I waddled back out to the living room and relaxed in the big easy-chair and began watching a movie.Ībout a quarter of the way through the movie I felt the need to pee and since I was wearing a diaper I just relaxed and wet myself. I pulled my pants back on and put my underwear in my jacket pocket. It felt so good to be wearing a diaper again, the feel of it snug against my crotch, the scent of baby powder all around me, the way it crinkled whenever I moved. I sprinkled my crotch with way more baby powder than I probably should have, then pulled the front of the diaper up between my legs and taped it in place. I unfolded the diaper and laid it on the bathroom floor before lying on top of it. I grabbed a diaper from the stack of Pampers sitting on the bathroom counter as well as a container of baby powder. So I went into the bathroom and locked the door before taking off my pants and underwear. Russell's mother (Barb) kept a supply of diapers and changing supplies in the bathroom as well as in Russell's room. I was fairly small for my age and found that his diapers, while a little tight, still fit me. One night while I was babysitting, after I had put Russell to bed I decided that I was going to wear one of Russell's diapers. Russell was just starting potty training and spent most of his time in diapers, which was fine with me because I secretly loved diapers. When I was 10 I used to babysit my neighbor's 3.5 year old son, Russell.