Date: Wed, 13 Oct 1999 21:10:59 -0400
From: Charlie <charlieje@mindspring.com>
Subject: Andy Part 5

            V Charlie's Diaper Story

It was close to midnight when the white limo pulled in the driveway with a
very tired, but a very happy Charlie inside. He bounded into the house,
grinning from ear to ear. "Have a good time?" Karen asked the obvious.
"Yeah, mom," he answered, "The greatest! It was the kewlest party! I'm
awful wet, mom. Can I get out of these cloths and get you to change me?
Then I'll tell ya all about it."
"Have you fired Andy already?"
"No, mom, but I thought he'd be in bed."
"Right here," Andy said as he came down from upstairs. "I've been using
your computer. Hope you don't mind." Charlie did mind, sort of, but he
didn't say anything except "Can you change me, Andy? Please?"

"Hey!" Andy exclaimed as Charlie lay on the changing table smiling up at
him, "I thought you were wearing Good-Nites!"
"I was, but I changed into these. They hold a lot more and besides, I love
the cool Barney design on them. Don't ya think they're cute?"
"Yeah," Andy laughed, "I guess they are kinda cute at that. You sure are
cute in them."
"Really? You think so?"
"Yeah I do," Andy replied, suddenly shocked at his own admission.

Suddenly Andy saw tears welling up in Charlie's eyes. "What's wrong?" he
asked with concern.
"Nuthin'" Charlie answered.
"Come on, Charlie! I hurt you, didn't I?"
"You didn't mean it. It's nuthin'."
"Charlie, I'm not tryin' to say you're a baby or anything like that, but if it's
your balls, I just barely brushed them. I remembered just as I started to
wipe them and I was careful. I'm really sorry I hurt you."
"It's ok. I know you didn't mean it. They just get so sore sometimes. It
wasn't your fault."
"Have you ever seen a doctor about it?"
"Yeah, but all they want to do is cure my bedwetting. They say it's all
related and if I stop peeing the bed the pain will go away."
"That's stupid! What does pain have to do with wetting the bed?"
"I dunno. But then I'm just a little kid. What do I know?"
"A very special little kid, Charlie. I'm gonna take care of you, starting right
now. Ok?"
"I'd like that, Andy. I like you a lot, dude!"

In no time at all, Andy and Charlie rejoined Karen and Dennis downstairs,
Charlie clad only in his cloth diapers. He excitedly told the gathering about
his day. "It was too cool!" He said enthusiastically, "Everything was so
fancy. The Meoli's are Italian, and they told me this was a pretty typical
Italian American wedding. Man, there musta been a thousand guests!
"I knew he was Italian," Dennis said, "and quite rich. In some sort of
import business isn't he?"
"Yeah," Charlie answered, "That's what he told me. It kinda reminds me of
the movies like the Godfather, but I don't think Mr. Meoli is into anything
like that. He was so nice, and he really liked my singing. He asked me
where I learned to sing like an angel, and I told him my mom taught me.
He said to be sure and thank my mom for him, so thanks, Mom, for both of
us."
"You're welcome, son," Karen said beaming. "What else did he say?"
"Not much, He asked me what else you had taught me, and I said I could
play pretty good, and dance too. That's when he had me dance with the
bride. She was so beautiful, and there I was dancing with her in front of
everybody!"

"Sounds like you were sort of a king for a day." Dennis observed, "Your
head will be so swollen we won't be able to get any work outa you at all
after this."
"Not really, Dad. It was great fun but I couldn't stand being dressed up like
that all the time. I'd rather have my shortalls any time! I love all that high
class stuff but I'm just a farm kid and I love it."
"You might want to reconsider your options as you start to grow up. It's
getting harder and harder to make a living on a farm this size.  I love it on
the farm too, but the day is coming..."
"We'll be ok Dad. You wait and see. When I get my degree in Agriculture
I'm gonna look at all sorts of new ways to make this old farm work for us.
You'll see."

