Many years ago my mom was in college, and occasionally had to go to weekend seminars. She would leave me with a great babysitter that I'll call "Jennifer".
Jennifer lived in the neighborhood with her mom who was a bit of an alcoholic to say the least. She was pretty disinterested in the goings on except for TV.
Jennifer had a little sister almost 3 yeas old, and still in diapers and plastic pants.
One day after bath time, I went to watch Jennifer diapering her little sister, and she could tell I was getting a bit "amused".
Anyway, without missing a beat, she asked me if I would like to be diapered too. I couldn't believe what I heard initially, but I said yes, and up on the changing table I went. I was about six years old, and the diapers and plastic pants fit great.
I recall the whole time her telling me it was okay, and she took great care in diapering me. I got to stay in diapers for the whole weekend, but I wasn't to tell my mom, and I didn't.
I always looked forward to staying at Jennifer's house, but it wasn't all that often. Just a few times I can recall.
I sure long for those times. Jennifer thought I looked cute wearing my diapers and plastic pants. She always had this big smile for me that I'll never forget.