When Ronny woke up that Tuesday morning, he didn't know that his 
whole life was about to change that day. It would be the old story of 
"I've got good news and I've got bad news!"
	Ronny normally lay in bed and stretched a little when he woke up. 
This helped him to get wider awake. It was his way of re-booting his 
system for the day. When he stretched this morning he discovered a 
wetness in his pajamas and his bed. Amazed, he felt around in the bed 
with his hand. The wetness seemed to be right in the middle of the bed 
and the wet spot was about the size of his butt. His PJs didn't seem to 
be soaked, only just a little wet in the front of his crotch.
	He jumped out of bed. He looked at the ceiling, maybe the roof 
had leaked or something. But they lived on the second floor of a 5 
story apartment building. So, a leaky roof wouldn't have made his bed 
wet! And besides, the ceiling wasn't wet! He finally came to the 
realization that the wetness in the bed had come out of him!
	Ronny couldn't remember the last time that he had wet the bed. He 
was 13, almost 14. Being able to control his pee had started when he 
was 2. That was 11 years ago! Why now?
	Sometimes when he ate the wrong thing he lost control of his poop 
and it would just run out by itself. Maybe this was the same thing. He 
decided to just make his bed like he usually did and maybe it would dry 
out by bedtime. He didn't want Dad to be asking any questions about 
this.
	My Gawd! What if the kids in school were to find out that he had 
wet the bed? He already had problems getting along with some of them 
and being a bedwetter would really screw things up!
	He got out of his PJs and went to the bathroom to take a shower. 
The pee that had dried on his belly felt kind of icky to him. When he 
got out of the shower he got dressed in his jeans and a Scooby Doo T-
Shirt for school and grabbed his backpack of books.
	He hadn't done well in English in school last year and his Dad 
wanted him to take a remedial course in summer school to try to make it 
up. It wasn't required, but Dad felt that it was worthwhile. Ronny was 
against it. This was his vacation and he wanted it to be 'school-free' 
for the summer. He wanted to use this time to explore the Internet and 
to work on computer games. Finally they bargained to the point that 
Ronny could go to summer camp if he would take the remedial course 
afterwards. Reluctantly, he had agreed.
	On his way out the door he grabbed a Pop-Tart for breakfast. This 
was one of the new ones that his Dad had gotten with cranberry jam in 
it. He liked these. They were great!
	Once he got to school he forgot all about the wet bed and put it 
out of his mind all day - until he got home. And, then it came rushing 
back! He felt inside of the bed, and it was still wet! He immediately 
ripped the sheets off his bed and grabbed some more dirty clothes, as 
well as the clothes that he had on and put them in the washer. He still 
had a couple of hours before Dad came home to get the laundry done.
	He grabbed another Pop-Tart and went to his room to work on his 
homework. He sat down at his desk and turned on his computer. While it 
was booting up he thought about putting on some clothes and decided 
against it. It was just he and his Dad living here and this was an 
'clothing optional' household. Clothes were only for keeping warm. Most 
of the time when they were here alone neither one wore anything. It was 
just more comfortable with nothing on.
	Once the computer booted he logged in to his ISP and he found 34 
e-mail messages. 29 of them were spam! One was from his Mom, one was 
from his Granddad, and one was from a guy that he had met last summer 
at camp - Brandon. The other 2 were messages from a joke list. He 
turned on his IM screen and started in on his homework. Dad had a 
strict rule that the homework had to be all done and out of the way by 
the time that he came home from work. There were some exceptions, but 
nothing today would make it exempt, and besides, he needed to get this 
laundry done and out of the way. He didn't want any exceptions today. 
He wanted everything to be as normal as possible. So, he worked on his 
homework and some chats on IM.
	He heard the washing machine quit and he went to the laundry room 
to move the laundry to the dryer. On the way, he felt a sudden urge to 
pee. He decided to wait and pee when he was done moving the laundry. 
While he was doing the moving, Louie started leaking. (Many years ago, 
Ronny's Dad gave Ronny's penis the name of 'Louie' as a joke. Ronny had 
named his Dad's penis 'Scooby' in return.) Louie was leaking on the 
laundry room floor. Ronny got him stopped and started for the bathroom. 
