Sissy's Love & Freddy's Diaper

Sissy in Middle School, Freddy Starts Kindergarten (As Told By Sissy)

By the time Freddy was old enough to start Kindergarten Mom was really starting to become complacent about what us kids did. We had just out found dad died. Most of her movie friends had moved to California. At thirteen my routine was to wake, get ready for school, get Freddy ready. I had to make sure Freddy ate breakfast and lunches were made. Benny was real good at this except Friday. It was his day off and pizza day, so we'd get our own cereal, and take lunch money left on the counter with an extra buck or two for seconds if we wanted. I usually saved mine and made my own lunch. Then, I would have to walk Freddy to the bus stop then to mine a block away. Our schools were next to each other. His started a half-hour earlier, and mine got out a half-hour later, so after a week I just rode his on the way there. And, he'd ride mine on the way back. That way we could sit together. Next year I start High School and I decided to wear panties at least in school all the time, so my mind was occupied with style.

Sure, there were a few of mom's friends who had families that sometimes dumped off their kids after school and go party with mom. Freddy and I mostly avoided them staying in our rooms because they were spoiled. There were a few that we hung out with, But we enjoyed our own company.  Jerry and Benny didn't mind they got paid an extra 10 bucks an hour per kid. Mom was usually out shopping or hanging out with her latest "Beau." She liked that old movie term for boyfriend. This mostly meant she was at the bar bragging about her "Movie Days" to any slob that would listen. She would leave the same note on the fridge for me everyday. 

Sissy I'm out running errands or working

1: Change Freddy's diapers if he needs it.
2: There should be snacks for you guys and your friends in the fridge and don't trouble Benny.
3: If there is any laundry get it started the housman will finish it.
4: Gather the trash and Freddy's stinkies for the Houseman to carry out.
5: Make a shopping list for the cook if you need anything special.

Cards in the drawer by my bed if you need anything.

Love,

Mommy

Every time I saw that note I got a little pissed. 

1 and 5: She didn't know or bother to find out Freddy  never made "stinkies" in his diaper anymore. He only wet the bed most nights, when he was stressed, or a bathroom break wasn't available like during school quizzes. Freddy did wet on purpose most times if  he was having fun or doing something he didn't want to stop like watching a movie. But he always wore a diaper indoors, so it wasn't a problem except once at school when he wanted to show off some new Disney panties to his friends. Lucky the cook was at home to bring dry diapers, and hungover mom never found out.  After that it was always diapers at school. He would almost always wet his panties unless he was outside and didn't feel like coming in and rarely wore diapers in the yard playing. He prefers panties or nothing and a skirt or nude from the waist down. I wasn't worried. I wasn't fully potty trained until third grade still wetting every night and some days because I choose too. I still wore at least pull-ups daily till the fifth grade. Mom didn't know I did even though I told her once, I guess she was drunk then too.

Nor did she realize that Freddy had started picking his own clothes, washed, dressed, and changed himself almost always. Even at school he'd rarely have to go to the nurses office, preferring to change himself on regular bathroom breaks. Occasionally I would help just to feel like he still needed me. He even knew his girls size (Size 1-3) same as me. By now were both shopping for all our own clothes online. Freddy even started wearing my thongs sometimes. At first I thought it was odd and confronted him. He said he wanted to be like me. I was so flattered I just hugged him and shed a few joyful tears. I tried them and I was squirming around feeling like I had a wedgie all day. I guess he found the few I had in my panty drawer. The school even sent a note home requiring special permission for him to wear skirts because he hated pants all day. Also, they required a note for him to wear diapers and other undies. I typed a note on my computer for Mom to sign. She was so drunk she didn't remember signing both. While Freddy was in kindergarden it was no big deal because lots of kids still at least wore trainers and kids that age really hadn't established sexual identity yet. I fit the gender fluid category. I liked boys but found some girls really cute.