Welcome To Kansas... Dorothy

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Bobby sat at the kitchen table wishing he was anywhere but there.  He knew full well he wasn't going to be able to answer his aunt's questions, at least not honestly, and his aunt was going to ask.  Bobby also knew that at the end of however long her questions took, and no matter his answers anyway, he was going back into diapers and baby pants.



"Now then young man, we need to seriously consider what is happening and more importantly how to get you past this,"  Bobby's aunt May said sitting down with her fresh cup of tea.



"I don't know what is causing it,"  Bobby said in a kind of whisper, and without looking directly at his aunt.  He lied, of course, but it was the best he could offer under the circ-umstances.  There really wasn't much choice.



"Honey, I know that.  I know that all too well Bobby, and frankly I'm not sure that spending any more time on trying to figure out why you are wetting your bed is going to make much difference.  The thing is you are wetting your bed at night and that is really what we need to focus on,"  aunt May said as she lifted her tea bag above her cup to drip.



"Yes ma'am,"  Bobby said knowing full well what was coming next.



"When your cousin had this problem, the solution was fairly simple and I think that same solution is what is needed here for you,"  aunt May said and added, "Obviously, I'm talking about when she went back into diapers and baby pants and, for now, at least until this ends, I want you to agree to do the same.  OK?"



"Yes ma'am,"  Bobby said.  At any other time he would have fought this.  He would have fought against this hard, but he couldn't, he didn't dare.  



"Good.  As much as I hate having to do this, it really is the only way to make sure that at least, when you wake up, you wake up in a dry bed,"  aunt May said.



"Yes ma'am," Bobby added.



"Excellent.  Good for you Bobby.  Tell you what, I'll spend this morning finding the boxes and we can try them on ealier tonight.  No sense putting this off any longer than necessary,"  aunt May noted as she finished her tea as she added, "I'm just hoping everything that Debbie wore is going to fit."



"Yes ma'am,"  Bobby said, but hoping the fit would be an issue.  Unfortunately he knew that his cousin was as big then as he was now, so he also knew what she wore back then would most likely fit him.  He cursed his size almost as much as Debbie must have done once.



"Great.  Well, that's that then.  Why don't you go help your cousin with her chores and I'll take care of your wet bedding,"  aunt May said with a smile before sipping the last of her tea.



"Yes ma'am,"  Bobby said getting up from the table.  He knew his cousin was waiting to hear what had happened.  



"Hey,"  Debbie said as Bobby walked into the barn.



"Hey what,"  Bobby said but without the enthusiasm his cousin had.



"What?  Are you kidding me.  Come on now, so tell me what happened,"  Debbie asked when Bobby didn't look like he was going to tell her anything.



"You already know what's going to happen.  Your mom is going to find those things you wore a few years ago..  this morning, in fact, and I'll start wearing them tonight,"  Bobby said.



"Excellent.  That's great.  See, that wasn't so bad now was it?  Bobby, trust me, you're actually going to like it,"  Debbie said happily as she handed another pitch fork to Bobby.



"Not likely,"  Bobby said as he began to muck the stall next to the one Debbie was cleaning.



"I know you think this is the worse thing that can happen to you Bobby, but it's not if you consider the alternative,"  Debbie said and added, "besides, you really will start sleeping better."



"I was sleeping just fine,"  Bobby said.



"Perhaps, but now you'll sleep better.  You'll sleep like a baby believe it or not.  Besides, it's going to make me happy and that's really what this is all about.  Right?  Right,"  Debbie said laughing without waiting for Bobby to answer.



"So how long am I going to be having these accidents,"  Bobby asked sarcastically as he forked another load of horse manure out of the stall he was cleaning.



"I already told you that Bobby.  You need to wear those things at least for the rest of this Summer.  That's only fair,"  Debbie said and added, "that's how long I wore them which happens to be how long you teased me that Summer.  Remember?"



"Fine!  Now what about that other stuff,"  Bobby asked blushing slightly.  He was talking about the other things, the things Debbie had found.  The things that she now held over him and the reason he hadn't or couldn't argued with his aunt.



"Those things stay with me till this is over.  When Summer ends, I put those things away, clean of course, and mom is never going to know,"  Debbie said.



"You promise,"  Bobby asked.



"I promise,"  Debbie answered.



Both continued working silently at cleaning out the stalls.  Debbie smiling, Bobby frowning.  What was done was done.  Now all that was left was for Bobby to gather enough courage for tonight and do what he had to do.  At least his aunt would never know about the lingerie he'd taken that Debbie had found.  



Bobby had taken a pair of Debbie's panties right after arriving, then another and finally a half slip of his aunts.  He was going to try for a full slip within the next few days until that fateful morning he'd found Debbie smiling.   He'd found her smiling right after he'd made a frantic and futile search for the bag he'd been using to hold the lingerie.  He'd put that bag under a loose floor board in the tack room and now it was gone.  



That bag was missing and there she was... Debbie was outside holding onto the gate and she was smiling.  Bobby's heart had fluttered wildly that morning when he came out of the barn to find Debbie happily swinging to and fro on the gate.  He knew she knew.



"Missing something,"  Debbie had asked, adding after a short pause, "little girl."



"What's that suppose to mean,"  Bobby had asked although he already knew the answer.



"Bobby, you're so silly.  Didn't you think when you hid that stuff?  Hello?  Honey, that was my hiding place long before you found it.  When his cousin said that, there was no doubt where those clothes had gone and then her ultimatum after his question.



"You're going to tell your mom I suppose,"  Bobby had asked knowing full well his cousin was easily capable of it.  He'd been relentless in his teasing three Summers ago and now it was her opportunity to get even.



"Tell mom? Actually no.  No, I'd rather not tell mom about your cross dressing.  In fact, there is no reason she needs to ever know,"  Debbie said.



"I wasn't cross dressing,"  Bobby said.



"I know that, and you know that, but I don't think mom is ever going to understand that,"  Debbie said.



"I mean it, I wasn't cross dressing,"  Bobby said this time with emphasis.



"Actually, if it were me, I'd say I was.  I mean I'd say that just so she didn't focus on what you were really doing with our lingerie.   It's going to sound better,"  Debbie said.  Debbie was right about that Bobby began to believe.



"OK, so I get your silence in exchange for what,"  Bobby asked.



"That easy.  You get my silence in exchange for wetting your bed,"  Debbie said.



"What,"  Bobby said not sure he'd heard Debbie correctly.



"You heard me.  I want you to start wetting your bed - tonight,"  Debbie said.