Dennis and Karen looked at each other and had that wordless
communication that only two people who had lived together as one for
many years could have. They agreed that Charlie had a much higher calling,
had more talent than he could ever use on a farm; and besides, they both
knew, the time was at hand when the small family farm was simply not a
viable economic unit. They had already started the wheels in motion to give
their son more options, more opportunities at a better life. Now all they
had to do was figure out a way to share this information with Charlie.

"Can Andy sleep with me?" Charlie begged when his mother announced it
was 'way past his bedtime. "Pleeeezzz?"
"Charlie," Karen reminded him, "You have a very busy day tomorrow too.
If Andy sleeps with you tonight the two of you will talk all night. Besides,
what makes you think Andy wants to sleep with you?"
"Cause he's my summer-big-brother." Charlie answered. The pint-sized
adult Charlie with the angelic voice, the tiny farmer and manager, were
nowhere in sight now, and the little kid, looking astonishingly natural
sitting at the kitchen table in a diaper, was back in full force.
"Puhhhleeeez?" he begged again.

Karen looked at Dennis, who merely shrugged. She looked at Andy and
saw in his eyes the same pleading her son had made quite evident. No help
in either of them, she thought, so she finally consented, on the condition
that they both be quiet and settle down. "We will," Charlie promised for
both of them, "I promise." With that he gave both his parents a bear hug
and a very sloppy kiss, they all said good-night, and the boys headed up the
stairs.

They were barely in bed and the light out when Charlie asked Andy
"What's a castrati?"
"A what?" Andy asked in disbelief.
"A castrati. Mr. Meoli told me that my singing reminded me of the castrati
of Italy. I never heard of 'em, did you?"
"Nope. But it sounds like it has something to do with castration. You
know what that is, right?"
"Whadda ya think I am, stupid? 'Course I know what castration is! I have
castrated calves, lots of 'em! And some pigs too. But what's that got to do
with my singing?"

Andy chuckled softly. "I dunno, Charlie. 'Cept that we always joke about
when a guy loses his nuts, his voice gets all high like yours and stays that
way. Guess Mr. Meoli was thinking about that. You do have a killer voice
in case you didn't know - real high like it should be on a boy your age, but
real powerful too, like older boys or men. But you do realize that it's
gonna change real soon, right?"
"'Course I do. It's called puberty and it happens somewhere between 12
and 15. I know all that, but why would Mr. Meoli say what he said?"

"I dunno, Charlie. But what exactly did he say?" Andy was getting quite
concerned. Did this obviously rich and probably powerful man have some
devious plans for Charlie? Andy had learned through some pretty bitter
experiences not to trust anyone, especially wealthy middle aged men who
expressed an interest in young boys.
"He just said that he had always wondered what the Italian castrati sounded
like, and now he knew. Then he said if I ever needed anything, to call him.
He said he would envy my father forever for being my dad and he'd do
anything in his power to do something for me. Weird, or what?"
"Not weird, Charlie. You just have that sort of effect on people. I been
around a lot, seen a lot of kids and parents, lots of families, and I'm pretty
skeptical about everyone. But here I am in your bed when I got one of my
own, and you're all cuddled up to me like we been brothers all our lives,
and I'm loving it. You gotta be pretty special to have that kind of effect on
me."
"Well just the same, I guess I have to find out what that castrati thing is all
about." And knowing Charlie as he did, Andy knew that before too much
time passed, Charlie and his friend the Internet would investigate the
concept to the fullest. Charlie simply could not stand to know of a concept
without knowing all there was to know about it.

"You know," Andy observed, "All this talk about your singing, how you
and your mom practice all the time, your playing and all, and I have never
heard you sing or play, not really."
"You'll get lots of chance tomorrow." Charlie replied.
"Yeah? How's that?"
"Well for starters I gotta play the piano while Mom directs the choir. Then
I gotta sing a solo, and then in the afternoon I got a gospel concert."
"You're kidding! You play the piano in front of the whole church?"
"Yup. For about a year now. It's fun! But I'm really looking forward to
that concert. It's my first. We been singing at some of the churches around
here for about a year, but this will be our first concert."
"We?"
"Yeah, we have a male quartet, plus a band. In all there's eight of us,
including my mom. She plays the piano."
"Sounds cool." Andy answered. He wasn't a big fan of country gospel
music, but he was anxious to see what kind of group Charlie was in.

