Of course I had to include her friends so her mom wouldn’t suspect she was coming just to see me. No mom, it’s not a date, we’re just going swim...ing, everyone is going.We quickly became very close. Once school started I would see her in the halls all the time and greet her with a great big hug. We would all sit together at lunch when we could. We would meet up at football games and baseball games, any school event that would give us the opportunity to sit together, nice and close, to just talk. Would you like to wear one today?" No! Mommy, please, if I got to wear diapers all the time I can neverwear any of the nice unders I got. Please!" "OK. OK. But, JB, you go to the infirmary if you think you need to goeven a little, little bit. Tell your teacher you don't feel good, OK?"Then I got to pick out the unders to wear. I got a yellow pair that hada big flower right in front and ruffles on the legs, and Mommy slippedthem on me. I also wore a yellow t-shirt, but it was real pale yellowso. Not just any mother could have done that.Liz and I were both nervous. It was one thing to go off with our parents, that left us under their protection and control, well, sort of. But now we were on our own. Only our hostess's parents were around (by consent w were meeting at a girl's house). So, like a lot of girls, we soothed our feelings with clothes.A girl uses her clothes as an emotional release. You brighten yourself up with a new outfit, your dress in severe clothes to get the right frame. 'Can't you take her home', I asked as I bent down and turned her face up to see her, but her friend was staggering off, to be met by a boy, no doubt going for a shag, I thought angrily.I struggled with the girl on the ground but managed to get her inside and laid out on the bed, her dress sense was of the 'Belles of St. Trinians', and I smiled, all British girls at some time in their lives dress like this, myself included.She was a very pretty girl, nice body, good proportions, slim hips, long.