Part Four

	He decided to take the initiative and call Melyssa the following 
day. For the first time in almost a year he had a conversation with a 
girl on the phone that was over an hour long. It was exciting and 
relieving to be back in the dating scene. They talked from the silliest 
of things and laughed, and in another instant they were discussing 
serious feelings and both seemed to agree with each other's 
perspective. After the long conversation was finally over, his neck was 
stiff. It was so stiff that it felt amazingly good and powerful. He 
remembered the ache well, and finally it had returned to him.
	Joseph ended up cashing in on a huge poker pot, winning well over 
$100. Finally his poker playing had turned around. Melyssa's long black 
hair was his good luck charm, and when he thought about it 
specifically, the showdown always turned to his side. Later, he had 
gambled and lost about $40.00, and feeling emotionally beat, he finally 
called the poker games off for the evening. He still had made quite a 
lot of money for a 16-year-old poker player, so his rage was somewhat 
settling when he looked into his bankroll. It was now time to pay off 
some of his past debts.
	He had a few hours to waste in his house and thought often about 
his problems. They seemed to be turning around, but of course, he was 
still indulging in his behavior. He had a job and was finally winning 
some poker games. Maybe his winnings would stop him from using credit 
cards. Hopefully, he thought, his dream was purely coincidental. If 
not, he would surely be punished. Maybe he would become ill. Maybe he 
would even be caught with stolen credit cards and taken to court for 
his illegal behavior. Whatever it was, he hoped that nothing bad would 
happen. It was clear that he had given up on his quest.
	His sister Laura, a 17-year-old brunette, was interested in stage 
plays and often attended shows with her girlfriends, usually eating a 
dinner during their outing. In an attempt to relate to her little 
brother, she had given him a free ticket to a show she was seeing so 
they could watch it together. Despite her intentions for inviting 
Joseph, her other friends would be attending as well. As the dark skies 
loomed overhead, they were on a short drive to the dinner theater.
	"So... how have you been, Laura?" a cute blond asked her. She was 
driving comfortably, looking out into the road through the two dice 
that hung from her rearview mirror. She had a yellow shirt that looked 
great with her blue pants, which gave her a warm, spring, healthy 
appearance. Her white bra strap was evident and hanging over her 
shoulder, as it wasn't perfectly lined up with her shirt strap. She 
glanced in her rearview mirror it to hear Laura's response.
	"Oh, I've been good... a little tired, but good," Laura said.
	"Who do we have with you? Is this your baby brother?" she asked 
with flirty passion. Joseph glanced up and blushed a little bit. He was 
easily humiliated by women, especially when they babied him or 
considered him a baby. Luckily, it wasn't often.
	"Yeah... I'm her brother," he choked up. He looked to the 
driver's seat and saw her respond with a smile, as if she knew 
something he didn't.
	"Laura kept saying she was going to bring her baby brother. All 
of us thought you'd be a little baby in a car seat," she said in a 
perky tone. "I *lovvvvvve* little babies," she added. Joseph choked out 
a weak chuckle to acknowledge the blonde's comment.
	"Oh, I'm Katie. Jamie's wearing the cat shirt... she likes 
kitties or something, that is Kristen, and Michelle is sitting right 
next to you," she said. Joseph looked over at Michelle, and she did the 
same thing. She made a smile, and he reciprocated.
	They arrived at the theater and stood in the back of the dark 
room, waiting to exchange their tickets. The 4 girls and Joseph finally 
proceeded to the stage and were looking for tables. They were slightly 
late and the show was near full. There were only 2 tables left, one 
suitable for four and one suitable for two. The girls were discussing 
where they should sit. Joseph didn't add much, still feeling slightly 
out of place with the new girls. Michelle, with her dark brown hair, 
glanced through it and looked into my eyes, glanced a smile, and added 
to the conversation.
	"I want to sit with the baby," she said.
	"The baby?" Laura questioned.
	"Oh... your little brother... "And so it was settled. The three 
girls sat at the table of four while Michelle and Joseph sat at the 
table of two.
	"How are you?" she said in amazing tonal expression.
	"I'm okay... heh," he said, still feeling inferior by her baby 
comment.
	The lights dimmed and it seemed as if the performance was going 
to begin. Michelle was sitting horizontally across from Joseph, 
slightly closer to the stage, so he took the opportunity to watch the 
side of her face. She was so delicate, he thought, so fragile. It seems 
that if she slips she would break into a million pieces, sparkling like 
the beauty of a diamond. She was petite and as complex as a gorgeous 
creature could be. The show was on Michelle, not the performers. He 
thought of Melyssa but quickly pushed her out of his head.
