Passed Down

My diaper was soaked by the time I finished breakfast. I had to be at
school in a half-hour so I ran upstairs to change diapers and get dressed.
I opened the door to my closet where I usually keep the large case of
disposable diapers but I suddenly remembered that I put on my last one when
I got up. I usually  didn't go through two in such a short period of time,
but being the first day of school, I was a little nervous.

I ran out to the top of the stairs and yelled down, "Mom, do we have
anymore diapers?"

"Rebecca!" My mom immediately appeared at the bottom step. "There's no need
to yell, young lady."

"I'm sorry Mama, but I'm wet and I'm going to be late."

"Relax, the world's not going to end if you're a few minutes late. Your
older sister has some diapers on her dresser."

"Thanks Mom." I ran into my sister's room and saw four diapers stacked on
the dresser. I walked over, picked one up, and turned to see my mom in the
doorway.

"If you're running late, then let me help you." She said.

Mama had had all of our pants, shorts, and skirts tailored so that the
seams were snaps. That way, when we needed changing, the garments can be
pulled right off. I had on pink denim shorts and a black leather belt. I
unbuckled the belt and pulled it out of the belt loops. My mother then
pulled on the waistband of my shorts and the snaps came right apart.
Pop-pop- pop-pop-pop-pop

My shorts slipped to the floor revealing a sagging diaper. I laid down on
the bed and Mom untaped the diaper. She then gather the oil, powder, and
wipes from my sister's dresser.

"You know," she said as she worked. "you really ought to try cloth
diapers."

"Oh, Mom, not this again."

"But they're what I wear. They're better for your skin, better for the
environment. And you don't have to keep buying them over and over."

"Yeah but you have to keep them after you use them," I countered. "They're
unsanitary!" This, of course, was not the first time we had this argument.
She had them with my sister as well. I guess my mother was just being
old-fashioned.

Mother powered my bottom then spread the lotion and baby oil all around my
diaper area. As I laid there I noticed Katie walk in the door.

"Mom, I need-whoa!" she turned and was about to walk out when mother called
after her.

"Hold it a minute young lady." Katie walked back in. "Are you wearing those
special underpants?"

"I don't think it's time yet." Katie said pleadingly.

"You're having accidents, aren't you?"

"Only when I laugh or get really excited." Katie said.

"And you don't think there's a chance that will happen today?"

"Not if I'm wearing training pants!"

"Go into your room and put those underpants on!" Mom demanded. "I'm going
to check to see if you're wearing them before you go to the bus stop." As
Katie turned to leave I saw her eyes filling with tears. I felt sorry for
her. This was a bad time in her life.

As Mama unfolded a fresh diaper she said, "I will never understand that
girl." She lifted my ankles. "Doesn't she understand that it would be more
embarrassing if she had an accident everyone could see?"

"She'll learn to deal with it eventually." I said. "Remember how much
trouble I was?"

Mama laughed. "Yeah, we had to hide all your underwear." She taped the new
diaper in place. "I guess that's what we'll have to do with your younger
sister."

I put my shorts back on and went into the bathroom as I heard Mama go into
Katie's room and say, "There now, is that really so bad?" I checked myself
out in the mirror. I made sure my makeup and hair were okay. I inherited my
mother's red hair. It was a dark crimson that I figured was my best
quality. And as such, I took good care of it. Anything to take attention
away from, you know, below the belt. Speaking of which, I made sure my
shirt was completely tucked in and no strands of plastic stuck out. I also
made sure there were no suspicious bulges. Satisfied with my appearance, I
walked back into my room and saw Mama putting two disposables into my
backpack; she was putting them in the wrong place.

"Mom, no. Use the secret pocket." My older sister, Jenny, modified her
backpack when she was in high school so there was a special pocket on the
inside, hidden from view. There was just enough room for two diapers, a
small package of wipes, a small container of powder, and a tiny bottle of
lotion. Jenny, gave me her backpack when I first lost bladder control and
made a new one for herself. She is now at Brighton Community College and
had made a new pack out of a duffle bag. I put the diapers in the right
place and swung the pack over my shoulder.

"Bye-bye dear," Mother kissed me on the cheek.