"You want me to wet my bed,"  Bobby asked shocked, and not exactly clear at all why his cousin would demand that of him.



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"I do,"  Debbie said.



"Why?  I mean then what,"  Bobby said till he suddenly realized what it really was his cousin actually wanted as he added, "you want your mom to put me into your old diapers don't you?"



"Boy, you are sharp!  Very sharp.  Yes, I do.  Actually, I want that very badly if you must know the truth,"  Debbie said.



"No way,"  Bobby noted.



"Fine.  Six of one, half a dozen of another...  Frankly, I think I'd rather see you in one of my dresses anyway.  As small as you are you can easily fit into those few really cute ones mom made for me for Sundays and birthdays.  You remember those don't you?  They were my special occation dresses, you'll love them.  Got most of them still.  Actually I know she will use those dresses since that's where that pair of panties and slip came from,"  Debbie said.



"She's not going to make me wear a dress!  Debbie, think about it.  OK, so your mom is going to get mad over that stuff that I took, obviously, but she's going to know, once she sees those magazines, that I wasn't actually wearing those things,"  Bobby said.



"I know, and I thought about that,"  Debbie said.



"Those magazines are obviously girly magazines,"  Bobby said.



"But that's just it Bobby, there were no magazines,"  Debbie asked with a smirk on her face.



"The magazines in the bag,"  Bobby noted without thinking about Debbie's question.  They were his uncles magazines or had been when Bobby found them in the basement.  The lingerie simply something pleasant to use when he looked through those pages of nearly naked women.



"But Bobby, don't you get it, there were no magazines!  Just those girl's clothes were in the bag.  There was just those bits and pieces of lingerie that were soiled and obviously by a boy, a full slip, couple of cute dresses, and an old pair of my shoes.  Oh, and some of mom's old makeup,"  Debbie said laughing lightly.



"What?  There was just those panties and that half slip and you know it,"  Bobby said.



"I know and I'm sorry, but I added those other things.  Look Bobby, those other things makes it more believable and even better for you,"  Debbie said.  



"Better?  How is adding dresses better for me,"  Bobby cried.



"Better!  With just the lingerie and magazines, you're a pervert.  With a dress and no magazines, you're a cross dresser,"  Debbie said and added, "much better being a cross dresser than pervert."



"Buy why the damn dress,"  Bobby asked.



"Look Bobby, the thing is it makes more sense with just the girl clothes.  I mean how is mom going to know you like dressing as a girl if you didn't have a dress to cross dress in?  Oh, and in case you're wondering, one of those dresses is the one you wore for Halloween a year back so we both know it fits,"  Debbie said.



"You're setting me up!  Your aunt is going to think I really wear those things,"  Bobby said.



"I know, but then again it might actually be better that she doesn't know about what you were really doing.  At least she might understand you wanting to be a girl.  Look, you know how mom is Bobby.  If she sees those magazines and then what you've been doing with that lingerie it's going to put her right over the edge,"  Debbie said.



"You can't do this,"  Bobby said.



"Come on now, be realistic.  Besides, it's already done.  Only thing left to do now is show mom the bag.  Bobby, honestly, I'd think about this whole thing for a second.  I mean think about me walking into the kitchen and handing mom that bag and saying:  'hey mom, look at this?  I found this stuff in the barn.  Some of it is kind of gross.  You know mom, I think Bobby might be wearing this stuff and...  and then doing other things! Naughty things,'" Debbie said.



"You'd do that,"  Bobby said already knowing the answer.



"Don't want to, really, I don't, but I will if I have to,"  Debbie said.



"So I wet my bed and then what,"  Bobby said.



"Well, you wet your bed... probably a couple of times, maybe three or four, if I know mom, and mom gets tired of stripping your bed like she got tired of me wetting and striping mine.  Then mom decides to put you back into diapers and baby pants like she did me.   The good news is, I mean when she diapers you, I won't be teasing you as badly as you teased me that year,"  Debbie said and added, "tell you what, I won't tease you at all when you're wearing your diapers and baby pants.  How's that?"



"Debbie, we were kids back then and you were a brat,"  Bobby said.



"Right,"  Debbie said and added, "so what's your point."



"So this is nothing more than some kind of petty revenge,"  Bobby noted.



"Not revenge,  justice.  Think of it like a crime that you've been getting away with for a time.  So this time I caught you.  I caught you and you've been charged with teasing me mercilessly and there was a trial or would have been.  Since having to wear diapers to bed is actually the lessor of two evils, consider it a kind of plea bargain,"  Debbie said, "you are agreeing to a lessor charge for a lessor punishment."



"And if I do this you promise that aunt May does not see those clothes,"  Bobby asked knowing full well Debbie had him no matter what she said.



"I promise,"  Debbie said.



"And how do I know you'll keep that promise,"  Bobby asked.



"You don't. You don't know that at all, so you'll just have to trust me,"  Debbie said.



"Do I have a choice,"  Bobby asked.



"Not really,"  Debbie said and that was the last time they talked that morning.  Bobby's aunt May simply assumed, when they came in for lunch in silence, they were arguing again and left them to make up sooner or later.  Dinner rolled around, evening came and then it was over as Bobby faced the inevitable on the way to bed.



"Don't forget,"  Debbie whispered as Bobby finally stood up to walk up the steps for that first night he was to wet his bed.  He was walking past when she whispered.  Bobby ignored his cousin but quietly told his aunt good night as he always did.  



It took his aunt four nights or mornings before she told Bobby about the diapers and baby pants and how wearing those would be better than waking to a wet bed.  Aunt May found Debbie's 'baby  things' as promised, and tonight it was going to be diapers and those plastic pants.



"Bobby, I've got everything all set.  Go on and take your bath and then come into my room,"  aunt May said.



Bobby did so, taking as long as he could for the bath.  Thankfully Debbie wasn't in the hallway when he opened the bathroom door.  He hoped, wherever she was, that she stayed there till he was safely in his room.



"Aunt May, I'm done"  Bobby said quietly as he stood at the threshold of his aunt's room.  He had taken as long as he could.



"Come on in Bobby, I'm just getting your things ready,"  aunt May said from the other side of the partially open door.  Bobby walked into the room and looked on top of aunt May's bed.



"Aunt May, those plastic panties are pink,"  Bobby said.



"I know, and try as I might, I can't find the other box with the white or plain ones.  Honestly, I've tried, but for the life of me I can't remember where I put them.  Bobby, I promise I'll look through the whole attic tomorrow.  These are only going to be for tonight, OK,"  aunt May said apologetically.