	The show was moderately interesting, but the fantasies of his 
mind were much more fascinating. He was in a haze of nervousness, 
excitement, arousal, and embarrassment all because of the "babysitter" 
that was sitting across from him. Maybe she had some sort of attraction 
to him. He sat at the table thinking hard about her dressed in leather 
with her dark hair flowing, gazing into his eyes with the power of a 
laser, melting his innards with lust and overwhelming beauty.
	The presentation was quite long and at the end of Act III the 
curtains had closed. They would remain closed for a good half an hour 
while people ate their desserts. It was officially on intermission as 
the four girls ate delicious cakes and whipped creams. Michelle stood 
up abruptly.
	"Come on... come outside with me!" she pleaded.
	"Well... why?" he responded, dumbfounded.
	"Let's talk or something... I want to get away from the crowd for 
a little while," she said in a whining fashion, but undeniably sexy.
	"Uhhh... okay, but let me use the bathroom," he stammered, 
completely panicking at the thought of watching the stars, alone, with 
her.
	"Do you need a diaper?" she giggled. Joseph immediately choked 
and stood rigid. He was intensely humiliated.
	"Oh, I'm sorry... that was stupid, wasn't it? I'm soooo sorry," 
she pleaded again. "I always take things too far," she complained about 
herself. "That REALLY wasn't funny, was it? Oh, come out with me 
anyways," she begged a last time.
	He used the bathroom and she escorted him outside to the back of 
the building. It was late at night and the area was almost completely 
pitch black. He could see Michelle's facial expressions, but not much 
more. Being completely nervous around her, he took out a cigarette from 
his pocket and lit it up, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction 
from her. Apparently she didn't mind.
	Michelle grabbed his hand and influenced him to sit down with his 
back against the building. She continued to hold his hand. Completely 
scared, and slightly confused, he looked at her as if to question her.
	"Put the cigarette out," she asked.
	"Why?" he replied, even more confused.
	"I .. uhh... I � I kind of want to ... to � kiss you." she said 
nervously.
	In what seemed like hours, he spent a second contemplating her 
request. He thought about Melyssa and how he liked her so dear. He 
remembered that they were going steady and that kissing Michelle would 
be a terrible, terrible thing to do. It was the hardest decision he had 
to make. In the end he had no idea why he reacted the way he did, but 
he gave Michelle a passionate, open-mouth kiss.

Part Five

	The next couple weeks Joseph spent most of his time with Melyssa. 
He had not seen Michelle since the night of the show. Every time he saw 
Melyssa his heart fluttered. His legs would still stiffen up and his 
stomach rolled around in knots whenever he saw her at the beginning of 
their nights together. She smelled so amazingly sweet that he was madly 
in love with her scent. They grew amazingly close and the relationship 
progressed into new levels.
	She was sprung out on the couch, laying in Joseph's arms and lap. 
Joseph cradled her, and she lay in him as if he were a shell. The 
gorgeous teenage girl was relaxed and content, her arms resting towards 
her chest. She was dead asleep, breathing slowly and deeply. Joseph had 
his eyes closed, just enjoying the moment in a relaxed haze. They were 
alone in her basement. Their couch sat against a middle wall just 
around the corner from the staircase. They felt secure and isolated.
	As Melyssa was dreaming, the unimaginable happened. Joseph's 
pants slowly darkened with tint as it absorbed moisture. His pants 
began to flood with warm urine. His boxers stuck to his skin as the 
urine flooded out, running down his leg and crotch. Melyssa adjusted 
her position, gaining awareness, and slightly raised her head in 
confusion. The warm urine had flown to Melyssa's skin as she quickly 
felt the warmth.
	"What's going on?" she asked, confused and stimulated. Joseph was 
in too much of a daze to respond. He was scared to death as he found 
out he wet his pants while Melyssa was lying inside of him. Melyssa was 
still very sleepy and she quickly realized what had happened.
	"What the hell is going on?" she said, now angered.
	"I... I... don't know," he stammered, about ready to have a heart 
attack.
	"You fucking peed yourself... I absolutely can't believe it," she 
said, annoyed and disgusted. Joseph turned dark red in embarrassment. 
The gorgeous teenage girl jumped out of her cradle and glared at Joseph 
right in the eyes. "Do you have absolutely ANYTHING to say about this?" 
she stammered. Joseph didn't respond.
