I was just about to click on the PampersBoy profile when another window popped up saying, “You have 2 new private messages. Click here to read private messages.”
So I clicked and the screen changed to look kind of like email. The first message was a welcoming message from the admin of the site. I figured it was something that everyone gets when they register. It had some basic info about the site, and stuff like that. All in all it was fairly generic. It was probably automated and spit out whenever someone registered.
The second message was from Sissy4u.
“Wow!” I exclaimed, as I realized that one of the names I had seen before for diapered friends within 5 miles, had just sent me a message.
TO: TigerFish
FROM: Sissy4U
Hi TigerFish! Welcome to ILD.com 1 and I am so glad you registered!!! Mind if I ask how you found our little diaper home? If you haven’t guessed yet, I am a girl and I don’t wear diapers. I am sort of like a big sister on this site and try to help the mods keep all these lil’ns in line. I’m in the chat room right now. Come on in and chat!
Love Sissy4U
Man my heart must have been beating ten thousand beats per second. I was so flabbergasted by the message that I decided I needed to get off that website and back to my room before someone found me.
However, before I could figure out how to close the Firefox screen I received another notice, “You have 1 new private message. Click here to read private messages.”
Curiosity got the better of me so I clicked. It was from another of the five diapered friends within 5 miles of me. This one was from BB-N2-TB-DL and this message went something like this:
TO: TigerFish
FROM: BB-N2-TB-DL
Hi TigerFish! Sissy4U just called me to say that someone new had just joined ILD.com 1 and that you were from our town. Don’t let Sissy4U scare you off. She’s a really nice girl, but she comes on a little strong sometimes. Take a look around, read some of the stories, enjoy the pictures and if you have any questions, or if any of the members are bothering you, just click on Contacts on the front page and send an email to Daddy_Phil and Mommy_Beth. They are the ones that run this site and you won’t find two nicer people on any other diaper site. You can also ask me if you don’t feel comfortable contacting Mommy_Beth or Daddy_Phil right now.
Baby Bruce
I thought I heard a sound out in the hallway and fearing that I was about to get caught, so I quickly closed down all the ILD.com 1 stuff and got up to make my way out of the room. However, as I stood up I realized, that the diaper, which Mom had put me in that morning was now very wet and was hanging down between my thighs, making it difficult to run properly.
As I got to the door I put my ear to it. I couldn’t hear anything so I slowly opened it. Still no sounds and no one was in sight. I poked my head out and looked in both directions and that’s when I saw Grandmother walking away from me toward the stairs. If my heart wasn’t beating hard before, it sure was then.
I waited until she was totally out of sight before making my way back to my bedroom. However, when I got to my room, I found that the bed had been made and the room tidied up. I was sure that Grandmother had been in my room, found that I wasn’t there and was now looking for me. I reasoned that my best excuse for not being in my room was to venture back out into the house, so that I could say that I had been looking for her.
I was about halfway down the stairs when I heard Grandmother say, “Alvin, there you are. Where have you been?”
Now was the time for my lie, “I was looking for you.” And amazingly was able to make myself sound pathetic and I actually even teared up a little.
I guess I sold it because I visibly saw her whole body posture soften.
“Oh well, I guess it is you that has found me.” She said and then asked why I had been looking for her.
Darn, I hadn’t thought about coming up with a reason, but then she offered me one.
“Oh dear, I see why! You are positively soaked.” She said and while I was blushing I couldn’t help, but wonder how she was able to tell that when I was wearing pajama pants over the diaper.
I had no other option, but to allow her to lead me back to my room and let her change me. Talk about humiliating and what was worse, she wanted to carry on a conversation while she worked. Thankfully she did most of the talking and all I had to do was nod my head a lot and answer a few questions like, if I enjoy snow or what do I like most about it here.
Once Grandmother had changed me she had me stand back up so that she could help me put my pajama bottoms back on again.
“There you go sweetie-pie.” She said, sounding sweeter than I knew her to be.
When she finally left me alone again I went to my bed and lied down to think about what I’d just seen on the computer. However, before lying down I had to make sure that none of the bed covers were hanging over the edges. You know, the more I thought about it, the more I began to second guess myself as to whether I had properly closed all the Firefox screens. There was nothing else to do, but to sneak back into that room to double check the computer.
When I returned to the door it was open and inside, sitting behind the desk was Grandmother. I must have made a sound because she looked up and I wasn’t quick enough to keep her from seeing me.
“Alvin?” she called after me.
Reluctantly I poked my head in.
“Alvin what are you doing skulking around the house?” she asked.
It was time to lie again, “I-I was looking for you again.”
She got a concerned look on her face, “You couldn’t possibly need changed again! Are you feeling alright?”
“Uh, oh yeah, I just wanted to see what you were doing.” I lied again.
“Oh you poor dear.” She said, motioning for me to come into the room. “You must be nearly bored to tears in this big old house with no one to play with.”
I took a hesitant step into the room, and then another.
“How would you like to watch some television?” she asked and I let the fact that she was talking to me as if I was five, slide past without comment or complaint.
“Uh, yeah!” I answered.
“Well we have the big screen on the first floor. I bet you will like that.” She said as she placed an arm around me and walked me back out of the room and down the hallways to the steps. She took me right to what she called the Media room. Inside was the biggest television I have ever seen surrounded by overstuffed leather recliners arranged sort of like a theater… that is if a theater had leather reclining sofas. The TV wasn’t as big as a movie screen, but it was still humongous! And the remote? Don’t even get me started on that thing; it looked like something someone had brought back from the future. She turned the TV on for me and helped me figure out how to change the channels.
“And if you like, there’s a computer over there,” She pointed to a large corner desk, “that you can use to play your video games. You do like video games, right?”
I nodded as I answered, “Yeah sure!”, but what I was really thinking was, “After all that sneaking around and there was a computer right in that room which I could have used anytime I wanted too.”
“I tell you, this room hardly ever gets used except when I want to watch my stories.” She said while patting my head.
“Huh?” I grunted in confusion.
“Soap Operas.” Grandmother explained and I nodded my understanding.
“I’ve got some work to finish upstairs. If you need anything you come get me okay?” she said, patting my head again.
I nodded, “Okay, thanks Grandma… uh, I mean Grandmother.” I quickly corrected myself.
I swear I thought I saw her eye twitch at that small faux pas on my part, but she didn’t say anything about it. She simply turned and scurried out of the room, leaving the door open as she left.
Being able to watch TV again was great. I watched a couple game shows and then dozed off for about twenty minutes. When I awoke I was feeling a little hungry and a little curious about that darn website. However, before I would satisfy my curiosity, I was going to satisfy my belly.
I was thankful that Micah wasn’t in the kitchen when I went in to raid the refrigerator. I found a half-eaten chocolate cake, and enough fixings to make myself a quick sandwich.
No sooner had I uttered the words, “I wish we had some chips.” then I spotted a large bag of Corn Chips resting against a pot beside the stove. And since the bag had already been opened by someone else, I didn’t feel bad about taking a couple handfuls.
I had no idea if it was okay to have food in the Media room or not, but to be honest, I didn’t give it too much thought.
From past visits to the kitchen to visit Micah and mooch a snack or two I’d learned where the cans of soda were kept. I snatched two cans of root beer and stuffed them into the pants pockets of my pajamas. The sodas were nearly heavy enough to pull my pajama bottoms down, but I managed to get the plate with my sandwich, chips and slice of cake to the Media room without losing my britches.