The clothes hadn't all been transferred but he needed to pee very bad. 
On the way through the kitchen, Louie was leaking some more. Ronnie 
grabbed Louie with one hand and choked him. Oh! Man! Did that ever 
hurt! Then, he found a pot on the stove and he grabbed that and peed 
into it. Once he was finished and he had found relief, he emptied the 
pot into the sink and rinsed it out with hot water. He hoped that Dad 
wouldn't cook in it tonight! Then he finished moving the clothes from 
the washer to the dryer.
	Ronny had his bed made up and all of the clean clothes put away 
when Dad came home - and his homework finished. Dad was none the wiser 
about what had happened last night.
	Dad put on an apron and cooked some hamburgers and french fries 
for the two of them. Supper was kind of quiet. When it was finished 
Ronny and his Dad put on some clothes and they went to the park and 
played some catch until it got dark.
	When it was bedtime, Ronny was scared. He had wet the bed last 
night and he had had a time today when he just couldn't hold the pee 
in. Would he wet the bed again tonight? Why was this happening? What 
was wrong with him?
	This night he took a towel and stuffed it inside of his 
underwear. Normally he wore PJ's to bed, but this night he wore briefs 
to hold the towel in place. This was no good. The next morning the bed 
was wetter than ever. The towels were very soaked, and Louie was rigid, 
and slippery from being soaked in piss.
	So, the day was a repeat of yesterday. He got the wet sheets and 
stuff in the washing machine before he left for school. When he got 
home from school he dried them all, did his homework and followed his 
usual routine.
	When he went to bed he set his alarm clock for 1 AM, 4 hours of 
sleep. When it went off he went to the bathroom and peed. He went back 
to bed and set the alarm clock for 7 AM - his normal time for getting 
up. But, he had trouble getting back to sleep after getting up at 1 AM. 
And, then he was tired in the morning for school.
	After several nights of this, he tried not setting the alarm. The 
next morning his bed was wet again. He managed to hide the wet sheets 
from his Dad and to get them washed up. So, he went back to using the 
alarm clock in the middle of the night.
	He was also finding that Louie was leaking quite often. Then, he 
got an idea and bought a box of Maxi-Pads. In the morning he would put 
one inside of his underwear so that when Louie leaked, he would leak 
into the Maxi-Pad. This helped during the day, but it at night, the bed 
still got soaked, and it seemed to get wetter everyday.
	And then he got an e-mail from Brandon. Brandon was his tent-mate 
at summer camp last summer. They had told everyone that they were twins 
- born on the exact same day to different mothers. In the dark of night 
after 'Lights Out' they had shared many, many personal, private things 
with their twin brother. Indeed, they were almost identical twins. In 
addition to being the same age, they were the same height - 62 inches 
tall, the same weight - 127 pounds, and both had red hair and blue 
eyes.

	Brandon's e-mail:

"Hey Bro: Keep this a secret man. But, why wouldn't you? You don't know 
anyone that I know. I'm a bedwetter! I'm scared! I don't know why! I 
wake up in the morning and my bed is soaked. Do I need to see a doctor 
and have needles stuck in me? You know how I feel about Doctors and 
needles!"

	Ronnie wrote back:

"Hey Bro!

That's kind of great! As your twin I am having the same problem!"

	Ronnie went on to explain about the MaxiPads and the alarm clock.
	Brandon told him that he was keeping a mop pail beside the bed 
and in the night he would wake up, roll over and pee into the pail and 
then go back to sleep. Ronnie tried it and found that he slept better. 
And, the bed didn't get wet. When Brandon had learned that Ronny had 
named his friend Louie, Brandon promptly named his 'Alexander' (his 
middle name). Brandon told Ronny that Alexander was leaking a lot. Once 
he tried the Maxi-Pad idea he told Ronny that things were better.
	Ronny started using the mop pail idea and most mornings when he 
woke up the bed was dry. Once in a while it was wet, but he had learned 
to deal with it. He was much more comfortable with the situation now 
that he knew that his twin was having the same problem.
	And, then, things got worse!
