It Started Early

I’ve always had a thing for vinyl or plastic. I seemed to notice things like shower curtain liners, dust covers and even raincoats. One of my earliest memories was noticing I had a turd in my diaper and reaching down and feeling the shape of it through my diaper and the smooth surface of my plastic pants.

By age 13 I had discovered ************. I also began wondering about what it would be like to wear plastic pants again. There was an old blue shower cap in the back of my mom’s bathroom cupboard that was about the right size to find out. I cut out leg holes and tried them on. They were tight and started to tear but the feeling was wonderful.

I began exploring with garbage bags. I made pants and a top and would wear them in my bedroom at night. My mother discovered them and teased me about it a little. I was pretty embarrassed.

The bags were fun but I wanted to try on real plastic pants but I wasn’t comfortable going to a store to buy them. My next door neighbors would have me take care of their house when they went on vacation. They also had a 2 year old daughter who wore diapers. Did she wear plastic pants? The next time they went on vacation I made a beeline for the daughter’s room and had a look. I found Pampers in the closet but the changing table had plastic pants in the bottom drawer.

They were the classic white Gerbers with the light texture on the outside. Out of the four there were two that were Toddler sized. I was still small enough that they could fit me. I took my pants off, stepped into the leg holes and pulled them up. The waist and leg bands were tight so I had to ease them up carefully into place. I was finally wearing a real pair of plastic pants. I ran my hands over the textured surface as it hugged my body. They felt great on. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this but the pleasure overrode the guilt.

I took them home and put them on again at bedtime. I thought about doing something “babyish”. I got on my hands and knees and slowly crawled around. I could hear the wonderful crinkling sounds as I moved across the floor. A sound I’d heard many times before and secretly loved. I thought about the times I’d heard little kids walk by with that same crinkling sound and think how lucky they were. Every time I saw a mother changing her kid’s diapers and putting a fresh pair of plastic pants on over them, I’d secretly wish it were me wearing them. I looked back over my shoulder at the plastic pants I was wearing and thought “wishes do come true”.

C.

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2 Responses Feb 15, 2010

It's been 30 years since that day and since then I've bought several pairs of plastic pants. <br />
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C.

Wishes can sometimes come true.