Close Encounters11

I had another close encounter near the end of the school year. It was brief but memorable. I had been growing pretty fast that year and all of my pants were getting tight on me, so mom had taken me clothes shopping. We went to this outlet store. I had never been to one of these stores, but it was pretty cool. The dressing room, on the other hand, left a lot to be desired. It was a big room with a cold plastic bench that went around three of the walls. There were no dividers and only a curtain over the doorway that, when pulled back, anyone in the store could see into the room. Mom gave me four pairs of pants to try on, so I went into the dressing room. There was a boy already in there trying on clothes too. He looked to be about 14, maybe 15 but was still kind of on the small side. I didn’t pay him too much attention until he pulled down his pants and I saw that he had on a regular diaper like little babies wear. He kept his back to me the entire time we were in there. For some reason, I didn’t try to hide the fact that I was watching him. I took my time trying on my pants so that I could watch him as much as possible. Eventually, he was done, got dressed and just before he left, he turned around, smiled a big smile at me and walked out of the curtain. I sat stunned for a moment then quickly put my clothes back on and went back to the sales floor, hoping to see him still there but I was too late.