Tyler Does It Again

	It was an ordinary day outside, a little cold, but 
relatively warm for the fall weather. It was 8th period, 
just a few more minutes and he would be free for the day. 
He was uneager to go home however, after last night's 
incidents.
	He couldn't understand it, it had been years since he 
had wet the bed. Both his parents were very supportive, but 
he still felt too old for this nonsense. He had hoped his 
parents wouldn't switch back to diapers, a notion he got 
when his friend got into the same predicament.
	RING-- and he was gone. He had to run to catch the 
bus, just barely making it. The ride home seemed to take 
forever, but he was there before he knew it. He had always 
liked fall, but it was now more beautiful than ever. The 
leaves were turning the burnt oranges and blaring rusts he 
had always enjoyed. He walked through his front door, and 
went straight into the kitchen where he was greeted by a 
glowing mother.
	He still felt awkward, but his mother seemed to have 
forgotten about last night. "Maybe I was taking this a 
little too seriously," he thought. The night passed without 
much trouble, but in the morning he again felt the cold 
clamminess of failure.
	His mom was again a little disappointed, but this time 
was not as passive about it. She told Tyler he would see 
the doctor first thing after school.


Part II: The Doctors Office

	The doctor had a sense of sterility, not overpowered 
by his jovial persona.
	"So Tyler, what's goin' on lately?"
	"Nothin' much." It was his only answer that both 
explained what he was doing lately and why he was here.
	"Mrs. Smith, can I ask you a few questions about your 
son's bathroom skills, particularly when he was potty 
trained and everything like that?"
	I hoped that she would not answer, but to no avail.
	"Uh, yes, well, he was potty trained somewhat late, 
four, and for about two months after that he had trouble 
staying dry at night, but we just diapered him until then 
and it was fine."
	"Well, this is not a rare case, and it seems pretty 
straightforward. Tyler probably has an undersized bladder. 
You see, Tyler is going through a growth spurt and his 
bladder is unable to keep up with him, so, that means 
accidents at night. It should be just temporary."
	I was both glad and disappointed with answer. 
Disappointed that it wouldn't go away for a little bit, but 
happy because it wouldn't last that long. The rest of the 
afternoon was like the night before, except for right 
before bed.

Part III: The Typical Clich�

	I was called into the kitchen where I would be told 
about my new night time arrangement. I knew immediately, 
the look on my parents face gave it away.
	I was then led upstairs like a prisoner, and laid on 
the bed.
	"Now, Tyler, you know this is the best thing for you, 
and its only temporary. Don't worry, no one will know." Oh 
how I wish those words meant something to me. But they did 
not.
	The diapering experience was one I'll never forget. I 
was laid on my bed, and stripped naked from the waist down, 
then powdered. The diaper was then slid under my bottom, 
followed by it being pulled between my legs and fastened 
with the tapes. I felt so confined by the diaper, but also 
liberated with the freedom of knowing accidents were 
acceptable.
	The night passed and soon it was morning. I caught a 
glimpse of hope, the bed was dry. Then he realized the 
diaper, it was drenched. It was like the Hoover Dam had 
held back a week's worth of water.
	Mom then came in and got me out of the diaper. A cold 
burst of air suddenly came over my groin. Immediately 
after, she wiped me up with a pampers wipe, and I was ready 
to go.

Part IV: School

	I was still trying to contemplate the previous night-- 
it seemed as if it happened so fast. I deduced that there 
nothing I could do, so I felt better about it. But 
unbeknownst to me that this day would change all that.
	It was fifth period. Gym class. I was eager to get out 
and run around. Luckily, I was well liked at school and 
very athletic, so I was usually a captain of a gym team. 
This time, we were playing floor hockey, which usually got 
pretty rough.
	The game was great. I was having a blast until late in 
the third period. The game was tied, as they usually are, 
and the ball was caught up in my feet. I looked down, to 
see the ball and a small wet spot forming in my pants. I 
quickly realized what was happening, but unfortunately not 
quickly enough to stop it. Before I could gather myself I 
was both sopping wet and soiled. Everyone stared, that is, 
after I slipped and fell on my butt, spreading the ooze in 
and out of my personal crevices. They gym teacher gave me a 
pass to the nurse.
	The nurse was very compassionate. The only thing 
wrong, she said, was that school policy required me to be 
diapered. She swiftly diapered me, with the quickness of a 
professional, and I was sent home.

Part V: The rest

	My mother was not pleased with this at all. "Boys your 
age do not do this! I am very disappointed in you." She 
could not possibly understand how I felt, all of my friends 
would soon know-it will be horrible.
	Her "resolution" was to diaper me 24/7, which was 
done. I was now completely unable to use the bathroom, and 
if I touched the diaper I was sure to get a spanking I 
would never forget. I was so mad right now.
	But to make matters worse, I was forced to act like a 
baby around the house. My parents though that since I acted 
like a baby I should be treated like one. My room was 
totally transformed. Before it was a typical child's room, 
but now, it was a baby's heaven. There was a crib, a 
changing table, fully stocked with wipes, pampers size 6, 
cloth diapers, powder, ointment, and of course, plastic 
pants.
	My wardrobe was now completely changed as well. 
Instead of the fun loving pants, worn-out baseball shirts, 
and mischievous hats, there were now overalls complete with 
snaps around the crotch, onesies, and footed sleepers.
	Luckily, it was Friday, which meant I had the whole 
weekend to digest this.

Part VI: The weekend

	I woke up to the sound of the crib sidewalls being 
lowered. A caring mother figure lifted me up, and removed 
my sopping wet diaper. I was changed from the red footed 
sleeper and into a pair of overalls and a onesie. 
Downstairs a highchair was waiting for me, with cut up 
pieces of French toast.
	I was placed into the highchair and handfed the toast. 
I was then taken out and put into a playpen until we went 
out for our Saturday shopping.
	Before we left I was put into the car seat, next to my 
diaper bag, and then we were off. Let me tell you, being 
wheeled around in a stroller is no fun, especially when you 
see all your friends.
	We got home and I sat in the playpen all day, making 
breaks for diaper changes and feedings. Then off to bed, 
waiting for another fun day.

The End

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