MARC AND FRED’S AVENTURES

Chapter 13

Original title: Les aventures de Marc et Fred

Author: Bebemanu ([email protected])

Date: January 2007

Translation: Bebemanu

Date: March 2007

Public: All public

Summarized: A young boy tells, how his mother, put him back in diapers, at 11 years old.

Reproduction and publication, even partial, prohibited without obtaining the preliminary authorization of the author, the translator, and/or the editor.

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It was 7:00am when Camille went up to awake the boys. She started by awaking Marc, and went in Fred’s bedroom who still slept deeply. She approached the bed, knelt, and delicately raised the covers. She tightened her arm and put her hand on the front of Fred’s diaper. Her hand came in contact with Fred pyjama bottoms and she whom been able to realize that his diaper was wet. She moved her hand to put it under Fred’s pyjama jacket of, and started to tickle him slightly all while saying to him:

-Fred... It’s time my darling.

-Mmm...

-Wake up my baby. It’s time to get up to go to the school. She said him continuously to tickle him.

Fred started to twist because of the tickles of his mother. He ends up opening the eyes, and then was turned over. He then saw his mother, knelt beside him, while smiling to him. He looked at her and returned her its smile.

-Hello my darling.

-Hello mom

-You slept well my big baby?

-Yes, too well. And then I didn’t awake in a wet bed.

-I see that... The diaper made its job.

-Yes, because I feel that it’s very hot.

-Get up my big boy and go down taking your breakfast. I will wash you afterwards. Fred rose, slipped on his slippers, and followed his mother. Marc waited in front of the door. Fred noticed that his little brother’s diaper started to hang between his legs. He looked him while smiling, and said to him:

-Hello baby... Your diaper must be quite full to hang like that.

Marc didn’t answer, and was satisfied to smile to Fred. They both went down to the kitchen, where their breakfast awaited them. Camille had prepared to them slices of bread with butter and apricot jam. The boys lunched quietly then they went up in their room. Camille was finishing making Fred’s bed. She turned towards Marc and made him sign to go in the bathroom. Once the bed finished, she joined Marc, stripped him, washed him, and let him leave the bathroom. He was naked and gone back to his room where he got dressed with the clothes that his mother had left to him. Camille called Fred who joined her in the bathroom. She removed him his pyjamas, then his layer. She made it go up in the bath-tub and washed it. Once washed and dried, she made him leave the bathroom so that he will get dressed. Once the boys ready, they went down in the hall, put their shoes, and waited the time to leave to the school. Ten minutes later they left the house for school.

Their day occurred like any other day from school. It was 05:10pm when they came back home. Camille was in the kitchen, and had just prepared to them a collation. The boys settled round table and took their collation. Once this one finished, they took each one their portfolio and went to settle in the living room to do their duties. Claude arrived in his turn.

-Hello everyone, I’m back! He went to kiss Camille who was in the kitchen, then went in the living room.

-Hello boys. You are quite calm...

They answered to their father by a great smile, and he made them a kiss as usually.

-I let to you work... He said them.

He turned over to see Camille and asked to her if she gone to the pharmacy.

-Yes, I went there at the beginning of afternoon.

-And that do they have say to you?

-For clothing, maybe they will call us Friday.

-And for furniture? It’s a little longer. It should take two to three weeks maximum, because it’s manufactured on order.

-Very well. And then nothing presses.

-Yes, as you say.

Claude was going to leave when she said to him:

-I bought two feeding-bottles...

-Feeding-bottles? What for?

-To check what we spoke about.

-Oh yes, it is true! Excuse me my darling, but I was not there any more.

-I see that... She answered while smiling to him.

-Well, I leave you. I go to change clothing, and go to run a little.

-Ok. See you later…

Claude climbed to the first floor in order to go to change clothing and to go to do his jogging. He went down a few minutes later and left the house. The boys finished their duties and arranged their portfolios. Fred went to see his mother in the kitchen.

-Mom.

-Yes my darling?

-What will we eat this evening?

-I make spaghettis bolognaise.

-Cool! I adore that.