As much to change the subject as anything, Andy asked Charlie to tell him
about his diaper fetish. "It must be inconvenient sometimes," he said, "So
why do you like it so much?"
"I dunno, Andy. I just do."
"Can you tell me how it all got started? I mean, in detail?"
"Why is it so important?"
"I don't know, Charlie. But I guess I find it a little strange. I mean, you are
so talented, you got your life all together, you're so happy, and yet..."
"And yet I'm some kinda pervert 'cause I like diapers, right?"
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to."
"Charlie, I... I'm sorta... uhhh... I'm just wondering what it's like."
"Why don't ya try it?"
"I dunno.... maybe I will. But I'd really like to know how you got
interested. Like, how did it all come about?"
"Ok, I'll tell you. But ONLY you, ok? And only 'cause you're my big
brother."

                  Charlie's story

I guess maybe I have always been interested in diapers. I don't know why,
and I don't really know when it started. When I was little, near as I can
remember, I was just like any other little boy. I felt so big and important
when I 'graduated' from diapers to training pants. I still remember when I
got my first pair of 'big boy' undershorts. I felt so kewl! But after I put
them on it was like sort of a disappointment. They just didn't feel right. But
my mom and dad made such a fuss over me growing up, I sorta ignored the
feeling and did my best to keep them dry.

When I was about 8 I woke up one morning with my pajamas soaked. I
mean, I was wet from my chest to my knees! I was so scared! I knew my
mom was gonna be really ticked off and I hated that. She was already
teaching me to play the piano and sing, and I was so afraid she'd stop.
When she came in to get me up for school I was just lying here in my bed. I
wasn't crying, wasn't doing anything really, just lying here wishing I was
dry. She was so kewl! She knew right away what had happened. I don't
know how she knew, but she did! She told me not to worry, that we all
have accidents now and then. Then she got me up and hugged me, pissy
pajamas and all, and carried me to the bathtub and gave me a bath. I missed
the school bus so she drove me to school. By the time I got out of the car I
was feeling good again, and the whole thing was forgotten.

About a week later it happened again. This time she didn't take me to
school at all, but to the doctor instead. He said it was nothing to worry
about, that I probably had a bladder infection or something. He gave me
some pills to take, and I guess that was supposed to cure me. But the next
three mornings I was wet too. I begged her not to tell my dad, but she said
she had to because he would be really mad if we kept it from him. He was
so kewl about it. He just said well, you're only 8, and lots of kids a lot
older still wet the bed. Then he told Mom to take me to the doctor again to
make sure there wasn't anything wrong.

The next time I went to the doctor was about a week later. He referred me
to a psychiatrist, who started asking all sorts of questions about my potty
training, how my mom treated me, and on and on and on. Finally he started
telling my mom that my dad was messing around with me, ya know? I
mean, messing with me in ways you're not supposed to. That made my
mom really mad. I didn't understand what he was talking about or I
would've been mad too. I mean, my dad would never do anything like that.
He loves me! So my mom told that shrink that he better not try to make
any trouble or she would sue his ass. That's the first time I ever heard my
mom say the word ASS. So my shrink days were over.

After that I was wet almost every morning. One night when I was gettin'
ready for bed my mom was acting real strange. She sent me for a bath,
which I needed 'cause I'd been working in the barn ever since I got home
from school. She kept calling up to me to ask if I was done, saying she
wanted to talk to me when I finished. I kept saying I'll be done in a minute,
but then she would call up again. Finally I got out of the tub and dried
myself off, then put on my pajamas and called her to tell her I was done.

