I'm not really sure when I first became attracted to diapers and plastic panties, but I do recall several incidents that stuck in my mind.

When I was 5 years old I had started wetting the bed a few times. When me and my sister Vicky(4) stayed with our friends Kim(4), and Karen(3) overnight. Their Mom, Bev asked my Mommy if she would to put a diaper on me. She din't want me messing up her sheets and matresses. Mom agreed, but told her, she would have to do the diapering. So Bev diapered me on the living floor, actually a bath towel was used for the diaper and the first time there wasn't any plastic pants. The next time we stayed over, I had to wear large blue plastic pants over the the diaper/towel. Bev had purchased these pants along with proper diaper pins for my visits. After we moved from the neighborhood we would come for visits which always lasted until the early morning hours. Us kids were put to bed until the grownups finished their fun, of course I was made to wear diapers and plastic panties.

When I was about 6 or 7 years old, I had a severe attack of diarrhea while we were saying the Pledge of Allegiance. Before I could get to the bathroom I filled my pants, the school nurse provided me with a change of clothes and I made through the rest of the day. That night, Mom asked if she should put a diaper on me so I wouldn't have an accident in bed. I said no rightoff, but I got this strange, thrilling feeling and wanted to say okay. And later in bed, all I could think about was wanting to be in a diaper.

Later that year, my cousins Lance, David and Lane, came to spend the summer. Lance was a little younger than me, but wet the bed and still wore diapers at night most of the time. David wore diapers at night too, while Lane wasn't out of diapers yet. I remember outwardly laughing at Lance and David, but inside I was wishing I could wear them too.

I believe than some of my earliest experiences while still a child was a major factor in my attraction to diapers when I became a preteen, which carried over into my adult life. For instance, Kim's family and mine were together a lot until I was in the fith grade, (9/10 age). As a result I spent a lot of time wearing diapers and plastic panties, but perhaps most importantly they never laughed nor made fun of me because of it. Kim and I were buddies and Karen was buddies with Vicky. So at night, Kim and I shared her bed and Vicky shared Karen's bed. Kim taught me to kiss and french kiss, and the experimentation carried on over ther years from there until we clumsily performed the final act. This of course was while I was wearing the diapers. I have often wondered how much this had to do with my current desires.

Another incident seems relatively minor but I believe it had a profound impact on my life. My little brother Gary, was born when I was six, so he was only a toddler when I was seven and one of my presents was a set of plastic bowling pins and a plastic bowling ball. I have to add here that I had this bad habit of putting things in my mouth and chewing on them. It didn't matter if it was my thumb, a stick, blade of grass or a toy. This one time that year when us kids were in our room playing I grabed one of the bowling pins that Gary had been playing with, while I was building my Lincoln Log fort. Ip ut the end of it in next to my mouth and started chewing on it. It was too large to fit in my mouth though you couldn't tell it by the old teeth marks on it. After a while I noticed it had this funny taste it never had before. Then I got a whiff of it and realized it was pee on this piece of plastic. I guess that my brother's diaper must have leaked on it. I tossed it down but later on being again absorbed in my creation picked up again and did a repeat peformance. I do't remember what I thought at the time. Years went by before I thought of it again but I think it is a link to my first real desires; plastic, diapers and pee.

Plastic panties was my first turn on, then came the diapers, then the smell of pee and the feel of a pee soaked diaper.