Ethan diapered

Story 1- The sleepover

Chapter 1- Friday morning

Before that weekend I had hardly even ever been in my friend Dylan’s bedroom. He was my best friend, and we had known each other since kindergarten, but we had never ever had a sleepover before for a few reasons. One, he always said that his mom didn’t allow him to have guests overnight or go to anyone else’s house, and two I couldn’t have anyone over myself. It wasn’t really that my mom wouldn’t let me, but I’ve always had this embarrassing problem. Even though I’m eleven-years-old, I still wet the bed. I’ve always had that problem, and although it had been getting better (I only wet two or three times, sometimes four times, per week) it was still as embarrassing as ever.

Before I go on, I probably should tell you a little about my friend Dylan Aadams. He is eleven-years-old, like me, and he has orange-red-ish hair that goes to his ears, pale skin with a lot of freckles, and blue eyes. We’re both in the sixth grade and have been in the same class ever since first grade. Most of the other kids don’t hang out with him a lot because they say he always smells like pee and poop, but I never noticed the ‘smells’. He also never goes into the bathroom, but sometimes during class he goes up to the teacher and shows her some type of pass-looking thing, then leaves for about fifteen minutes. The other kids all assume he is diabetic and has to take insulin shots, but he told me himself that he’s not (besides, I’ve seen him eat sweets and other things that a person with diabetes probably wouldn’t). It was that weekend that I found out the truth about him.

I woke up Friday morning at six AM, much like I would on any morning I had school. I was very excited, knowing that that day was the day I would go over to Dylan’s house, not for the afternoon, but for the whole weekend! I would have protested when my mom told me the plans, but she explained that she and my dad were going on a business trip that weekend, and I couldn’t go with them. Oddly, I was actually pretty happy to discover that my sheets were soaked. I’ve rarely wet two nights in a row, so I guess I felt confident that I would not pee the bed that weekend.

I got up from my bed and shivered a little as I felt the cold morning air around my wet pajama bottoms while I walked to the bathroom, carrying a clean pair of underwear with me. I stripped my piss-sodden bottoms off when I was in the bathroom and threw them into the dirty clothes’ shoot, then took off my pajama shirt and did the same with it. I didn’t need to take a morning pee, so I just pulled my clean underwear back on and went into the kitchen, where my mom was making breakfast.

“Good morning, Ethan,” she said as I walked into the room.

“Morning Mom,” I said as I sat at the table, sighing a bit. “Mom, I was wet again last night,” I told her.

“Well, maybe you won’t wet at Dylan’s house,” she said.

I just nodded, not really sure what to say. Mom put a breakfast of toast and eggs in front of me, and I began eating while she sat across from me and drank a cup of coffee and ate a piece of toast herself. Breakfast was usually just my mom and I because my dad worked early in the morning, and I have no brothers or sisters. I didn’t really mind, though, because it allowed my mom and I to become really close.

“You’ll be getting off with Dylan at his stop today after school because your dad and I have to be at the airport by one o’clock. I’ll drop some clothes and your toothbrush off with his mom while you’re at school,” my mom said after swallowing a bite of toast.

“Okay, Mom,” I said.

I finished my eggs and toast and drank a whole glass of milk before going back to my room and getting dressed and going to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

“Ethan!” my mom called, “Hurry up, the bus is coming!”

I quickly rinsed my mouth out, then wiped off the ring of toothpaste around my mouth with a towel and went out, grabbing my backpack which was by the door. “Bye mom! See you Sunday!” I called to my mom before running outside just as my bus was pulling up at the curb near my house.

I boarded my bus and looked for Dylan, who was sitting in our usual spot at the back of the bus, looking half-awake. I went back there and sat next to him.

“Hi, Dylan,” I said to him.

“Hey Ethan,” he grumbled sleepily, followed by a yawn.

The bus driver yelled at the kids who weren’t seated to sit down, and we soon began moving. For the next ten minutes there was an awkward silence between Dylan and I. Normally on the bus we’re chatting up a storm, but I guessed that he was probably just tired today. After a little while I finally broke the silence by saying, “This weekend is gonna be awesome, huh?”

Dylan nodded, “You bet it is… Actually, there’s something I’m gonna show you tonight,” he said.

“Really? What is it?” I asked curiously, completely clueless about what it could be.

“You’ll see tonight. It’s a secret that almost no one except my family knows about me,” he said.

That’s what got me confused. What was the secret? I’d always thought that Dylan and I told each other everything (well, except for me not telling him about my bedwetting. As far as he knows about that, I stopped when I was seven), and it never occurred to me that there were things about him that I never even knew. I was thinking about it so much that during the morning reading lesson I didn’t even hear my teacher Mrs. Flynn call my name to read.

“Ethan, why don’t you read the next paragraph?” I finally heard.

Nervously I looked around at the books of the people beside me, and I realized that they were on a different page than I was, so I quickly turned to that page, “Um…” I stuttered.

“Ethan! Pay attention! Holly, could you please show Ethan where we are?” Mrs. Flynn said to the girl that sat next to me. I felt myself blushing as the class giggled and Holly showed me what paragraph we were on, and I read it aloud to the class.

