Tony

Summary: Tony has to go to hospital for an operation, but, to his 
horror, ends up on the young children's ward instead of the teenage 
ward and has to wear nappies all the time!

Tony had just turned twelve when the letter came. He'd been having 
problems with constipation for some time before his mother took him to 
the doctor. She'd not wanted to bother the doctor with something as 
simple as constipation, but she'd tried Milk of Magnesia and several 
other remedies, but Tony still seemed to have problems. This was 
Britain in the early 1950's, just a few short years after the NHS was 
set up and many people were still reluctant to see their GP because, in 
the past, they had been charged for each visit.

Tony's family had a new doctor. She was quite young but very pleasant. 
When Tony, blushing because he was embarrassed about what his mum was 
going to tell the doctor, and his mum came into the consulting room, 
the doctor greeted Tony first as she knew he was the one to be seeing 
her.

�Hello, Tony. We've not met before. I'm Dr. Hill, your new doctor and 
I'm going to be looking after you from now on. Would you like to tell 
me what the problem is?" Tony's mum started to speak, but the doctor 
asked her to let Tony tell her. She was one of those modern doctors who 
believed that children were people too. Tony mumbled that he had 
problems doing his 'number 2s'. The doctor asked, "Tony are you having 
problems with being constipated?" Tony hung his head, blushed even more 
if that were possible, and said, "Yes." The doctor turned to Tony' mum, 
"I'm sure that he has be having problems for some time, and I'd guess 
you've tried him on laxatives." Tony's mum agreed and told the doctor 
that she'd tried various things, but they only worked while he was 
taking the medicine and she thought that perhaps she really ought to 
bother he doctor in case there was something more serious wrong. The 
doctor spoke to Tony, "I know you're embarrassed about seeing me, but 
your mum is right to bring you. Now, let's have a look at you. She led 
Tony over to the examination couch and asked him to take off his 
clothes on his lower half - his underwear as well - and to lie on his 
back on the couch, then cover himself with the sheet. She pulled the 
curtains around the couch to give the boy some privacy. When Tony said 
he was ready, she slipped a pair of rubber gloves on and took a tube of 
cream with her behind the curtains, saying to Tony's mum that she 
thought Tony would appreciate just the doctor looking at him.

She smiled at Tony, "Don't look so worried. I'm not going to hurt you 
if possible. I look at lots of boys your age and there really is 
nothing to be embarrassed about." Tony thought to himself that it was 
easy for her to say as she wasn't lying here naked below the waist 
waiting to be poked and prodded by the doctor. She slipped back the 
sheet saying that she wanted to look at his 'private' parts first. She 
took his penis in his hands and tried to slide back his foreskin, only 
to find that it wouldn't retract. She noticed that the area underneath 
was red and sore, possibly a slight infection caused by Tony's failure 
to clean properly under the tight foreskin. Tony was a bright red at 
this and wished he was anywhere else at the moment but in the doctor's 
consulting room. She asked him to stand and checked his scrotum to see 
if his testes had descended properly: they had. She then asked Tony to 
lie on the couch on his left side with his knees drawn up to his chest. 
She then covered him with the sheet again while she lubricated a 
finger.

�I'm going to examine your bottom, Tony. This may be a bit 
uncomfortable, but I'll try not to hurt you." Putting her non-creamed 
hand under the sheet, she lifted his right buttock to give her other 
hand room to try to put her finger into his bottom. She failed as his 
anus was so tight. She tried her little finger and just about dilated 
his anus, and slipped the tip in. Tony grunted as it was painful. She 
withdrew her finger and patted him on his bottom.

�Good lad, that can't have been comfortable." Taking some cotton wool, 
she embarrassed the poor lad even more by wiping his bottom for him to 
remove the cream.

�You can get dressed now, Tony."

The doctor waited until Tony was dressed and joined his mother and the 
doctor sitting at the doctor's desk.

�Tony, you have two problems I've found today. One is that your 
foreskin is very tight and you have a slight infection there. The 
second, the one you came to see me about today, is caused by the hole 
in your bottom being too small. As both need a small operation under 
general anaesthetic, I'm sending you to the hospital for this to be 
sorted. You'll have your foreskin removed in an operation called 
circumcision so you can wash there. I expect you've been sore there, 
haven't you?" Tony mumbled something. His mum blushed and asked, "Is 
that why he keeps playing with himself down there?" The doctor replied, 
"I expect he's been very uncomfortable and has been too embarrassed to 
tell you. I'm not surprised he's been 'playing with himself' as you put 
it because it is very sore there. The other operation is called an anal 
stretch. the surgeon will put her fingers into his bottom while he's 
unconscious and stretch the muscles. That won't need any cuts and is 
usually very effective in such cases. I know the surgeon at the 
hospital who does this. She's a friend of mine as we went to medical 
school together. She won't need to see Tony first, so she'll put him 
straight onto her theatre list so you should hear from the hospital 
soon. Is that all right with you?" Tony's mum agreed that she was happy 
for all that. She was just so embarrassed at discussing this with the 
doctor. Remember, in the 1950's people were much more inhibited in 
talking about such things!

She and Tony went home. That night, when Tony had gone to bed, his mum 
and dad discussed what the doctor had said. It was now just a case of 
waiting for the hospital letter. The local hospital had three 
children's wards: an orthopaedic ward where the children tended to be 
in traction for months as broken femurs healed, a children's ward and a 
'teenage ward'. This was really very advanced for the time and Tony was 
very happy that he'd be in the 'teenage ward' as the qualification for 
that, so his school friends told him, was to be at secondary school and 
not to have a broken bone. Some of his friends quietly told him from 
their own personal experience how lucky he would be to be in the 
'teenage ward' as the ward for the younger children kept them all in 
nappies and rubber pants while they were there since there were all 
ages in the ward from babies, who were nursed in a separate section of 
the ward, through toddlers to children up to eleven still at primary 
school. Tony, who had been dry at night for years, shuddered at the 
thought of being put back in 'baby rubbers' and nappies.

One day the official brown envelope came with the admission date. It 
was a Saturday morning and Tony's mum carefully did not show him the 
letter, but merely told him the date. Tony was really nervous about 
this as it would be his first time in hospital. The letter said that 
his operation would be on Monday. He was puzzled as to why he needed to 
be in hospital on the Saturday, but, as his mum didn't know either, 
he'd have to wait to find out.

Bright and early on the Saturday morning, his mum woke him and told him 
to have a quick bath before getting dressed. His mum had read the 
letter which said that towels and nightwear would be provided for the 
children and that she didn't need to bring anything in with Tony. 
Everything would be provided. This was because there was still a great 
deal of poverty. In the slum areas of the city, many children went to 
bed wearing the same vest and pants they'd worn all day and didn't have 
nightclothes. By providing towels and wash equipment, the hospital made 
sure that the items were vermin free and clean. Teddy bears and the 
like were banned as they could hold vermin too.

They had breakfast with Tony's dad who bade his son farewell as Tony 
and mum set off to catch the bus for the hospital. They walked to the 
end of their road and caught the bus into town. From the market square, 
they walked up the hill to the Victorian hospital - a large imposing 
set of buildings on the top of the hill, complete with a large ornate 
chimney discharging black smoke from the coal fired boilers used to 
heat the hospital. They went in through the main entrance which was 
varnished dark wood and, to Tony's eyes, was not at all welcoming, and 
followed the signs to the children's wards. Tony's mum headed for the 
entrance to the children's ward rather than the 'teenage ward'. Tony 
pointed out his mum's apparent error, but she then showed him the 
letter, suggesting that perhaps they had to just report there first. 
She went in with him and was greeted immediately by Sister. In those 
days, nurses were angels, Sister was an archangel and matron was 'God', 
feared even by the doctors.

�Ah, Tony. We've been expecting you. If you'd like to go now," Sister 
said to Tony's mother, "You can visit at 6pm tonight. We'll look after 
him now. Come with me, Tony." The Sister took Tony and handed him over 
to one of the nurses.

�This is Tony, nurse. I'll leave him to you.�
�Thank you, Sister," came the nurse's dutiful reply.

The nurse took Tony by the hand to lead him off. Tony was mortified! he 
was a big boy and didn't need his hand held. The nurse led him to the 
bathroom where she instructed him take off all of his clothes which she 
folded and placed in a cloth bag with his name on a label attached to 
it. Tony stood there stark naked and very embarrassed. She then held a 
glass urinal and asked him to urinate into it while she held it. Tony 
struggled and just couldn't. He asked if she could look away or 
something as he was too shy to 'perform' in front of her. She agreed 
and handed him the urinal and turned her back. After a struggle, the 
sound showed her that he had succeeded. She turned round and took the 
urinal from him and poured some into a sample bottle and then the rest 
down the sluice. She rinsed it out and placed it in the steriliser. 
After that, she went to the bath, put the plug in and started to run a 
bath.

�But I had a bath before I came, " Tony exclaimed.

�Yes, but it's ward policy that all children have a bath on arrival.�
�Why am I here and not in the teenage ward? I'm old enough to be 
there." Tony exclaimed, indignantly.

�True, you are old enough, but you're here for a special reason which 
I'll explain later. Now," said the nurse as she put on a long white 
rubber apron, "Let's have you in that bath!" To Tony's horror, she 
picked up a flannel, soaped it and then proceeded to wash his face and 
hair.

�But I can wash myself!�
�Possibly you do at home, but on this ward, the nurses wash you, so let 
me get on with it otherwise you'll get soap in your mouth!" The nurse 
filled a jug with warm water and washed the soap from Tony's face and 
hair, telling him to shut his eyes tight first. Then she washed his 
hands, arms, chest and back. Then, to his further embarrassment, she 
told him to stand with his legs slightly apart while she washed his 
bottom and private parts. Next, she washed a leg at a time, then got 
him to stand up while she towelled him off after she'd lifted him onto 
the bath mat.

When he was dry, she left the towel around him and took a very fine 
comb which she ran through his hair covering the whole of his head. 
After each run through of the comb, she looked at it carefully.

�What are you doing?" Tony asked.