"Do I have a choice,"  Bobby asked.  Like Debbie's answer, he knew what his aunt would say.  Bobby also knew that his cousin was the reason his aunt couldn't find the regular plastic pants she wore.

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"No, you don't have a choice, and don't make such a big deal out of it. Look, you are wetting your bed at night and besides, no one is going to see them outside of you and me and you've got to wear something.  Now, that's that, OK,"  aunt May said making it clear that was that.



Bobby moved over to his aunt's bed, sat, then moved over the diaper. He laid back, spread his legs as wide as he could and tolerated the most humiliating experience he'd ever have as his aunt picked up the baby powder.  Perhaps the second most humiliating experience because Bobby realized that wetting his bed four mornings in a row had been the first worse experience.



Bobby did the most difficult thing he'd ever done that first night or, more accurately, that following morning.  The deed was done as he lay there awake, and with some difficulty Bobby wet himself and his bed.  He removed his wet pajamas and gathered those with the soaked bedding for the laundry room and, at breakfast, confessed to his aunt.  Debbie was actually surprised that he'd done it, but, then again, perhaps not, considering the alternative.



Bobby's aunt May was shocked, but thought he might be coming down with something so that first night was ignored.  The second night as well, but aunt May warned Bobby that his bed wetting, if it was some kind of a trend, must come to an end - or else.  On his third night the warning she gave was final and that morning of the forth night his aunt had him sitting there at the table for their little talk.



Bobby was shocked when he walked to his bedroom, but not over the diapers since that was a given and they were thick.  Too damn thick he mused. Although that aside, what shocked him was the fact that Debbie had hidden all of the plain baby pants leaving only the ones colored pink.  He'd been set up again by Debbie and he should have known better.  



Bobby had listened in anger as his aunt explained that one of the boxes, the box with those plain baby pants in it, was still buried somewhere in the attic.  Fat chance that was true, Bobby noted, but only  to himself.  Bobby knew that Debbie had hidden those plain baby pants on purpose.



"Come on now, it's not that bad.  Look Bobby, it's like I said,  no one but Debbie and I are going to see these things and if you keep to your room... I mean after I get you ready for bed, even she won't see you,"  aunt May said patting the diaper she laid open on her bed.



Bobby shuddered over what had just happened and his mirror confirmed that he looked every bit the baby his cousin wanted.  Bobby had stripped himself of his towel slowly, reluctantly, leaving him naked.  Naked and only a few feet from his fate.  



Only a few seconds from his fate, as well, when his aunt patted the thick diaper made even thicker now with the soaker she added.  Bobby had moved to the beds edge, sat down on the diaper and laid back before closing his eyes.



He felt the baby powder hit his skin then his aunt's fingers moving over him to rub it in.  He could smell the baby powder and couldn't help what was happening to him.  Another humiliating experience to say the least, although not necessarily all that unpleasant.  Bobby was thankful when his aunt finally  brought the diaper between his legs and over to cover what he was sure was a very clear sign that he liked what was happening.  



Thankfully his aunt seemed to ignore that part of this as she pinned his diaper closed.  Bobby didn't open his eyes till his aunt asked him to lift his feet.  That's when he saw the two pink diaper pins she had used. Bobby was also sure Debbie had a hand in those as well.  He almost cried then.  



His next most humiliating experience, after being pinned into a diaper like a baby and those pink diaper pins, came when his aunt gathered the light pink baby pants and slipped them over his feet.



Bobby had to hold his legs up causing the diaper to move around the edges and against his thighs as his aunt tugged those vinyl panties along the length of his legs.  She did so slowly till it was necessary for him to lift his bottom.  Those baby pants crinkled some and continued to make noise as his aunt fussed with the leg and waist elastic.  She left him then to walk back to his bedroom and tuck himself into bed.



Debbie's diapers and baby pants fit Bobby perfectly, he mused sadly, as he brought the sheet over to cover himself and his fate.  Thank the stars that only his aunt would see him like this, he also mused, as he tried falling asleep.  It wasn't clear when he'd finally dozed off, but it was clear after some amount of time he wasn't dreaming about that far off siren.



That siren...  It was a clear, loud siren and stationary as it grew even louder before falling off some, only to grow louder again.  Bobby wasn't sure what that siren was for when he started to climb out of bed still half asleep.  It only dawned on him after he reached the window on what he was wearing, and he got suddenly scared when he heard the footsteps.  Thankfully it was his aunt that opened the door.



"Bobby, into the basement  now,"  His aunt said as his bedroom door slammed open against the wall.  Bobby realized then that the siren was warning of a tornado.  A tornado and it was imminent as Bobby, forgetting his fate, leaped to the door to lead his aunt down the hall, down the steps and into the basement.  The basement part, just before the storm cellar, was where he'd found that batch of magazines.



Debbie was already in the shelter lighting a lamp when Bobby and his aunt came in.  Aunt May closed the heavy door behind her locking it with a large dead bolt.  Debbie was as scared as Bobby was, as Bobby moved closer to the center of that shelter.  



Aunt May was in a nightgown as was Debbie, with Bobby naked.  Naked except for the pink baby pants and the diapers he wore.  It was still slightly warm at night.  Bobby moved to the left cot and sat.  Debbie, after a few seconds, managed a small sympathetic smile.  She hadn't seen Bobby in his diapers till now.



The wind was picking up.  The banging on the storm doors sitting just above ground level and leading to the outside made all three of them jump.  They thought it was the tornado till a woman's voice, in full panic screamed, "May, it's me, Claire, and I've got the girls with me."



Aunt May moved to the storm doors without hesitation.  She undid the large latch that held them closed and a second later  was helping a rather large woman and two very large girls down the steps.  Behind them dust swirls and debris flew about with a fright train sound off in the distance.  



Bobby knew there were no tracks nearby and that the train sounds were actually the tornado.  In his fear he'd again forgotten what he was wearing.  Although that didn't last as the girls made their way to the center of the shelter as he had.



"Heaven's that was close.  Damn thing touched down on Baker road right in front of us.  I nearly wet myself,"  the woman named Claire said as she helped May close and lock the doors.



Bobby's panic began as the woman talked but grew worse as the two girls now stood looking directly at him.  The two girls moved into the cramped quarters looking curiously at Bobby, then Debbie as their mother and May talked of the storm.



"Big,"  May asked as she slid the bolt closed.



