It would have been wonderful to be together with Susanne during that night. With the leotard on, nothing would have happened but some fondling. But I probably was too young then to take steps in that direction.
Only one-and-a-half year later we spent a night together. But that was under irregular circumstances too. My older sister Kerstin was a long-time member of a sailing club and always participated in Regattas (boat races). She persuaded Susanne first, and later me too, to join, so that we competed in races somewhere practically every weekend in summer. We usually camped outside and sat together in the evenings and played guitar.
This summer Kerstin fell in love for the first time. Her boyfriend Dirk was in another sailing club, but participated in the same Regattas most weekends. Normally Kerstin and Susanne shared a tent and I had my own. When Kerstin wanted to take the next step in the relationship though, she persuaded Susanne and me to accommodate her in a certain way: Susanne was to spend that night in my tent. I was quickly convinced: she just promised me a few gym class hours. That was easy currency for her: she played teacher and I did exercises on her instructions, of course wearing her old leotard. Several times, when it was a large favor, she also dressed in her leotard and we reenacted the scene from the gym hall with the hiding, being discovered, tied up and rolled into the mat. After she had promised that to me, I was also prepared to promise her that I would do anything Susanne or she required from me.
Convincing Susanne was a harder challenge. Not that she begrudged Kerstin a night with Dirk. No, it was the night with me in one tent that was troubling her. Kerstin reckoned "He's still so young; we'll just diaper him, put him in a blanket sleeper, and nothing's going to happen anymore." I was appalled - what did she mean by that? But Susanne said "OK, he is your little brother anyhow, and you're my best friend." It had been just a joke. The evening ws similar to other nights. The regatta organization had organized a small party. We danced and joked around. Around ten o'clock the trainers insisted we went off to bed, to be fit tomorrow for the races.
Kerstin said to Susanne: "Now we'll bring our little one to bed" and signaled me to follow. On the way to the tent she explained to me "The blanket sleeper and diaper were meant as a joke. But now Susanne insists on it, and considers it a bet: if I get you to be wrapped up like that she'll leave me alone with Dirk. Please play along and you'll get your gym class, and even a second one." I considered for a while, but who can turn his big sister down?
At the tent Susanne gave me two towels. "These will make for an improvised diaper." she said and folded both towels into triangles. One for the front and one for the back. "You surely brought your leotard along?" Of course I did - I liked sleeping in it - but I thought that was a secret. Then I was requested to pull the leotard up to my chest without putting my arms in yet. Now the towels were put into position. The sharp angles touched at the sides, the blunt one at the crotch. It really resembled a diaper somewhat. The leotard managed to keep it all in place. I was already wrapped up nicely. Then came a track suit, and next Kerstin held up her rain pants. I had my own set of rain pants and jacket, but Kerstin's was a pair of high bib pants in bright orange. I stepped in and the sides went up to my stomach. On one side there was a fold with a snap. With the thick 'diaper' I actually needed to unsnap it to get the overalls over my hips. The bib was both broad and high and went high up my chest. At the back was also a bib that almost covered my whole back. The straps had plastic side release buckles that clicked with a loud clash. Then we tried to close the snap on the side. But the diapers were too thick. My ideas were either to leave it open, or remove one towel. But Kerstin decided the diaper stayed where it was, and the snap needed to be closed. She shortened the overalls straps and hoisted me around. The pants were really pulled up to my crotch now. The bib went all the way up to my neck and the buckles were on my shoulders now. But it worked, and the waist line was high enough now for the snap to close above the diaper.
At that moment Susanne said "Well, you little one, are you freshly diapered? I'll take you to bed." Kerstin went back to the party. Susanne looked at me from all sides. "You really do have a thick packet of diapers on. I hadn't expected you to let us do that. That must surely be brotherly love." We talked a bit more, and Susanne reminisced on the episode with the leotard, when she grabbed my hand during the horror movie. She was pretty surprised when I told her that was the same leotard I was wearing now. "You are really something; I'd better make myself even more safe from you." She went over to her stuff, rummaged around a bit and came back with her dry suit. "You really like this, don't you?"
