Lunch was a great success. Ty felt very proud of his dad. Forgotten were his hurtful words of the previous night, replaced by admiration for his dad’s sharing with him today. It was amazing what twenty-four hours could do. Yesterday, he was convinced that his father hated him for wanting to wear diapers. Now he understood what had caused his dad’s reaction and, incredibly, his dad had consented to go back into diapers himself.
The first results of this decision were immediately obvious. The family had never experienced a more relaxed outing. In the past, Ty’s dad has always been rushing them. Ty had long ago concluded that his dad was a workaholic who didn’t know how to take time off. Now he knew differently– his dad had been afraid to wet his pants! Today, Ty wondered if the waiter wouldn’t throw them out because they had lingered so long after eating. In the end, it was Josie’s impatience that made them leave.
As they were going back to the car, Ty’s dad asked if anyone was interested in going to a movie. Here was another immense surprise. As far back as Ty could remember, his dad had never gone to a movie. Ty agreed eagerly but the ‘girls’ said that they wanted to get home. Josie wanted to go over to a friend’s house, Melissa wanted to finish some house work, and Grandma Hardymon said that she wanted to go home to rest.
“Well, I guess it’s just you and me, Ty,” his dad said. “That’s good, we’ll be able to pick a ‘man’s’ film on our own.”
Because Grandma Hardymon had driven her own car to the restaurant she volunteered to take Melissa and Josie home. Ty and his dad went directly to the CineComplex down the road. They selected their movie and had to wait a full hour before show time.
“Dad, I need a change,” Ty whispered shyly.
“So do I,” his dad whispered back, smiling.
They entered the almost deserted bathroom and went into the large handicapped stall at the end. Inside the stall there was a baby changing table with a sign clearly indicating that the weight limit was fifty pounds. Obviously Ty couldn’t be changed there. Nonetheless, Mr. Hardymon lowered it so that he could park their diaper bag off the floor.
“I guess this is as good a time as any to teach you how to change yourself,” Ty’s dad said. “Can you leave your shoes on and still take your pants off?”
“I think so,” Ty answered while loosening his belt and lowering his pants.
“OK, good. Hmmm, your shirt is going to be in the way- it’ll be a lot easier if you take it off.”
As Ty removed his shirt he suddenly got very nervous. He realized that in a few more seconds he would be totally naked except for his shoes and socks. His dad noticed his panic building.
“It’s OK, son. I know you’re embarrassed. Once we get you some side-snap plastic pants you won’t have to get so undressed to change yourself.”
Ty smiled a rather unconvincing smile in his dad’s direction.
“OK, the next step is to reach into each leg opening and unpin the bottom pins, being careful not to jab you’re your plastic pants with the points… Good, now lower your plastic pants just a little and take out the top pins… Let down your diaper and plastic pants together. OK, give them to me and I’ll put them in the bag while you begin wiping yourself.”
Ty accepted the wipe from his dad and began cleaning himself. He was sure that his mom or dad would have done a better job but he was getting more and more nervous about his state of undress. His dad handed him a fresh diaper.
“Now comes the tricky part. You have a couple of choices but I’ll show you how to fold the diaper and use the wall as an extra hand.”
He moved Ty over to the wall and had him ‘step into’ the diaper and hold it in place as if it were already pinned.
“Back up against the wall and let go of one side and pin the top pin on the other side… Now, without moving away from the wall take the loose ends from the other side and pin the top pin on that side, but not too tightly. Finish pinning your diaper by tightly pinning the bottom pin on each side. The reason for leaving the top pin loose is so that you will have enough room to reach into your diaper and apply powder.”
Once Ty had powdered himself and securely tightened the top pins, Mr. Hardymon handed him a pair of plastic pants. Ty quickly pulled them up. His dad showed him how to check around each leg opening to insure that the pants were a tight fit without any stray diaper material exposed. Ty finished dressing.
“OK, I have to take care of myself. Wait for me in the lobby… And wash your hands,” Mr. Hardymon called out.
A few minutes later Mr. Hardymon joined his son.
“Feels good to be fresh and dry, doesn’t it?” he commented.
“Yeah,” Ty admitted, wondering if his dad had noticed his erection or if he was just making conversation. In any case, Ty was having quite erotic feelings as he walked across the lobby.