-I know my darling.

-Well, I go play a little.

-Fred!

-Yes?

-Go to take your shower now my darling. Like that, it will be done.

-Okay mom. You go up to put a diaper on me afterwards?

Camille stopped net and looked at Fred.

-Fred, what did I say to you?

Fred lowered the head, and, disappointed, answered:

-I know mom... Diapers were just for this weekend and that it was necessary that I wait to have seen the urologist to know if I will be allowed or not to wear diapers back to go to bed.

-Exactly! Therefore, why have you just asked to me whether, afterwards, I would go up to put you in diaper?

-Because I want to wear one. And then I’m fed-up to awake in the morning in soaked bed and pyjamas...

Camille approached Fred who had the tears with the eyes. She took him in her arms, kissed him, and said to him:

-And well my darling, you will not start to cry? She said him while passing her hand in his hair. Fred started to cry and Camille wondered what she was to do. Does she have to reach at the request of her son, or to await the consultation of Wednesday, with the urologist? She was resigned, and said:

-Well, stop crying. I know that it’s not funny to awake in a wet bed. But you remember what Doctor Marchand said? That it would be necessary that you will see him, to know if you don’t have a problem with your bladder, if your enuresis returned.

-I know mo... Mom... Fred answered, the voice strangled of sobs.

-Then, be patient, my darling... Today is Monday evening, and you have appointment Wednesday afternoon.

-Yes, but... I will... still… awake... wet during... 2... days.

-I know honey. But I can nothing.

Fred cried with heats tears and Marc came to see what occurred. He approached his mother and asked:

-Mom, why Fred is crying?

-Because he wants to put a diaper this evening not to awake wet tomorrow morning.

-He’s right mom. Me, why could I put a layer and not Fred?

Camille didn’t know what to answer to what Marc had just said. She started to think that Marc was not completely wrong. As she didn’t answer, Marc added:

-It’s true! Me, I make pee with the bed since always. You removed me my diapers in the same than Fred, and I never stopped making pee with the bed. And now, you put me back in diapers so that I would be with dryness the night. And Fred, him, he doesn’t have the right to wear diapers back because he makes pee with the bed? I don’t understand why.

-Marc, it’s a little more complicated than that my darling.

-No, it’s not more complicated. We both make pee with the bed, and I’m the only one who is allowed to wear diapers back at night? Why?

Camille took Marc by the waist and said to him:

-Marc, do you remember what Doctor Marchand said when we went to see it?

-Yes... That Fred’s enuresis problem could return the day at the following day.

-I didn’t speak about that. But about what he said to you.

-Yes, I remember too. He said that I made pee with the bed because my brain was lazy, and that it didn’t want to hold my bladder.

Camille smiles of the somewhat whimsical explanation of Marc and answered:

-He doesn’t said it that like that, but it is wholesale what that meant.

-I still don’t understand the relationship with Fred.

-Precisely, there is not...

Marc looked at his mother of an interrogative air, and ends up asking:

-What do you mean mom?

-I mean that for you, we know that your problem of pee with the bed is a psychic phenomenon. On the other hand, for

Fred, we don’t know. Being given that he stopped making pee with the bed of the day at the following day, we can’t say if it’s the treatment which really functioned, or if it were a psychic problem as for you.

-It means that we’re not sure that Fred’s brain is not lazy like mine?

-Yes my darling, you understood. Perhaps that Fred has a problem other than psychic. Perhaps that he has a problem with the nerves, or its bladder. It’s what Doctor Marchand had explained. He explained us that as Fred were only 9 years old, its enuresis could come back suddenly towards age of 12 or 13 years old. He said that if such were the case, it would be necessary whereas we come to make examinations. It’s necessary to determine if its enuresis is a physical nature, or psychic.

-Does it mean that my bladder east can be sick? Fred asked, very interested by his mother’s explanations.

-Yes my big boy. It may be that your enuresis is due to a problem with your bladder.

-And it’s for that that it’s not necessary that I wear diapers to sleep?

-No, I don’t think. But Doctor Marchand had explained that if your enuresis came back, you didn’t have to wear diapers before he didn’t see you.