"Big enough I guess.  Honestly, I didn't wait to see it,"  Claire said as she turned towards Debbie, the two girls and then Bobby.  The two girls were still looking at Bobby curiously although clearly still scared from their near disaster.  Claire looked but kept her silence as well.



"Debbie, get a blanket for Bobby,"  aunt May said quickly as she turned to sit on the steps below the storm doors.  Aunt May had given Claire and one of the girls the second cot as Debbie moved to get a blanket.



Bobby had sat there frightened again when he'd heard that freight train sound, then suddenly embarrassed when his aunt, requesting the blanket, reminded him of what he was wearing.  Somehow the blanket put even more focus on what Bobby wore.



Debbie moved past the girls and took up one of several neatly folded blankets from a shelf above Bobby's head.  She opened it to wrap it around Bobby's shoulders.  It was too late to hide the fact he was wearing pink baby pants and clearly a diaper.  A very thick diaper.  



One of girls sat quietly on the same bed as Bobby, the other moved to the cot Debbie sat on to sit with her.  The large woman changed from the bed and took up a stool not far from where May was sitting.



With the exception of the howling wind just beyond those steel doors, they all sat in silence for a time.



"That's my nephew Bobby.  Bobby, this here is Claire, a neighbor, and her two girls, Cindy and Sandy,"  aunt May said just as the freight train sound grew more intense before moving off again in the distance.  



No one talked after those introductions till they heard the siren again.  This time it was steady and sounding the all clear.  Bobby knew of the girls, but had never met them till now.



Bobby stayed sitting on the bed as aunt May opened the shelter storm doors with Claire's help.  They stepped out single file with Debbie last.  It was nearly sunrise and dead calm.



"Well I'll be damned,"  Claire's voice said before adding, "seems you got lucky.  Now if our house is still standing that would be even better."



"It's OK Bobby, it missed us completely,"  aunt May said to Bobby as she came back down a couple of steps to look at him before adding, "go on and go ahead up stairs, I'm going to drive over to Claire's place with Debbie to see if they faired OK."



Bobby undid the dead bolt on the door leading back into the basement, as his aunt climbed back up the concrete steps before closing the storm doors.  Bobby made his way to the stairs leading to the kitchen and then up the steps to his bedroom.  It was nearly sun up when he stood there and wet into his diaper.  His aunt, he decided, would be expecting to find a wet diaper.



Debbie joined the two girls as her mom went into Claire's house with Claire.  Two of the chicken coups had been shaken badly enough to need a few nails, and the place was messy from debris but the tornado had missed the Borden place as well.  It had run West to East leaving a not too wide path of destruction, but even that, thankfully, was mostly crops.



Meanwhile, Bobby had waited for as long as he could before wetting the diaper he wore.  Debbie had actually reminded him of needing to do that, with a look, before going off with aunt May and those others.  Bobby, meanwhile and in the early morning light, stepped out of his baby pants and diaper undoing both diaper pins before letting the diaper fall.



The girls, now past the worse of their fears, and alone with Debbie, turned to her to explain about her cousin. They had remained silent for as long as they could.



"Your cousin is kind of old to be wearing diapers and baby pants,"  Cindy asked.



"And what's with the pink,"  Sandy added.



"I know,"  Debbie said and then added, "he's got some kind of bladder problem, and mom, unfortunately, washed his night things with a red sweater that hadn't been washed before.  It turned a couple of his baby pants pink."



"Bladder problem.  Bummer.  So he has to wear those diapers and plastic pants every night,"  Sandy asked.



"Afraid so,"  Debbie said.



"Cute,"  Sandy noted.



"Very cute,"  Cindy added.

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Debbie nodded, but didn't say anything else as she and the girls moved around the barn and house to check on windows and boards.  Broken glass was often common even with a near miss by a tornado.  The windows had survived.  The girls, happy to see everything still intact, didn't know Debbie had once had her own bladder problem.



"Debbie, we're leaving,"  Debbie's mom hollered from the front of the house.



"See you guys,"  Debbie said as she moved off through the barn door and towards their truck.



Bobby was dressed in his regular clothes when his aunt and cousin drove up.  He looked at Debbie but wasn't sure how to tell her or give her a sign that he'd wet.



"Guess I need to ask Bobby, is your bed OK,"  aunt May asked finding Bobby in the kitchen when they walked in.



"Yes ma'am,"  Bobby said.



"You were not wet when you came into the shelter, so I'm guessing you made it through most of the night dry,"  aunt May asked.



"No ma'am,  I didn't.  I mean I fell asleep while you were gone and had another accident,"  Bobby said looking at his cousin who nodded approvingly behind her mother's back.



"But the bed was dry this time,"  aunt May asked.



"Yes ma'am,"  Bobby said.



"Well, at least you didn't wet the bed this time,"  aunt May noted as she filled the tea kettle with water before adding, "listen, we're going to have the Bordons over for breakfast. They've lost power to the house. Debbie, you go get eggs and Bobby, I want you to start peeling potatoes.  I'll start the batter for pancakes."



Bobby heard the Borden's truck on the gravel drive way as he continued peeling potatoes.  He would have been happier if he never saw the girls again.



"Listen, I told the girls that you have a bladder problem and that mom accidentally dyed your baby pants pink from a red sweater,"  Debbie said quickly, almost in a whisper.



"Bladder problem,"  Bobby asked and added, "so they think I wear diapers all the time then."



"No, just at night,"  Debbie said.



"So they think I wear diapers every night?  That's just great,"  Bobby said.



Hello?  Of course! I had to tell them that.  Bobby, they saw you.  How else was I going to explain the way you looked,"  Debbie said.



"Great,"  Bobby noted as he heard the doors of a truck closing.  Aunt May was off in the bathroom returning in a dress and apron.  Bobby was in jeans and a tee shirt and Debbie almost the same after rushing off to her room right after getting home again.



"Hey everyone,"  aunt May said to Claire as she entered.  The girls were behind and smiling.  They appeared sympathetic to Bobby with their casual nods.



"Hey again!  OK if I use your phone, and see how the town faired.  No sense even trying to get them to fix the electricity just yet, but I should at least get on the list,"  Claire said and added, "cell phone just gets a can't connect message."



"Phones out, but I've still got power so that means the lines are down North of us because our phone lines run to your place.  We get our power from Hampton,"  aunt May said and added, "going to have to break down and get me one of those cell phones one of these days.



"Me too, but the one the girls use isn't connecting so what's the difference.  Damn on the phones being out, but OK, no problem.  We can try later,"  Claire said and then added, "anything for me or the girls to do."