The movie turned out to be something of a dud but Ty and his dad didn’t care. It was the first movie they had ever seen together and each hoped it would not be the last. Leaving the parking lot, Ty’s dad took a right instead of a left, the direction that would have led towards home.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“While we’re out this way I want to run an errand,” Mr. Hardymon answered.
They stopped at a house that Ty didn’t recognize.
“Wait for me in the car,” Mr. Hardymon said, “I’ll only be a few minutes.”
Mr. Hardymon removed his briefcase from the trunk before going up to the front door. He was greeted by a man who seemed to know him and they went inside. A few minutes later he came back to the car. [In two weeks, Ty would have a brand new changing table just like Bryin’s.]
“Now that that’s taken care of, would you like to stop at the medical supply store and pick up some side-snap plastic pants?” Ty’s dad asked him.
“Yes!” Ty answered enthusiastically.
Mr. Goodwin was still covering for his father-in-law and he greeted Ty warmly. Ty introduced his dad who conveyed the purpose of their visit.
“Do you have in stock side-snap plastic pants in Tyler’s size?”
“I’ll check,” Mr. Goodwin said as he headed for the storeroom.
About a minute later he returned carrying three packages.
“At the moment we seem to have six in stock. Will that be enough?”
“For now, yes,” Ty’s dad answered. “But please order a dozen more. How long do you think they will take to arrive.”
“Let me check the label,” he said picking one up. “This company usually ships the same day. I would say that they will be here in four business days or less.”
“That’s excellent. I presume that you already have all our information in your computer. Please give us a call when they arrive.”
“I’ll do that. Now, let me ring up today’s purchase for you,” Mr. Goodwin said.
Ty left the store clutching the bag as if it were a precious treasure. His excitement inside his diaper and plastic pants was at its peak again.
They arrived home just as Mrs. Hardymon was about to fix some sandwiches for dinner.
“Hi, guys. Did you enjoy the movie?” she asked.
“It was OK,” Ty answered. “Look what dad got me.”
Ty dumped the packages of plastic pants onto the table.
“See, with these plastic pants I’ll be able to change my own diaper at school without having to take my pants completely off,” he said excitedly. “I can’t wait to show Eddie and Mark! Can I try one on now, dad?”
During Ty’s speech Melinda raised a questioning eyebrow in her husband’s direction. He answered with an ‘I’ll answer later’ lift of his eyebrows.
“Yes, I suppose you can try one on now. Are you wet or dry?” his dad answered.
“I’m only a little bit wet,” Ty said, running up to his room.
“Were those snap-sided pants like the ones your mother bought for you?” Melissa asked Luke.
“Yes,” he confirmed.
Then he went on to explain Ty’s near panic while being changed in the theater restroom. He told her how, watching Ty standing naked except for shoes and socks, he remembered why the snap-sided pants were so important. Illogical as it may be, he recalled how having his pants around his ankles while putting on a new diaper made him feel less naked, less vulnerable to discovery.
Ty came running back into the kitchen. He had removed his shirt, pants, and shoes and was now wearing only his socks, diaper, and side-snap plastic pants. These were made of shinier and thicker plastic than his others; they rustled and crackled more loudly, too. Ty wasn’t sure yet, but he thought he liked the fact that these pants would be more difficult to hide because of the noise they made.
“Did you have any trouble getting them on?” his dad asked.
“No, it was easy. Did I get all the diaper material inside?”
His dad checked him and told him that he had done a good job. Melissa then asked if anyone was ready for a sandwich. Ty and his dad accepted eagerly. Ty was dispatched to his sister’s room to find out if she wanted to join them. She snickered at her brother’s appearance but didn’t say anything for fear of getting her dad angry. A few minutes later when Melissa called for the kids to come and eat Ty was wearing one of his short t-shirts. Instead of making his diaper and plastic pants less obvious, the t-shirt seemed to emphasize the roundness of Ty’s bottom and the fullness of the bulge in front. Ty’s was so happy about his new look that he had had trouble tearing himself away from his mirror.
After they had finished eating, Melissa reminded Ty of his obligations over at his aunt and uncle’s house. (Luke had taken care of the morning paper before leaving there in the morning.)
“It’s getting dark. You should go over to Uncle Henry and Aunt June’s to water the lawn and to take the mail into the house. Come right back after you’re finished. They’re coming back tomorrow afternoon so, tomorrow morning, we’ll go over together to wash the diapers and plastic pants you and Eddie wore.”