At lunch I waited patiently for Dylan as I nibbled on my sandwich and chips. I mentioned earlier that he sometimes leaves in the middle of class, well, Dylan also usually comes to lunch about fifteen minutes later than I do. I never saw him go into the lunch line, he always brought his lunch, so I never knew where he went.

Soon I saw him coming over to the table, fifteen minutes late as usual. He took his usual seat across from me and opened up his lunch box then started eating.

“Why weren’t you paying attention in class earlier?” he asked with a mouth full of sandwich.

“I don’t know, I guess I just had my head in the clouds today, ya know,” I said. We normally use the term ‘head in the clouds’ when we mean we have something on our minds.

Dylan nodded, “You’re probably excited about our sleepover. I know I am! I could hardly pay attention myself! I just can’t wait for school to be out!” he said after finally swallowing the bite of sandwich and taking a sip of his juice.

I just nodded and finished my lunch without saying a whole lot else. I don’t know why, but I also all of a sudden had become worried about wetting the bed at his house. What would he say if I did? I just hoped with all of my mind that I would not wet the bed that night, or Saturday night for that matter.

The rest of the school day passed by pretty much uneventfully. I tried my best to pay attention in class, but Mrs. Flynn still caught me daydreaming a few times and scolded me for it. Finally, though, I heard the sound that I had been waiting to hear all day, almost as if it was the last day of school. The afternoon dismissal bell!

Almost immediately when they called bus riders I hopped up from my chair, grabbed my backpack, and dashed out the door and to the buses. I anxiously waited for Dylan by the bus, and he came right behind me. We quickly boarded the bus and sat in our normal seat. All throughout the ride we basically talked about the things we would do at his house.

“Ethan, we’re at your stop!” the driver called to me when we were at the curb by my house.

“I’m getting off with Dylan at his stop!” I called back to the driver. He just nodded and closed the doors, and continued driving.

Dylan’s stop was exactly two more down from mine; about two blocks away from my house. Dylan and I, along with a few of the other kids that got off at the stop, got off the bus and worked on our journey home. Unlike me, Dylan didn’t have a curb house, so we had to walk down the street a little ways before we got to his house. During the walk I felt my after-school pee inside my bladder, just waiting to be released. When we got to Dylan’s house his mother was sitting on the front porch swing, waiting to greet us.

“Hi Mom!” Dylan said to his mother as we walked up to her.

“Hello Mrs. Aadams,” I said to Dylan’s mom.

“Hello boys, come on in! I have cookies waiting for you!” she said.

Dylan and I walked up to the front door and removed our shoes (Dylan’s mom didn’t allow us to come inside with our shoes on) and went inside, dropping our backpacks by the door as we made our way to the kitchen. I immediately noticed a bag of clothes on the couch, and asked, “Are those my clothes?”

“Yes, they are. Your mother brought them over here earlier,” Dylan’s mom said.

I picked up the bag of clothes and looked through them, just to see which ones my mom brought. As I was looking through them, I noticed something odd, and Dylan’s mom must have noticed my confused look because she asked me if something was wrong.

“Umm… Y-yes, kinda…” I stuttered, “my mom didn’t bring me any, uh, underwear…” I said, a little embarrassed about mentioning underwear.

“Oh. Well, uh, I guess I should let you know… There *is* a reason for that,” she said. I was now more confused than ever.

“Huh? What do you mean?” I asked.

That was when Dylan decided to jump into the conversation, “I guess now would be the best time to show you…” he said. I watched curiously as he reached for the zipper of his pants and unzipped them, then slowly pulled them down. I think my jaw dropped open almost a foot when I saw that he was wearing a thick, white, disposable diaper! It had three blue tapes on each side, and something that looked like a wetness indicator running along the crotch. I also couldn’t help but notice that it was sagging quite a bit, and it was probably very wet.

“You see, I have to wear diapers…” Dylan said, “I’ve always worn them, every day of my life. I’ve never been out of them. Please, please, Ethan… Don’t tell anybody at school, at all! Please!”

Most people probably would have been dying from laughter at this point, but I wasn’t that type of person I didn’t say anything for a while, though. The whole thing took me by surprise, and I now realized that I was now sitting on the couch. Finally, I found my voice, “I won’t tell any body… But what does that have to do with me not having underwear?” I asked, still feeling confused.

“Do you promise not to throw a tantrum if I tell you?” Mrs. Aadams said semi-jokingly.

I nodded.

“Your mother told me about your bed wetting problem a few weeks ago, and she mentioned that nothing seemed to help you stop, so I mentioned that Dylan wears diapers, and she thought that that might be a good way to help you with wetting the bed. That is the main reason for this whole sleepover,” she explained.

… Did she just say I was going to wear diapers? This whole thing was coming onto me so fast, I felt myself getting a slight headache as my brain tried to sort this new information. But unlike most children who’ve just found out they have to wear diapers, I didn’t complain. I don’t really know why, but I felt okay with having to wear diapers. I knew they were used for bed wetters, and that there were products such as GoodNites designed especially for that reason, and I guess I always secretly wanted to try them. Heck, anything is better than waking up in cold, damp sheets! Finally, after a bit of thinking, I said, “I guess that’s okay… But why no underwear? I only wet at night, and I should at least be able to wear underwear in the daytime, right?”

“Your mother said that she wants you to spend the whole weekend in them. She wants you to get use to the feeling of them,” Mrs. Adams said.

I guess that made sense.