"Nope, you and the girls just sit and eat,  I'm starting the pancakes now,"  aunt May said as she moved to the large bowl of eggs Debbie had cracked open and the batter she had mixed.  Bobby had diced the potatoes he'd peeled and those were now frying to a light golden tan.  The bacon, in a large pan at the back of the stove, was just starting to sizzle as aunt May poured out just enough mix for each pancake.  With those done she began beating the eggs.



Breakfast talk was about the tornado, the risk to others and who may have gotten hit by the direction it had taken.  Claire had seen Chuck on the way back to his place, as she drove home, and he said no one was hit - far as he knew.



Nothing was said of what Bobby had been wearing.  At least not at breakfast.  Before they left, Claire and May took up the task of cleaning the kitchen as Cindy, Sandy and Debbie, along with a very reluctant Bobby, went out to start cleaning the yard.



"Watch for critters," aunt May warned as she added, "the Carters, remember, found a snake in their attic two Summers ago and don't forget the Bakers boys and those damn red ants."



Everyone nodded and the girls shuddered slightly as they went first to find something long to poke with.  You never picked anything up that could shade a snake without poking at it first.  It was Sandy, standing nearly next to Bobby and away from the other two, who finally asked how long he had been wearing diapers to bed.



Bobby flushing crimson, stopped picking up the junk littering the yard, and said, "I'd rather not talk about it if it's OK with you."



"Hey, I'm sorry.  You're right and I really am sorry.  It's really none of my business and I only asked because I wanted you to feel comfortable. I mean after we saw you like that I sort of worried that you'd be very embarrassed.  You know, given the circ-umstances and all. It's just that it's OK with me and..."  Sandy said before abruptly stopping.



"And what,"  Bobby said less defensively after realizing Sandy wasn't going to try and humiliate him.



"And...  and that you looked incredibly cute before the blanket covered you,"  Sandy said and began blushing herself.



"Cute?  Don't you mean a little silly or ridiculous,"  Bobby asked and added, "Oh, right,  you mean the pink?"



"Nope, I meant cute!  Really cute as a matter of fact and now, suddenly, I also don't want to talk about it either,"  Sandy said snickering.



"What's so cute about a guy wearing pink baby pants and a diaper,"  Bobby asked in a lowered voice but suddenly curious.  So he was 'cute' she had said.



"Hard to explain,"  Sandy said snickering again.



Bobby laughed then as well.  More of a nervous snort and meant to be a little sarcastic.



"Hard to explain?  You want something hard to explain, try explaining to a girl you hardly know, why you, as in me, wears diapers and baby pants to bed,"  Bobby said hoping to break down that barrier that would allow Sandy to explain what she meant by him being cute.



"In my case it's not hard at all.  Bobby, you're actually talking to someone who really does know, OK,"  Sandy said not looking at him.



"Who knows what,"  Bobby asked.



"Who knows what it's like to wear diapers and plastic pants, only I had to do it during the day,"  Sandy said and added, "not cloth, and not as thick as what you were wearing, but it was the same sort of things."



"You wore diapers,"  Bobby said in surprise.



"For nearly two years.  Enuresis Risoria they call it or Giggle Incontinence.  To put it simply, I would sometimes wet myself if I laughed too hard,"  Sandy said.



"Really,"  Bobby said trying to imagine that.  



"Really and trust me, wearing diapers during the day is far more risky and a whole lot more embarrassing than at night,"  Sandy said and added, "at least you're indoors and alone."



"I was alone until you and your sister saw me,"  Bobby said smiling a little.



"OK, so there is that, but at least we're sympathetic,"  Sandy said.



"So when you laugh you wet,"  Bobby asked.



"It's a neurological thing,"  Sandy said.



"So what did they do for it,"  Bobby asked.



Sandy stood there for a second wondering what to do next.  She really was beginning to like Bobby.  Sandy also realized there was an advantage to having something in common with him.  An ice breaker for sure.  She hadn't worn diapers for a long time now, but knowing or perhaps hoping that if she still did, it might put Bobby even more at ease.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

"It is something I have to grow out of, eventually,"  Sandy said changing her direction a little. She'd decided on a different tactic.



"You mean you had to grow out of,"  Bobby asked as he suddenly wanted to test the waters.  She said it as if it was something she still suffered from and not something in the past.



"I mean I have to grow out of it.  I still have an occasional accident but I've learned the warning signs,"  Sandy said.



Bobby continued working at picking stuff up in the yard, but his mind was in overdrive suddenly.  Bobby's luck with girls was mostly bad, yet suddenly he was hitting it off with one.  A cute one as it happens and this diaper thing, instead of proving disastrous or humiliating, was actually the reason she was interested in him.  Who would have guessed, he mused.



"So... I mean... I guess I should mind my own business myself, but now I'm curious...,"  Bobby said trying to find the right way to ask but pausing when the words wouldn't come.



"Curios if I still wear diapers,"  Sandy asked.



"Yes,"  Bobby said.



"Funny,"  Sandy said suddenly.



"Funny?  Funny how,"  Bobby asked.



"I was about to lie to you and say yes,"  Sandy said laughing a short laugh as she shook her head.



"Lie? Why,"  Bobby asked.



"To make you feel better,"  Sandy said.



"So you don't then,"  Bobby said feeling a slight amount of disappointment and not sure why.



"Not unless training pants count,"  Sandy asked.



"Training pants,"  Bobby asked.



"You know, plastic pants with cotton lining,"  Sandy said.



"I guess I know about those then and it's nice to know you'd want to fib about still wearing diapers,"  Bobby asked.



"I kind of like you Bobby and I want you to feel more comfortable talking with me,"  Sandy said blushing slightly.



"Believe it or not, I am comfortable talking with you,"  Bobby said quickly and felt his own blush.



"Enough to let me ask one last question,"  Sandy said.



"More than enough,"  Bobby noted smiling.  This was an amazing conversation and with a girl no less, Bobby mused and almost laughed. And the real funny part it was all because of his diapers and pink baby pants.



"Do you like them?  I mean even a little,"  Sandy asked not really looking at Bobby and obviously blushing more.



"Wow, I'm really not sure I can answer that one,"  Bobby said taken back by the question and wondering, a little, over the answer she was expecting.  Bobby thought hard about it before he added what he hoped would be an answer of a sort, "at our age, we're not suppose to.  Right?"



"Can I guess then that you want to say yes, but can't,"  Sandy asked.