Ty got up from the table and walked out the front door. His parents were only mildly surprised that he didn’t put on a pair of pants. Ty, on the other hand, was hoping that he hadn’t made a monumental mistake by leaving the house also dressed in only his diaper and plastic pants. The darkness was deepening quickly and no one was roaming the neighborhood. Despite his nervousness he was disappointed that no one got to see him.
He arrived at his aunt and uncle’s and quickly took care of business. The house was equipped with sprinklers (manual, not automatic) so he had to turn each one on for five minutes in sequence. While the first set of sprinklers was running in the back yard he brought in the mail. He thought about turning on the TV but decided to sit outside by the sprinkler valves to look up at the stars. He was overtaken by a sense of awe and contentment. He felt so lucky to be thickly diapered; the gentle crinkling of his plastic pants brought a smile to his face. He started up the next set of sprinklers and laid down on his back. He relaxed and let his bladder empty. His flow was strong and the sound of his peeing could be distinctly heard in the quiet of the evening. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his warm pee soaking into the diaper. He was becoming quite hard by the time he was finished.
“Man, I guess you really had to go, didn’t you?” a disembodied voice asked.
His heart skipped a beat and his eyes flew open. He stared directly up at bulging plastic pants.
“God, Mark, don’t sneak up on me like that! I almost had a heart attack,” he said, getting up and looking closely at what Mark was wearing. “Wow, those diapers are huge. Is that what you’re mom is making you wear all the time?” Ty asked.
“Yeah. My mom is still ballistic about the diapers. She says that since I wanted to be in diapers everyone ought to get to see them..”
“What does she mean?”
“I’m not sure. Every time I ask her about getting my pants back she says, ‘The more times you ask, the longer it will take to get them back.’”
“Wow, I’m sorry I got you into all this trouble,” Ty apologized.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s my fault, too,” Mark generously observed.
Ty wondered how Mark would react if he asked him about what happened this morning after he and his mom left his house.
“Um… did you go to the white elephant sale?”
Even in the semi-darkness Ty could see that Mark’s eyes were tearing up.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
“No, that’s OK. I want to talk about it,” Mark said taking a deep breath. “It was awful. There were lots of people there and I freaked out. I wouldn’t get out of the van. I guess my mom figured that that might happen so she had her plan all set. She told me that for every article that she delivered to the white elephant booths while I was still sitting in the van she would drag me around with her one full day while she did her errands. She said that tomorrow that would mean grocery shopping and going to the dentist. The next day it would be to the dry cleaners and to her hair dresser. After that, she would be going back to work… I got the message. I got out of the van and helped her deliver the stuff. Everybody was looking at me and making comments to each other. Greg Netherfeld (a classmate) was there, too. He made a real scene: falling over laughing and pointing; asking me if I needed to be changed. I wish I could have decked him but my mom would have gone even more ballistic. Finally, we had all the stuff delivered and I thought that we would be coming home. No such luck. She took me out to buy my own diapers and plastic pants. I just about died when Mr. Goodwin came out of the back room. My mom told him what we had come for but he said he could only fill a part of the order today. The rest of my stuff will arrive next week.”
“How much stuff did your mom get?” Ty wondered.
“Lots,” Mark answered. “Even Mr. Goodwin said that he didn’t think I would need everything she was asking for. So, she reduced the order but told Mr. Goodwin that I would be needing diapers for a very long time.”
Mark sighed and looked back toward his house.
“My dad didn’t go as ballistic as I thought he would but he’s letting my mom have her way on how I’m going to be treated. She’s making sure that I don’t change any of my habits. Even though I don’t get pants, I still have to be out of the house by nine o’clock in the morning and, except for lunch, I have to stay out until dark.”
The lawns were now watered. Ty said good night to Mark and they both headed home.
“Did you finish all the things you were supposed to?” his mom asked as he came through the door.
“Yeah, of course.” Before his mother could ask more questions, he changed the subject. “Mom, “I’m kind of wet. Can you change me into my nighttime diapers now?”
“Well, sure, I guess. But it’s only eight-thirty- are you sure it isn’t too early?”
“I’m kind of tired,” Ty said by way of excuse.
“OK, it will be a few minutes. I want to finish this thank-you card to Grandma Hardymon. first.”
“How long will that be?” Ty whined.
Hearing the disappointment in his son’s voice Mr. Hardymon came out of the den and volunteered to change him immediately. Once again, his dad took him by the hand to lead him up to his room.
“Gee, dad, I’m not going to run away, you know.”
