She unfolded it and with one hand lifted my bum off the table by my legs while pushing the diaper under me with the other. Once I was positioned on the table Barb finished removing my sweats and underwear before pulling out a disposable diaper. Before I had any more time to think, she pushed me backwards so that I started to fall onto the changing table but she grabbed hold of me to control my decent. What I found even harder to believe was that Barb was about to fulfill my request. I couldn't believe that I had said that I wanted to wear diapers out loud. I was stunned for a second and didn't know what to do. '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.