Oh yes. Susanne's dry suit was the hottest thing in the club. While we all used normal rain gear on the boat, Susanne had received a dry suit from her aunt as a gift. The beauty of such a suit is that it's really watertight, even if you accidentally end up in the water, which is not that uncommon during sailing. At the ends of the arms and legs there were broad rubber cuffs where water doesn't get through. The rest of the suit was also of strong rubberized material. The most interesting part was the neck cuff, that looked like the protective sleeve of a telescopic fork, and had two curvatures to allow for some movement of the neck. The only closure of the suit was a thick watertight zipper that ran at the back horizontally from one shoulder to the other. (See for example http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dry_suit.) Susanne always looked terrific in that suit. I could hardly wait to see her in it. "Should I help you to get in?" she asked and grinned. "I prefer sleeping in a track suit; this is for you; you have been looking for an opportunity to try it out, haven't you?" Apparently Kerstin had blabbed, I had indeed wanted that. I was just about to open shoulder straps of the bib rain pants when she stopped me. "The overalls stay on. That way I'm really well protected from you." She opened the zipper. I stepped into the suit and pulled it up. The leg sleeves sculpted around my ankles. I pulled it up until I was halfway in. The diapers had already disappeared below the zipper. Luckily the suit had a very loose cut, so that there was no problem getting in even with everything I already wore. Then I stuck my arms in one at the time and felt the arm sleeves slide over my hands. They smoothed around the wrists and closed them off. It was a wonderful feeling.
Now for the head. Susanne assisted me. I had to bow my head down and stick it through the zipper opening. Slowly my head emerged through the rubber sleeve. Susanne grabbed the collar and helped pulling, and suddenly my head was through. The sleeve fitted closely around my neck. Susanne closed the zipper. "Now you're inside; let's see when I feel like letting you out again." She was right; it would be very hard getting out of this on my own. The zipper in the back was hard to reach.
We laid down inside our sleeping bags. I felt the outside of the dry suit. It was a thing of beauty. The stomach was completely smooth. In between the legs was the bulge of the diaper, and the suit fitted tightly there. Too bad I didn't feel anything through all the outfits and the diaper. I pressed a bit harder. Susanne reacted and said: "What are you doing there? I want to sleep. This is not the right way." What did she have in mind this time? I had to turn on to my stomach and she opened the zipper again. "But I want to keep wearing the suit. I'll be all quiet now." Susanne countered "Don't worry, you're staying in. Only somewhat differently." Next she pulled my head out of the neck sleeve. "Now pull out your right arm." She got a hold of the sleeve while I pulled my arm out. I wanted to hold it to the side. Susanne stopped me "stop, not that far, the arm goes inside the suit." I stuck my arm back in, along my stomach toward my leg, until my hand was resting on my thigh. The other arm got the same treatment. The head through the sleeve again, and the zipper closed. Now I was really trapped into the suit: with my hands inside there was no way I could reach the zipper. But at least my hands were at an interesting place. I turned on my back with Susanne's help, and then she noticed the position of my hands. "But not like that. Try to cross your hands in front of your chest. I actually managed to get my arms high in the suit, since there was more room there in the suit. Now my left hand was at my right shoulder and the right near the left shoulder. "Now lift your back." I arched my back and she shifted something under. "Isn't it nice that my mother is so concerned about my health that she gave me a kidney belt." The support belt was of polstered leather and about 20 cm wide. Susanne closed the three buckles in front and I couldn't get my hands down anymore. I lay there as if in a straight jacket. "So, and now go to sleep, my little one." Susanne gave a peck on my cheek, closed the zipper of my sleeping bag, and turned in.
I laid there awake for a while, but at some time I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke again, it was already light. The weather didn't seem that great, since the wind rustled the tent and raindrops could be heard every now and then. I turned on my side and noticed that Susanne wasn't there. Panic rose in me: what time was it? The first race started at 10AM. I just hoped that Kerstin at least would remember me.
After some 10 minutes Susanne came crawling back into the tent with her toiletries in hand. I feigned sleep. Susanne woke me with a kiss on the mouth. "Well, my sweet little one, time for wakie wakie. How did you sleep?" Sleep hadn't been a problem for me. Apparently Susanne hadn't been so lucky, and she explained that she had often been awake and checking on me, if everything was still OK. That is the way of giving up or taking responsibility. Susanne said "I'd love to keep you wrapped up this way, but I need my dry suit and Kerstin her overalls. But first I will change. Don't look." She put a shirt over my head and changed her clothes right next to me. Then she freed me from my confinement. On one side I was happy to get out, but was also hoping that all this might happen again one time. Or perhaps I could also wrap up Susanne this way.
P.S. These dry suits are still available. But the zipper is more often than not in the front. Who can find some nice images? (Search terms: dry suit, sailing.) [Translator: http://www.mcluett.plus.com/Norway/dry%20suit.jpg is fun]