-Ah yes, it’s true. I remember now. But while waiting, it’s not him who awakes in a wet bed each morning!

-I know honey, and I understand you. But what else can I do?

-To put me in diapers and say nothing to Doctor Marchand.

She knelt down and took Fred in her arms while saying to him:

-Listen to me my big baby... If that were due to only me, you would already have a diaper on your buttocks. But you have to understand that I’m not alone. There is Doctor Marchand on a side and dad on the other side. And I don’t want to dispute with dad to have put you back in diapers, if it doesn’t agree with me about the situation.

-Can’t you ask him what he thinks about it?

-Of course yes, I can! And it’s besides what I will do as soon as he will be backing home from its jogging. But I can’t promise anything to you my darling.

-Ok mom... Fred answered, the eyes reddened by the tears.

-Let’s go! Go to take a shower! Big baby... She said to him by kissing him and by giving him a slap on his butt.

Fred moved towards the staircase then was turned over.

-Mom!

-Yes my darling?

-Can I take a bath?

-Yes, if you want.

-Yeah! Cool! Thank you.

-Go up, big baby!

Camille was going to come in the kitchen when Marc asked her:

-Mom! Can I go in the bath with Fred?

Camille looked at Marc with a surprised air, and then answered him:

-But Marc, you passed the age to take your bath with your brother!

-But Fred sometimes takes his bath with Charly!

-It’s not similar my darling. Fred and Charly are like two twin brothers, and they have the same age.

-Please mom...

-Listen to me my darling. You’re 9 years old, and at 9 years old, we take our bath alone. And perhaps then Fred doesn’t want to take his bath with you.

-And well we just have to ask it to him!

Marc run towards the stairs and called:

-Fred!

Fred who was on the stage answered:

-What is there?

-Can I come to take my bath with you?

Fred thought a few moments, and ends up answering:

-You’re shitting Marc!

-Please!

-Ok! Come on...

-Yeah, super! He exclaimed.

He run towards the kitchen and said to his mother:

-Mom! Fred is ok for me to go to take my bath with him!

Camille smiles to her little boy and finished by answering him:

-Then, go in the bath!

Marc left his mother with the preparation of the meal. He run in the stairs, and was climbing the steps two by two and arrived in the bathroom where already his brother was.

-And you don’t do silly things! Ok?

-Ok... Marc answered.

Fred closed the stopper of the bath-tub then made the water run.

-Let’s go… We will come back in 10 minutes.

-You don’t put any foam bath?

-I’ll do afterwards. If not, it will have too much foam.

Fred went in his room and Marc followed him. Fred opened his cupboard and left his pyjamas. He put it on his bed then went to close again the doors of his cupboard. At this moment, his eyes were posed on the case of diapers which was in the bottom of its cupboard. He left it and looked at the diapers and the plastic pants which were above. Marc approached him and said:

-Perhaps that dad and mom will decide to diaper you this evening.

-I hope, because I’m really fed up to awake in a wet bed each morning.

-Yes, it’s true that it’s not funny.

-It’s cold, it sticks, it pricks and it scrapes.

-Yes... And then that doesn’t smell good

-Yes.

Fred took a diaper and looked at it more closely. Marc looked Fred by understanding what he could think and feel.

-Perhaps you could put on one diaper once that mom came to wish you a good night. Marc said.

-No. Because if she realizes it, she will never want anymore that I put diapers, and she will punish me.

-I hadn’t thought of it.

Fred stripped himself and sat down, just in undies, on his bed. He always contemplated this diaper and his eyes said so long things on his desire to put one of them.

-Fred.

-Yes?

-You really make pee with the bed?

-Yes! Why? Fred asked, very astonished by his brother’s question.

-Like that...

-No, I don’t make pee with the bed to wear diapers.

-Ok.

Marc stripped himself in his turn then sat down beside his brother.

-You you don’t care. This evening you will sleep with a diaper, and you will not awake tomorrow morning in a wet bed.

-Yes, I know... Marc answered.