�Just making sure that you don't have head lice, and you don't. And 
before you complain, we need to check before you actually come onto the 
ward. After that, the nurse sat down, placed a towel across her lap, 
and said, "Tony, stand at the side of my legs facing that way. I want 
you to lie across my lap, please." Tony stood beside her as she guided 
him across her lap. He ended up bottom in the air and both head and 
legs down. She parted the cheeks of his bottom with one hand and 
inserted a tubby rectal thermometer with her other hand, holding it in 
place between her fingers with her palm resting across the cheeks of 
his bottom.

�Lie still for me while I take your temperature. We always take 
temperatures in this ward up our patients' bottoms, so get used to it! 
You'll usually have your temperature taken twice a day, morning and 
evening." It felt strange to have something sticking up his bottom with 
her rubber gloved hand resting on him. It was an unusually pleasant 
feeling, but he'd have been hard pressed to explain why. The tip of the 
thermometer pressed on his prostate, triggering feelings he'd not had 
before.

Now then, let's have you up on that trolley." In the bathroom was a 
trolley with a strong rubberised canvas sling. Tony was helped up to 
lie on the trolley while the nurse went to get a razor, brush and 
shaving soap.

�We have to have all the hairs off from down there, so I'm going to 
shave you." Tony's face glowed with embarrassment as she pulled the 
towel off him and lathered around his penis and scrotum with the brush 
which she'd rubbed onto the soap to make a good lather. Taking the 
safety razor, she proceeded to carefully shave him smooth. Tony had 
been so proud that he'd started to grow hair there and now it was all 
gone!

The nurse picked up a tub of cream.

�I'm going to put some cream on you to stop you from being sore where 
I've shaved." Tony noticed that she spread the cream not only where 
she'd shaved, but right across his buttocks, between his legs and 
across his tummy. He was beginning to get suspicious. The nurse went 
into a cupboard and came back with a pile of white 'towels' which 
looked suspiciously like nappies to him. When she put the nappy pins 
and a pair of hospital red rubber pants on top, he sat up, "I don't 
need nappies. I'm not a baby!" The nurse laughed, "Tony, you will wear 
nappies on this ward because all the children do without exception. If 
I have to get Sister to help me, you'll really be in trouble, and you 
don't want that! I'd better explain. You need the nappies for several 
reasons. That's why you're here as you don't want to be the only one in 
nappies on the teenage ward, do you? Because you're having a 
circumcision, we've found that wearing nappies stops you interfering 
with the dressing. Secondly, you've come in today to practice using 
your nappies so that you don't have to strain to pass urine as that can 
cause bleeding and we don't want you breaking your stitches. You're 
going to have an anal stretch and you'll have a special plug in your 
bottom for a couple of days. Your nappy will be put on tight in theatre 
to hold the plug in place and stop it sliding out. Finally, when the 
plug is removed, you might leak a bit from your bottom at first and 
wearing a nappy is less embarrassing than getting a mess on your gown 
or sheets. Understand?�
�I suppose so," came back Tony's grudging answer.

�Did you say 'gown'? I wear pyjamas at home. Only girls wear night 
gowns!�
�Sorry, Tony, in this ward, it's night gowns for everyone. It makes it 
easier to change nappies as we can just lift the gown up out of the 
way."

Just at that moment, another nurse came in, carrying a white enamel 
kidney dish. She spoke to the other nurse, "Looks like I've just timed 
this right!" The first nurse carefully folded the nappies into a kite 
shape. Tony could see the thick pile of terry towelling nappies, in a 
larger than usual size as befits someone of his age, and could see that 
they were stained orange where his bottom would be, presumably from 
previous use. The second nurse put down her kidney dish on the trolley 
and then, to Tony's surprise, grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs 
up, raising his bottom from the trolley. The first nurse slid the 
nappies under him and then, expecting his bottom and legs to be 
lowered, the nurse holding his legs, lowered him onto the nappies, but 
then held his legs apart, opening up access to his bottom. The first 
nurse took the chromium plated syringe with a rubber tip, put her 
fingers through the rings on the barrel and squeezed gently. A little 
fluid came out and coated the tip which was then pushed into Tony's 
back passage and the whole contents, several fluid ounces, were 
squirted in. Immediately the syringe was removed and the nappies pulled 
firmly up between his legs and pinned in place. The other nurse helped 
work the rubber pants over Tony's legs and lifted him up by them again 
to work the pants up over his nappies and around his bottom. The first 
nurse told Tony, "All children who don't normally use nappies are given 
that injection into their bottoms. It's a stuff called glycerine and I 
want you to try to hold it as long as possible. We give it for several 
reasons. It softens your stool and makes it easier to 'go' in your 
nappy, especially if the patient is a bit constipated. It also forces 
you to 'go' in your nappy so you get used to it quickly. However, when 
we get you to your bed, I'll be giving you some castor oil to make your 
bowels open to clear you out inside ready for your operation on Monday. 
I'm afraid that means you'll just be drinking for the next couple of 
days with no food. We will bring you lots to drink and will expect you 
to drink it. That means you'll have to use your nappy, so no arguments! 
But I'll let you into a little secret! You'll find being in nappies 
isn't as bad I guess you're thinking. It can be nice to be in nappies 
again with us caring for you. Many children get to enjoy it!" The 
nurses lifted Tony off the trolley and stood him up. A nightgown was 
pulled over his head. As he was somewhat larger than most of the 
children on the ward, the gown came to just below his rubber pants. 
Tony realized that, if he bent over, his rubber pants would be visible 
to anyone looking. However, the terry towelling was soft from all the 
repeated boiling and felt strangely comfortable. He could feel the 
rubber pants digging into his legs and tummy as the rubber bands sealed 
in the nappies, and he was seating between his thighs where the rubber 
pants were forcing his legs apart from the bulk of the nappies the 
nurse had put on him. His bottom was getting warm as well from being 
enclosed like that, but the feeling brought back strange memories of 
his childhood.

He accompanied the nurses to his bed. To his horror, it wasn't a bed, 
but a crib with high metal sides. The nurse put his bag of clothes in 
his locker for his mother to collect that night during visiting. Sister 
came over, "Well done nurses, I see you have Tony properly dressed for 
this ward. Did he give you any trouble?" The first nurse replied, "No, 
Sister. I explained the reason why and he accepted it.�
�Good boy," was Sister's response, "Now, I have some medicine for you 
to take. It doesn't taste nice, so what we'll do is I'll squirt it into 
the back of your mouth while nurse holds your nose. Swallow it 
immediately. Then I'll give you some orange juice to wash it down and 
finally, as you've been a good boy, you can have a peppermint to suck 
to take away the taste." Tony, taught to be polite, said, "Thank you, 
Sister." Sister looked surprised, "Well, Tony, how nice to have such a 
polite well brought up patient on my ward. I see we'll have no problems 
with you!" Tony was told to tip his head back and open his mouth wide. 
The nurse held his nose while Sister squirted the castor oil down the 
back of his throat. Tony swallowed immediately and grimaced at the foul 
taste, despite his nose being held. Sister thrust the juice at him and 
he drank it down gratefully. Sister, meanwhile, was unwrapping the 
peppermint and popped it in his mouth when he'd finished drinking the 
juice. Sister said to Tony, "You may go into the play area with the 
other children who are allowed out of bed. There are books suitable for 
your age and you might want to sit and read. I expect you don't want to 
play with the building blocks!" Tony thanked Sister and was led to the 
play area.

A nurse was sitting down keeping her eye on the children. Some small 
children were in a playpen, amusing themselves with the toys there. 
Others were on a rubber mat on the floor playing with all sorts of 
toys. The nurse looked up, "Hello, Tony. I've been expecting you. All 
right?" Tony mumbled something. The other nurse spoke to him, "I'll be 
bringing you a drink every hour and I want you to drink it straight 
down for me." Tony replied that he'd do as he was told. The nurse in 
the play area indicated the books to Tony and suggested he chose one, 
so he did as she suggested. She tapped the seat beside her so Tony sat 
down. He noticed that the chairs, apart from the one the nurse was 
sitting in, were all rather on the small side for him so he sat with 
his knees pointing upwards. He also noticed that the chair seat was 
rubber covered, presumably to protect the chair if the children's 
nappies leaked. By now, he was beginning to feel rather uncomfortable 
as the glycerine did two jobs of softening the stool which was 
constipating him and also irritating his insides to make him expel it. 
The nurse lent over towards Tony so she could speak to him quietly, "I 
know you're uncomfortable with that glycerine enema inside you and also 
you'll be even more uncomfortable when the castor oil starts to work." 
Tony whispered his thanks for her consideration. She could see him 
struggling to hold it.

�I think you've done very well. You should let it out now and you'll be 
changed at lunch time when the others are having their meals." Tony 
succumbed to the internal pressure and pushed to force it out. At the 
same time his bladder emptied and he wet himself as well. To his 
surprise a large volume of stool filled his nappy and spread around his 
bottom and up his back and front. He tried to hide the surprise as he 
sat there, messy and miserable. The nurse leaned towards him again, 
"You'll get used to it. Try not to worry about it. All the children 
here are in nappies and they all had the same treatment as you when you 
arrived. You need to get used to using your nappy for the next few 
days." Later a nurse came to give him another drink of orange squash 
this time and stood over him while he drank it all up. Another drink 
later and he felt a gurgle from his insides. He thought the whole ward 
must have heard it, but it was muffled by his thick nappies. He felt 
the gurgle again. Then he exploded into his nappy with loads of oily 
stool as the castor oil purged him. He was glad that his rubber pants 
were opaque as he guessed his nappy must be horrible by now - it 
certainly felt like it! Several more times he emptied his bowels into 
his nappy until he was thoroughly wet and messy. He'd had to empty his 
bladder a couple of times as well as the nurses kept insisting that he 
drank plenty.

At lunchtime, the other children who were allowed up were taken to a 
table where they were served with their lunch. Nurses helped those 
confined to bed to eat their lunch and Tony was taken by the nurse 
who'd been sitting with the children who had been playing back to the 
bathroom.