"Later, Mama." I kissed her back. I went downstairs to the kitchen. Jeremy,
my younger brother, was sucking down the last of the milk out of his cereal
bowl. Katie stood at the door figeting and pulling at the back of her
pants.

"Come on, dweeb." Kate called out to Jeremy. "Mom says I have to walk you
to the bus stop. If you don't hurry, we're gonna be late. Jeremy, I could
tell was tempted to insult her, but he knew he couldn't say anything about
her incontinence. Or mine for that matter. He knew what would happen if he
did. He would also be going to school with some extra padding under his
pants. Being only seven, that fate scared him. Unable to think of any other
response, he put his bowl in the sink and ran out passed Katie. "Jeremy,
wait!"

She ran out. I walked out after them, shutting the door behind me. "Hey,
Katie." I called. She stopped her persuit of our younger brother. "You have
to stop playing with the back of your pants like that. People are going to
get suspicious if don't take your fingers out of there."

"Can you see a bulge?" She asked with true concern in her voice.

"No, I can't." I said speaking the God's honest truth. "So would you
relax?" She nodded and turned to the direction of her stop. "Hey Katie?"
She turned around again. "Good luck, okay?"

"It's Kate," she said. "Don't call me Katie, that's too babyish." She
turned again and walked off.

Since I was a sophmore in high school, I had a different bus stop. I walked
across our backyard, through a neighbor's yard, and down one block to my
stop. Amy was there with Philip and Don. Phil and Don were a year behind
us. It really didn't make them that much younger but Amy and I always
treated them like they were little kids. They had a crush on Amy so it
always embarrassed them.

Amy had already started when I got there. "Aw, what's the matter Phil, need
a diaper change?" Amy, since she was my best friend, knew about my
handicap. So she always refered to diapers in converstions with mixed
company whenever she got the chance. When she first started doing it, I got
mad because I thought she was making fun of me. But she explained that I
had to learn not to take it so seriously. If it weren't for her and my
older sister, Jenny, my self-esteem would have been in the dumper. Amy was
dressed in baggy jeans with a worn leather belt as well as black leather
boots and a flannel shirt. As far as she was concerned, the grunge look
wasn't going out of style. But it was what was under her clothes that
always held my attention and envy: underwear that wasn't lined with
plastic.

The bus finally came and we were off. As I sat in my seat I tried to close
my legs all the way and listened to the crackling of my diaper. It seemed a
little loud but then again, it always did. It was my inheritance. Every
female on my mom's side of the family loses bladder control just after
puberty. It starts at age ten or eleven. First, we wet the bed a couple of
times a week. Then the frequency picks up until we're wetting every night.
Then the day time accidents start. By the time we reach thirteen or
fourteen, we're in diapers full time. Of course our parents remind us about
the impending handicap from potty training to puberty, but we're never
prepared. No doctor has been able to fully explain the flaw. For some
reason there's something in the DNA that dictates that the nervous system
takes a jolt when puberty starts to kick in.

It was always the mother's job to give advice. I was lucky to have an older
sister. Kate was even luckier to have two older sisters. There were
certain tricks of the trade that are passed down. Like always wear baggy
pants. If you think it may be a while before you can change yourself, it
may help to put baby diapers in your larger ones. And the golden rule:
always, ALWAYS keep your shirt tucked in.

                                   * * *

The school day started out pretty soomthly. Amy and I both were promised a
position as an office aide. We both got it during third period. Being an
office aide was something that everyone desired. It used to be punishment
for misbehavior. If you did something wrong you had to help out in the
office. The trouble with that is people who were office aides never really
did anything except for the occasional errand. People liked it. So they
made it a filler for a class period. Every quarter, two students (usually
with good grades) would be chosen to be office aides rather than be in
study hall. Amy and I considered ourselves lucky.

But on the first day of school, the powers-that-be had more for us to do
than sit on our butts and talk. We had to move books. We had to take a
stack of books from this classroom and put them in the book room. Then we
had to take another stack of books from that classroom and put it in the
same book room. On the last trip, as Amy and I were hauling ourselves to
the book room one last time, I felt a familiar warmth spread throughout my
crotch and then reach my bottom. "Uh-oh," I said quietly.

