The Bedwetting Teen

Summary: This story is about a boy who has to deal with his bedwetting 
problem.

Part 1

	"Matt, it is time to wake up," I heard my father telling me 
through the door. What I didn't know was that I had wet the bed again. 
This was my 5th time this week and my dad had warned me about getting 
protection. You see, I am a thirteen-year-old boy and have always had a 
few accidents. A few every month but since my parents broke up and my 
mom and older sister moved across town my bedwetting increased. I still 
visited my mom and my sister still visited my dad, but from all of the 
stress I started wetting the bed.
	"Hey, buddy, are you awake? You're going to miss the bus," My dad 
said walking into the room. "Oh, I see you had another accident. Well 
we will have to do something about this after school. Now just get 
cleaned up and get ready for school."
	At school I played on the soccer team and had a lot of friends. 
None of them knew about my bedwetting and I had no intentions of 
telling them. Through the day I couldn't help thinking what my dad was 
going to do and I hoped that he didn't do anything drastic.
	When I got home I cleaned my sheets and pajamas then did my 
homework. My dad came home and we ate dinner. Then he sat me down and 
told me what his plans were.
	"Now Matt, this may be embarrassing for you but you know your 
bedwetting problem has increased and we need to do something about it. 
I have come to an idea that might make you feel shy and embarrassed but 
it is the only solution. I think we should go to the store and get 
disposable diapers.
	"No, dad, I don't think that's a good idea. Diapers are for 
babies and I am not a baby," I whined.
	"Son, you need to understand that this is for the best and you 
need you good night's sleep that you have been losing. Look on the 
bright side; you won't smell like pee, you won't have to change your 
sheets, and you can have sleepovers with your friends," My dad told me.
	"Come, we are going to the drug store to buy you some protective 
underwear," my dad commanded. When we got there I was redder then I had 
ever been. My dad went to the lady working there and asked her what she 
would recommend me wearing for protection at night.
	"Well, we have teen briefs, adult briefs or Goodnights." She 
showed us them and my dad picked the teen briefs. He then went and 
bought baby powder and baby wipes. We got home and as I went to the 
fridge to get a soda my dad shut the door and handed me a drink of 
apple juice. "Here, drink this. I don't think you should drink any more 
soda."
	I watched some television and talked on the phone to my best 
friend Zack. Then nine o'clock came around and my dad told me to meet 
him in my room. When I got there I saw my dad putting the diapers in an 
extra drawer under my bed. He took one out and told me to get 
undressed. I was really embarrassed to show my privates to my dad but 
he had seen me on a couple occasions walking to the shower. He told me 
to lie on the floor. He slid the diaper underneath me and put the baby 
powder over my genitals. He pinned the diaper and put my pajama pants 
over me.
	"There, all set; if you are wet tomorrow morning then call me and 
I will clean you up. If you are dry then you will get a sticker on your 
calendar. That drawer underneath your bed will be your diaper drawer. 
It is your decision if you want Zack to sleep over this weekend or not. 
He is your best friend, after all. I will also tell your mother when 
you go to stay over there next weekend."
	The next day I had a soccer practice, which my dad went to, too. 
After that we went for an ice cream and he told me that if I was 
embarrassed of my sister finding out that I shouldn't be because she 
was fifteen and still hadn't gotten her period yet and I could make fun 
of her for that.
	That night Zack called me to see if it was okay to have a 
sleepover on Friday. I asked my dad and he told me I would have to wear 
the diapers and we weren't allowed to drink soda. I was okay with that 
so I said yes.
	Every night leading up to that I had a wet diaper and sometimes I 
even messed in my diaper. There were no stars at all on my calendar and 
my dad was getting worried. He told me before Zack came over that he 
had called for a doctors appointment to check my bladder.
	Zack came over and we watched a movie then we had pizza and I had 
milk with mine while he had a Coke. Then we played video games until 
nine o'clock. My dad told us to get ready for bed. Zack and I followed 
my dad upstairs. My dad explained to Zack about my problem and that I 
had to wear protection. Zack went and got dressed into his pajamas in 
the bathroom while my dad changed me into a fresh diaper and clean 
pajamas.
	My dad left and Zack came in. At first it was awkward but then he 
told me that his brother wet his bed until grade 6 and he wore 
Goodnights. He also promised not to tell anyone.
	The next morning I woke up dry and I got my first star and I was 
really proud of myself. Zack came over and told me.