When we were both diapered we stood up and I was about to reach for my pants when Joey asked, “Mom can we not have pants since we are at home?”
“Well Alvin might not like that.” She started to say, but Joey grabbed my arm and dragging me out of his room he hollered back to his mother.
“No he doesn’t want pants either.”
“Hey Tiger-fish!” John said when he saw me and I could tell that he noticed right away that I didn’t have on pants.
I quickly went to the table and sat down making sure to scoot my chair up as close to the table as I could in an effort to hide my diaper. Of course Joey sat right next to me.
Once we started eating, I started to calm down a little and by the time we started dessert, I was feeling almost normal again. For dinner we had grilled salmon steaks, corn on the cob, buttered potatoes, and garlic biscuits.
While we were eating it started to rain and by the end of dinner it had worked up to a full out thunderstorm. Since it was raining we couldn’t go back out so Joey and I went to his room where he showed me all of his stuff. Turns out that he was into matchbox cars the same as me, but he had a heck of a lot more of them then I do.
After we had been playing with his cars for a while I got up the courage to ask him why he wore diapers.
“I got kicked by a mule when I was little.” He said.
That sounded painful and I told him so, “Wow I bet that hurt!”
“I don’t remember it,” he said, “but Mom says I almost died and was in the hospital for almost three months.”
He then stood up, turned his back to me and pulled down the back of his diaper several inches to reveal a moon shaped scar just above his left, butt cheek. It was about the size of the palm of my hand.
I regretted bringing up the subject when he asked, “How come you wear diapers?”