"What's up?" asked Amy. She turned around and saw the uncomfortable look on
my face. "Oh." She said knowingly.

"It's alright." I said. "I'm sure I've got plenty of time to change before
the bell rings."

"Oh, sure." Any responded confidently. I hated changing during a class
change. There were too many girls in the bathroom and it was harder to hide
the suspicious rustling. I was just glad all the stall doors were intact.
My thoughts were interupted by a sharp "snap!" followed by an "Oh, shit!"
from Amy. I looked up saw her standing in the hallway, her pants
dangerously sagging. I could already see the waistband of her panties.

"What happened?" I asked.

"My belt!" she hissed, trying not to disturb the classes taking place
around us. "It just snapped." She turned around looking for the break in
the leather. When she didn't see it right away she almost put her books
down.

"No don't." I said. "You'll never get them up again."

"If my pants fall down, I'll never get them up again."

I looked ahead to the book room just down the hall. "Let's just try to make
it to the book room, okay? I don't want to waste too much time. I want to
change diapers before the bell rings."

She nodded. We walked forward. She walked slowly, keeping an eye on her
pants which kept slipping and slipping. By the time we were ten feet away
from the book room, I could tell her panties were white cotton with red
rose petals. I felt a tinge of jealousy. When we walked in the room, her
jeans finally lost their purchase and dropped around her ankles with a
"Whump!" Gasping, she immediately dropped her books and bent down to
retrieve her pants even though no one was in the hallway looking in and,
even if they were, I was standing in front of the scene blocking anyone's
view.

I put my books down next to the other stack and said, "I'm going to go
change now. See you at lunch?"

"Yeah, okay." She mumbled, inspecting her pants.

I walked quickly to my locker, got my backpack, and headed for the
restroom. In one of the stalls, I worked with one of the most difficult
parts of this handicap. Changing diapers in close quarters. I pulled out a
fresh diaper, the wipes, and lotion, and laid them out so they would be
readily available when I needed them. I then unbuckled my belt and pulled
it out of the belt loops of my shorts, then pulled my shorts off,
separating the snaps. I untaped the soggy diaper and placed it in one of
the opaque plastic bags I carried with me. I pulled out one of the wipes
and wiped down my bottom, vagina, and upper thighs, putting the used wipes
in the bag with the used diaper. Then I got a little lotion on my palm and
smeared it all over my diaper area. I wiped down my hand with another wipe
and then unfolded one of the diapers. Since I was so cramped and couldn't
get into a prone position, I had to shake a generous supply of baby powder
onto the diaper rather than lie down. I then put the back end of the diaper
between my bottom and the door of the stall. I pulled the front part up
between my legs and taped it in place. I smoothed out the leg and
waistbands. I felt much better.

I picked my shorts up off the floor and began to snap them in place when I
heard the bathroom door open. I heard Amy say, "Becca, are you in here."

"Yeah," I said, a little relieved. "I'll be out in a sec." I finished
snapping on my shorts, picked up the plastic bag with the wet diaper and
wipes in it, picked my belt up off the floor, and walked out. Amy stood in
front of one of the mirrors inspecting her belt. Her pants sagged,
threatening to slip.

"Look at this," she said, holding out her belt. It was still buckled but
there was a clean break where the leather snapped. "I think the leather
cracked here several times until it finally broke." She looked at the belt
in my hand. "Look, Becca, you don't need that belt to hold your pants up do
you? Because mine won't stay up."

She was right. Here pants were sliding slightly even as we spoke. Her
underwear was coming back into view. I didn't in fact need my belt. I
always wore them because they gave me a less vulnerable feel. I was always
paranoid about my pants falling down. But my shorts fit just fine and Amy
was a good friend. "It's cool. Here." I gave her the belt.

She smiled. "Thanks. I really appreciate it. Come over after school and
I'll give it back."

                                   * * *

I wet my diaper again at about two o'clock but could not find the time to
get it changed. Since it was the first day of school, alot of my teachers
demanded I stay in class to get everything and, due to my schedule, it was
impossible to change between classes. I just kept hoping my bladder would
hold out another couple of hours until I could get home. Disposables
couldn't take another soaking without leaking.