	Ronny was being shaken. He came out of his sleep. The alarm had 
not gone off. It was dark out. He looked around and his Dad was there 
shaking him to wake him up. He resisted. He wanted to sleep. It wasn't 
time to get up. Then, his Dad pulled the covers back like he used to 
when Ronny was a little boy. And, that's when Dad saw the wet bed. And, 
he saw that Ronny was not wearing any pajamas, or anything! Now, he 
shook harder and he quit talking gently. He turned the ceiling light on 
and he saw the mop pail!
	Grandpa had had a stroke and they had to go Elkins to be with 
Grandma. Dad called in to the office about the emergency. Ronny got a 
quick shower, packed his bag, grabbed a Cranberry Pop Tart, and they 
got in the car and headed for Elkins.
	While they were driving, Dad asked Ronny about the wet bed, and 
the pail. Ronny was scared, but he decided that since Dad had raised 
the issue, and since Dad was thinking about Grandpa that maybe this was 
the right time to jump in.
	Ronny explained about the wet bed, the pail, about Louie leaking, 
the Maxi-Pad and about his twin brother having the same problem.
	And, Dad asked him why he didn't tell him all of this before. 
And, Ronny told Dad that he was embarrassed and scared.
	"Ronny, we know each other quite well. I would like to think that 
I know you very well, but I guess that I don't. I know that there are 
many things that you don't know about me. And, here's one.
	"When I was 13 I started wetting the bed. Grandma found out and 
took me to the doctor. He said that it is normal for teenage boys to 
have some problems with bladder control. He said that it's a part of 
puberty. He told Grandma to put me in diapers. Well! She would never 
have her son in diapers. Diapers are for babies. I didn't like the idea 
either - for the same reason - diapers are for babies. But, Scoobie 
would leak during the day and I would be a mess by the time that I got 
home. Maybe you inherited it!
	"I finally got tired of all of my pee being in annoying places 
and I begged Grandma for diapers. She got me some and they were great. 
I wore one every night and every morning I was dry and it felt great. I 
finally got up the nerve and wore one to school one day. Nothing 
happened, it was all fine.
	"It was about a month later when my best friend Shane caught me 
by my locker and asked what kind of diaper I was wearing. I was 
dumbfounded, but I told him Depends. He had the same problem and he was 
wearing Depends, too."
	Dad and Ronny talked some more and Ronny came to realize that he 
would grow out of the problem. In Harrisonburg, Dad stopped at a drug 
store and bought a bag of Depends. In the parking lot he put a diaper 
on Ronny in the back seat of the car. As they continued on towards 
Elkins they talked about the diaper. Ronny agreed that it felt 
comfortable. Louie had already leaked some and Ronny felt secure with 
the diaper.
	Ronny asked Dad about how he felt about diapers now. Dad told him 
that once he left puberty that he no longer needed diapers, but they 
saved him from many problems when he was growing up. Ronny asked Dad if 
he liked them then, and Dad told him that he did.
	Just over the line between Virginia and West Virginia Ronny had 
an idea and he asked Dad to pull over because his diaper was soaked. 
Once Dad had changed Ronnie's diaper, Ronnie wanted Dad to be in a 
diaper. After a bit of salesmanship Dad agreed and Ronnie diapered him.
	When they got to Grandma's house they learned that Grandpa was 
not in serious condition and with a little rest that he would fully 
recover. They all saw him in the hospital and then went back to 
Grandma's for the night.
	Grandma had Dad and Ronny sleeping in the same double bed 
together. It was the only bed that she had. They hadn't done that since 
Ronny was 2 years old. It felt good to both of them to be able to 
snuggle with each other. They made sure that each was in a fresh diaper 
that night. In the morning, Dad was dry, but Ronny was wet.
	They saw Grandpa in the morning and then they went home. By the 
time that they got home, both diapers were soaked.
	Ronny realized from looking at his Dad that people couldn't tell 
when he was in a diaper and so he started wearing a diaper to school 
everyday.
	Now that Dad knew about Ronnie wetting the bed, Dad diapered 
Ronnie every night at bedtime. The mop pail went back into the laundry 
room and Ronnie had a dry bed every morning.
