Panty Diaper Boy & Tomboy Housemates

Growin up with Mags

Mags and I had seen each other naked ever since we met in kindergarten and had sleepovers. We often helped pick out each others outfits from skin out when we went on dates. We picked out each others clothes and shared them even when we "dated" briefly in middle and highschool. That was no more than our parents setting it up knowing there would be no frisky business. It was then we began to suspect our sexuality. Mags would often prefer me to wear her panties and I liked her better in jeans and t-shirts. 

Our first "Date" was a middle school halloween party I went in her school skirt and outfit and she went in my khakis and uniform with the exception of shoes (we wore nice gender neutral sneakers) both of us were completely dressed as the opposite sex. 

Mags always knew of my public toilet dislike and diaper like. It wasn't that I had a fear if being  seen naked. I peed in front of boys all the time in scout camp right in the woods, and I pooped in the latrine that had no partitions at all except a wall that didn't even go to the ground. And, it no roof. I had no problems being naked around girls either. Mags had plenty of sleepovers I went to. Plenty of boys were allowed to come too. That was until the second grade. After that I was the only boy allowed and I slept in her older brother's room. He was sixteen and taught me all about the birds and bees. I don't think he was being naughty he never touched or did anything sexual around me. He just showed me pictures of naked girls in magazines and told what the parts were for. It was actually a good thing he told me because I didn't want kids at least not then.

Everyone in her family knew I wear diapers, and I just liked convenience to use a diaper. I never had to wait in line or have that painful feeling in my crotch from holding it too long. 

That became our tradition everybody went along with it and thought it was a hoot. I even started wearing the girls uniform every day to school. At first I got laughs, but the novelty wore off. Everyone said it was just "My weird thing." I got the nickname Skirts. At least I wasn't Boogers or Pocket Pool. (Double P for short or just Dubs). A few people called me Diapers, but they didn't know me before High School

Freshman year high school Halloween I went dressed as a diapered school girl. Mags school skirts were way too short for me since my summer growth spurt, so a diaper with frilly cover seemed the perfect solution to showing off my padded bottom every time I bent over. To match, Mags went as my daddy wearing my confirmation suit we both wore penny loafers because that was what almost everyone wore, boys and girls. That went over like a fart in church. Technically we were in a church. We went to a Catholic school and the party was in the Church gym and auditorium. Only upper classmates were allowed to use the big gym in the school. All our classmates got a great laugh, but the Nuns promptly kicked us out. That's how my Nickname changed from Skirts to Diapers (Dipes for short).

That was OK with us we hung out with the "Cool" Kids smoking pot behind the convent. The rest of high school was mostly a blur because I was Stoned or Drunk. I barely Graduated. I was 4th in my class of 468...From The Bottom LOL. I did get straight "A's" in Literature, Drama, English and Art. I was Voted the "Most Creative." Also I was voted Most Likely to Wind up in Prison," on an unofficial school pole.

I went thru a bunch of brain tests that year. Psychologists and other doctors hooked electrodes to my head, asked questions, and showed me ink blots, and pictures of war, blood and guts, AND even naked ladies. I thought most of the ladies were pretty, The blots were boring, and the blood and stuff was unnecessary. The shrinks and quacks never figured out what was "wrong with me" Go figure, I joined the Marines four years later.

Forced to wear pants and no diapers, I hated it. I liked wearing pants and had no problem going without diapers. Faculty hounding me to show my work, Coaches begging me to join sports; I just didn't like the idea of being forced to do anything that affected only me. I hated every minute of High School.

Just think what would have happened if the Nuns were nicer. Mags on the other hand was brilliant she was 6th from the top. She got straight "A's" all the way. I used to tease her that math was easier to her than taking a shit. I got all the answers right; I just couldn't explain how or why. I could not figure out why I should show my work to someone AKA a teacher that was smarter than me how I got my answer. I just looked at a problem and wrote what seemed to be right. If I was born later people might have seen I was a genius. Or, had High functioning Autism with an order of High Intelligence. 

Mags ran cross country, and marathons. And, she was good. 

I loved to watch her long legs move it was like a painting mixed with a dance. I couldn't figure out she moved them. At 6'4" 180 Lbs I was a thug. I didn't hurt anyone except Jocks and Preppies that picked on littler kids. The coaches wanted me to play football or wrestle. I wanted nothing to do with sports or the arrogant bastards that played them. I saw their tiny peni in P.E. I heard them bragging how good and better they were than everyone else. Sometimes I'd Get them cornered and make them give me their varsity jackets. I would take their "letters" off and put them in the trash. I hated the jocks. I was a "greaser." Leather jacket 1970 Camaro driving Motor Head. Their Mummys and Daddys bought BMWs and Mercedes Just pissed me off. I liked the Nerds, Fags, Whimps, and other outcasts like Goths and Potheads. We all hung out together and had a blast while the others were trying to impress some college scout or suck up to an alumni dream.

Mags was a nerd, tall for a girl at six foot even but she was slender and graceful. About one-hundred and thirty pounds.  When she ran I could not see her feet touch the ground. I always stood at the last turn to cheer her on into the stadium. If I ever saw the color of wind it was her legs moving.

I did have my first sexual experience with Mags though she didn't know it.  Late in our senior year I was dreaming of her after a brutal Track Meet I was standing where I usually stood  ...

She had finished a particularly harsh run. She came in second. The girl in first elbowed her ribs just out of view of the judges. She ran to catch up but didn't quite make it. She jumped and her hand slapped the finish line just after the Bitch stepped across. I could see her wet shorts as she sat up. I reached down to help her up and held her tight, "I love you Mags." I said to her  alternating between shouting "Get a medic!" I heard her say "I'm  Fine! I love you too! Let me go you're crushing me! I just need some water and you to hold me softly!

I woke alone right as I came. I was confused but felt slightly elated. I told Mags about my dream while I drove her to school that morning. She just punched me in the arm and said "Your just a horney teen-ager. I knew the track meet and the girl shoving her never really happened, but I could not separate the rest from a fantasy dream.

Anyway I joined the Marines out of highschool Mags went on to college and made loads of cash for other people in the financial market. I Finished with the Marines, used the GI bill To get my degree. Now I write and Mags takes care of me and the money.