My mom came upstairs and took me into my room and sat down with me
on my bed. She asked me if I liked waking up every morning soaked. I said
no, of course not! So she said what if there was a way to keep that from
happening. Would I be interested? I said yes, then she asked "Even if it
means doing something you're not really thrilled about doing?" I started to
say yes, anything. But all of a sudden I knew what she was talking about.
So I said "No, mom, I'm not wearing diapers!" She asked if I would please
try it, but I flatly refused. "Mom," I said, "If you start changing my diapers
you're gonna see me naked every time. That would be so embarrassing!"
She just said I would get used to it, and then she played a dirty trick on me.
She said "Please Charlie, for me? It's a lot of work to clean up your bed
every day and your mom's tired!"

I guess my mom knew that I would do anything for her. When she said all
that I started to feel guilty for all the work I was causing her, so I said OK,
I'd wear the diaper. But she didn't just give it to me to put on, she told me
to take off my pj's and lie on my back on the bed. She wanted me to strip
right in front of her! I screamed and yelled and told her no way. Then she
said "Look, Charlie, who do you think changed you every day for the first
two years of your life? You think I never saw that thing before?"

I thought about it, and decided that maybe it wouldn't be all bad. So I slid
off my bottoms. I gotta tell ya, that was hard to do! I started to cry and she
hugged me and told me I was a brave boy. That didn't help much, as I laid
on the bed with everything I had in plain sight. I was crying, wishing I was
dead.

Mom had made some cloth diapers for me. They looked as big as tents and
were really thick. She had me lift my butt and she slid one under me and
told me to let my butt down. Then she sprinkled baby powder all over
where the diaper goes. I was surprised at how good that powder felt. It
smelled good to, and I stopped crying. As she brought the diaper up
between my legs and started pinning it on, I changed my mind and started
to fight her. I was screaming and yelling and wiggling around, but she said
I had promised and she wouldn't let me off the hook. Before long she was
done. I had a very thick cloth diaper on, and over that a pair of plastic
pants. She said ok, you can stand up now.

When I stood up, I was still crying. I was gonna tear off those plastic pants
and diapers, but I didn't. I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden
it felt so great! I mean, they were so thick I could hardly put my legs
together! And I couldn't walk normal. They were so soft and felt so good!
Kinda like the ones I'm wearing now. All of a sudden it felt so warm and
cosy and safe and everything. Then I got a look at myself in the mirror. I
liked the look! I wasn't gonna admit it to Mom just yet, but I liked the feel!
And the look!

Next morning I was soaked as usual, but it was all in my diaper. That was
really cool, not having to wake up in a wet bed. I was laying there awake
when my mom came in, feeling all warm and safe. I didn't even mind when
she stuck her hand inside my diaper to feel if I was wet. It seemed like such
a normal thing for her to do. So that night I could hardly wait till bedtime
to get my diaper on. It was so great! I have never gone to bed without a
diaper on since that first night, and I never will as long as there's a chance I
might wet the bed. It just isn't worth it. A couple days later I asked her if I
could have my diaper on after supper and of course she wanted to know
why. I just told her the truth: that it was so awesome waking up without
the bed being soaked that I loved my diapers. I don't think she understood
completely, but she said I could wear them around the house if I wanted,
and so I did. At first I wore my pajamas over them because I was a little
embarrassed, but as soon as I found out my dad knew about them anyway
and had no problem with it, I just forgot about the pajamas.

About two years later I started having to go to the bathroom a lot during
the day. My dad noticed it first when we were out working together. I
would have to pee every few minutes. That got to be a problem at school
cause the teachers sometimes thought I was faking. Lots of times I had wet
my pants before I got home, so when I remembered the problems I used to
have at night I asked mom if I could have a diaper for school.

When I first asked her she said no, that I would get teased too much. But I
kept up, the problem kept getting worse. I told her that it was starting to
get embarrassing having to ask to go to the bathroom so much at school.
Finally she agreed that if the doctor couldn't help me, she would work
something out. We went to the doctor and he did all the usual stuff, like
checking for infections, testing for something he called overactive bladder,
obstructions, all that sort of thing. When that didn't work he referred me to
a shrink, but I'd had enough of that so I refused to go. Mom said "But
Charlie, if it'll help you, maybe you should go" I just answered "You mean
help me like they did with the bed wetting? I know a diaper will help, so
why can't I just do that?"