	Ronny e-mailed his twin about this turn of events. His twin was 
pissed! His Dad would never understand this! But he was happy that 
Ronny had a Dad that understood!
	And then, Ronny started setting his alarm clock for 5 AM. When it 
went off, he would sleepily go into his Dad's bedroom and slip into bed 
with him and snuggle up to him, wet diaper and all, and finish his 
nights sleep.

	Brandon was very upset when his Mom told him that he was going to 
go to summer camp for two weeks. He really didn't want to go. Who would 
ever want to go live in the woods and sleep in tents and not know 
anyone else there? Brandon sure didn't!
	His parents had been fighting ever since he could remember. He 
didn't know what they fought about, and he thought that they didn't 
know either! But there was always a fight about something. They had 
decided to make a final attempt to heal their marriage. They were going 
to send Brandon off to camp for two weeks and they were going to go on 
a two week cruise. They hoped that without Brandon being around and 
being someplace different that maybe they could straighten things out. 
Otherwise, they would get a divorce when they got home.
	So, Brandon was going to summer camp whether he liked it or not.
	When Brandon got to Camp Hiawatha he was scared. His parents 
dropped him off and drove away. Brandon wanted to cry, but he was 13, 
almost 14, and he didn't want to be seen crying. One of the counselors 
was there talking to him and took him to where his tribe lived. The 
camp was made up of 5 tribes. The tribes were in a circle in the woods, 
just a little ways from the central area where the dining hall and 
admin area was. The tribes were far enough away that they seemed to be 
alone.
	When Brandon got to his tribal area he could see that there were 
10 tents. There were two boys to a tent. The tents had wooden floors 
and the boys could stand up in the middle of the tent.
	His tent mate, Ronny, was already there when Brandon got there. 
The counselor introduced them and went back to greet more new arrivals. 
As they stood there looking at each other it was almost like looking in 
a mirror! Both had red hair and blue eyes. They were both the same 
height and weight - 62" tall and 127 pounds (or thereabouts!). And, 
then they found out that they were both born on the same day. They 
immediately declared that they were twins. The camp soon nicknamed them 
The Foster Twins.
	The weather was quite warm and on most days each boy wore just a 
loincloth as they did their daily activities. The loin cloth was 
nothing more than a long strip of cloth that went between their legs 
like a diaper and was fastened around their waist with a belt. The tail 
ends of the cloth hung down both in the front and the back.
	During the next two weeks a casual observer would see close to 
100 teenage boys romping through the woods wearing just their 
loincloths. When they went swimming they skinny dipped. When the 
weather got cool they could put on T-Shirts, but most of the time they 
wore just loin cloths.
	One of the daily activities was to decorate their loin cloth. So, 
soon each boy had a distinctive loincloth.
	Brandon and Ronnie usually didn't go right to sleep at night. 
After the nightly campfire the boys all went to their tents and right 
to bed. So, after lights out Brandon and Ronny talked about anything 
and everything. After a few nights the boys were sharing their most 
intimate inner thoughts with each other.
	Brandon's parents had abused him for several years, usually by 
beating on him. Brandon had never talked to anyone about the beatings. 
The school nurse tried to talk to him about the marks and he wouldn't. 
She called the police and he wouldn't tell them, either. But he was 
telling Ronny. And, soon he was crying as he relived those horrible 
moments. He kept apologizing to Ronny for being a crybaby. Ronny went 
over to Brandon's bed and slipped into the sleeping bag with Brandon 
and they put their arms around each other. When Brandon had finished 
telling Ronny about the beatings and the abuse, Ronny was asleep. When 
morning came, they were still holding each other. Brandon thanked Ronny 
for being there for him. He felt so much better this morning since that 
weight had been lifted off of him.
	Brandon loved it when Ronny told him that his Dad had given his 
penis a name. He called it 'Louie'. And then, when Ronny told him that 
he had named his Dad's penis 'Scooby'. Brandon promptly named his 
'Alexander' (his middle name.)