�I expect your nappy really does need changing now! How have you found 
being back in nappies?" Tony answered, "I suppose it's not too bad. 
Wetting my nappy isn't so bad, but messing it is a bit uncomfortable." 
The nurse laughed in a nice way, "That's why babies cry when they have 
a dirty nappy, but often don't make a fuss if their nappy is just wet. 
You'll get used to it. But let's get you out of that dirty nappy and 
into a clean dry one!" After she'd put on one of the long white aprons, 
she helped Tony out of his night gown and then she stood Tony in the 
bath, helping him to step out of the rubber pants. She took those and 
rinsed them out in the sluice before hanging them up to dry. She then 
unpinned his nappies and carefully peeled them off him. Tony was 
absolutely plastered. She ran the bath and filled jugs of water to 
rinse him off. When he was as clean as that would get him, she washed 
him with a flannel with plenty of soap and water. Then more jugs of 
water cleaned him off. She pulled a chair up beside the bath and placed 
a large towel in her lap. Lifting Tony out of the bath, she sat him on 
her lap and proceeded to dry him. It was years since Tony had been 
cuddled like this but he found that he was enjoying it. When he was 
dry, she wrapped the towel around him, put her arms round him and gave 
him a big cuddle, rocking him gently on her lap, "You look like you 
need a big cuddle, Tony. Are you worried about the operation?" Tony 
replied, "Yes. I've never been in hospital before and it's all new to 
me.�
�I promise you that you'll be all right. But I can understand you being 
worried. When you go for your operation, you'll have a rubber mask over 
your nose and mouth and be given some special gas to breathe which will 
make you go to sleep and you won't feel a thing. When you come back 
from the theatre, if you're feeling sore, we can give you something to 
help stop the pain. Is that all right?" Tony thanked her for being so 
nice to him. She laughed, "I like nursing children, Tony, and you're no 
trouble! I'd better get your nappies on you otherwise Sister will 
wonder why I'm taking so long." She lifted Tony easily onto the 
trolley. She creamed his nappy area again, rubbing it well in. Then 
another thick layer of nappies was put on him, forcing his legs apart. 
As she was on her own, she asked Tony to stand beside the trolley and 
hold onto it while she got him to lift each leg in turn while a clean 
pair of rubber pants were pulled over his feet and around his ankles. 
Then standing up straight, she pulled them over Tony's nappies, tucking 
the nappy under the rubber waist and leg bands.

�Time for your lunch, Tony!�
�But I was told that I couldn't eat anything until after the 
operation," Tony replied.

�I know, but you've got more to drink and, I'm, afraid, another dose of 
castor oil. Sister wants you well cleaned out so you're also having 
Epsom Salts tonight to make sure all the castor oil has gone. I promise 
you that tomorrow you won't have any more laxatives.�
�That's one thing to look forward to, then," Tony answered. Finally she 
lifted the night gown over his head.

Back on the ward, having waddled to his crib because of the thickness 
of the nappies and rubber pants forcing his thighs apart, Sister came 
over to administer another dose of castor oil the same way as the 
morning. This time, he was given two glasses of juice to drink 
afterwards before being given another peppermint to suck. He was asked 
to climb into bed and get under the covers. Round the ward, children 
were having their nappies changed in their cribs. A rubber sheet was 
slipped under them before the nappy was removed. Most of them were just 
wet, but a few were messy so the nurses had to take longer cleaning 
them up. Normally the children were creamed after their morning wash or 
bath, but, because Tony was having castor oil, he was creamed more 
often to stop him from getting sore. When all the children were 
changed, the nurses went round giving each child a dummy (pacifier) to 
suck and one nurse pulled the curtains to make the ward dark. The nurse 
came last to Tony and said, "Open wide. Let's see inside that mouth of 
yours." When Tony obliged her, she stuck a larger dummy in his mouth 
and held it there.

�All the children are being expected to have a nap now, including you. 
Try sucking on that. You'll find it helps. If you take it out, Sister 
has got one she can strap on you to stop you taking it out. You don't 
want that, do you?" With that, she let go of the dummy as Tony relaxed 
back and gave it an experimental suck. It tasted of rubber and that 
seemed somehow familiar, so he sucked it again. Later Sister pointed 
out Tony to one of the nurses - fast asleep, sucking on his dummy.

His nappy was wet when he woke, to his surprise, as he'd not wet 
himself for some considerable time when asleep. The afternoon followed 
the same pattern with plenty to drink and filling his nappy with mainly 
fluid as the second dose of castor oil made sure he was empty. The 
griping pains were even worse this time, doubling him over as his nappy 
filled. A different nurse was looking after the children at play in the 
afternoon and, seeing Tony's distress, she put on a white rubber apron, 
sat him on her lap and rubbed his tummy for him. Tony decided it was 
worth the griping pains just for that!

During tea-time, he was taken and washed in the bath again before being 
changed into yet more dry nappies. After tea, all the children were put 
in their cribs with the sides up while they waited for their visitors. 
Tony's mum and dad came to see him. His mum asked how he was and was 
surprised when Tony replied, "Empty!" He then explained, "I'm having 
nothing to eat until after my operation and I've had two doses of 
castor oil today." His dad shuddered as the words 'castor oil' reminded 
him of his own purgings as a child and the terrible taste. His mum 
apologised, "I'm sorry, Tony, I knew you were coming to this ward, but 
didn't tell you because I knew you'd be upset. The letter explained 
that you'd be here because of the type of operation you're having." 
Tony replied, "The nurses explained it to me, and I'm getting used to 
it." Visiting was over far too soon as it provided a distraction for 
the children on the ward. After the visitors had gone, all the children 
were given a bedtime drink - something milky- to help them to sleep. 
Tony had yet more orange squash. The nurses then went round putting 
extra thick nappies on all the children for the night and Tony's were 
so thick that, lying on his back, his hips were several inches in the 
air from the nappies around them. One of the nurses came over to Tony 
with another glass of juice.

�Drink this down, please, Tony. It's your Epsom Salts to wash you 
through." Tony drank it, reluctantly, and shuddered at the salty taste. 
Finally the nurses went round putting a baby bottle of water in each 
crib in case the children woke thirsty and putting a dummy in each 
child's mouth. When they came round to Tony, he was given two big 
bottles, with rubber teats, to drink from. The nurse told him that the 
drinks were in baby bottles as they didn't spill that way and he had 
extra because he'd need to drink if he woke in the night with the 
effects of the Epsom Salts. Then the nurse took a large dummy and, 
before she had to say anything, Tony opened his mouth for her to pop it 
in.

�Good boy! The nurses said you were good when they handed over to us 
when we came on the night shift. You should be all right overnight, 
but, if you do leak, we'll sort you out. Now, sleep well!" Tony rolled 
on his side as the ward lights were turned out and was soon asleep. 
He'd had a busy day and, being purged so thoroughly was exhausting.

In the middle of the night, a gurgle from his tummy and that familiar 
churning feeling announced that he'd soon be filling his nappies. 
Rolling onto he back, he laid there for a while and then it just poured 
out of him. However, this time, it was just fluid, so he took out the 
dummy, emptied a bottle of water by sucking on the teat, put the dummy 
back in his mouth and went back to sleep. He woke again as more flooded 
from him, so drank the second bottle and went back to sleep. He woke 
again to find his crib in the bathroom with two nurses there. One of 
the nurses spoke quietly to him, "We were doing the rounds and noticed 
that your nappies had leaked, making your bed wet, so we've wheeled you 
in here to get you sorted so we don't wake the other children. Two 
nurses took off his wet gown, nappies and rubber pants, then put him in 
the bath. One washed him while the other changed the soaked bed. He had 
leaked and a lot at that! He was cuddled dry and then put into another 
thick pile of nappies and the ubiquitous rubber pants, as well as a 
nightgown. Back in his clean dry crib, he was wheeled quietly back into 
the ward. One of the nurse had kept her rubber apron on and she was 
lifted out of the crib and laid in her lap with his head resting on her 
rubber apron, pillowed by her breast. The other nurse disappeared and 
came back with a small baby bottle which she handed to the other nurse, 
then left to check on others. The nurse leaned close to Tony's ear, "We 
wondered if this would happen. If it did, we were told we could give 
you this. It's something special to help you back to sleep again and 
you can sleep in on Sunday mornings!" She held the bottle as Tony 
sucked from it. Once the bottle was empty, she replaced it with his 
dummy and continued to cuddle him, rocking him gently. Soon he went 
floppy and relaxed in her arms. The other nurse came over and lifted 
Tony back into bed, pulling the side up quietly so as not to wake him. 
They went back to their desk in the middle of the ward with its single 
light to give light to the ward.

Tony woke the next morning after the other children had been given 
breakfast. Seeing him awake, one of the nurses brought him a bottle of 
orange juice.

�It's in a bottle, Tony, as you may still be a bit sleepy and we don't 
want you to spill a glass all over you!" The day passed with him able 
to wet his nappy without effort. He could feel his bladder signalling 
that it was getting full, but he was able to just relax to empty it 
without straining at all. The day passed with plenty of fluids, but no 
food and nappy changes while the others ate their meals. Tony realized 
that the nurses were careful to pull the curtains around him when he 
was changed, but didn't bother for the other children: he appreciated 
that. His parents came after the afternoon nap at four o'clock as 
visiting was from four to six on a Sunday. That night, all the children 
due to go to theatre the next morning were given a bottle of chloral 
hydrate, as Tony had been the night before, to help them to sleep. Tony 
was the last and enjoyed being cuddled asleep again.

It was Monday morning and the younger children were taken one by one to 
the bathroom to be bathed and put in clean nappies and rubber pants for 
their surgery. They were given an injection to make them drowsy and to 
dry up their secretions to help to prevent them from being sick after 
the anaesthetic. When they came back, they were wearing a green rubber 
shower cap to keep their hair out of the way, and clean in case they 
were sick afterwards. The children were lifted onto a freshly made bed 
waiting for the trolley to take them to theatre. Tony watched them go 
and come back again, sleepy as they were lifted into their beds and 
checked regularly by the nurses. As he waited, he became more and more 
anxious about what was to happen. The nurses were spending only a 
little time with the others on the ward as they were so busy with those 
going to and coming from theatre. One of the nurses passed his bed, 
"Won't be long, Tony. I know the waiting is hard, but it will be over 
soon!" Tony's mouth was really dry now from the lack of fluids. In 
those days, 12 hours without food and water was the norm.