I kept a constant eye on my shorts. I knew they fit too well to fall down
without a belt but their looseness made me nervous. At three-fifteen,
thirty minutes before the last bell rang, everyone went in the gym for the
annual beginning of the year rally. It was supposed to be a chance to build
up some school spirit but everyone considered it a joke. They were just
happy to get out of class.

Amy and I sat (or stood) through the whole thing making our usual load of
jokes. I had a pretty good time with her despite my anxiety. My anxiety was
another bane of mine. Because of it, I had to have a BM. Finally, the last
bell rang and everyone sprang for the doors. It was a madhouse. At
twentyfive- hundred students, the school was well past capacity and we had
to wade through a sea of people to get to the front where the buses were
parked. Of course most people were trying to get to the back where the
student parking lot was.

Amy and I got separated. As hard as I looked I couldn't find her anywhere.
I still needed to poop but I didn't want to miss my bus and I figured I
would find Amy once I got there. When I was about ten yards from the door I
looked down and noticed that nearly half the snaps on the right side of my
shorts were undone. The shorts were supposed to be tailored to where the
snaps would be concelealed, but there they were. I couldn't stop to resnap
them, I needed to catch the bus. I would just do it on the way home.
Everyone was packed in. We were all brushing by eachother. It was then that
I realized that the people brushing by were what was causing the snaps to
come undone. I big crowd of boys pushed passed, brushing by my right side
and undoing three more snaps in the process.

I was mortified. Only two snaps were left holding my shorts on. You could
see the tapes of my diaper where the snaps were separated. My urge to poop
got even stronger. My heart began to beat fast. Discovery was my worst
nightmare. I just hoped everyone would be too preoccupied with getting out
to take notice of my shorts. I finally made it outside.

It was still crowded but it was a little easier to get around. I really
needed to poop. It was becoming an emergency. I guess it was all the
excitement. I figured if I could just get to the bus, sit down, and just
relax, I would be fine. I passed a little gas and the feces threatened to
come out. I used all my willpower to hold it in. I hurried to the door of
the bus being the last passenger. There was line through the bus, it was
obvious I was going have to stand. As the doors closed behind me, I noticed
the people near me staring. I wondered what it was until I glimpsed
something out the window. There was some pink cloth on the sidewalk
outside. My heart lurched. As the bus pulled away, I put my hand down where
my shorts were supposed to be and felt only plastic. My bowels let go. I
filled my diaper right there.

The rest of the ride home was a nightmare. Everyone knew where the smell
was coming from. Some people laughed, some whispered among themselves, and
some just stared quietly. Amy was one of the quiet ones. When some seats
opened up, she opted not to sit next to me. I just sat there in my own shit
and cried. The final blow in this nightmare was that I was one of the last
stops. I had to sit there the whole time.

When I came in the front door I was crying and heaving. I wanted to die.
Mama heard all the commotion and came into the foyer. She looked horrified
when she saw me. I must have looked terrible. "What on earth is the matter,
dear?"

"I-I had an accident." There was no need to ask what I was talking about.

"Come on, honey." She led me upstairs to my room. She spread out a
foam-rubber pad on the bed and instructed me to take off my shirt and lay
down. She removed my shitty diaper and wiped me clean as I laid there and
weeped. "Don't cry." She cooed. "Mommy's, here." She applied a generous
supply of lotion and powder and lifted both my ankles with her left hand
while she put a cloth diaper under my bottom. She pinned it on then took a
pair of plastic panties, white with teddy bears, and pulled them on over
the diaper. She then got a clean white t-shirt from my dresser and helped
me put it on. She threw the dirty diaper in my diaper pail then told me to
get up.

She led me over to a rocking chair in the corner. She sat down and I
instinctively got in her lap. She held me as we rocked, my tears beginning
to fade. "I know you don't like cloth sweetie," she said. "But if you have
another one of those accidents, the smell won't be so strong." She kissed
me on the head. "There, there. Don't worry about what happened at school
today. Let Mommy tell about what happened to her when she was in high
school."

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