"Can I ask what a yes answer would mean to you,"  Bobby asked back nervously.  Both had stopped working and were now standing awkwardly in front of each other.



"I suppose it would mean I could say yes as well.  The thing is I've never met anyone I could talk to about this,"  Sandy said.  She was sure Bobby was going to say yes and more or less had with that answer he'd given, but he was afraid to actually say the word.



"Then yes,"  Bobby said.  At first a fib, he thought, then suddenly realized it wasn't, remembering those moments his aunt had diapered him.  Those long minutes laying there in the dark touching what he was wearing and thinking it wasn't nearly as bad as he'd thought it would be.



"Me to,"  Sandy said.



"You like wearing diapers,"  Bobby asked.



"I did,"  Sandy said and added, "didn't really think about it much till last night when I saw you in yours.  I mean it made me remember when I wore them and how... you know, how secure I felt."



"Wild,"  Bobby said.



"Wild that I liked or like wearing diapers,"  Sandy asked.



"No.  Yes.  Maybe?  I mean yes and no.   Wild as in here we are talking, and the one thing we have in common right now is that we both have worn diapers, and now suddenly we both are admitting that we like them.  That's a little wild isn't it,"  Bobby asked.



"I suppose so,"  Sandy said.



"I don't talk with girls much,"  Bobby said.



"How come,"  Sandy asked.



"Too small for most of them, too nerdish for others I guess,"  Bobby said.



"You are not that small, and I'm not sure about you being nerdish either,"  Sandy said.



"Much smaller than you are,"  Bobby said and added, "and I've been called a nerd more than a few times."



"Look, I'm bigger than average so you being smaller would be the case anyway.  The thing is boys, the boys around here at least, don't often like girls that are bigger than them, so I don't spend all that much time talking with boys either,"  Sandy said.



"That's kind of stupid those boys ignoring you.  You're cute.  Why wouldn't a boy want to talk with you,"  Bobby said flushing again.



"Thanks, that's sweet, but boys, current company excluded I suppose, can be really dumb,"  Sandy said smiling and adding, "you are cute too, even without the diapers."



"Thanks, I think,"  Bobby said laughing.



"Sandy, Cindy!  Come on you two, we're going to need to get home,"  Claire said from the kitchen door.  



"Got to go,"  Sandy said.



"I know.  Nice talking with you,"  Bobby said.



"Same here,"  Sandy added.



Both were blushing as they made their way to the girl's truck.  Bobby stood with his cousin as the two girls and their mother drove off.  Bobby waved to Sandy and Sandy waved back.



"She say anything about you last night,"  Debbie asked of Bobby as they stood watching the truck drive off down Baker towards the Borden place.



"No,"  Bobby said fibbing. He had no intention of telling Debbie what he and Sandy talked about.



"Cindy thinks you make a really cute baby,"  Debbie said.



"Great,"  Bobby responded but keeping the sarcasm in his voice.  He wanted to smile a little.



"Hey you two, there is still lots to do,"  aunt May said from the kitchen door.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

Sandy and Cindy, thirty minutes later, were fixing the coup that had been shaken loose from the winds.



"So what did you and that boy Bobby talk about.  Looked like you two have known each other for years,"  Cindy said to her sister.



"I told him I wore diapers once,"  Sandy said snickering.



"You what,"  Cindy said.



"You remember Sally?  The girl that would wet herself when she laughed,"  Sandy said.



"Sure, why,"  Cindy asked.



"I remember what she had said so I fibbed and told him that I had giggle incontinence and had to wear diapers for a while.  I wanted to make him feel better,"  Sandy said.



"Did he,"  Cindy asked.



"Yes,"  Sandy said and added, "and you know what?" Sandy said.



"What," Cindy asked.  



"He confessed that he likes wearing diapers at night,"  Sandy said.  



"You're kidding,"  Cindy said.



"Nope.  That's what he said after I admitted I did to,"  Sandy said.



"You're going to love this then,"  Cindy said.



"Love what,"  Sandy asked.



"He doesn't wear diapers or rather he didn't.  Last night was the first time he's ever worn diapers,"  Cindy said and added, "at least not since he was a baby, I suppose."



"What,"  Sandy asked in a surprised voice.



"You heard me.  Debbie told me what happened and why he's wearing them now,"  Cindy said.



"What happened, when,"  Sandy asked.



Cindy went on to tell Sandy what Debbie had told her.  Sandy started to laugh after a time and Cindy joined her.  The fact that they didn't like boys much made Bobby's punishment, under Debbie's hand, all the better suddenly.  Not only did Bobby have to wear those diapers for Debbie but he had taken girl's clothes as the reason.



"Lingerie and diapers?  Gosh, that makes him nearly the perfect boy,"  Cindy said.



"Almost,"  Sandy noted.



"Almost,"  Cindy asked.



"He'd be even more perfect in some of our things,"  Sandy said.



"Nothing we've got would fit him, way too big"  Cindy said, but added, "he would make a cute girl though."



"Not the stuff we wear now, not with diapers.  I was thinking about other things,"  Sandy said.



"Like what other things?  We don't have anything that's going to go with diapers,"  Cindy noted.



"What about the stuff we wore when we were little,"  Sandy said.



"Sandy, we were never little,"  Cindy noted.



"Hello?  That's my point.  I meant the stuff when we were younger.  I'll bet he'd fit easily into the stuff we wore in grade school,"  Sandy noted.



"Diapers and a little dress?  Now that would be the prefect boy,"  Cindy said as they both began laughing themselves to tears.



"He does make a cute looking girl," Cindy said.



"He makes a cute looking girl?  You mean he'd make a cute looking girl,"  Sandy noted.



"No, I mean he makes a cute looking girl.  He wore a dress for last Halloween couple of years ago.  I've seen the pictures,"  Cindy said.



"So he's got a collection of lingerie, likes diapers and he wore a dress for Halloween?  That really is the perfect boy.   Maybe he wants to be a girl,"  Sandy said looking pensive suddenly.



"Not sure about that, but I'm sure, since he's already worn a dress and since he likes collecting lingerie, it wouldn't be too difficult to get him into our stuff,"  Cindy noted.



"Except for the panties.  I mean I'd like him wearing his diapers under one of my old dresses,"  Sandy said.



"Not me, I'd rather have him in panties.  You get more out of a boy who is wearing panties,"  Cindy said in a tone Sandy understood.



"You mean John,"  Sandy said.  She was sure her sister was talking about John.  Big, Bad John was big, but not very bad that day.  Or put another way, he was very bad that day as Sandy snickered to herself.