My dad was so great! He was the one I thought would be the problem...
you know, his son in diapers, all that sort of thing. But he didn't. He just
told my mom that if I'd rather wear a diaper than take months of therapy
that I should be allowed to do it. So we agreed that I could wear diapers to
school. Mom started making some cloth diapers that night, but then they
decided that I would probably need a change during school and disposables
would likely be better. She took me back to town the next day after school
and we found some really nice ones in the disabled section of a drug store.
They were a little too big, but not too bad.

The first day I wore a diaper to school was so incredibly cool! I think I'll
remember that day as long as I live. I was up as usual helping Dad in the
barn, then when we came in for breakfast Mom sent me upstairs for a
shower. "After you're done," she told me, "Just call down to me then go to
your room and lie on the bed, and I'll come up and put it on for you." I
said I could do it myself, but I really wanted her to do it. I guess she knew
that cause she just smiled and said it was her job to diaper her son if he
needed it. She had even bought some talcum powder that didn't have that
baby powder smell.

After I had the diaper on I put on a pair of boxer shorts that she had
bought me, and then my clothes. I had three spare diapers in a brown bag
that I was to give to the teacher. Mom had written a note for the principal
explaining the situation. We didn't have a school nurse then so my teacher
had to change me. That was kinda tough because my teacher was a young
woman, but I soon got used to it. Now I was ready for school, and feeling
so good and so pampered! On the school bus I suddenly had to pee. At
first I started to panic, knowing that I would never make it to school. But
then I remembered I had a diaper on so I let it go. It was so cool sitting on
the seat of the bus, talking to one of my friends, and peeing at the same
time. I could feel the warm wetness as the pee spread all around inside my
diaper. I guess that's when I was hooked.

My folks take me to the doctor every few months now, trying to find out
what's wrong with me. But now the doctor just says it's habit and won't
really look for anything wrong. He tells them to just take the diapers away
from me and soon I'll be dry. But I won't, Andy! I can get away with not
wearing diapers in the summer time cause there's always a bush or
something around; but in school I can only go about a half hour. I have to
go to the school nurse twice a day for a change, and I'm usually soaked
when I get home from school.

When my balls started hurting they took me back to the doctor again, but
he said it was nothing to worry about, that it's normal for boys my age to
have some pain there. They did a few tests cause my dad insisted, but they
didn't find anything. My mom has an appointment for me in October to
check it out again, because the pain keeps getting worse. My dad says he
remembers having pains when he was a boy, but nothing to what I am
having. But they are afraid they're wasting their money because they don't
think the doctors will take me seriously.

I have got so now I don't mind anyone changing me. The school nurse has
been really great, and so are my teachers. Sometimes they have to do it if
the nurse is busy or not there. They just take me into the teachers lounge
and help me as if they were helping me change my shoes or something.
They never make fun of me and they don't say anything bad about it, they
just say once in a while that they hope someday I won't have to wear them
any more. But you wanna know something? I don't care any more! I kinda
hope I always have to wear 'em!

My mom and dad take turns changing me, and even some of my friends do
it sometimes. They were really great when they found out. At first they
didn't know what to do, then they laughed and said "You're kidding!" I
said no I'm not, then I proceeded to shove my pants and boxers down,
showing them the diaper. They thought it was cool that I had the guts to
do that, so we didn't have any problems after that. There are some older
kids that like to make fun and tease me, but it's not too bad really."

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After relating his experiences, the beginnings of his diaper fetish, Charlie
dropped off into a peaceful sleep, cuddled in Andy's arms. He seemed so
tiny to Andy, and yet so mature. He could seemingly deal with anything
and everything, and turn them all into something positive; he could make
any situation work for him. He was reflecting on these things when he too
fell asleep, thanking God that he'd been given the chance to know this
incredible creature if only for a short summer.

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