Just as Tony despaired of his turn ever coming, yet hoping that it 
wouldn't happen at all, one of the nurses came over to him, wearing her 
rubber apron as she was 'bath nurse' that morning,, getting the 
children washed, changed into dry nappies and into their theatre gowns, 
"Time for your bath, Tony. We need to get you ready now." She held out 
her hand to him after she'd dropped the side of his crib. Despite the 
fact that he considered himself a 'big boy', he was only too pleased to 
be able to take her hand for the reassurance that gave him. In the 
bathroom, his bath was waiting for him, so she stripped off his gown, 
rubber pants and nappies and lifted him into the bath. He didn't mind 
her gently and thoroughly washing him from head to foot this time. His 
nervousness meant that he was much less concerned for his dignity than 
for what was to come. She lifted him out of the bath onto the towel on 
her lap and dried him. Once he was dry, she gave him a quick cuddle.

�Don't worry, pet. It'll soon be over and you'll be much better." She 
lifted him onto the changing trolley and only put one nappy on him.

�I don't expect there's much inside you now!" Tony replied, "My mouth 
is really dry and I feel empty.�
�I'm sorry, but that dry mouth will get worse after you get your 
injection, but it will help to make you drowsy, we hope, so you won't 
feel too bad about going to theatre." Next she put a clean theatre gown 
on him. She gave Tony a pair of clean rubber pants and a pile of clean 
nappies in his size to hold.

�Carry those for me, please?" Next she chose a green rubber shower cap 
and pulled it on over his head, tucking all the hair inside it, 
"That'll stop your hair getting in the way, Tony." She picked Tony up 
easily because he actually wasn't that tall for his age and was thing 
and light, and took him back to his crib. She put the rubber pants and 
nappies at the foot of his crib, ready to go with him to theatre.

Other nurses had made his bed with clean sheets ready for him to come 
back from theatre. When he was in his bed, still with the side down, 
the 'bath nurse' went back to the bathroom to take off her apron as 
Tony was the last for theatre that day. She would come back to clean 
the bathroom later, but, after washing her hands, went to draw up the 
syringe with Tony's pre-medication. Coming back to him with a kidney 
dish, placed it on his bedside locker, then pulled back the covers and 
the gown a little, exposing his leg. She took an alcohol swab from the 
kidney dish and rubbed his leg. Next, picking up the hypodermic, she 
said, "Look away, Tony, and wriggle your toes for me. It'll sting a bit 
at first, but it will soon go and wriggling your toes helps." Tony did 
look away and tried not to flinch when she stuck the needle in him. He 
frantically wriggled his toes as she injected the mixture of morphine 
and atropine - the former to make him relaxed and the latter to dry up 
his secretions. She rubbed the side of his leg with the swab to help 
the drug to be absorbed. Finally, after she'd covered him up again and 
pulled the side of his crib up, she took a large pacifier out of the 
dish and put it in his mouth, "I know you're a big boy, Tony, but it 
will help. Just suck that and try to think of nothing!" Tony laid 
there, his mouth made even drier by the atropine and feeling fuzzy 
headed, but still terrified, from the morphine.

Ten minutes later, the theatre trolley arrived, wheeled by a porter in 
theatre greens. The porter spoke to the nurse who had bathed Tony to 
check that he'd got the right patient, then asked Tony his name and age 
to double check.

�Come on, young man, let's be having you!" With that, he lifted Tony 
out of his crib and onto the trolley, covering him with one of the 
white cellular cotton blankets. The nurse tucked the rubber pants and 
nappies under the blanket and, picking up Tony's notes, opened the ward 
door for the porter as they wheeled Tony away to the lift. Down in the 
lift to the ground floor where the theatres were. The nurse held the 
door open which said, "Theatres - Access Restricted" There was a 
dedicated children's theatre and Tony was wheeled into a room next 
door. There were toys there and a nurse in theatre greens. The ward 
nurse handed over Tony and the theatre nurse asked Tony, "Can you tell 
me your name, pet, and how old you are?" Tony gave his name and age, 
finding it difficult to answer her because his tongue seemed to stick 
tot he roof of his mouth. Happy that they'd got the right patient, the 
porter lifted Tony off and sat him on a chair. The ward nurse popped 
the pacifier back in his mouth and gave the theatre nurse his records 
and the clean rubber pants and nappies.

�Thanks, nurse. I'm glad you remembered those!" Then the porter left, 
taking the trolley with him and the ward nurse departed too, leaving 
Tony with the theatre nurse, feeling very frightened. The nurse spoke 
to him, "They're just finishing off the last patient so it'll be a few 
minutes yet. We have to bring you down so that, when they're ready for 
you, you can go straight in. I know you're older than most of the 
patients for your ward, but you're not to big to have a cuddle, are 
you?" She held out her arms as Tony went over to her and sat on her 
lap, sucking his dummy furiously for comfort. He curled up on her lap, 
as if trying to hide in her arms. The nurse was well used to big boys 
being little boys at heart when they were frightened, and so rocked him 
gently.

Ten minutes later, a door on the side of the room opened, and another 
nurse said, "You can bring him in now." The nurse took the dummy from 
Tony's mouth, saying, "I'm sorry. You can't use that in there. Won't be 
long now." Tony was lifted to his feet and the nurse held out her hand 
to him after she'd picked up the rubber pants and nappies with her 
other hand, "Come on. We'll soon have you asleep and you won't feel a 
thing!" Tony walked in with her. His recollections of the theatre were 
a blur afterwards. He remembered lots of people in white and green in 
there, the big light hanging from the ceiling, the rubber topped table 
and the shiny chrome machine with the black rubber tubing and glass 
bottles. The nurse put down the nappies and rubber pants on the side 
and put her arms under Tony's armpits and lifted him onto the table. 
There was someone in a mask sitting at the top end of the table near 
his head. When the person spoke, Tony realised it was a lady, "Hello, 
Tony. I'm a special sort of doctor called an anaesthetist and it's my 
job to put you to sleep. If you look over here, you can see a big black 
rubber bag on my machine. In a minute, when you've got the mask on, 
that bag will blow up and shrink as you breathe. What I'm going to do 
in a minute is put the mask on your face and then ask you to practice 
taking deep breaths and blowing up my balloon as big as you can. All 
right?" Tony was too frightened to do anything but to nod.

�That's a good boy. Now, I want to slip something under your head." The 
anaesthetist slipped the rubber 'spider' which would hold the mask on 
Tony's face.

�Now then Tony, I'm going to put a mask over your nose and mouth. It 
will be hissing, but don't worry as it's only oxygen to help you to 
breathe. I'll tell you when I'm going to put you to sleep. The mask 
will smell funny, but that's because of the gases we use. The smell 
tends to stick to the tubing and mask." He held the mask up and lowered 
it over Tony's nose and mouth. Tony thought that she was right - it did 
smell funny. The anaesthetist held the mask connected to the two 
corrugated rubber tubes from the anaesthetic machine, while a nurse 
pulled the straps up from behind Tony's head and hooked them onto the 
mask, one strap each side over his cheeks and one each side around his 
forehead. The nurse then took a round pillow and asked Tony to lift his 
head up. She placed the pillow under his neck so that his head was 
tipped back. Tony was breathing quickly because he was so nervous. The 
anaesthetist told Tony to turn his head slightly so he could see the 
black rubber bag.

�Now then, Tony, you said you'd try to blow up my balloon for me. Let's 
see you take deep breaths for me." Tony did as he was told and watched 
as the bag filled and emptied.

�Come on, Tony, I don't think you're trying. You can do bigger balloons 
than that!" Tony tried to take even bigger breaths as the anaesthetist 
turned on the nitrous oxide.

�I've added another gas, Tony and you'll start to drift off to sleep 
soon. Nice big balloons for me!" She watched and timed adding the ether 
until he was about to take a deep breath. The ether caught in his 
throat and he coughed. the anaesthetist started to massage the balloon 
to force the gas into Tony's lungs. There was a roaring in his ears and 
everything went black. He felt as if he was falling down a black tunnel 
as he became unconscious.

The nurses pulled up his gown and placed a towel under his bottom to 
soak up any leakage. His rubber pants were pulled off and his nappy 
removed. He'd wet it a little as he was put to sleep because of his 
fright. His legs were lifted up and hung from lithotomy poles so that 
the surgeon could operate from between Tony's legs for the circumcision 
and also perform the anal stretch easily. His genitals were swabbed 
with antiseptic and his penis was draped with a green cloth with a hole 
for his penis to project through. The surgeon examined Tony's penis and 
then asked for a pair of scissors. She made a cut through the foreskin 
to free up the foreskin somewhat and then, still using the blunt ended 
scissors, divided the frenelum holding the foreskin to the glans of his 
penis. She then pulled back the foreskin to expose the glans. A nurse 
handed her a sizing template which the surgeon placed over the glans to 
decide which size of Gomco clamp she would use. Once she'd decided, she 
applied some lubricating gel to the end of Tony's penis and then placed 
the hood of the Gomco clamp over it. Using haemostats, she worked the 
foreskin up around the bell and held it tight there while a nurse tied 
the foreskin tightly to the rod emerging from the top of the bell. This 
was the surgeon's preferred method as it made for a tight circumcision 
with no foreskin at all. She then placed the base ring over his 
foreskin and the bell and attached the arm to the bell. She then 
started to turn the screw which pulled the bell up against the ring of 
the base, squashing the foreskin. She turned the screw until it would 
turn no more. Then, with another pair of scissors, she cut away the 
foreskin as close to the bell as possible. After leaving it in place 
for a while to allow the skin to be fully crushed, she removed the bell 
and clamp, inserting several small, neat sutures around the cut rim. 
One of the nurses then wrapped his penis in a paraffin gauze dressing 
to protect it and allow it to heal inside Tony's nappies.

The sterile field was replaced with another just covering Tony's penis 
to allow access to his back passage. The surgeon lubricated her fingers 
and worked first her little finger into his anus, then her index 
finger, then her middle finger. Next, using her two index fingers were 
inserted either side of his anus and the surgeon applied tension to 
stretch and tear the sphincter muscles. She replaced the index fingers 
with both the index and middle fingers from both hands to stretch him 
further. When she was satisfied with her efforts, one of the nurses 
handed her lubricated dilators. These had a short cone shaped tip with 
a slightly narrower area behind where the sphincter muscle would grip 
it and a flange to stop it disappearing inside. She tried first one, 
which slipped in easily, then the next and so on until she had to force 
the dilator into place. Having made sure that the flange was snugly 
against the outside of Tony's bottom, she turned to the anaesthetist 
and said, "I've finished. You can start bringing him round now." One of 
nurses picked up the thick pile of nappies and rubber pants and started 
to put the nappies on him. She pulled the nappies tightly up between 
Tony's legs to hold the dilator in place while another nurse put the 
pins in to make sure that they were on firmly. The end of the operating 
table was raised and Tony's legs taken out of the stirrups. The rubber 
pants were worked up over his legs and up over his nappies. Meanwhile 
the anaesthetist had turned off the ether and nitrous oxide and was 
giving Tony just oxygen. Happy that he was slowly coming round, she 
allowed him to be lifted onto a trolley and wheeled back to the ward.