"Yes, I'm talking about John,"  Cindy said.



"John was the exception to the rule," Sandy said.



"Not really.  What about Mark,"  Cindy said.



"Mark never admitted that he liked it,"  Sandy said.



"Sandy, don't be thick!  What boy is going to admit that he likes wearing girl's clothes,"  Cindy said.



"John did,"  Sandy said.



"He had to, but that's not the point.  Boys, even the boys that like wearing our things, are not going to admit they like wearing our things,"  Cindy said.



"You're playing with words here.   John, Mark, even Kevin have admitted it in one way or another,"  Cindy said.



"That's just it, they more or less have to, once it's obvious, they do, but none of them are going to say so openly,"  Cindy said.



"So what about Debbie's cousin, you think he'd like it,"  Sandy asked.



"I think he'll like it,"  Cindy said.



"Funny,"  Sandy said.



"Funny? What's funny,"  Cindy asked.



"When we've played dress up with one of the boys we've never really played house,"  Sandy said, snickered and then added, "and now we can."



"How so,"  Cindy asked.



"Come on, are you kidding or what.  We've got a baby.  You're the daddy, I'm the mommy and this boy Bobby could be the baby,"  Sandy said and added, "baby girl actually."



"Hey, you're right?  I hadn't thought about that.  OK, so maybe the diapers will be a good thing, but even so, I still want to put him into panties,"  Cindy said.



"So how we going to do this?  Good girl, bad girl again,"  Cindy asked.



"That's what I'm thinking,"  Sandy said.



"Except, in Bobby's case, he'll be wearing diapers I suppose,"  Cindy said.



"What else,"  Sandy said laughing.

[Mary Beth Sanford]

"And where are you going to get diapers,"  Cindy asked.



"Disposables,"  Sandy said and added, "we can get a package of them before we invite him over."



"And you think you can get him into a diaper easier than panties,"  Cindy said.



"Actually I do.  I think this guy is a little different than the guys we've done this to before now.  



"Because of the diapers,"  Cindy asked curiously.



"Because of the diapers,"  Sandy said as she began to imagine Bobby laying in front of her.



"We get a package of disposables.  Heck, we could start using them on the other boys as well,"  Cindy said suddenly looking mischievous.



"Don't you just love it,"  Sandy said as she began to nail a board against the barn to fix the chicken wire that had come loose.



"I could learn to.  I definitely could,"  Cindy said tugging the loose wire tight again.



Meanwhile....



"Bobby, phone, it's Sandy,"  aunt May yelled from the back door.  



The tornado had done little damage to the area and things had settled down again over those next few days.  Bobby, of course, was still going to bed in Debbie's diapers and Debbie still couldn't find those plain baby pants, or so she said, leaving just the pinks ones for now.  That box, that box of regular baby pants, of course, was under Debbie's bed.



"Sandy,"  Bobby said to Debbie who looked as surprised as Bobby till she smiled.



"Sandy  Borden,"  Debbie said thinking Bobby didn't remember the name.



"I know,"  Bobby said as he tried acting casual walking to the house.



"Hello,"  Bobby asked taking up the phone his aunt held out to him.



"Hi Bobby.  How's things,"  Sandy said.



"Great, how are you,"  Bobby said happily although with a touch of nervousness.  Sandy was all he had thought about in those few days since they met.



"Good.  Say listen, I'm going to be stuck home here today, alone, and was wondering if you might like to come over.  Maybe talk some more, watch a movie?  I hate being alone,"  Sandy said.



"Sure!  Hold on and let me see if it's OK with my aunt,"  Bobby said as he cupped the phone and added, "OK if I go over to Sandy's place for a little while?"  



Bobby's aunt nodded yes.  Bobby's portion of the chores had been done thirty minutes ago and the only thing left was the hinge on the gate but it wasn't a priority.



"What's a good time,"  Bobby asked.



"Right now would be perfect,"  Sandy said as she stroked the disposable diaper she'd taken from the bag and tapped herself into.  Cindy, nearby, was snickering behind the hand covering her mouth.



"Be right there,"  Bobby said hanging up the phone as he added to his aunt, "see you later."



"He's on his way," Sandy said as she took up her skirt and stepped into it.



"So you think he's going to wear one of those disposables,"  Cindy asked as she took out one of the ones Sandy had purchased to fit Bobby.  She had gotten two sizes, one package in an adult size large enough for her and another in a generic brand for chubby toddlers that would fit Bobby's waist.



"Of course.  It's like I said, I think it's going to be a lot easier than getting him into panties,"  Sandy said.



"So how long you going to need,"  Cindy said looking at the clock on the kitchen wall.



"Half an hour, but give me about forty five minutes just in case,"  Sandy said.



"Forty five minutes it is,"  Cindy said as she took up her back pack.  



Cindy was going to go riding for a while.  That had been the routine a couple of times with the boys they'd done this to before. One girl with the boy, the other out doing something.  It was often Sandy with the boy.  



Sandy would woo them into some heavy petting, talk them into being a bit more playful, get them into a pair of panties and Cindy would walk in.  Once the boy was trapped he was theirs.  Only in this case, with Bobby, it would be his diaper.



"Hey,"  Bobby said when Sandy opened the door.  The walk had taken him fifteen minutes.



"Hey yourself,"  Sandy said opening the door for Bobby as she added, "was just starting to bake some cookies, you mind helping?"



"Not if I can eat a few of them,"  Bobby said smiling as he came into the house.



Bobby followed Sandy to the kitchen and washed his hands as instructed before Sandy sat the bowl of cookie mix in front of him.  There was two cookie trays already buttered.  Sandy sneezed, off to the side, then swore as she suddenly ran off and out of the kitchen.  She was gone a few minutes.



"You OK?  What was that all about,"  Bobby asked casually as he finished a tray of cookies for the oven.



"Bobby, I know this is going to sound kind of odd, but I'm feeling sort of down suddenly and was wondering if I can have a rain check,"  Sandy said looking very sad.



"Sure.  But are you OK,"  Bobby asked showing concern on his face.  His day with Sandy now on the verge of becoming just a fantasy.



"What am I doing telling you to go?  Heck, you already know about my 'problem' don't you,"  Sandy said.



"You mean about your incontinence,"  Bobby asked carefully.  Bobby remembered Sandy had said she no longer had a problem.  She said she was no longer incontinent or, at least, hinted at it.