-Well… Let’s go in the bath! Fred said while rising up.

Fred moved towards Marc’s room and put the diaper on his brother’s bed.

-Why do you put it on my bed? Marc asked.

-I do this because like that, mom will have no questions if she goes up and that she opens my cupboard.

-Oh ok. So if she asks why it’s unfolded, I will say that it’s me who did it.

-Thank you Marc.

The boys came in the bathroom, and Fred poured a little foam bath in the bath-tub. Two minutes later, he

Turned the water off and said:

-It’s ready!

He removed his undies, and slipped into water. Marc removed his undies too, opened one of the drawers of the closet, left the few toys which they contained, launched them in water, and joined Fred in the bath-tub.

Marc and Fred were in the bath-tub since a good half hour when Claude came back home. He went in the kitchen where Camille was always spirit to prepare the dinner. He kissed her in the neck, and said to her:

-All is ok my darling?

-Yes very well.

-Are the boys in their room?

-No, they are in the bath.

-Both?

-Yes, both. Marc broke asked to his brother to take a bath with him.

-Oh, I see! It’s not a problem.

-Yes I know.

Claude sat down and took back his breath quietly. Camille posed its knife and sat down opposite him.

-It doesn’t seem to be ok. Claude said.

-No, all is ok. But a few moments ago Fred asked to me whether, after the bath, I went up to put him in diaper.

-I see...

-I answered him that it was necessary that he waits to have seen the urologist to know if, yes or not, he will wear diapers back at night.

-And what did he said to you?

-That he knew but that he was fed up to awake in a wet bed every morning.

-Yes, I well want to believe it.

-But it’s what Marc said who made me think more about all this.

-Ah? And what Marc said?

-He has point out me quite simply that he makes wee with the bed too, and that he didn’t see why he would have the right to wear diapers to sleep and not Fred.

-Unfortunately, he’s not wrong.

-Yes, it’s what I said myself. And I wanted first to see this problem with you before going up to see Fred.

-And what do you think it’s better to do?

-I think that it’s necessary to follow the instructions of Dr. Marchand.

-Yes, I agree with you. But we will warn once that Fred will have seen the urologist. I don’t want him to have bad results at school because of his enuresis.

-Yes, entirely ok with you.

-Well, as they are in the bath-tub, the shower is free. Then I go to take a shower.

-Ok my darling.

-You want me to talk about this with Fred?

-Yes, please.

-Ok, I go up to talk with my big baby.

Claude went up on the floor, and took what to get dressed in the cupboard. Without making noises, he came in the bathroom and discovered his two boys, spirit playing in water. Claude smiled and thought that they were right well to benefit from their childhood. Although Fred’s behaviour had changed a lot since his entry in the college, he arrived to him from time to time to behave like an 11 year old child, and not as a teenager that he wasn’t yet.

-Everything is ok, boys? Claude asked.

Marc and Fred, who hadn’t heard their father coming, were surprised when he asked them this question. Fred hastened to hide the toy which he had in the hand. Claude who, obviously saw it, said to him:

-Fred... You know my big boy; you don’t have to have to be ashamed to play with your brother in the bath. You’re only 11 years old. And it’s normal to play in the bath at your age. Personally, I played in the bath until almost 14 years old.

-Oh, really daddy? Fred asked to him.

-Of course my darling. You could ask granny and grandpa, and you will see what they will answer you.

-Ok, I will ask them. He answered by bringing out its toy of water.

-Fred...

-Yes dad?

-I just have spoken with mom from the fact what you asked her a few moments ago.

Fred didn’t answer and was satisfied to lower the head. Claude approached the bath-tub and said:

-You know honey; it’s not cheerfulness of heart that we let you sleep without diapers. Perhaps you have a problem with your bladder. And the urologist had been clearly on this subject.

-I know dad... Fred answered sadly.

-Listen to me my darling. With mom, we decided to wait after tomorrow to take our decision. Once that you will have seen the urologist, I promise to you that we will do all so that you could be able to have quiet nights. And I also said to mom that it was out of question that I let your enuresis feel on your schooling.

