'You wish you were wearing diapers too huh? Well that's easily enough arranged.' She said as she grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled them down around my ankles. I didn't even know that I had voiced my desire out loud until Barb turned to look at me. One Wednesday that's exactly what I said, 'I wish I was wearing diapers too.' I said, sort of half wishing half day dreaming. I used to watch as Barb would change Russell's diapers and wished that I were wearing them too. Her name was Barb and she had a 3-year-old son named Russell. When I was 6 I used to get babysat by the lady who lived across the street from us.
