The following account is about 90% true. I say that, because memory tends to change over the course of 20 years, so some of the minor details may not be remembered accurately.

I never knew my parents. I was raised by my grandmother from a very young age and she never told me anything about them. Whether they died or simply abandoned me, I have no idea and never really cared. I guess when you never have something, it's hard to miss it.

At about 9 or 10 years of age, my grandmother and I got some new neighbors. It was a mother and her two children, Courtney and Adam. Courtney was a year older than I was and she was very pretty. Adam was a year younger and a habitual troublemaker. It turns out that both children had bedwetting trouble and wore diapers to bed. Over the course of about six months, I spent a lot of nights at their house while my grandmother was undergoing treatment in the local hospital. At first I was embarassed to see two children my own age wearing diapers to bed, but my embarassment soon turned to fascination when I began to daydream about being made to wear diapers myself. Soon, my grandmother was feeling much better and my time at the neighbor's dwindled to a rarity.

Over the next few years, I would fantasize about being forced back into diapers by the neighbor lady. I even began writing down some of my fantasies and expanding on them as my imagination grew. I even managed to purchase some of the largest size of pampers with my paper route money, but they didn't fit so I had to get creative with packing tape to hold them on. As far as I know, grandma was never the wiser.

About a month after my 15th birthday, Grandma had a stroke and had to go live in an assisted living home. Since I had no other family to turn, I was sent to live in a foster home. The first place I was taken to had about ten foster kids, which was overcrowded. Fortunately, I was only there for two nights before they found a more permanent home for me with Becky. Becky was a semi-retired schoolteacher, although she was not old at all. She was new to foster parenting, so I was her only charge.

The day I moved in, I decided to take advantage of the fact that nobody knew anything about me and told Becky that I had a bedwetting problem and wore diapers to bed. It was a very embarassing conversation, but my desire to wear diapers was far stronger than my desire to not be embarassed. She asked if I brought any with me, but I told her I was too afraid of being seen by the kids in the previous foster home, so I threw them all away. She gave me a little speech about not being embarassed about it and said she'd run to the drugstore after dinner to get me some.

After dinner, she went to the drugstore while I unpacked my stuff in my new bedroom. When she returned, I was in shock. She had purchased a bag of Attends, which I had never seen before. Up to that point, I had no clue they made diapers in adult sizes. She placed the bag in my closet and told me to let her know when I needed more. At bedtime, I ripped open the bag and raced to my bed to try one on. I was so excited, I had an instant orgasm as I pulled the front of the diaper over my crotch. I was in heaven.

For the next few months, I wore diapers to bed every night and made sure they were wet before I changed in the morning in case Becky investigated. When my first mid-term report card showed up at the house, Becky was a tad upset by my grades. I had always been a straight A student and now my grades had slipped to a D average. Being a retired schoolteacher, this was unacceptable to her. We had a long talk about what needed to be done to get my grades back up, but I just told her that school was boring and I didn't care.

The next morning Becky woke me up and I tried my best to hide under the covers. Even though she knew about the diapers, it was still embarassing. However, my embarassment was compounded when I saw that she was holding my notebook full of diaper stories. She told me that she knew all about my 'diaper thing' since the day I moved in and that I shouldn't be embarassed. I was speechless, so she continued to explain why she was there. She told me that my grades were very important and she would do whatever needed to be done to make sure I got them up. She made me an offer. If I would agree to work harder and get my grades up, she would keep me in diapers exactly as I fantasized. She told me to think it over while I took a shower and if I agreed to her terms, then I should bring her a fresh diaper after I got out of the shower.

I took an extra long shower that day. I kept running over her proposal in my head and as much as I wanted to do it, I was incredibly embarassed by it all. After my shower, I swallowed my pride and walked into the living room with a towel around my waist and a diaper in my hand. She merely smiled at me as she pulled away the towel and told me to lie down on the floor. My embarassment was again compounded when I sprouted an erection while she tried to tape up the diaper. She paid it no mind as she pulled the diaper tight and taped it in place.

She explained that she was more than happy to indulge my fantasies if it helped get my grades up, but that she would not put up with any funny business. As far as she was concerned, she was my mother. She also explained the rules, based on the rules I had fantasized about and outlined in my stories so many times. I was not allowed to change my own diaper or tell her when I needed a change. I would simply have to wait until she decided to change me. If I ever took the diaper off myself, the diaper treatment would stop and I would have to work extra hard to have it reinstated.

The first week was the hardest, because I was still very embarassed to be diapered around Becky and have her changing my diapers. I had also never messed a diaper before then, so it was difficult to get used to messing. Becky, on the other hand, seemed to take it all in stride. She treated me no different than before, other than the fact she changed my diapers two or three times a day.

One of the first hurdles we had to overcome was making it possible for me to wear diapers to school. That Monday morning, Becky took me to school an hour early so she could talk to the school nurse. She explained to her that I had a medical problem and would occasionally need my diaper changed at school. It was very embarassing for me, because I was standing there while they spoke. The nurse directed us to the basement where the classes for the disabled were held. The director of that department was very accomodating and showed us a room that was specifically set up for changing the diapers of their disabled students. I nearly passed out from fear when they assigned me a cubby with my name written boldly above it and placed the stack of spare diapers we brought inside.

I rarely had to use those facilities, but it was very embarassing when I did. I had to go between classes and stand near the door until they noticed me and sent someone to change me. At first I assumed they would simply open the door and I would be allowed to change myself, since I was 15 years old and all, but they insisted that their policy required that they do the changing. I was never seen by any of the other students, except the disabled students who weren't going to tell anyone. I did, however, have one very close call.

One day, my diaper was extremely wet and I was afraid it would leak, so I went down for a change. While the lady was changing me, she tossed the wet diaper toward the diaper pail at the end of the table and missed. It sploshed down onto my pants, which were pulled down to my ankles, and soaked them with piss. Since I didn't have a change of clothes, she insisted that I remove the wet pants and wait while they called Becky to bring me clean pants. At first it was fine as I sat in the changing room waiting for Becky, but then they had another student that needed changed, so they insisted that I move to the regular classroom wearing only a diaper and t-shirt. I was terrified, because I knew that students often delivered notes and such to these rooms. It took Becky nearly an hour to get there and luckily nobody outside of the department came in and saw my shame.

I never gave her reason to stop the diapering and my grades got much better. I graduated with a 4.0 and I continued on in this fashion right through college. I did eventually get married to a wonderful woman that also keeps me in diapers, but I will never forget Becky.