	"Get up..." she said angrily. He did just that. "Come with me," 
she whined as she grabbed his hand. She pulled him up the stairs 3/4 of 
the way before letting him go. She walked up the rest of the way and 
looked for her parents. The path was clear. "Come on... hurry up!" she 
whined again.
	She led him by the hand, like a toddler who had just peed himself 
on accident, to her upstairs bedroom. A few bras and some female 
underwear was scattered on the floor. The presence of a young girl was 
clearly evident as she brought the urinated boy in.
	"I'm ... I'm so sorry Melyssa," he practically cried. It fell on 
deaf ears as she left the room for a few moments. She came back with a 
pair of boxers.
	"Here... these are my brother's. Just give them back and he'll 
never know". She tossed the boxers to him. "And put these on... he 
never uses them," she said as she gave him a pair of black and white 
pajamas.
	"These are pajamas... your parents are going to ask..." Joseph 
said confidently.
	"Yeah, just leave through the window, and I'll drive you home," 
she said.
	"You're going to take me home?" he asked in fear.
	"Yeah, this is disgusting. I'm going to take a shower first... 
you can go do something, anything, I don't care," she said meanly. She 
was clearly very angry, as expected.
	"Melyssa, please wait," he pleaded as she was leaving the room. 
She stopped at the door, ran her hand through her bangs and pushed them 
out of her face, and then looked at him. She saw a boy who had peed his 
pants like a toddler, or better yet, a baby. She was nervous and 
clearly very stressed out.
	"I have no idea what happened, I swear," he said, tears welding 
in his eyes. He felt like he was losing her for good. Melyssa paused.
	"Jesus... do you know what you just DID?!?!?!" she asked, amazed.
	"I know, I'm so scared Melyssa. I have no idea what happened," he 
said, finally breaking into tears. He sniffled and wiped his eyes as 
his cheeks became wet. Melyssa noticed his gleaming cheeks. She shut 
the door and walked towards her bed, right where Joseph was standing. 
She sat down and clutched his hand. She gently squeezed it to show that 
she still had feelings for him.
	"Alright... just relax, but I really need to get out of these 
clothes," she said sweetly. She left the room and Joseph proceeded to 
dry himself off. He took his clothes off and dried off with a towel. He 
put the foreign boxers on, feeling very strange.
	Joseph lay down on her soft bed while she showered off the piss 
on her skin. He was trying to calm himself down from the rush that had 
just overwhelmed him. As he put his head down on her pillow he smelled 
the sweet remains of her soaps and lotions that she often used on her 
face. It was so delicious it made him sick.
	She came out of the shower dressed with her hair pulled up to 
keep it from getting wet. She took her clip out and let her beautiful 
black hair fall down. Joseph gazed at her in pure astonishment. It was 
a bittersweet feeling as he remembered his urination accident earlier. 
He showered as Melyssa cleaned up the couch and pillows. Once she was 
finished, she waited in her room for Joseph to come out. As he exited 
the steamy bathroom, Melyssa's mother saw him.
	"Why did you use the shower?" Nancy asked, confused.
	"Oh... I spilled a whole can of soda on myself," he blushed.
	"Oh no! Do you need some clothes or anything?" she offered.
	"Melyssa's got it covered, but thanks� and sorry," he apologized.
	He entered Melyssa's room and saw her lying on her stomach with 
her hand on her chin. He walked around the bed and sat in a chair right 
next to it. Melyssa looked at him with her large green eyes and said 
nothing. She continued looking at him, as if studying him.
	"What?" Joseph asked.
	"Oh nothing".
	"No really, what are you thinking?"
	"Well, I'm still pretty upset," she said. Her green eyes moved 
down to the sheets on her bed as she spoke. "I don't really know what 
to say, that was pretty terrible".
	"I know, but I had no control, it just kind of happened," he 
responded.
	"That's what scares me. How do I know it won't happen again?" 
Melyssa said sadly. Joseph looked down and knew he had no answer. A 
short silence took place before Melyssa added to the conversation.
	"I think we're going to have to take a break," she continued, 
"until we can figure something out". Joseph's eyes spoke sadly as his 
tears grew in the corners of his eyes.
	"Alright, Melyssa, I'm really sorry."
	"I know you are... you can still call me though. I just don't 
want to get so close."
	"But I really, really like you," he whimpered. Melyssa said 
absolutely nothing. "I can't believe I fucking ruined it again," he 
yelled.
	"Please, calm down," Melyssa pleaded.
