Chapter 3 - Sunday Coming Down
Morning came and none of us were too quick to get up. It wasn’t until Uncle Steve came in the room to rouse us that we actually got up. He explained breakfast was in the make – so we needed to get up and get our showers as we had a busy day ahead.
Showers went quick with two bathrooms – I made my way back to Rob’s room where Aunt Sarah was asking Rob what he was going to wear today.
“Now we might go into Jerson, so keep in mind you might be riding in the car for a bit,” Aunt Sarah explained.
Jerson was a neighboring town – with more shopping – but not by any means ‘big’. I usually looked forward to going to Jerson they had a movie theater and an arcade and lots of things Simonsville didn’t.
Rob opted for Pull-Ups, which just like Rick’s had the lines on the front to give them the appearance of ‘big boy’ underwear. Rob looked very juvenile in the printed pants but from the way he looked at himself it was apparent that was part of the fun. Rob tossed me a pair from the open bag and I stepped into them. I couldn’t help but sing the Pull-Up song from the commercials “I’m a big kid now!” We both put on the rest of our clothes and bounded downstairs for breakfast.
Rick and Matt were helping to set the last few items out on the table and had yet to sit down. So it was all together that we sat down and I was kind of surprised to see Aunt Sarah tie a large disposable pocketed bib on to each of the younger boys. I had failed to notice Uncle Steve who was preparing to do the same for Rob and Me.
“There, that way we can leave straight after breakfast and we wont spend all day getting ready again” Uncle Steve explained as he tied my bib on. I don’t think the bibs were a usual affair; perhaps they were done for Matt’s or even my benefit – had they figured out how much I was enjoying the diapers? Still Rob and Rick didn’t seem surprised by the bibs. I was a little disheartened to see, after we had finished eating, that some food had indeed made its way to the pocket on my bib. I peeked at Rob’s and his bib had gotten a real workout too, so I didn’t feel too bad.
We all piled in the van and headed to Jerson and as usual I studied the landscape as we drove by. Watching telephone poles I let go and wet myself with little thought or effort, after the fact I was more than a little taken aback at this. I hadn’t even considered weather I was diapered or not, I just went because I had too. I was going to have to be more careful or I could really embarrass myself at school.
We hit a Target store first and getting out of the van each of us was asked weather we needed a change or not. I admitted I did, and as soon as we got into the store Aunt Sarah handed me a Pull-Up and sent me to the men’s room. I walked in by myself and was relieved to see the bathroom empty. Even having the restroom to myself I half hid the Pull-Up under my arm as I stepped into the only stall and locked the door. I had dropped my pants when I heard someone come into the bathroom, I thought about waiting for them to leave but decided that I was already committed. So cautiously I pulled at the sides of the Pull-Up and I was treated to the paper ripping sound as the side tore away. It was louder than I thought it should have been. Someone rattled the stall door a bit and seeing it occupied made a desperate kind of cry. It sounded like a little kid but I wasn’t sure I was more than a bit nervous about changing in public by myself the first time.
Well there was nothing to do but continue so I tore the other side and pulled the Pull-Up from between my legs. I rolled it up and set it on the metal toilet paper holder/ I used a wipe from the small packet Aunt Sarah had given me to clean myself up with. I then grabbed the fresh Pull-Up and went to put it on. It was then that I realized I had to remove my pants altogether to pull the new Pull-Up on. I tried to kick my shoes off as best I could and step out of my blue jeans. I took the pull up and opened it and stepped in, the stall door rattled again as the kid outside getting more anxious. I pulled the Pull-Up up and got it just over my knees when the realization sunk in that this was one of Rick’s Pull-Ups and therefore much smaller than the ones Rob and I were wearing.
I took the Pull-Up back off and pulled my jeans back on – I would just have to go back out and get a new Pull-Up. So I flushed the wipe down the toilet and grabbed the undersized Pull-Up and the soiled one and started for the stall door. As I was preparing to slide the latch back I heard the main restroom door open and a new voice call out “Quentin, you okay son? What’s taking so long?”
I opened the door and stepped out of the stall as the older man came in to the restroom.
“Someone was in the potty” Quentin told the man, whom I assumed was his father.
“I see that” Quentin’s dad said, looking quizzically at me as he saw me throw the Pull-Up in the trash.
