Jim, Tim and Chloe

It was dark out at Camp Little Lake. It was the end of the first day and all of the campers were at a different campfire. There were six campfires and each where surrounded by logs repurposed as benches.

At one of the campfires, a trio sat on the same logs, each of them toasting marshmallows. Two boys (one lean in a blue t-shirt, one pudgy in an orange t-shirt) and a girl in a purple shirt, all of them in socks, shoes and an adultsized baby diaper, the front of them with the camp's mascot (a freshwater fish with a fisher's cap) printed on it.

"Okay, okay. So then Jenny walked in on us and she was, like, 'you seriously need counseling.'"

"Well Jim, to be fair, you're a boy. Boys can be gross at times," said Chloe.

"Hey. I resent that..." Tim made a grunt that sounded like a cough at first. His cheeks turned pink and he looked away in shame. "...remark."

Jim and Chloe knew that their friend had just made a mess. While the rest of the campers were struggling not to laugh at the timing of his accident, Jim and Chloe were more sympathetic. All of the campers were in diapers, so there was nothing to be ashamed of, but it was still embarrassing none the less.

Jim, Tim and Chloe had known each other since freshman year at high school, and they all shared a particular interest that kept them together. Sure they all liked the same movies and the same video games and the same Mexican food place, but it wasn't a few years into their friendship did they find out that they shared a desire to be babied.

So after graduation, they all agreed to spend their first summer of independence at a special summer camp they had found out in a forum. They saved money throughout senior year and, after a few days driving, made it to Camp Little Lake.