Just one would be enough.