On the way up in the lift, he heard a voice saying, "Tony, wake up. 
It's all over. Wake up, Tony!" He opened his eyes to see a nurse 
standing by him in the lift smiling at him. He felt dizzy and 
disorientated and couldn't quite understand what she was saying. Slowly 
he came back to full consciousness as he was wheeled back to his crib. 
In his crib, he asked the nurse, "Is it over? Have I had my operation?" 
The nurse smiled at him, "Yes, Tony, it's all over. You've had your 
operation. Are you in any pain?" Tony mumbled because of his dry mouth, 
"It hurts!�
�I expect it will for a bit, Tony. I'll get you an injection to help 
with the pain." She came back with an injection of morphine which made 
Tony so drowsy that he went back to sleep again.

When he woke, a nurse noticed and came over to him.

�Are you thirsty?" Tony nodded as his mouth was so dry that he couldn't 
speak.

�Do you feel sick at all?" Tony shook his head.

�All right, pet, I'll go and get you some water." The nurse came back 
with a large baby bottle full of water and pulled down the side of the 
crib. She pulled up a chair and sat beside Tony, "Drink it slowly and 
you can have some more in a while. We don't want you sitting up yet. 
You'll still be dizzy from the anaesthetic." Tony sucked gratefully at 
the bottle which tasted beautiful to him as it eased his parched 
throat. During the rest of the afternoon, nurses kept bringing him 
water to drink as gradually he recovered form the soporific effects of 
the morphine. Unfortunately he then became aware of the pain from his 
abused bottom and surgery to his penis. When one of the nurse brought 
him a bottle later, he asked, "Please can you help me? I'm hurting 
again.�
�Of course, Tony. I'll get you another injection for the pain." His 
parents came to see him that night, but he was asleep from the effects 
on the morphine most of the time, waking just enough to be able to 
recognise that they were with him. The nurses kept plying him with 
drinks to get his bladder filling and emptying again as soon as 
possible. Eventually, Tony realised that his bladder was getting full 
and, hesitantly started to let it out into his nappy. To his delight, 
it didn't hurt, the paraffin gauze dressings doing their job of 
protecting the raw edges of his circumcision, so he relaxed and let it 
flood his nappy. One of the junior doctors wrote Tony up for another 
dose of morphine just before bed so he'd sleep and another first thing 
in the morning. If he still hurt, then that could be reviewed.

The next two days passed with plenty of drinks so his nappy was never 
dry for long. The plug was uncomfortable, but not painful. However, the 
consultant came to see him when his mum was visiting him to explain to 
them both about Tony's aftercare on the day after his operation. She 
kindly spoke to Tony, but included his mum in the conversation.

�Tony, you know I have stretched your bottom to try to stop you from 
being so constipated all the time. You were having to strain when you 
passed stool which isn't good for you. I put a plug in your bottom to 
help it to stay stretched, but you will need to do some exercises to 
make sure that you don't leak from there afterwards. When you get home, 
I'm going to ask your mum to put a special cone shaped dilator into 
your bottom every evening to help to keep you stretched and then help 
you with the special exercises. (Turning to his mum) Could you come 
here at 11 o'clock the day after tomorrow so the physiotherapist can 
show you the dilation and the exercises? After that, I'd like your mum 
to put you in nappies for the night as I want her to give you a big 
dose of liquid paraffin every night just before bed. The liquid 
paraffin is to keep your insides lubricated to help you to pass stool 
easily without straining. Unfortunately, especially after this 
operation at first, it tends to leak out at night and could make your 
bed messy, so we recommend nappies until you've come back to see me in 
three months time. As you're a big boy and I'm sure your mum doesn't 
have nappies your size, the hospital will lend you nappies, pins, 
rubber pants and a rubber sheet top put under your mattress in case of 
leaks from your rubber pants while you still need them. We'll give you 
a prescription for the liquid paraffin to go home with and I'll write 
to your doctor to ask her to keep you supplied with it. Any questions?" 
Tony started hesitantly, "Um.... what happens if I need to get up in 
the night to use the toilet? Do I take my nappies off and try to put 
them back on myself or should I wake mum to ask her to help?" The 
consultant gave a kind laugh, "I think it's best if you used your 
nappies as your toilet and didn't get up at night, if your mum doesn't 
mind? You might find that you can't help soiling your nappy at night as 
the liquid paraffin can cause uncontrollable diarrhoea which is why I 
want you to take it at night. Mum replied, "If it helps Tony to get 
better, I don't mind washing some nappies for him. I'd better dry them 
indoors to save the neighbours talking though!" Tony was lying there 
secretly thrilled by this. He'd discovered that the nurse had been 
right that it was fun to wear nappies again, and here was the doctor 
telling his mum he'd have to wear them when he left the hospital! After 
the consultant had left, Tony's mum smiled at him, "I never thought I'd 
be putting nappies on you again. But I think I'm quite looking forward 
to it. You've been too grown up to let me 'mother' you a bit and I'll 
enjoy doing just that!"

The 'day after tomorrow' when his mum was to come to see the 
physiotherapy exercises, Tony was woken early with the curtains around 
him. There were two nurses, one of whom shook him gently and whispered 
for him to be quiet so as not to wake the other children. The nurse 
whispered, "We're going to change your nappies and then remove the plug 
so you can have breakfast with the other children." With that, Tony was 
asked to lift his bottom so a rubber changing sheet could be slid under 
him. His rubber pants were removed and he was washed and dried, then 
creamed thoroughly while lying on clean nappies. He was asked to roll 
on his left side with his knees drawn right up. One nurse lifted a 
cylinder off the floor and placed it on the chair beside his bed. Tony 
noticed that the cylinder has a rubber corrugated tube attached to it 
and a black rubber mask like the one used on him in theatre and a black 
rubber bag fixed to the mask. The cylinder was blue with a white top. 
The other nurse said, "Tony, this is a mixture of two gases - oxygen 
and laughing gas. I'm going to hold the mask over your nose and mouth 
and I want you to take deep breaths for me, blowing up the balloon like 
you did in theatre. You won't go to sleep, but you will feel light 
headed and you won't feel any pain when the plug is removed. Do you 
understand?" Tony replied, "yes, you want me to take deep breaths and 
then you'll take the plug out of my bottom.�
�Good boy! Got it in one!" she said as she ruffled his hair gently. She 
turned the gas on and Tony could hear the hiss from the mask. When she 
held it to his face, the bag ballooned up until Tony took a deep breath 
so the bag partly deflated. As he took deep breaths as he'd been 
instructed, he felt the roaring in his ears and his head began to swim. 
He did black out, but could still hear the nurses talking, as he felt 
as if he were falling down a dark tunnel.

�He's relaxed enough now. I think he's ready," said the nurse holding 
the mask.

�OK. Here goes!" replied the other.

Tony felt her part his buttocks and pull on the plug. She twisted it 
from side to side as she gently pulled it out. It hurt a little as the 
wider end was pulled through, but it was only a little pain and the gas 
had done its job. He was rolled onto his back with the mask still 
pressed against his face.

�I'll give him a bit more while you put his nappy on him. It will mean 
he'll be less sore when the gas wears off," he heard the nurse holding 
the mask say. He felt a sudden increase in pressure as the nurse 
squeezed the bag as she held the mask firmly against his face. He did 
black out for a short while and, when he came round, just one nurse was 
sitting with him. He was covered up, and in clean dry nappies.

�How do you feel?�
�Light headed still, but I'm only a bit sore.�
�Doctor has said you can have an injection of morphine if you want. 
Would you like that?�
�Yes, please," Tony replied. She went and came back with the injection 
which he had in one of his legs. He thought, ruefully to himself that 
his legs must be like pin cushions form all the injections he'd had. He 
did remember to say, "Thank you" to the nurse who answered him with, 
"You're good boy, Tony and we like looking after you. You don't make a 
fuss like some of the children, especially the older children we've had 
sometimes!"

He drifted off into a drug induced sleep only to be woken later with 
"Do you want some breakfast, Tony?" He was given breakfast - his first 
meal since arriving in hospital and he was starving! One of the nurses 
ties a bib round his neck and insisted on feeding him as, she said, 
"You'll still be drowsy from that injection and we don't want the bed 
to be wearing your breakfast!" Afterwards, she lifted him out of bed, 
sat him on her lap and gave him a big bottle of orange juice top drink 
from. Drowsy as he was, the cuddle was lovely and Tony thought how he 
was enjoying being babied a bit. He actually went back to sleep and 
found himself lying in his crib being gently shaken awake.

�Tony, it's time to change you before your mum and the physiotherapist 
come." Tony opened his eyes to see the nurse standing there with the 
curtains around his bed. She slipped the rubber changing sheet under 
him, washed and dried him, put a layer of cream on him which she rubbed 
well in and left his lying on top of his fresh nappies. She covered him 
with a clean nappy and then pulled the bedclothes back over him.

�Please try not to wet that or I'll get in trouble!" the nurse said to 
him.

�I won't," came Tony's reply, "I think I just emptied my bladder."

Ten minutes later, his mum, a nurse and the physiotherapist came in. 
Tony was asked to roll on his left side with his knees up. The 
physiotherapist showed his mum the dilator and explained about washing 
the hard rubber cone shaped object with a flange to stop it penetrating 
too far and a ring for her to hold it by the opposite side of the cone 
from the flange. Once it was lubricated, the physio showed his mum how 
to insert it into Tony's bottom. She then withdrew it, wiped it and 
gave it to his mum to try. Tony was glad he'd had the morphine earlier 
as he was still sore from his stretch and he guessed that the morphine 
stopped it from hurting too much. His mum inserted the dilator just as 
the physio had done.