“You certainly aren’t” he answered with a glint in his eye.
He reached around Ty’s waist, and before Ty could do anything about it, his dad had flung him in a fireman’s carry over his shoulder. Ty’s diaper was right next his dad’s ear.
“Boy, you weren’t kidding when you said you needed a change. You certainly sound like one squishy boy. We’d better keep a close eye on you so that don’ t float away some day.”
By now they had reached Ty’s room and his dad bounced him playfully onto the bed. The diapering ritual began immediately. Mr. Hardymon laid out a changing pad which Ty scooted onto.
“We have got to get you better organized,” Mr. Hardymon commented half-jokingly while he hunted for two diapers and Ty’s larger nighttime plastic pants.
Ty giggled. His dad always complained about the state of his room but he never did anything to make Ty clean it up.
“So you think this mess is funny, huh?” his dad said playfully. “I’ll show you what funny really is.”
Before Ty could defend himself his father had jumped on the bed and pinned him down much like he had done earlier in the day.
“Now who’s laughing, funny boy?” he taunted. “Ha! I’ll get you twice in the same day.”
“Not if I can help it,” Ty countered.
He threw his whole weight against his dad who was caught off guard and fell to the floor. Despite the element of surprise Ty was at a disadvantage because of his father’s superior size and reach. Ty was quickly pinned again and his father showed no mercy.
“So you thought you could take me, huh? I’ll show you.”
He began tickling his son who was bucking and wriggling furiously under him.
“No, stop, please… I can’t take it… OK, you win,” he gasped between guffaws of laughter. And when his dad kept on going, “Oh, no, my diaper’s leaking. Please, stop.”
“I’m not going to fall for that old trick,” his dad answered.
“It’s no trick. I really am leaking. Mom will kill us if the carpet gets wet.”
Sure enough, Luke started feeling his son’s pee as it began soaking through his own trousers.
“Quick, back up on the changing pad,” his dad said.
But it was already too late- the carpet had a six inch ring of wetness and Ty’s dad’s new pants were noticeably wet.
“Honestly, Luke,” Melinda grumbled from the doorway, “you’re acting just as bad as the kids. Just look at the carpet and at your pants.”
Luke and Ty had stopped smiling. “Oh, oh,” they thought, “how much trouble are we in?”
In fact, Melinda was more amused than upset. She was genuinely pleased that Luke and Ty were enjoying themselves but wetting the carpet was just too much for her to allow.
“Luke, you’d better change those pants. Ty, you stay right where you are and I’ll get you into your night diapers.”
Luke sheepishly left the room while Melinda took over Ty’s diaper change. Luke was much more adept at diaper changes than Melinda but Ty didn’t mind. He used the extra time to begin plotting his revenge against his father. The plan wasn’t complete yet, but he began to see a glimmer of how he would accomplish it.
“Hold still. I don’t want to stick you with one of the pins,” his mother advised.
Ty let out a loud sigh of boredom just as his dad entered the room with a spray bottle of carpet cleaner. He took one look at his father and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. His dad was dressed in bulging nighttime diapers and plastic pants, too. And, just as Ty intended doing, he was wearing a very short t-shirt that barely covered the waistband of his plastic pants. Melinda, sensing that something was going on behind her back, turned around and saw her husband cleaning the wet spot. Unlike Ty, she didn’t act surprised in the least.
“Good. Thanks, Luke. I was afraid that the stain would begin to set before I got to it.”
“No problem,” Luke responded nonchalantly.
Ty was flabbergasted and delighted. It looked as if his dad was going to allow himself to be seen in his nighttime diapers, too. This was much more than he had dared to hope for. His mother was finally finished and she was checking to make sure that his plastic pants had completely covered his diapers. (To her way of thinking one leaky diaper per day was quite enough.) Satisfied, she gave Ty a loud but gentle pat on the seat of his plastic pants and sent him downstairs. His dad was already watching another game. Melinda decided to stay upstairs to give the ‘boys’ more time to bond. She just hoped that they didn’t tear the house down.
Everything was calm for the rest of the evening. When Josie returned home she also sensed that her dad and Ty needing private time so she quietly went upstairs to her room. About an hour later Luke carried his sleeping son to bed.
“Good night, son, sweet dreams,” he said kissing Ty on the forehead. Was it merely coincidence that Ty smiled at that very moment? Or was Ty reacting to the crinkling of his dad’s plastic pants?