I will never forget the summer of 2001. I was 9 years old. My mom had went out of town on vacation and left me with with my Aunt Lori. I have always wet the bed and she knew this. The first night I was there my aunt had me put on a Goodnites after my bath, about 2 hours before bedtime. Needless to say I was wet by bedtime. Aunt Lori got me a fresh Goodnites and had me change. The next morning I woke up to a wet Goodnites and wet sheets also. I went and told my aunt and she changed the sheets and then gave me another bath. We then went to the store. She left me in the toy isle while she went shopping. Only later did I find out what what she got for me. After my bath later that night she told me that she had something different for me to wear to bed. She laid me down and put me in a size 6 pampers and and put my jammies on over it. When I woke up I was wet and squishy. I had pooped myself whhile sleeping. While I was getting ready for my morning bath my aunt asked me if I was dry. I told her no and she told me to lay down. She untapped my diaper and cleaned me up. After my bath she told me to lay down.
By this time I new I liked wearing diapers. Aunt Lori put me in a new diaper and told me if I could stay clean for the day I wouldn’t have to wear one the next day. Within the first hour I had pooped again. She knew it right away and changed me. Then she said I would wear diapers the rest of the summer 24/7. Little did she know that was fine by me. She diapered and changed me for the rest of the summer true to her word. Only she also dressed me and treated me like a baby as well. Anything I drank I had to drink out of a baby bottle and when I ate she had to feed me. I was in heaven. Everywhere we went that summer I wore my diaper. During the day she would have me wear overall shorts or a onesie.
When I was 12 years old I found out that my Aunt Lori also wore diapers. She didn’t poop in them like I did, at least not usually. This is how I found out she wore too. We were sitting on the couch. It was rather hot so I was only wearing my diaper. My Aunt Lori was wearing a blue tank top and shorter red skirt. I started to smell poop, but knew it wasn’t me. She started squirming on the couch and her skirt came up enough that I could see her diaper. I asked her why she was wearing one and she told me she liked how it felt. I asked her if she used her diaper and she said yes. The first diaper I ever changed was my Aunt Lori’s. Every summer after that my aunt and I wore diapers 24/7. This is my true story of how I became a diaper love.