Mike

 

Buzzzzzzzzzz. The alarm clock woke me out of my deep sleep. My diaper was wet.

 

‘There’s a surprise’ I thought to myself. I always woke up wet. I had a long history of wetting the bed, but I finally managed to stop when I was 7. Then, just after turning ten, I had started again. I was a bright kid. I just wasn't that popular, but then, the bright ones never are. Seconds later, Mom came in. she looked tired, but then, who wouldn’t be when you were woken up twice in the middle of the night. You see, I had started having nightmares. They were really bad. It was always something to do with me dieing. I don’t know where they came from, or why I was having them, but they were really bad. Just that last night had been worse than most. I had woken up twice, and both times screaming. I’m an only child, so I have no brothers or sisters to look after me. It’s just me and Mom most of the time. Dad works away, often having to stay the night.

 

Mom changed me out of my soaked diaper, and passed me some underpants. I put them on. They were a lot thinner than the diapers I had been wearing. I missed the feeling of bulk around my privates, but I didn’t want to wear diapers at school. That would just increase the severity of the bullying. I hated school. It seemed so pointless. It always seemed that I knew everything that they were teaching. I craved to actually learn stuff. I threw on some clothes, and made my way downstairs to have breakfast.

 

During that week, the bullying seemed to get worse. I also noticed that I was starting to have more difficulty holding in my pee. Twice in two days I almost didn’t make it. The teachers were real nice about it though. They knew that I would get bullied no matter what, so they allowed me to stay in the classroom during breaks. This gave me the chance to get away from the bullies. I suppose that it helped. I don’t know why, but our school broke up real early that Christmas.

 

The day after we broke up was pretty much the same as any other non-school day.

 

Mom let me sleep in the morning, and I woke up at about 9:30, to a wet diaper.

 

“Mom” I called, “can you come and change my diaper?”

 

Dad was away on business, so I had no reason to keep my voice down. She came in, and told me to lie down on the towel she had brought in. I obliged, and she changed my sopping diaper.

 

“Listen, Mike.” She started, “your dad and I know that you have been having a hard time at school, and dad is moving jobs, so we were thinking of moving house. We have been thinking this for a while now, and we think we’ve found the right one; we just want to check it with you first. I’ll take you there today, and you can have a look around.” By this time, she had folded up the used diaper, and handed me a pair of underpants.

 

“Finish getting dressed and come and eat breakfast, and I’ll take you there”

 

I ate breakfast, and before I knew it, we were in the car on the way to this new house. It was right out the other side of town, where nobody knew us.

 

But then, something awful happened. I had been needing to go to the toilet for a while, but I was too afraid to ask where it was. And then, I just couldn’t hold it any more. My little bladder emptied itself right there and then. Into my underpants. Needless to say, they did nothing to absorb the flow, so I ended up running outside to prevent leaking onto the house-owner’s carpet. She told me not to worry, and that the carpet had seen a lot worse than just a bit of pee. She offered me a plastic bag to sit on in the car, but had not spare clothes in my size. Her son was turning 16 that month, and I wouldn’t have fitted in any of his clothes. On the way home, Mom tried to console me.

 

“Mike.” She said in a soothing voice, “It was just an accident. These things happen. I understand, and don’t blame you with all the things I have heard about what’s been happening to you from your teachers.” I started to cry

 

“But” I sobbed, “I’m ten years old. Ten-year-olds don’t wet their pants.”

 

I had considered asking for a diaper this morning when Mom was changing me, but I didn’t have the guts. Now I wished I had.

 

Mom drove home as fast as she could, and carried me into the house. I was too weak to walk, and not only the embarrassment of peeing myself, but also the memories of the days of bullying were affecting me. She carried me upstairs and took me into my room. I decided that it was time for a confession.

 

“Mom.” I started, not knowing how to tell her. “I don’t really know how to tell you this, but I think it would be best if I did.” I said. She was patient. She didn’t tell me to get on and say whatever was on my mind.

 

“What, dear?” she asked

 

“Well, since I was bullied, I’ve been finding it harder to hold in my pee, and this morning, when you were changing me out of my diaper, I had a thought. But then, I didn’t have the guts to ask you. You see…” I stopped, running out of words.

 

I lay there thinking for a bit, not worrying that my genitals were exposed to the world.

 

“Could I wear a diaper?” I finally came out and asked her straight.

 

“Yes, if that’s what you want.” She replied. She didn’t seem phased by my strange request.

 

“You don’t think I’m weird do you?” I asked, worried about her thoughts about me.

 

“No, mike, if that’s what will make you more comfortable about your problem, then I’ll support you in it.”

 

“Thanks” I said, as she strapped a clean diaper around my waist. She bent over, and kissed my stomach. She hadn’t done that since I was in diapers as a toddler. I smiled, and got up. I started out the door.

 

“Aren’t you going to wear something other than just your diaper?” Mom asked. I looked down, ashamed. “I mean,” she added “if that’s all you want to wear, then that’s fine by me, but I just wanted to make sure.”

 

“I think I’ll be fine like this.” I said. She just smiled at me, and followed me out of my room. She knew that I had gotten over the first hurdle.

 

Later that day, she asked me what I thought of the house we had seen round. I told her the truth, and expressed how I really liked it. She was glad, and it was decided that we were going to move.

 

We moved about a week later. I had started to be more open about my like of wearing diapers, and Mom had a good idea that it helped me to be more content with life. Dad had seemed very supportive of me when he found out, and didn’t seem to mind that I was wearing them.

 

I liked my diapers, and I wasn't going tot give them up. I decided that I wanted to wear them at school where I moved to, as I thought that no-one would find out, and that I wouldn’t get bullied for it.

 

We moved about a week later, and we met the new neighbours. But then, if you want to know about them, you should read the story that Bobby has written:

 

The Twins