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This is a true story of my experiences as a child/teenager as I discovered my baby nature, explored it and got "caught" by my mother on more than one occasion.
Unlike many adult babies, my experiences did not involve diapers as much as rubber sheets which fostered an interest in rubber pants. I think this is perhaps because I was an occasional bedwetter until age 12, but do not have any recollection of wearing diapers, although I know I did until the age of 5 or 6. I can remember at around age six the feeling of security and almost euphoria I had when I lay on my youth bed which had a lightweight tan rubber sheet underneath the cotton sheet. The sound of it rustling underneath the cotton sheet was the trigger to this feeling. This was the result, I think, of my mother telling me how the rubber sheet protected the expensive mattress and how my father would be mad if the mattress got soiled. I knew that if it weren't for the rubber sheet, the mattress would be ruined by my bedwetting and I would be in big trouble.
At age seven I had my tonsils removed, and I remember asking my mother if they would have a rubber sheet on the hospital bed. She replied she was sure that they would. I was looking forward to the visit - little realizing that I would be in no mood to enjoy it after the operation.
There were occasions when, during the night, the cotton sheet would work its way off part of the bed, leaving me sleeping directly on the rubber sheet; and I remember how smooth and slick it felt as well as the subtle aroma that it had. Then I would take off my pajamas so my whole body could be against the rubber. While wriggling around in this manner I had my first ejaculation.
Some other related events are tied in. My mother had some Playtex rubber girdles, and I was attracted to them, enjoying putting them on - but I never developed any affinity for them. I had a younger brother who wore rubber pants over his diapers, and I became fascinated with that. His pants were small, but they stretched a great deal and I could just barely fit into them.
Thinking about the use some people make of rubber clothing for its "tightness" and constrictive nature if worn tightly, I know that I am not attracted to the bondage area - it is the smell, smooth feel and sound of the rubber moving that is stimulating.
When I quit wetting the bed, at around age 12, my mother took the rubber sheet off the bed. I asked her to leave it on "just in case" but she made a big deal that I didn't need this "baby" thing. She stored it in a cedar chest we I had. I can clearly remember sneaking it out occasionaly and putting it on the bed - and I believe this the way I first masturbated - lying on the rubber sheet on my stomach and moving against the smooth surface.
Usually I would take the rubber sheet off the bed before morning - but one night I fell asleep and forgot. Well, my mother came in to wake me up - and there I was sleeping on the rubber sheet. Now I knew it was wrong (and didn't realize it really wasn't till years later), but I didn't know why. She looked at me and asked if I was wetting the bed again. This sounded like a good answer to me, so I said yes. Wrong! - she told me to get up, and of course the bed wasn't wet. "I'm going to tell your father" were her next words. I begged her not to, and she finally relented. She also through the rubber sheet out. Disaster had struck. What to do.
After several months of trying to suppress my desires I realized it was futile and decided to see if I could find another rubber sheet. I had no idea how much it cost or where it could be bought, or how I would buy it and where I would keep it. But I knew I had to get one.
Several more months passed with me having no brainstorms, and then one day we were in a Sears store in the linen section and I saw a woman buying some rubber sheeting off of a big roll. This roll was wider than the tan rubber sheet which had been on my bed. I later found out it was 54" wide, and most was 36" wide. I forget now what it cost, but I looked it up in the Sears catalog we had at home and saved up enough money to buy two yards of it (it was sold by the yard) and waited patiently for the opportunity to buy it.
Several more months passed and finally I was with my mother at the Sears store when she was with several of her friends. She let me go looking in the store, and said to meet her at the entrance to the store in half an hour. My chance at last! - I had left the car door open and could slip the sack under the front seat. I went to the linen department, made sure my mother and her friends were not around, got the saleslady and ordered the rubber sheeting. By now I was thirteen years old. Just seeing that roll, and watching her take off the two yards and cut and fold it was extremely exciting. She put it in a bag and took my money. I sneaked the bag out to the car and slipped it under the seat. My task accomplished I rushed back in to meet my mother at the entrance. The trip home was uneventfull, and I snuck my prize into my bedroom unnoticed. I decided to hide it in a satchel I had that was never used and no one ever looked in.
Now my dream had come true. I put the rubber sheet on my bed after my parents went to sleep - mostly on weekends when I didn't have to get up for school. I set my alarm clock for 5:00 AM so I could make sure and take it off before anyone got up. Soon, I found myself wetting the bed during these nights, and the protection the rubber sheet gave brought back the feeling of security I had had before.
My interest then turned toward getting some rubber pants. The drugstore near our house sold them for babies, and they had their "extra large" size. Well, I finally bought them and stored them in my secret cache. The pleasure I had putting the rubber sheet on the bed and wearing my rubber pants and wetting the bed was ecstatic . Everything went smoothly - I always got everything cleaned and dried and hidden by 5:30 in the morning.
This went on for about two years with no hitches. During the summer of my fifteenth year when we returned from vacation, our house had been broken into. As we entered the front door we noticed that the living room was ransacked. My mother became frantic and started running through the house checking all the rooms. I was so shocked that I just stood around - not giving thought to much. Probably fifteen minutes later I went to my room and was horrified to see that all my drawers were emptied onto the floor. Immediately I realized that my satchel may have been opened. I went to the closet which was open and saw that all my cloths had been gone through. When I looked at the satchel, I saw that it was open, but the rubber sheet and pants were not pulled out - just the top of the sheet was outside the satchel. Whew - I thought I was saved, because I was sure my mother had been in my room before I got there.
The police were called, a list of stolen items was made and everyone calmed down after the police left. Fortunately, relatively little had been stolen. The next day when I got home from school and went upstairs to my room, I was horrified. There, laying over the stair railing was my rubber sheet. Laying on my bed was the rubber pants. About that time my mother appeared. She was mad. She said she found them in my closet and was being nice to stuff them back in the satchel so my father wouldn't know. She then asked if I wanted anything added to the list of stolen items, laughed and left. From downstairs she called up and told me to do whatever I wanted with my "baby things". I knew she expected me to throw them out - so what else could I do. I brought them down in a paper sack and threw them in the trash.
That was the last my mother said about the episode - but it made me repress my desires for many years.
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