“You can use the urinal like a big boy, can’t you? Do you remember how?” He asked his son as he pointed to the fixture on the wall. I could see the man flinch a little when he realized how the words ‘big boy’ might be interpreted.
I found Aunt Sarah just outside the bathroom door and asked her for the right sized Pull-Up. She looked in the bag a moment before looking back at me with a decided frown on her face.
“I thought I had checked for large ones before we left. I’m so sorry Todd, but you’ll have to make due with a regular diaper” She explained handing me one from the bag. “Do you think you can still manage by yourself?”
“Uh-huh. Thanks” I said opening the door to the bathroom.
Quentin was getting a lesson on urinal use when I reentered; Quentin’s father glanced at me as I went back in the stall with my diaper under my arm. This time I didn’t need to remove my jeans – just let them fall to my calves. I unfolded the diaper aware of each plastic sound it made as I pulled it snuggly between my legs. I pressed into the stall wall to hold the back in place as I reached around to secure the tapes across the front.
I exited the stalls a few moments later, rustling loudly since I had no plastic pants to help deaden the sound. Quentin’s and his dad were both washing their hands and under the circumstances I felt the need to do the same. Quentin was talking his time, doing more playing than washing until finally his father had to scold him.
“This young man needs to wash his hands, too. Quentin. please hurry up.”
“Sorry,” Quentin told me as he pulled away from the sink and dried his hands.
“It’s okay,” I told him back as I rinsed my hands in the sink. Quentin’s dad held the door and we all exited at once.
The three of us walked out of the restrooms where I found Aunt Sarah was waiting for me still. Trying to be discreet Aunt Sarah lifted my shirt to poke a bit of the plastic side sheeting that was sticking out my shirt down into my waistband. We caught up with Uncle Steve and the boys and we shopped a bit. Rob and I went to sporting goods to look while Mat and Rick had gone to toys. We turned at the end of one aisle and almost bumped in to Quentin and his father.
“Sometimes even big boys have to wear diapers, too” the man explained to his child until he saw me there and redden obviously embarrassed for me having overheard.
Within a few minutes Uncle Steve had rounded us up and we all waited at the checkout lines to leave. From there we made several other stops including one store which happened to be next to the arcade and movie theater where the four of us boys got to play games for a while so the adults could get some kid free shopping in.
Before getting back on the road we stopped for lunch and everyone but me was herded to the bathroom. Rick and Matt returned wearing new Pull-Ups, while Rob, like me, was now in a diaper. I was a bit surprised that Matt was wearing a new Pull-Up, as it was my understanding that from here he was going home. I would have been too nervous to brave a Pull-Up when he was going home to his parents and brother.
We drove back toward home and stopped only long enough to drop Matt off at the Rosetick’s house. Matt’s folks met us at the Van and helped him out.
“Sarah, Steve, Thanks for putting up with him. I hope he wasn’t any trouble?” Mrs. Rosetick asked patting her son on the back.
“He was no trouble at all I promise.” Aunt Sarah reported back handing matt his overnight bag.
“Well lookit Todd! I haven’t seen you in seems like years an I almost didn’t see you back there. How’s your momma?” The plump Mrs. Rosetick exclaimed when she spotted me.
“She’s great Mrs. Rosetick, thanks for asking” I told her
“Kevin’s not home, I’m sure he’ll be sorry he missed you”
I sighed to myself, Mrs. Rosetick was sweet as can be and completely clueless. It never dawned on her that she hadn’t seen me in a long time because Kevin had decided he liked his new friends better. Sometimes folks, especially in a small town, learn to ignore problems between people it’s a voluntary ignorance of sorts and Mrs. Rosetick was volunteering enough for everyone.
We sped back to town and settled in for the evening with Aunt Sarah and Uncle Steve making sure we had all done ALL of our homework. Turns out we had all done right and finished up on Friday night like we were told to. I wasn’t completely unsurprised to see the bibs back out for dinner. After dinner I wondered if just knowing you were wearing a bib made you more prone to need one. Once again after we finished eating I found that mine had caught crumbs and several bits of potato.
We were changed again before going to bed getting night diapers and plastic pants like before along with the same PJ’s from Friday night. For some reason I went to sleep quicker than normal and slept clear through to morning when Rob woke me up telling me it was time to get ready for School.