�Now hold it for one minute, then take it out, wash and dry it ready 
for the next day. You may well find Tony's penis gets erect when you do 
this. please don't worry. It's quite normal, although probably 
embarrassing and uncomfortable for him, especially after his recent 
operation there! Now for the exercises." The physio put on a rubber 
finger cott and lubricated it.

�We'll give you a supply of the finger cotts and lubricant, so don't 
worry about that. Now, I insert my finger into his bottom and I want 
you, Tony, to squeeze my finger as hard as you can for a count of ten. 
Then stop and do it again, ten times." Tony did that, while the physio 
explained, "We do this with the patient gripping a nurse's or a 
physiotherapist's finger to make sure that the patient is actually 
trying hard enough. If we ask them to do this on the dilator, we can't 
tell if they are trying or not. Why don't you have a try and, if you 
don't think he's trying hard enough, tell him to try harder!" Tony' mum 
had a go and found that Tony's muscles were quite strong. Because of 
the pain relief, he was able to grip hard, The nurse turned Tony over 
and put his nappy on him properly, "Then, at home, you'd put his 
nappies and rubber pants on him, give him a dose of the liquid 
paraffin, a big glass of orange juice t! o take a way the taste, get 
him to clean his teeth, and then settle down for the night. Is that all 
right?" Tony's mum said that she understood. The nurse said, "if you 
come with me, I'll give you the equipment you need to take home with 
you and a set of written instructions in case you aren't sure what to 
do." Tony's mum kissed him good-bye and the curtains were drawn back as 
Tony was left to wait for his lunch.

Tony ate his lunch, and had seconds as well, ate his tea and, after 
visiting time, the ward was got ready for the night. To his surprise, 
he didn't get his nappy changed and all the ward lights were turned 
out, apart from the reading light on the nurses' desk in the middle of 
the ward. One of the night staff came over to him with the nappy 
changing trolley, pulled the curtains around his bed and turned the 
light above his bed on low. She leant forward and whispered, "I bet you 
thought we'd forgotten you!" Tony nodded.

�I'm going to change you, and then do your exercises with you. We've 
left you until last because we needed to get the other children bedded 
down." She uncovered him, placed the rubber sheet under him and 
stripped off his wet nappy. She cleaned him up, but decided he didn't 
need more cream applying this time. She folded his thick night time 
nappies and placed them under him, then got him to roll on his side. 
The dilator penetrated his bottom and was held there for the required 
one minute. After that the dilator was replaced with one of her fingers 
in a finger cott while she got Tony to grip and release her finger with 
his muscles. After that, she withdrew her finger and whispered, "Well 
done! You've got the idea." His nappy was pinned up around him, a clean 
pair of rubber pants pulled on and the changing sheet removed. The 
nurse went to wash her hands and came back with a tray. On it was a 
glass with liquid paraffin on it. She handed it to Tony, saying, "get 
used to this. This will be your night-time drink every night." Tony 
swallowed it straight down, and grimaced at the oily sensation in his 
mouth. The nurse asked, "Would you like your orange squash in a glass 
or a bottle?" Tony looked at her hopefully, "Could I have it in a 
bottle, please?" The nurse laughed quietly, "And I expect you'd like me 
to cuddle you while I give it to you?�
�Please?" came Tony's reply. The nurse sat beside his bed and indicated 
that he could climb onto her lap. She'd guessed he'd want this, so had 
prepared a large baby bottle full of orange squash for him. Tony 
cuddled up against her as she held the bottle for him to suck from. 
When he'd drunk it all, she lifted the tired boy back into bed, covered 
him up, raised the side of his crib, turned the light off and quietly 
slid back the curtains. She turned to look at him. He had his thumb in 
his mouth and was already asleep.

Tony Part 2

In the morning, his nappies felt slippery around his bottom. When he 
was changed, there was an oily orange patch where he'd leaked some of 
the liquid paraffin. The next night, he woke to feel the need to pass 
urine so relaxed and let it flow into his nappy. To his surprise, his 
bowels released as well, filling his nappy with a lot of soft stool. 
Later, when the nurse came to change him, she was actually pleased at 
the messy nappy! "Good, you should be able to go home tomorrow now 
you've done that. Your circumcision is healing nicely so we'll put a 
new dressing on tomorrow. When that comes off, you won't need another 
dressing." Tony was sad to be going home as he'd discovered that being 
cared for by the nurses had been fun. He�d not had any chores to do as 
he did when he was at home and the hustle and bustle of the ward had 
been an entertainment in itself.

The next day, his mum did come to take him home as she'd been asked to 
do the night before. She'd brought some clothes in for him to wear 
home. The nurse pulled the curtains around his bed while his mum handed 
him the clothes to put on.

�But mum, I've still got my nappy and rubber pants on!" Tony exclaimed.

�I know," his mum said, "the nurses have told me that I should keep in 
those for a while at home until you don't have any 'accidents' during 
the day time. Don't worry about it. Those trousers are a bit bigger 
than the ones you wore here to allow room for your nappies." Tony said 
good-bye to all the nurses, and pleased them when he thanked them for 
their care of him. With a heavy heart, he went with his mum out of the 
hospital and caught the bus home.

When he got home, he was surprised to see a trestle table in his 
bedroom with a rubber sheet on the top, a covered bin and an extra 
cupboard. His mum smiled, "Your dad sorted that out so I can change you 
in here and the cupboard is for your nappies and rubber pants. There's 
a rubber sheet on your mattress as well!" Tony smiled at his mum and 
gave her a cuddle as she looked as if she could do with one. He guessed 
she was pleased to have him home again. She suggested that, as he was 
home, he should take his nappies off as he could use the toilet when 
needed. He agreed to that and, when she'd left him, he took down his 
trousers, then his rubber pants and nappies, placing the nappies and 
rubber pants in the bin. It felt strange, as he put on a pair of his 
normal underwear, not to have the bulk of the nappies around his hips 
and the slick feeling as the rubber pants caressed his thighs as he 
moved.

That evening, his mother came upstairs with him.

�You've forgotten, Tony. It's time for your exercises." She allowed him 
to take all his clothes off while she put a red rubber apron on and 
placed her equipment beside her. She sat down in the chair in his 
bedroom and placed a nappy across her lap.

�Come here, Tony and lie across my lap." Tony was surprised.

�Don't you want me on my side?"

"No, one of the nurses suggested that I might find this easier.�

�Come on, I won't hurt you!" Tony laid across her lap with his feet 
hanging down one side and his head the other. She took up the dilator 
which she'd lubricated from the dish on the table beside her. Parting 
the cheeks of his bottom with one hand, she leaned over to see where to 
insert the dilator. She inserted it as she'd been shown with a gentle 
side to side twisting motion, burying it up to the flange. She watched 
the clock as she held it there for one minute with the hand holding it 
in place resting on his bottom. Then, exchanging the dilator for a 
finger cott which she lubricated, she inserted her finger into his 
bottom, holding one of his buttock cheeks to one side with her other 
hand.

�Now then, Tony, you remember what to do?" Tony did his exercises, 
gripping her finger, holding for a count of ten, then letting go, 
repeating this ten times. When he'd done, his mum waggled her finger 
playfully in his bottom which made his penis become stiff. His mum 
could feel that pressing against her leg through the apron.

�Does that hurt, Tony?�
�What do you mean, mum," asked Tony, who was embarrassed.

"Where you were cut, is it still sore?" his mum asked, discretely.

�A little bit, but it's getting better!" came Tony's answer.

His mum withdrew her finger and told him to go and lie on his changing 
table. She chose a thick pile of nappies and, after folding them 
carefully, placed them under him. She then pulled them up between his 
legs and pinned them in place. She got him to stand up beside the table 
while she helped him to slide the rubber pants over his feet, up his 
legs and around his nappies. She made sure that all of the nappies were 
tucked inside the rubber pants. She handed him his pyjama top.

�What about my pyjama bottoms?" Tony asked.

�They'll only get messy if you leak and you've got something on your 
bottom half - your nappies! Now get into bed." His mum went to wash her 
hands and came back with a glass with the liquid paraffin which she 
handed to him. He drank it down. At least it was tasteless even if 
oily, Tony thought, not like castor oil! His mum was holding something 
behind her back.

�Sit up, Tony." He did so as his mum sat on the side of his bed. She 
pulled him across her lap again, so he was lying on the rubber apron. 
She then produced, rather like a magician proudly pulling a rabbit out 
of a hat, a large glass baby bottle with rubber teat. The bottle was 
filled with orange squash and she offered him the teat to suck. They 
both enjoyed the closeness of her holding him and his cuddling against 
her, sucking at the bottle. When he'd finished, she got him to lie 
down, then covered him up. She went out, rinsed the bottle and refilled 
it with water. Placing it on his bedside cabinet, she kissed him good 
night, then said, "Now remember, Tony, I don't want you getting up in 
the night to go to the toilet. You'll never get your nappies back on 
properly! So, if you need the toilet, use your nappies!" Tony smiled to 
himself. This wasn't going to be too bad!

In the middle of the night, Tony woke needing to use the toilet. 
Remembering he was at home, he started to get up and felt the bulk of 
the nappies between his legs as well, the rubber pants against his 
thighs and the rustling sound of the rubber as he moved. Remembering 
what his mum had said, he lay on his back and let go as it flowed 
across his tummy and between his legs before the nappies soaked it up. 
He picked up the bottle of water, put the teat in his mouth and started 
to suck, falling asleep before the bottle was empty. That's how his mum 
found him in the morning with the teat still in his mouth. His mum sent 
him to the bathroom to have a bath before getting dressed and going 
down to breakfast.

It was the Easter holidays which passed very quickly. Tony had the 
dilator inserted into his bottom at night, his mum's finger for the 
exercises, his dose of liquid paraffin to keep everything nice and 
soft, and then nappies and rubber pants for bedtime. Because of the 
large drink his mum gave him to wash down the liquid paraffin, he 
normally woke during the night having to make his nappies nice and wet. 
Occasionally the liquid paraffin, which leaked out every night, also 
cause him to have a bowel movement in his nappies. His mum didn't mind 
at all! He went back to school and soon caught up the week he'd missed 
while he'd been in hospital. He was not looking forward to the three 
month check up at the hospital as he guessed it would mean no more 
nappies and rubber pants at night.