-What does it mean daddy?

-It means that I don’t you to spend bad nights, and that you had bad results at school because of that. You know, when I was in the college, I had a buddy in your case. His parents didn’t put him anymore diapers because they said that he wasn’t a baby anymore. And well, he slept so much badly that he ended up having bad marks and bad results, and that he almost failed to redouble its 8^th grade. Then I don’t want that it arrives to you this kind of things.

-Ok daddy! Fred answered having found back his smile.

Obviously, he had understood his father’s message which. Not occupying himself of the presence of his father, he recovered to play with his little brother. Claude smiled to see his two boys playing in the bath as would do it two children of 4 or 5 years old. Claude stripped himself and slipped into the shower cubicle. He brought out ten minutes later, after having lengthily rested himself under water. Claude got dressed and went back towards the bath-tub.

-Still playing the frogs? He asked while smiling.

-Yes dad! Marc answered.

Fred was satisfied to smile to his father who made him a wink.

-Perhaps it would be necessary to think to get out of there, my darlings.

-Ok daddy... Fred answered.

-Well, I leave you, I go down to see mom.

Claude left the bathroom, leaving his two boys in bath-tub. A few minutes later, Fred rose while saying:

-Well, me I get out because the water starts to be cold.

-Yes, I get out too. Marc said.

Fred left water, dried and tightened the towel to his little brother. He was going to leave the bathroom when Marc said to him:

-Hey! Wait me!

-You don’t need me to dry yourself. I go to dress myself. Joining the gesture to the word, Fred opened the door of the bathroom, left and was going to his room when he ridged in his mother who had just gone up.

-And well my treasure, look in front of you. She said him.

-Sorry mom, I hadn’t seen you.

-I realized it... She answered him while smiling. I went up to say to you that it was time to leave the bath.

-It’s done...

-Do your brother left the bath too?

-Yes mom... I left! Marc answered.

Camille leaned to kiss Fred and said to him:

-You will catch cold to stay naked. Come with me…

She took him in her arms and brought him in his room. She posed Fred on the bed and said him while smiling:

-Well, I will equip my little boy...

Fred was satisfied to smile to his mother and let himself do. Camille took the pyjamas that Fred had left and posed on his chair, and then she returned towards the bed. She unfolded the pyjama’s bottom and said to him:

-Put your feet in the holes, that I thread your trousers to you. If not, your little wee wee will fly away.

-Mom! Stop joking! Fred answered while laughing.

-What? But yes! If you don’t hide it, it’s likely to fly away.

-But not! I’m not a baby any more, mom. I well know that it can’t fly away.

-Oh, really? You are not a baby anymore?

-Yes.

-Then can you explain me why you spent two days with a diaper on the buttocks?

-Because I wanted it. Fred answered while smiling.

-It’s well what I say; you’re a big baby...

Camille was going to thread his pyjama’s jacket to him when Fred asked her timidly:

-Mom...

-Yes my darling?

-I know that I’m not allowed to wear diapers, but can I put an onsie under my pyjama?

-But why do you want to put an onsie my darling?

-Because like that, that will give me the impression to wear a diaper, and then I would be less cold this night.

-Ah... You were cold last night?

-Yes, a little.

-Remark, with time that it makes outside, I am not astonished. I said it to dad, because even me I was cold last night. Camille looked at Fred with a great smile and said to him:

-Well, it’s ok!

-Cool! Thank you mom!

Camille moved towards the cupboard, and left an onsie for Fred. She came back near him, opened the onsie, and threaded it to him.

-Ouah! Moreover, it’s a real body...

-Yes, exactly babies ones, but white and in your size. I bought it this week.

She descended the onsie until the Fred waist, and then pulled down his pyjama’s bottom. She raised the head towards Fred and said to him while laughing:

-Ah yes, you were right. It didn’t fly away...

-I know that I was right... I’m not a baby anymore. I know what it is used for.

-Oh, really? But everybody knows it. A wee wee is made to make pee.

-But not... Fred answered to his mother while smiling.

-How that not?

-No, that is not used only for that...

