Ken's Story

As a boy I lived with my Mom, Dad and brother Steve. Steve, two years younger than me, was a late potty trainer and he nearly nightly wet the bed, thus resulting in him wearing diapers and plastics pants nightly. When I was eight years old, I started wanting to wear by brother's diapers again as well as use them. At this time my parents, primarily my Mom, subscribed to Parents magazine. Always two pages from the back of the magazine was this wondrous diaper advertisement from Staydry. It was my fortune one day to ride my bicycle to the grocery store, and as I was entering the store I found a twenty dollar bill on the sidewalk. I very carefully filled out the form in the Parents magazine for four pairs, as I nearly daily picked up the mail from our mailbox. I felt that I would be safe in getting them without my parents knowing. Afterwards for that next week and half each day for hours before the Postman arrived I nearly peed my pants awaiting his arrival. Well, wouldn't you know it, on the day of arrival, Momma asked me to go to the store. I tried to make up all types of excuses, but she was adamant on my going then and there as she needed the things to fix dinner. When I returned the mail had arrived and she was holding the package from Staydry Diapers. There was no lying to her about where I got the money, or that with the order of four pairs that I was serious about my desires. She had also noted that some of Steve's diapers were soiled with poop over a period back, and having changed him she realized that it wasn't his poop.