	"NO. I always ruin it with girls. I knew I'd fuck it up. I'm 
sorry Melyssa, but you can't expect much more from somebody like 
myself," he grouched.
	"No, you are a great person," Melyssa said, stressed out and on 
the verge of tears. A stream of tears ran down Joseph's face.
	"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," he cried. "I'll call you, I 
promise. Please, just let me still talk to you," he irrationally 
begged.
	"I will answer, I promise," she said. And with that Joseph gave 
her an enormous hug, looked in her eyes one last time, and left her 
room. He drove home in his black pajamas and cried. He had no idea why 
the events had happened. He decided not to call his love until he had 
an idea that would get his trust back with Melyssa. He thought that she 
saw him as a dog who simply couldn't be house trained.

Part Six

	It was late in the morning as Joseph woke up from his sleep. He 
sat up from under his covers, pulled up the blinds, and looked out his 
window to see nothing but dark, gray clouds and raindrops dripping down 
the outside of the glass. He opened his window to hear the beautiful 
rain dropping on the ground. He thought of Melyssa and felt the rain 
was symbolic of his tears.
	He put on a pair of dark blue pajama bottoms and proceeded into 
the living room. The house was desolate with his parents being at work 
and Laura nowhere to be found. The room was filled with smoky light as 
the uncomfortable aura of the storm diffused through the windows. He 
walked with his head down to the large, glass sliding door that led 
into the backyard. He slid the door open and walked out into the rain.
	Feeling the cold drops fall onto his naked back, his memory was 
instantly poisoned. He remembered sitting in the luscious green yard 
with Melyssa. Her green eyes blended in beautifully with the 
surroundings. The trees were flowing with young and healthy leaves and 
the dark shades from the branches created cracks in the stone-path 
walkway.
	But now the yard was filled with smoky grains of light with a 
sense of despair in the air. The cement bench, which once held the slim 
female, was desolate and wet, leaking raindrops from the ledges. The 
memories were gone and seemed they would be gone forever. It was 
astonishingly painful as he sat against the house and cried.
	The next week he had not even called Melyssa. He was determined 
to make it up to his love before talking to her again. He spent 
everyday thinking of all the fun times they once had together. His 
stomach ached with butterflies as he remembered specific details and 
conversations with her. Sometimes he remembered the sweet way she 
smelled and felt like throwing up.
	He ended up quitting his job only 4 days after the urination 
incident. He felt the job wasn't very important to him since he had 
collected a couple of credit cards from carbon receipt copies when he 
rang up customers. He decided to make quick, unauthorized purchases 
from library computers. He was clearly angry with himself and the 
world, falling downward and downward without Melyssa.
	The world was going nowhere for Joseph, and so he dedicated many 
hours thinking and worrying about his bladder control. He knew that he 
would make any sacrifice in the world if it meant he could touch 
Melyssa's soft skin again. He spent night after night dreaming about 
her as soon as he finally fell asleep in the wee-hours of the morning. 
And then, out of nowhere, an idea struck. He knew he had to do 
something extreme to get his girl back. It was absurd and bizarre, but 
it was an idea.
	Nervously, he walked through the aisles of the grocery store with 
a hand basket. It was 9:30 PM and the store was very clear of 
customers. He breathed hard and tried to actually contemplate what he 
was going to do for a girl. He wanted to roll up and die with 
embarrassment as he neared the personal health isle. He turned into the 
isle and walked stiffly to the adult brief department.
	He stopped in front of a wide selection of disposable adult 
briefs. His eyes were glazed in fear as he knew what had to be done. He 
quickly searched the shelves for a size adequate for his waist. The 
first pack of briefs that contained the medium sizing was taken and put 
into the basket. His heart throbbed and his adrenaline pumped as he was 
doing the unordinary. He walked quickly to the self-checkout and bagged 
his briefs. In an instant he was out of the store.
	He drove home with the package in the passenger's seat and snuck 
it through his window into his room. He spent the next 10 minutes in 
his room analyzing the objects that he planned on wearing. He noticed 
the amazing similarities to a baby diaper as he pulled the first one 
out of the package. He unfolded it and noticed the bulky protection of 
the diaper. He felt strange, sick, and just plain idiotic, but he took 
off his pants and boxers to put it on.
	He stood in front of the mirror and watched in self-pity as he 
diapered himself. He put the diaper between his legs, pulled it up, and 
continued to strap it around his waist. It was awkward because he had 
never worked with a diaper before. He felt an amazing sense of self 
defeat, but quickly reminded himself that his desperate attempt at 
making Melyssa feel more comfortable would work perfectly.