	Brandon was envious of the relationship that Ronny had with his 
Dad. When they were alone they wore no clothes. Ronny loved being free 
of the restrictiveness of clothing. Brandon didn't like the 
restrictiveness either, but he had to sneak around to do it. Brandon 
had to be careful what he said to his folks. He would get scolded or 
beaten if he said, or did the wrong things. Ronny was able to be open 
with his Dad and to talk about most things.
	One thing that he hadn't talked about with his Dad was the 
divorce between his Mom and Dad. She had decided that she was Gay and 
she found a woman that she started a relationship with. She got a 
divorce from Dad and moved to another town. She still loved Ronny and 
she sent him e-mail at least once a week. But, it still hurt. One night 
he started telling Brandon all of his inner feelings about it and soon 
Brandon was in bed with Ronny and holding him while he talked and 
cried. When they awoke the next morning they were still holding each 
other and Ronny felt so much better for having talked out his feelings.
	On Saturday night they started to have a big campfire, with 
skits, Indian dancing, roasted marshmallows, etc. About half-way 
through it started to rain. It was those BIG heavy drops. Then, they 
heard the thunder. All of the boys went running back to their tribal 
areas and their tents.
	They got dried off and hung their loin cloths up to dry out. They 
lay on their beds and talked for a while, and soon they were asleep.
	Ronny felt Brandon shaking him. Then he saw the flash of 
lightning and the boom of thunder. Brandon was saying, "Ronny, I've got 
to poop!" Ronny told him to go to the latrine and go. The latrine was 
on the other side of the camp from their tent. Brandon didn't want to 
go out in this heavy rain, and the lightning scared him. Ronny had to 
agree that the lightning was pretty scary. (If you can't tell your twin 
brother that you are afraid of the lightning, then who can you tell? 
"Hurry up! I can't hold it much longer! Please help me, Ronny!"
	Ronny rummaged around in his stuff and he found a bag from the 
grocery store that he had brought some things in. He took the stuff out 
of the sack, and then he had Brandon kneel down on the floor. Ronny got 
the bag in Brandon's crotch area and then he got Alexander stuck inside 
the bag and the rest of the bag positioned under his brothers butthole 
and held it up in place. He told his brother to let it go. Just as 
there was a LOUD clap of thunder he did. A loud noise and then a thump 
as his brother's poop landed in the bottom of the bag. And, then he 
heard his brother's pee go in the bag.
	When Brandon was done, he asked Ronny if he had to go. Ronny 
didn't really have to but he wanted to try it. So, they changed 
positions. Ronny managed to get a little poop out and then his pee 
joined his brothers pee in the bottom of the bag. Brandon twisted the 
top of the bag and tied two knots in it.
	Then they both went outside in the rainstorm and threw the bag 
way up under the tent platform. Then, using their soap they washed 
their buttholes since they didn't have any paper. They went back into 
the tent and got dried off. Now, they were cold from the rain and so 
the two brothers got into Ronny's bed together and went to sleep.
	By morning the rain had stopped and the sun was out.
	The next Saturday was the last day of the camp. On Friday night 
before they went to sleep, Brandon took a sharp knife and made a small 
slit in Ronny's left forearm. Then, Ronny made a similar slit in 
Brandon's left forearm. Each brother got some of their own blood on his 
forefinger and then they mixed it into his brothers cut. They each 
raised their right hand and took an oath that from this day forward 
that they would always be blood brothers. Then, they stood up and 
hugged each other and kissed and said "I love you, brother!"
	It was a tearful parting on Saturday. Brandon's parents were 
there. Bright, shiny and beaming. Ronny hoped that the trip had worked. 
Ronny's Dad was there. The parents met each other and then they all 
went off in opposite directions.
	Brandon had to agree that summer camp wasn't so bad after all.
	The brothers e-mailed each other every day. It was the late 
nights in the tent all over again, but by e-mail and by IM. They shared 
everything like blood brothers do.
	In one e-mail Brandon told his brother about using a shopping bag 
to poop in. He said that he had tried it several times but it just 
wasn't the same as it was that night in the tent during the thunder 
storm when he had his brother helping him. Doing it alone didn't work 
right.