However, things don't always happen as expected. After the first month 
one night when his mum inserted the dilator, Tony cried out in pain and 
his mum found that she couldn't quite get it all the way down to the 
flange. Over the next month, his mum was able to insert less and less 
until, two months after his stretch, she found it difficult to insert 
her finger for Tony to do his exercises and couldn't even get the 
dilator in at all. Had it not been for the liquid paraffin, Tony would 
almost certainly have been in as bad a state as before the surgery.

Tony and his mum set out for the hospital for the three month follow-
up. On arrival, his mum reported in at reception and they were directed 
to a waiting area. After a few minutes, a nurse called them to a 
consulting room where there was a couch, a curtain to screen the couch, 
a desk for the consultant and two chairs for patients and relatives. 
Tony was asked to come behind the curtain with the nurse who instructed 
him to take off all his clothes and to put on an examination gown, then 
lie down on the couch. Once all that was done, she covered him with a 
sheet and pulled the curtain back. After another wait, the consultant 
came in.

�How are things?" His mum replied, "I can't get the dilator in any 
more. I've used it every day and we'd done the exercises, but he's 
tightened right up." The consultant replied, "This does happen 
sometimes, so let's have a look at you, Tony." She put on rubber gloves 
and went over to him. She pulled back sheet and gown and examined her 
handiwork.

�That's healed up nicely. It's a neat circumcision. How is it Tony?" 
Tony was, of course embarrassed at being handled by her, and in front 
of his mother too! "It's all right," he mumbled.

�That's good. Let's have you on your left side with your knees up so I 
can examine your bottom." Tony assumed the required position as the 
nurse moved the sheet and gown to allow the consultant access. With a 
lubricated finger, she probed his bottom.

�Gosh, you really have tightened up, haven't you? Roll over on your 
back, now, Tony. You can cover him up, nurse, and put the back of the 
couch up so he can sit up."

When Tony was suitably covered and sitting, the consultant, sitting at 
her desk, spoke to mum and Tony.

�I recommend a more radical surgery this time. Last Time I just 
stretched him, but I can make some cuts around his back passage which 
will stop him contracting again and should prevent my having to do 
anything there again. I strongly recommend that you let me do that." 
His mum replied, "If you think it's necessary, then please go ahead." 
Meanwhile the consultant was filling in a consent form for the 
operation.

�If you'd sign there, please, we can then discuss a date." Tony's mum 
signed where she was told to. The consultant turned to Tony, "Tony, 
would you mind being back in the children's ward, rather than the 
teenage ward again?" Tony replied immediately, "No, the nurses were 
very kind to me, so I'd be happy to go there again." The consultant 
smiled at him, "Good boy! That's really helpful. In which case, I'd 
like you to come in again on Saturday morning.�
�What, this Saturday?" Tony's mum asked in surprise, "That's quick!" 
The consultant laughed, "Yes, it is. As Tony is happy to go back to the 
children's ward, I can fit him in this weekend and he should be fine to 
go back to school in September." Turning to Tony, "I'm afraid it will 
mean being in hospital during your summer holiday, but it will mean 
that you won't get behind at school. I can fit you in because a girl 
who was to be admitted in the children's ward this weekend for an 
operation has come down with German Measles! You're, lucky, Tony, as 
we'll soon have you sorted and it all over with. I'll get my secretary 
to type up your admission letter so you'll have it when you leave if 
you don't mind waiting while she types it." Tony's mum said that she 
was happy to wait.

�Oh yes, Tony, just one thing, I want you in at 9 o'clock on Saturday 
morning. No breakfast, and nothing to drink from midnight. Is that OK?" 
Tony replied, "No breakfast and nothing to drink after midnight?�
�That's right. You've got it."

Tony and his mum waited while the admission letter was typed. They had 
a cup of tea from the tea bar while they were waiting, but didn't have 
to wait long. As they went home, Tony's mum told him, "I'm so pleased 
you won't have to miss school. I'm sorry that you'll miss your holiday, 
but I'll see if we can go away at autumn half term somewhere nice. 
Would you like that?�
�That'd be great, mum. I don't mind being in hospital during the 
holiday as I don't want to get behind at school. It's hard trying to 
catch up when you've missed lessons."

Saturday came quickly as Tony was got up early to remove his nappies 
and rubber pants and then to have a bath. While he was bathing, his mum 
and dad ate their breakfasts so he wouldn't have to see them eating 
theirs. He came down stairs ready to go, just as him mum was putting 
her coat on. Tony slipped his shoes on, but, as it was a hot July day, 
decided that he didn't need a coat. They set off for the hospital and 
up to the children's ward. As before, the staff were expecting him. His 
mum kissed him good-bye after handing him his books to read. The nurse, 
whom Tony remembered from his last visit, smiled at him, "Welcome back, 
Tony. I'm sorry you've had to come back, but we'll try to make your 
stay as nice as possible.�
�Thank you, nurse, that's kind of you," was Tony's response, albeit 
with difficulty as his mouth was rather dry.

�Come with me and we'll get you sorted." Tony followed her to the 
bathroom, expecting the usual bath, glycerine enema and nappies which 
he'd had last time and which he'd discovered, from talking to the other 
children, was the normal pattern.

This time was to be rather different. There was a lady, obviously not a 
nurse because she was dressed in ordinary clothes, but wearing a rubber 
apron over the top. The nurse explained, "This lady is from a company 
which is asking us to try out a special treatment chair. We'd like to 
try it first on you to see what you think of it before we might try it 
on other patients. The idea is that we can do certain treatments with 
the patient confined to the chair and hopefully prevented form fighting 
us. Not every patient is as well behaved and co-operative as you are, 
Tony! Would you try it for us, please?�
�If it helps, of course I will!" was Tony's instant reply.

�Did you eat or drink anything this morning?�
�No, I did as I was asked. I didn't drink anything since midnight and I 
ate tea last night which was the last thing I ate." Thank you, Tony, I 
had to ask, but guessed you'd be really helpful," the nurse answered.

�Would you take all your clothes off for me, please?"

The lady uncovered the chair which had been hidden under a sheet. It 
was the strangest chair Tony had ever seen. There was a padded red 
rubber seat with a hole in it, and fastened to that was a pair of drop 
front rubber pants with poppers to fasten the pants. There looked to be 
plenty of elastic around where his waist would be, and around his legs 
as well. There was a padded rubber back to the seat and an adjustable 
head rest on a thin chrome rod, as well as arm rests with padded straps 
attached to the seat back and the arm rests. There was something hidden 
by the sheet behind the chair which Tony couldn't see. The lady asked 
Tony, now he'd got all his clothes off, to sit in the chair. Tony, 
being obedient, did as he was asked. It was a bit like sitting on a 
toilet with the hole in the seat. The lady knelt down in front of him 
and pulled the front of the attached rubber pants up and fastened each 
side in place. The elastic was tight around his legs and waist and the 
poppers were firm so that the pants helped to hold him down onto the 
seat. The lady asked Tony to put his arms on the arm rests, strapping 
him in place with the straps around the arm rests and the seat back 
with a strap under his arms and across his chest. The nurse spoke to 
the lady, "I am far from convinced so far. Tony is being co-operative. 
I don't think it would be easy to strap a struggling child down like 
that."

"You'd need two or three nurses, certainly, but our tests in other 
hospitals show it can be done."

"I think you'd end up terrifying the child so any further normal 
treatment would be made even more difficult," the nurse commented, "But 
I'll ask Tony afterwards. Tony, let me explain what this is. The idea 
is that we need to fill your tummy up with hot soapy water to wash out 
your insides. It's called an enema and we put the soapy water into your 
bottom with a special tube. The problem is that many patients struggle 
as they don't like it, even when we need to do it for their benefit. 
It's often messy, believe me! The children don't hold the soapy water 
when they're asked to and it gets everywhere. This firm contacted us to 
offer us a trial of this chair. In a while, I'll put a tube into your 
bottom and blow up a little balloon to hold it in place and to help to 
keep it inside you. When we've left the enema in long enough, I'll 
deflate the balloon and pull it out. There'll be pan under the hole in 
the seat to catch the soapy water when it comes out. Thank you for 
trying this. I do appreciate your help!"

"Now then," said the lady, "let's finish off getting you ready!" She 
picked up a nose clip and put it on Tony's nose. He had to start 
breathing through his mouth as was the intention. The lady suddenly 
inserted a large dummy in his mouth. It was coated in lubricant to help 
her to force it into his mouth. There was a hole in the dummy through 
which he could breathe. Once in, holding it against his lips and his 
head back against the headrest, the nurse strapped the dummy to the 
back of the chair, holding Tony's head firmly back. The clip was then 
removed from his nose.

�That's to keep your head still and to stop you from crying or 
screaming," the lady said.