Camille looked at his son with an interrogative air asked:

-It is not used only for that?

-No... Fred answered.

-Then what other thing is it used for? She asked.

Fred doesn’t know very well how to answer to his mother. He became red scarlet and ends up saying:

-To make babies...

Camille suddenly became serious. She went to close the door and came back towards Fred. She knelt and closed the onsie between the legs of her son, and then pulled up his pyjama’s bottom. She sat down on the bed and made sit down Fred. Camille didn’t know how to approach the thing, because she didn’t imagine that her son can already know this kind of things. Fred guessed his mother’s embarrassment and broke silence.

-You know mom, I’m not anymore 5 years old, and I’m to the college. And at the college, there are science lessons.

-And they teach you that in science?

-Yes, why? You didn’t learn it?

-Of course yes I learnt it, but I didn’t remember anymore that we learned it so early. And then it’s true that you are not anymore 5 years old.

-And then you know mom, we speak about it between us with my buddies. Especially with Charly.

-And well... Definitely, it will be necessary that I agree to return to me to the obviousness. You’re not anymore a little boy.

-Yes mom...

-But you stay a big baby nevertheless! She said while laughing.

Camille leaned towards Fred, kissed him, and said:

-Well, you rise that I finish dressing you. Big baby...

Fred rose and let his mother thread him his pyjama’s jacket. Once that it was done, she opened the door and said:

-Well! Where is my little baby boy?

She moved towards Marc’s room and came in. Marc was sat on his bed, and waited until his brother arrives.

-You dressed yourself, honey? His mother asked.

-Yes mom.

-You don’t have cold?

-Not, it’s ok.

-Very well. Fred sat down beside his brother and said:

-Marc, we play console?

-If you want.

-Ok. Then we make a part of FIFA.

-Ok!

-In this case, I leave you. I go back to my kitchen... See you later my darlings.

-See you later mom. They answered in chorus.

Camille caught the diaper which was on Marc’s bed, put it on the convenient one while leaving, and then went down to finish preparing the meal.

The boys a crazy football matches on the console. They laughed their respective exploits, while making are silly boys. During this time, Camille came to finish preparing the meal which would be ready in a few minutes. She went to join Claude in the living room.

-You want an aperitif my darling?

-Yes, I want a whisky please.

-I bring this to you in a few minutes.

Camille took two glasses, in which she poured an amount of Hankey Bannister. She went to the fridge, and came back with ice rocks. She put two ice rocks in each glass, then sat down beside Claude all while tightening his glass to him.

-Thank you darling.

-Tell me... What do we do then for Fred this evening?

-I don’t know. What do you think about it?

-Marc’s remark made me much think in a direction, but I prefer to conform so what Doctor Marchand said me by phone.

-Very well, in this case, I line up in your opinion.

They drank their aperitif quietly, and then called the boys so that they come to dine. Once the dinner finished, the boys had right to look at a movie. To the advertising pause, Camille went up to see them and said to them that it was time to go to bed. The boys went to the toilets then returned in Marc’s room. Camille diapered Marc for the night, bordered him, made him a kiss, and then wished a good night to him. She drew the door behind her and accompanied Fred to his room. –Let’s go my darling. It’s bed time!

-Mom...

-Yes my darling?

-Tomorrow evening, could we go to eat at Mc Donalds?

-We will see, my darling. Lay down, that I border you.

Fred slipped into his bed and waited until his mother borders him, and makes him a kiss.

-Good night mom.

-Good night my darling. And don’t worry if tomorrow you awake in a wet bed.

-Ok mom...

Camille kissed Fred, turned the light off, and then drew the door behind her. Claude had just gone up and said:

-I turned off the TV and lights.

-Very well. Like that, I don’t have to go down again. They came in their room, were stripped, and then gone to the bed.

They didn’t need a long time to fall asleep, both by their working day. Marc already slept with closed fists, while Fred fell asleep while thinking of its appointment, Wednesday, with the urologist. He wondered whether Doctor Marchand would let him diapers back at night... It’s with this question without answer that he fell asleep...