	One night, he woke up in the middle of the night and his bed was 
just a little wet. He thought he had woken up just as he started to 
pee. He had to pee pretty badly. He ran into the bathroom and peed. He 
almost didn't make it! He took a towel back to his room with him and 
tried to wipe up the pee. But the bed was still damp. He put the towel 
over the wet spot and went back to sleep.
	That afternoon after school, he e-mailed Ronny about it. It made 
him kind of happy to learn that his twin was having the same problem. 
Ronny had tried setting his alarm clock, he had kept a pail beside the 
bed to pee into, and then Louie started leaking during the day and he 
had tried Maxi-Pads.
	He asked Ronny what he was doing about it now, and he said that 
he was using Maxi-Pads inside his underwear, using the pail beside the 
bed and hoping for the best.
	Brandon tried the pail at night, but his bed was always damp or 
wet in the morning.
	And, then one morning Brandon woke up in a wet bed. His bed was 
soaked! It was like everything that he had ever drunk was in that bed 
with him that morning! He was scared! Very, very scared. And, then his 
Mom came in to get him up and to kiss him before she went off to work. 
She immediately knew that something was wrong! She asked Brandon about 
the wet bed and he started to cry. She took him in her arms and held 
him and kissed him.
	She gently asked for an explanation and Brandon didn't have one. 
She took his temperature and it was normal. He wanted to forget this 
whole thing and to talk to his brother for help. But, that would take 
too long. (And unbeknownst to Brandon, his brother was on his way to 
Elkins because his Grandfather had had a stroke.)
	Mom got an appointment with Dr. Edwards at 4:30 for him to see 
Brandon. Brandon threw everything in the laundry and went to school.
	After school Mom took Brandon to see Dr. Edwards. Brandon went in 
alone to talk to the doctor. Dr. Edwards had him totally undress. Then, 
he looked Brandon all over. He looked in his ears, in his nose, in his 
eyes, all over the inside of his mouth and throat. Then, as much as he 
could, he looked inside of Alexander. Then he had Brandon roll over and 
he looked inside of his butthole. After he had looked at his feet and 
armpits, he had Brandon get dressed. And, then he started talking.
	"Brandon, your problem is puberty. Puberty can be a very mean act 
of nature. You are starting to become a man. Your penis is going to 
start to grow. You've already started growing hair around your penis - 
you're going to grow more hair, as well as in your armpits, arms, legs, 
and chest. And, your voice will start to get deeper. This is a 
complicated process that will take a few years to complete when you 
change from a boy to a man. You are going to experience a number of 
changes and if any of them don't seem right, then come back and talk 
with me. But, right now, I want you mother here when I explain the 
rest."
	He called Mom in, and then talking to both her and Brandon, he 
went on.
	"I've checked Brandon all over. He seems like a perfectly 
healthy, normal boy. Enjoy this boyness while you can because it's soon 
going to be gone. He's embarking on the strange and wonderful journey 
of puberty. And, sometimes the road is a bit rocky as it is now. Not 
everything inside of the body will grow and mature at the same rate and 
quite often bladder control is a victim."
	Mom asked if there was some medicine for it, and the Doctor told 
her 'No'. He recommended diapers, as needed. Both Brandon and Mom were 
shocked! Diapers were for babies and old people!
	"I went through the same thing as a teenager, and I wore diapers 
all of the way into medical school. Even now if I am going to be in the 
operating room, I wear diapers so that I don't have to stop work and 
then wash up again. And, if I have to stop and go pee in the middle of 
an operation, someone could die!
	"This happens to many, many teens. I recommend diapers many times 
a month for teens."
	Mom had a couple of questions and so did Brandon, and then they 
left.
	When Brandon got home he e-mailed his brother about the diapers. 
At the same time Ronny had been writing about his experience with 
diapers. Just as Brandon clicked on 'send', he got his brothers e-mail!
	So, now both of the Foster Twins were wearing diapers night and 
day. Brandon's dad was pissed about it. Mom was OK with it, but Brandon 
had to do his own diaper changes. Ronny's dad was buying Ronny's 
diapers and was changing him quite often. Brandon's mom was buying the 
diapers, but Brandon wanted to change himself.

(to be continued)