I have the funniest secret. I also have a problem, however. You see, I can't keep secrets very long. When I do, i just end up giggling.

So, I'm going to tell you the secret. It's not going to make sense until I explain though, so let me back up a little bit.

Secondary secret: I really like diapers. I like the idea of getting caught, of using diapers, of being babysat, stuff like that. The idea makes  me a little yiffy, honestly.

The first time my friend caught me in a diaper, though, I thought I'd die of embarassment. I was trying to change in a public stall, and he came in to check becuase I was taking too long. He knocked a little too hard on the door, and it swung open. 

There I was with a new diaper around my waist, just finishing up the tapes, and nowhere to hide. He just stared for a second, then looked away.

"Oh, sorry! I uh..my bad. I'm going to..I'll be outside, take your time, sorry!" He said, and walked out. 

I blushed, probably the hardest I ever had.  Tape the tapes on, pull my pants back up, throw the old diaper away, then brace myself for impact: okay. I'm good.

He didn't actually mention it for the rest of the day, but we kept hanging out. He didn't mention it for a few days, really, but then his curiosity got the better of him.

"So the other day." He began to say.

"Yea?"

"With the um..diapers." He looked at the floor. "I didn't mean to barge in like that. Is it a medical thing? I mean it's cool if it is, I don't mind, I just-"

I cut him off. He was nervous, I could tell. "Sorta kinda. It's a little bit medical yea, but.." I took a breath. Might as well tell him everything all at once. "Okay, so..I like diapers. I know that's weird and stuff, but.. I mean I still need them, but I like them, and they make me feel good, so...am I making any sense? Am i weird?"

He stuck his tongue out to think. "No! Not at all. No. You're not weird. It's cool, I don't mind, honest. It's cool. I like some weird things myself."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Well if I told you, it wouldn't be a secret, now would it?" He laughed and tried to play it off.

"Yea, sure." I laughed." and we kept talking, mainly about what to eat, and music. General stuff, you know?

That was the end of it. At least, for a couple of weeks it was. We were sitting in the kitchen and he brought the topic up again.

"So, the diaper thing. I'm kind of..curious." he said.

I nodded. "Really? That's cool. I mean, I'm glad you're not freaked out by it. So, are you interested in like wearing them, or using them, or what?"

"I kind of want to try them. But I'm not really a subby type of person."

"You don't have to be! Diapers can be for anyone. I just happen to like them, and be subby."

So I let him try one. It was kind of cute seeing him have to waddle a bit, and hearing him crinkle when he moved.

Things progressed sort of fast after that. He figured out he was really more dominant, and that he liked diapers. He also liked being a caretaker! That was great for me. We figured he could come and 'babysit' me from time to time, and we'd both get to hang out and wear diapers.

Now here's the secret.  A while ago, I was flipping through radio channels, looking for something to listen to. I found some weird AM broadcast. It's like some sort of piano, and in the background you can hear some old broadcast announcer from the fifties.  But underneath the announcer and the piano, if you listen real carefully, you can hear it: someone whispering.

I think it's hypnosis. I've been listening for a few nights, and sometimes I just start rubbing my diaper to hear the crinkling. Once I started wetting myself, and wasn't even trying.

My friend is studying for college stuff. He goes to some University around here, so the course load is pretty heavy.  He comes over and does homework sometimes, and he gets so absorbed in the work, he doesn't even respond to me.

That's a good thing, at least now, because that means he won't notice the radio. So, I crinkled my way over to the radio and flipped it on. No response whatsoever.

I sat beside him, watching. It made me a little yiffy, becuase from time to time I'd rub my diaper and squirm a little bit. I couldn't help it, just thinking about him slowly using and starting to need his diapers without even knowing why was great. I watched him pour over the book, waiting.

I didn't have to wait long. Soon, I saw him tense up a little bit. His eyes went wide and he tried to move his book down to cover it, but I saw. His diaper was turning yellow!

"What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing. Nothing I just..can't figure this out, is all."

I had to stop myself from laughing. "Yea, sometimes that stuff just hits you real suddenly, you know?"

In a few minutes, he excused himself to get a new diaper. I watched him walk away. The thick diaper was starting to sag, clearly wet. He couldn't have been redder if he tried. Once he was out of earshot, i giggled. This was perfect.

Afterward, he told me that he was sure he really liked diapers now. He also liked wetting them, and would like to try messing sometime. He had started rubbing his crinkly diaper seat while he said it. That was certainly fast. The hypnosis must really have something to it. I had always thought it was just a fake thing, but I had my proof here.

That, of course, gave me even more ideas. The thought of him just slipping into a mindset of wearing diapers. He'd be using his diapers on command, but his brain fighting against the idea. "No, I'm a big boy! I'm a dom, I'm an adult I don't..I really want to..fill..my diaper. Diapers are so great. I should wear diapers more.."

It's been a few weeks since we started that now, and now he has a secret too: he's started wearing diapers even when he's not here. He came over tonight, and I saw the waistband of a thick white diaper peeking above his jeans as he walked in the door. His shirt had come up, and he didn't even know.

"Hey bud!" he patted me on the head and set his backpack down. He really was a good caretaker type. He made me feel small, and happy, and cared for.

I smirked to myself and closed the door behind him. He may be babysitting me, but I'm the one calling the shots now. It's just a matter of time until he's soggying and filling those diapers in public. Good thing he likes them.