Yes Bobby...  Oh heck, you might as well know.  Bobby, the answer is, no, I'm not OK today and of all the days to be incontinent, it had to be the one when I finally got a boy alone with me,"  Sandy said looking forlorn.



It was that part about being alone with him that made him want to work at getting Sandy past her problem.  Bobby knew instantly what she had meant as he asked, "but I thought you didn't wear... you know, wear diapers any more."



"Bobby, I still do, but not as often,"  Sandy said blushing.



"So is it worse than usual or what,"  Bobby asked trying to figure out what to say.



"No, it's just there.  Kind of embarrassing is all.  Like I said, last thing I wanted to be wearing today, around a boy, especially around you, was a damn diaper,"  Sandy said.



"I thought you wore some kind of pull-up,"  Bobby asked.



"Bobby, I lied.  I just didn't really want to admit to the diapers,"  Sandy said.



"Sandy, come on, you caught me wearing cloth diapers and pink baby pants.  Trust me when I say I understand,"  Bobby said.



"I know,  I mean thanks, but we'd only just met so I was kind of worried.  They thing is, I still wear disposables if you want to know the truth,"  Sandy said.



"Great,"  Bobby said.



"Great,"  Sandy asked.



"Yes.  I mean don't be embarrassed on my account,"  Bobby said hoping he was on the right track. It was the second hint that he'd been invited over to 'play' that held his attention.



Bobby was not a bold person, not even close to being so around a girl, but Sandy was different already.  Sandy was different and she also believe he was as well or so Bobby thought.  Sandy believed Bobby wore diapers at night because he had to so talking about them, even now, was not going to be all that odd.



"That's sweet Bobby, thank you,"  Sandy said.  It didn't sound convincing to Bobby and he worried he was losing the moment.



"Sandy, I already told you I sort of like them.  I mean like you do so it's not going to matter to me what you wear,"  Bobby said.



"You're just saying that,"  Sandy said.



"No, No I'm not.  Honestly, it's not going to make any difference to me what you've got on,"  Bobby said hoping Sandy understood.  If Sandy had planned on something Bobby wanted it very clear to Sandy that he'd happily participate no matter what.



"Really,"  Sandy said looking sheepishly at Bobby causing Bobby to blush some.



"Really,"  Bobby said.



"I knew there was a reason I liked you.  I mean another reason,"  Sandy said laughing, but holding her stomach as she did so, as she added, "Blast, there I go again."



"So it is bad,"  Bobby said not sure if there were good and bad days.



"Seems like it.  Bad enough to be frustrating as hell,"  Sandy said and added, "I think it's because you're here."



"Frustrating because of me,"  Bobby asked.



"Frustrating Bobby!  Very frustrating.  Not many guys are going to want to neck with a girl wearing a damn diaper,"  Sandy said.



"That's not true.  In fact, I know of one,"  Bobby said not taking any chances now that he was sure of Sandy's intent.



Sandy looked at Bobby for a moment, moved in, kissed him once, then moved in closer with a second kiss more passionate.  She broke it off a little faster than she would have as she said, "that is the sweetest thing a guy has ever said to me."



"It's true,"  Bobby said feeling slightly faint.



"The thing is and I appreciate what you've just said...  but the thing is, I'd feel a little uncomfortable taking this far enough for you to actually see me in a diaper.  Especially with you suddenly being the only one naked,"  Sandy said.



"Who says I have to be naked,"  Bobby said suddenly.



"What's that suppose to mean.



"Tell you what, you got one of your diapers that I could wear,"  Bobby asked throwing out what little inhibitions still remained.  There was no way he was going to let a little thing like a diaper stand in his way now.  She was talking about sex and, right now, that was all Bobby cared about.



"You serious,"  Sandy asked a little surprised at how little time it had taken and sorry now she hadn't told her sister to take an hour at least, maybe even two.  She was sure Bobby would wear the diaper and she was sure she now wanted to play a little.



"Heck yes I'm serious,"  Bobby said as he started to take his shoes off.



"Wait, not here.  Not in the kitchen.  In my room.  Oh and I've still got to get these cookies done or mom's going to kill me so can you set your passions aside for a little while longer,"  Sandy asked.



"Not for too much longer,"  Bobby said as he moved in to kiss Sandy.  



Sandy kissed back, put a finger to his lips then took his hand.  She tugged him out of the kitchen and to her room.  A girlish room, but that was Sandy.  On the bed a changing pad and next to that a package of disposables.  On the package a picture of a disposable.  It was an adult size disposable and very big.



"My stuff,"  Sandy said sheepishly.



"Those going to fit me,"  Bobby asked nervously.  His fantasy, only moments before, had changed slightly now that a touch of reality had set in.  Those were large adult size diapers.



"What's your waist size,"  Sandy asked.



"Twenty two,"  Bobby said.



"Not even close.  Wait...  Wait, give me a minute.  I've got another package somewhere that still has diapers in it.  They are a lot smaller than mine.  If I can just remember what I did with them...  Got it, be right back.  Why don't you make yourself uncomfortable while I go get them,"  Sandy said.



"Uncomfortable,"  Bobby asked slightly confused over Sandy's choise of words.



"Naked silly,"  Sandy said.



"Oh,  I get it," Bobby said standing there blushing.



"Be right back,"  Sandy said moving out of the room.  She was gone long enough for Bobby to get his clothes off.  He looked funny standing there trying to hide himself when Sandy came back into the room.  She was holding another package of disposables.



On the package a baby crawling away from the camera.  The package was open and a few diapers already missing.  Those missing diapers were in a bag in Sandy's closet along with the few she'd taken from the adult size diapers.   Her intent was to make them appear to have been opened and used already.



"These should fit you easily.  That is if you are still willing to do this,"  Sandy asked looking suddenly worried as she added, "you really don't have to do this you know.  I mean we can get together again some other time."



That was it, the final push Bobby needed.  It was this, now or him facing her 'one of these days' and he didn't want to face her 'one of those days' as he said, "get one of those ready."



"Damn. I didn't realize, till now, that these are meant for a girl,"  Sandy said as one of the diapers came out slightly.  A pastel pink strip ran across the front of it with words in a slightly darker shade of pink reading, 'Princess'.



"It's just you and me, right,"  Bobby asked.



"Just you and me,"  Sandy said.



"Then I don't care if they are meant for a girl,"  Bobby said.



Sandy's only regret, suddenly, as she tugged one of the baby disposables out of the package, was doing this without her sister.  Had she realized how Bobby felt or if she'd known how Bobby would have reacted, she'd be alone with him for this entire day.