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I watched my sister changing my nephew through half closed eyes pretending to be asleep when Kathy finished changing Bobby and had him settled down, she came over and checked my diaper.

We got on very well, and she allowed me to watch the rugrats whenever they needed a babysitter.

Mom took me back to my baby brother's room and put me in his crib.

I found a pair of plastic pants in a draw at home and would wear them.

I said bye, and my dad left shortly thereafter.

Several times when I was thirteen my mother let her friend from work, also drunk, help to diaper me.

I would "intercept" any calls, until I got the "one".

I never thought much about the diapers until I was about six years old.

I love seeing others in just plastic baby panties and really enjoy seeing their state of arousal! I pulled my shirt out to hide it and I had to skip gym but I don't think anyone noticed.