	He redressed and grabbed a phone to proceed to call Melyssa. 
Wearing a diaper, he dialed her number.
	"Hello?" a girl's voice asked in a low, unmotivated pitch.
	"Hi. Can I talk to Melyssa?"
	"Joseph???" she choked.
	"Melyssa?"
	"I've really missed you," she said depressingly.
	"I've missed you, too"
	"You were supposed to call me," she whined.
	"I know, I had to figure some things out," he replied. "Are you 
sick? Your voice sounds different."
	"Ohhhhhh... no. I'm just really lonely," she said, her voice 
shaky and fragile.
	"I'm really sorry," he said once more.
	"Oh, it's ok, I'm just glad you called," she said. Secretly, 
Melyssa was crying, as her green eyes rained droplets.
	"Melyssa, I've been thinking, and �" he stopped.
	"What is it?"
	"Do you mind if we take a drive together?" he questioned. "I mean 
if you are still mad at �".
	"I think we should," she sputtered.
	The storm had moderately blown over and was on recess, only 
sprinkling lightly. He drove to the secluded land where her house stood 
and pulled into her wet driveway. He looked at the front door through 
the windshield wipers and tiny droplets. Melyssa had been waiting for 
him and skipped through the rain to his car. She entered the car and 
immediately filled it with amazing scent.
	"Hey Joseph," she said happily, yet awkwardly.
	"Hey," he replied.
	They drove far away into the mountains. Joseph finally turned off 
from the dark mountain road onto a large dirt pull off and scenic stop. 
He took a tiny dirt road into a small canyon that held a dark, moving 
river. He continued driving off into complete seclusion. They were 
sheltered through the large trees and away from humanity by the large, 
crowded canyon wall. He pulled into the furthest dirt path and parked 
in a small square that was about 15 feet from the river's bank.
	Melyssa was intrigued by the mysterious and gothic location. The 
early evening was strangely dark because of the stormy gray clouds that 
loomed overhead. Tiny droplets gathered on the windshield as he opened 
his door and got out with Melyssa. He took her by the hand to the bank 
of the river and sat on a stone. They could see the water moving and 
the drops of water scratching the surface of the river. Melyssa felt 
abnormally comfortable in such an uneasy setting.
	"I come here a lot," Joseph said.
	"Since when?"
	"Since we last saw each other". Melyssa grew quiet again. "Have 
you been doing ok?" he asked sensitively.
	"Yeah, I guess so, but I feel dead inside"
	"Me too," he replied. Melyssa just continued to look at the 
running water.
	"Which river is this?" she asked
	"I'm not sure"
	"Oh," she said, sounding disappointed.
	"It can be our river," he offered. She didn't respond. "I have 
something to tell you, Melyssa," he said weakly. His heart was out of 
control and his stomach churned in circles. If it wouldn't have been so 
cool out, his face would've flushed.
	"What is it?" she asked curiously.
	He sat there as he gathered the courage to tell her. He suddenly 
felt insecure about his decision and ultimately pessimistic.
	"Joseph?" she questioned.
	"Just look," he responded as he looked down to his pants.
	"What?"
	He slowly unbuttoned his pants in front of her. Melyssa grabbed 
his hand and stopped him.
	"No, don't do this. I don't know what you are thinking but just 
take me home, please," she said meanly.
	"No, just look," he said as he unzipped his pants and exposed his 
bulky crotch to her. Melyssa took a second to process the significance 
of his crotch. She clearly noticed his undergarment and slowly raised 
her chin up to his eye level in a questioning facial expression.
	"You're wearing a diaper??" she asked curiously.
	"I know, it's embarrassing."
	"What made you put a diaper on?" she questioned in her 
accustomed, beautiful voice.
	"It's just... this way, you can... you know, trust me," he 
mumbled out. Melyssa touched his diaper with her index finger. Her 
fingernail was polished baby blue. She looked across the riverbanks and 
exhaled a confused laugh.
	"You're really funny," she said, feeling relaxed. "I think it's 
kind of sweet. But I don't know what my friends would think if they 
knew I dated a boy in diapers," she smiled.
	"Ohhhhh, you better not," he said.
	"Oh, don't worry about it," she said back. "You know, I think 
this is a good idea even though it is bizarre."
	"Me too. I feel pretty stupid," Joseph laughed.
	"You shouldn't feel stupid."
	"Why not?"
	"Because you act like a baby anyways," she giggled. "I'm just 
joking, of course," she redeemed.

Part Seven Coming soon...