A Hard to tell confession (true Story)
I am 13 years old. I've been a normal kid, growing up like almost the rest of my friends. The problem: I was and still am an intellectual kid, even though I am social.
Ok, so my story goes back when I was about 9 years old. My mum just picked me up from my friend's house. We went to a mini-market to get some candy and snacks, when I came across the baby aisle. I didn't know the reason, but I was actually attracted by all the products, especially the diapers, but I wouldn't dare to tell any person.
From then, each time I saw a TV show, commercials, newspaper ad, or anything related to baby products I got interested. But since my parents are strict freaks, they would flip out if they know this little secret I was keeping.
First Experience:
After some years, eventually I forgot all about it, until me and my family assisted to a family meeting in summer at my aunt's house (I was 12 at the time). About 150 people where there, so there where a lot of children playing in the jumper. It was crowded, but there where some rooms empty.
My aunt let people who had to take care of babies have some sort of nursing room, where mothers could leave their stuff in there. Since I love to explore all the rooms of other peoples houses, I got in that room, not knowing what surprise I could find.
Next thing I did was grab only one diaper from a bag (I was afraid someone would catch me or realize they missed something) an hid it in one of my cousin's cabinet. When almost all the people where gone, I grabbed the catch and went into the bathroom.
I opened the diaper, fastened the tapes, and suddenly, I realized how great it felt wearing one. It was a moment full of glory for me, and instantly, started to pee. Because the bathroom was occupied almost all the party, I held my urine flow for about 6 hours, and drank a lot of soda in that time, so it was a moment to enjoy.
But then, somebody knocked on the door and I panicked. So I took the diaper off, threw it in the trash can, put my clothes on, and flushed the toilet to simulate I did my duties. The rest of the night I was dreaming about how I loved to be treated like a baby, of course, if I really was.
Second Experience and Trouble:
The next winter I stayed at my uncle's house for a week. Her daughter, who had babies, was there also for the days off she got from work. So, the last night of my stay, I had planned to steal some of my little nephew-cousin's diapers. I got up at 1 AM, and silently, went to the babies room. I luckily came out victorious: I nabbed 20 diapers.
The problem was, how am I going to hide these? The solution was that I stacked them all up, and scrunched them in my video game bag. This was a great plan, and a great execution!
When I arrived at my home, the first thing I did was to find a hiding spot for the diapers. It was fairly easy to hide them from my parents and sister. I took one to the bathroom, put it on, and aroused myself in the feeling of being put back in nappies.
Then the moment came, I was using the diaper for their purpose. I thought to myself: "Man, I wish I was a baby again, and have to wear diapers, suck on pacifiers and bottles, sleep and play all day, and have to be cared and loved 24/7".
But then, I came out with another problem, yet, the worst of all. How was I going to dispose of it?......
The answer was one that was really risky. I hid the diaper behind a little cabinet we had. It was a partial solution, yet, I had to think of one quickly and in a time lapse of about two days. During that time, I had found it. I hid all the dirty diapers in an old box of Monopoly that was in my room.
This lasted for a month, until almost all the diapers where "messy" and about nine out of ten where leaking. In those days, a lady was working in our house, cleaning all the rooms that it contained. She had already once found two leaking diapers in the cabinet hiding spot in my bathroom, so I had to be extra careful about the Monopoly box. Even though my efforts where a lot, she eventually found them.Oh hell nooooooo.
All my family thought it was her, though they also doubt that it was me. I had to throw away the box, faking on my way that it was a calamity.
Present Days and The Great Lie:
For the next 6 months, I totally left those baby ideas behind me. But it didn't last long. After summer break, I planned the perfect scheme enabling me to buy diapers without being caught.So, I bought a mega pack of Goodnite's, and snuck them into my house without any trace.
Weeks ago, I tried to fake I was a bedwetter so my family would have to buy me diapers, but it didn't work at all.
So, I did my changing and peeing process, but instead of putting the nappies in a box, I left them accidentally in the shower (it feels extremely great to wear one during a bath).
At school, I was just thinking of the consequences if they find out. And they did. They even called the police so they could inspect our house, and they found the evidence.
My mother picked me up from school, straight to the house. Because she didn't mention a thing about the problem, I thought I was safe, but I really wasn't. The day was almost over, when my dad asked me if we could talk. I agreed. We talked about the problem, and therefore, I had to confess....
And then I remembered that I tried to be a fake bedwetter, and I mentioned that to my parent. Man, I got my butt save, and now I could receive all the diapers I needed for the bed!!!
Even though I wanted to confess the truth, I am not brave enough to suffer a painful beating from my dad.
Written By: CraigE-mail: cool_tacoz@hotmail.com
Ok, so my story goes back when I was about 9 years old. My mum just picked me up from my friend's house. We went to a mini-market to get some candy and snacks, when I came across the baby aisle. I didn't know the reason, but I was actually attracted by all the products, especially the diapers, but I wouldn't dare to tell any person.
From then, each time I saw a TV show, commercials, newspaper ad, or anything related to baby products I got interested. But since my parents are strict freaks, they would flip out if they know this little secret I was keeping.
First Experience:
After some years, eventually I forgot all about it, until me and my family assisted to a family meeting in summer at my aunt's house (I was 12 at the time). About 150 people where there, so there where a lot of children playing in the jumper. It was crowded, but there where some rooms empty.
My aunt let people who had to take care of babies have some sort of nursing room, where mothers could leave their stuff in there. Since I love to explore all the rooms of other peoples houses, I got in that room, not knowing what surprise I could find.
Next thing I did was grab only one diaper from a bag (I was afraid someone would catch me or realize they missed something) an hid it in one of my cousin's cabinet. When almost all the people where gone, I grabbed the catch and went into the bathroom.
I opened the diaper, fastened the tapes, and suddenly, I realized how great it felt wearing one. It was a moment full of glory for me, and instantly, started to pee. Because the bathroom was occupied almost all the party, I held my urine flow for about 6 hours, and drank a lot of soda in that time, so it was a moment to enjoy.
But then, somebody knocked on the door and I panicked. So I took the diaper off, threw it in the trash can, put my clothes on, and flushed the toilet to simulate I did my duties. The rest of the night I was dreaming about how I loved to be treated like a baby, of course, if I really was.
Second Experience and Trouble:
The next winter I stayed at my uncle's house for a week. Her daughter, who had babies, was there also for the days off she got from work. So, the last night of my stay, I had planned to steal some of my little nephew-cousin's diapers. I got up at 1 AM, and silently, went to the babies room. I luckily came out victorious: I nabbed 20 diapers.
The problem was, how am I going to hide these? The solution was that I stacked them all up, and scrunched them in my video game bag. This was a great plan, and a great execution!
When I arrived at my home, the first thing I did was to find a hiding spot for the diapers. It was fairly easy to hide them from my parents and sister. I took one to the bathroom, put it on, and aroused myself in the feeling of being put back in nappies.
Then the moment came, I was using the diaper for their purpose. I thought to myself: "Man, I wish I was a baby again, and have to wear diapers, suck on pacifiers and bottles, sleep and play all day, and have to be cared and loved 24/7".
But then, I came out with another problem, yet, the worst of all. How was I going to dispose of it?......
The answer was one that was really risky. I hid the diaper behind a little cabinet we had. It was a partial solution, yet, I had to think of one quickly and in a time lapse of about two days. During that time, I had found it. I hid all the dirty diapers in an old box of Monopoly that was in my room.
This lasted for a month, until almost all the diapers where "messy" and about nine out of ten where leaking. In those days, a lady was working in our house, cleaning all the rooms that it contained. She had already once found two leaking diapers in the cabinet hiding spot in my bathroom, so I had to be extra careful about the Monopoly box. Even though my efforts where a lot, she eventually found them.Oh hell nooooooo.
All my family thought it was her, though they also doubt that it was me. I had to throw away the box, faking on my way that it was a calamity.
Present Days and The Great Lie:
For the next 6 months, I totally left those baby ideas behind me. But it didn't last long. After summer break, I planned the perfect scheme enabling me to buy diapers without being caught.So, I bought a mega pack of Goodnite's, and snuck them into my house without any trace.
Weeks ago, I tried to fake I was a bedwetter so my family would have to buy me diapers, but it didn't work at all.
So, I did my changing and peeing process, but instead of putting the nappies in a box, I left them accidentally in the shower (it feels extremely great to wear one during a bath).
At school, I was just thinking of the consequences if they find out. And they did. They even called the police so they could inspect our house, and they found the evidence.
My mother picked me up from school, straight to the house. Because she didn't mention a thing about the problem, I thought I was safe, but I really wasn't. The day was almost over, when my dad asked me if we could talk. I agreed. We talked about the problem, and therefore, I had to confess....
And then I remembered that I tried to be a fake bedwetter, and I mentioned that to my parent. Man, I got my butt save, and now I could receive all the diapers I needed for the bed!!!
Even though I wanted to confess the truth, I am not brave enough to suffer a painful beating from my dad.
Written By: CraigE-mail: cool_tacoz@hotmail.com