�I know you won't because the nurse said you're very co-operative, but 
that's the idea, and I need to show the nurse the whole system." She 
turned to the nurse "Ready?" The nurse answered, "Yes, you'd better get 
on with it, but I'm far from convinced. Tony won't cause trouble, but I 
just can't see this helping with a patient who's already terrified and 
unco-operative." The lady went behind Tony and removed the sheet off 
whatever was behind him and there was a sudden hissing sound. Without 
warning, she pulled a large rubber hood over his head and over the 
headrest and around his neck, pulling it around his neck and the pole 
which supported the head rest. Tony was frightened when she did this 
and, as he took a deep breath in, he could smell a funny chemical 
smell. What he couldn't see because it was behind him was the oxygen 
cylinder connected to a trilene vaporiser leading to a corrugated 
rubber tube which went round to the front of the hood towards his nose 
and mouth. The pressure of the oxygen caused the hood to balloon up 
around his head. Tony held his breath because, despite being a good 
boy, he really didn't like this! He could only hold his breath for so 
long and started having to breathe. The nurse and the lady could see 
this as the hood moved in as he breathed in and out again as he 
breathed out. There was a deliberate slow leak around his neck so his 
exhaled carbon dioxide could escape. Tony took another breath and his 
head started to swim. He could hear a roaring in his ears and he felt 
as if he were falling through a black tunnel. He sagged as the trilene 
partially anaesthetised him. When the nurse saw this, the chair was 
tipped back on its bearings so she could get at his bottom through the 
hole in the seat. She picked up a large Foley catheter, lubricated the 
tip and inserted in through the narrow opening in Tony's bottom. She'd 
first tried to lubricated and dilate him with her gloved finger, but he 
really had become very 'tight' there. Once the catheter was partly 
inserted, she injected water from a syringe to fill the balloon of the 
catheter. She's used a 30FG catheter with a 30ml balloon so it would 
close off his back passage. She tipped Tony upright again as the rubber 
hood over his head continued to move in and out as Tony breathed. The 
slow leak around the neck of the hood was allowing the smell of the 
trilene into the room. On a drip stand was an enema can, filled to the 
top with hot soapy water. The nurse ran a little out of the tubing, 
checking that it had cooled down sufficiently, then connected the 
tubing to the catheter inserted into Tony's bottom. Because of the 
anaesthetic, she had the can up high so it ran in under some pressure 
and soon his tummy was bulging from all that hot soapy water. Once the 
can was empty, she clamped off the catheter, disconnected the tubing 
and then placed the collection container under the seat of the chair 
ready for when the catheter was released. She turned to the lady with 
her, "I've finished." The lady went to Tony and turned off the trilene, 
leaving him breathing just oxygen. She also tied a rubber bib under his 
neck with a sewn in pocket. After Tony had been on oxygen for five 
minutes, she removed the hood and turned the oxygen off. Next she 
removed the pacifier from Tony's mouth so his head flopped forward as 
he was still under the effects of the gas. The nurse said, "I'm far 
from happy about this and I will be telling sister why I'm not happy." 
Tony woke up and was promptly sick into the bib which caught the vomit 
in the pocket. The nurse wiped his mouth for him, "Sorry about this, 
Tony. How do you feel?"

"Sick!" came Tony's reply. Gradually he came round and the nurse 
explained again about the enema inside him as Tony was still rather 
drowsy. She asked if she could remove the catheter. Tony, who was 
feeling very full from the enema, said, "Yes, please!" She deflated the 
balloon of the catheter with the syringe, then pulled it out as Tony 
released a stream of soapy water and stool into the receiver beneath 
him. He also passed urine up his front as his penis had become a little 
stiff -Tony was growing up! The rubber pants fastened to the toilet 
type seat caused that to flow down his abdomen between his legs and 
into the receiver underneath him. The nurse knelt down in front of him, 
"Tony, how do you feel now?�
�Better, thank you. I was really frightened when that hood was put over 
my head and that horrible chemical smell." The nurse turned to the 
lady, "See, I told you it would frighten the children, and Tony is a 
sensible lad who's not frightened easily!" Tony said that he felt 
empty, so the bib was removed from around his neck, to Tony's great 
delight as the smell of the vomit it the bib was making him feel 
nauseous again. He was unstrapped from the chair and lifted onto the 
trolley beside him while the nurse washed him clean from head to foot, 
not bathing him this time as he was still under the effects of the 
trilene which are slow to disperse, dried him, creamed him, applied 
some baby powder and then put him in thick nappies and rubber pants. 
Meanwhile, the lady had left the room. When she'd gone, the nurse 
cuddled Tony to her "I'm so sorry, pet. That must have been horrid! I 
was asked to try it out on you as sister thought it would be like that 
and she didn't want to terrify any of the younger children. At least 
you understand that we were asked to try it and now we have! I'll get 
it taken away today if I have any say in it!" later that day, when Tony 
was taken in for another nappy change, the chair had gone.

The nurse, after she'd put Tony in nappies and cuddled him - which he 
enjoyed so much , he wished, she didn't have to stop - gave him a glass 
of orange juice with Epsom Salts in it.

�It's Epsom salts this time, Tony. Sister thought you'd prefer that to 
castor oil this time as you've had the enema as well."

Later, the nurse who'd put him in nappies the first time he'd been in 
hospital, came over to his bed wearing a rubber apron and carrying a 
large glass bottle filled with orange squash, complete with a rubber 
teat on the bottle. She put the bottle down on Tony's bedside cabinet, 
pulled the curtains around his bed and then sat on the chair beside his 
bed. Patting her lap, she indicated that Tony should get out of bed and 
sit on her lap. He did so, as she put her left arm around him to 
support him. Pulling him close to her, she put her other arm around him 
to give him a cuddle. His head was pressed against her breast, covered 
by her uniform and the rubber apron against his cheek. In years to 
come, he'd love the feeling of rubber against his face, never realising 
that this had come from his feeling of love and security when he'd been 
cuddled by the nurses in hospital. She lent forward and whispered to 
him, "Tony, you remember when you came here last time and I put you in 
nappies? I told you then that you'd get to like wearing them. Was I 
right?" Tony replied shyly and quietly, "Yes, you were right. They 
don't make being in hospital seem so bad somehow!" The nurse smiled, 
"You're a good boy Tony, and we like looking after you. We're sorry for 
your experience in that chair, but sister felt that we had to try it on 
one of our patients and you'd be the most understanding.�
�I don't mind now. I won't have to have that done to me again, will I?�
�I'm afraid you'll have another enema tomorrow morning, but we 
certainly won't do that to you again! Sister ordered it removed 
straight away. It really did frighten you, didn't it?" Tony replied in 
a quiet voice, "Yes, it was horrible when that hood was pulled over my 
head with that funny chemical smell. I was terrified because I didn't 
know what was happening.�
�You poor boy!" the nurse said, as she cuddled him closer. After a 
while, she picked up the bottle and gave it to Tony who sucked greedily 
at it. When he'd finished, she lifted him back into bed, patted his 
head and told him, "I'll be back later to give you some more. You 
remember last time? You'll have lots of watery stools to pass into your 
nappy as the Epsom Salts washes you out inside. As you had an enema 
first, it may be mostly watery fluid, so you're in nice thick nappies! 
While I'm here, let's check you're all covered up properly." She lifted 
the covers off Tony, and pulled his gown up to check that all the 
nappies were tucked securely inside his rubber pants. They were, so she 
pulled the covers over him and smiled at him again.

�You know why we like looking after you, Tony? You don't make a fuss 
like some of the children. You're such a good boy!�
�My mum doesn't think so," came his reply, "My mum says I'm always 
getting into mischief!" The nurse laughed, "I think we need to tell 
your mum how good you are. It might help!" With that, she pulled back 
the curtains, and left Tony to read one of his books.

About an hour later, she came back, still wearing the rubber apron and 
carrying another bottle of squash for him to drink. Pulling the 
curtains around his bed, she sat him on her lap and gave him the bottle 
to drink from. While he was sucking, they both heard the gurgle from 
his tummy. Tony stopped sucking as his tummy gurgled again, then 
exploded into his nappy. He released the teat from his mouth and said, 
"Sorry!" The nurse put the teat back again, "Drink, Tony! Don't 
apologise. That's what Epsom Salts does. Just let it out." Tony 
released some more and also emptied his bladder. He could feel that the 
nurse had been right: it was mainly water which was soaking into the 
thick layer of nappies surrounding his bottom. He finished the drink 
and the nurse lifted him back into bed carefully.

�We'll leave you a bit longer before we change you. I expect there's 
more to come, and your nappies should hold quite a bit more!" She was 
right. There was more to come and Tony could feel that all the nappy in 
contact with his skin was warm and wet. She came back after another 
hour and invited Tony to waddle to the bathroom with her.

�This is why you didn't get a normal bath on arrival, Tony. You're 
about to get it now!" She started the shower attachment on the bath 
running and checked to see if it was a safe temperature and warm enough 
for Tony. Standing him in the shower, she slipped the rubber pants off 
him as his by now brown and soaked nappies hung down with the weight of 
them from his hips. Unpinning the nappies, she removed them carefully 
and dropped them in the waiting bin. Using the shower attachment, she 
hosed the mess off Tony's hips and buttocks, as well as between his 
legs. She then used the shower to swill round the bath to clean that 
out before putting the plug in and turning on the taps. She washed Tony 
all over, starting with his face and hair, before washing the rest of 
him. Once she was happy that he was clean, she pulled out the plug and 
got him to stand up. Placing a large bath sheet around him, she lifted 
him onto her lap and proceeded to dry him. To his surprise, when he was 
fully dry, he was lifted up and laid face down across her lap on the 
towel with his bottom in the air.

�We didn't take your temperature, Tony!" The nurse picked up the 
lubricated thermometer she'd put out ready and inserted it gently into 
his waiting bottom, parting his cheeks with her other hand, still 
protected by the rubber gloves she'd had on to bath him. She held it in 
his bottom with one hand whilst resting her other across his bottom to 
hold him still, not that Tony was wriggling anyway. It was such a 
submissive position with the glass thermometer sticking out from his 
bottom, held firmly by the nurse as he laid head and legs down across 
her lap with her hand resting across his bottom. However, Tony was 
secretly enjoying her loving care. He was disappointed when she pulled 
the thermometer out, releasing him as she wiped it clean and checked 
his temperature.

�Perfectly normal, Tony! That means there will be no problems having 
your operation on Monday!" Lifting him onto the trolley, she applied 
another thick layer of nappies and a clean pair of rubber pants.

�Are you thirsty?" Tony replied, "Yes, please, I'd like another drink." 
The nurse laughed.

�Let's get you back to your bed and I'll get you one. In a bottle 
again?" Tony nodded shyly. He was really enjoying being babied and not 
looking forward to when all this care had to stop. Back in his bed, she 
came over and sat him on her lap again whilst she gave him the bottle.

�Sister said I had to be sure that you drank plenty and this way I can 
see that you do just that!

During the course of the morning, he both wet his nappies and released 
more brown water from his bottom as the Epsom Salts washed him through. 
While the other children were having their lunch, he was taken back to 
the bathroom where his bottom was washed, creamed and he was changed 
into dry nappies again.

After lunch, all the children were expected to have a nap, Tony amongst 
them. The nurses pulled the curtains to the windows of the ward, and 
then going round giving every child a dummy to suck. Tony was expecting 
this and dutifully opened his mouth for his rather larger dummy to be 
popped in. Lying down, sucking on his rubber teat dummy, Tony did, to 
his surprise, fall asleep. Rather, he was surprised when he woke up to 
find a couple of hours had passed. After the nurses pulled back the 
curtains, he was allowed out to sit or play with the other children. 
The nurse who invited him to join her and the other children in the 
play area told him that he'd been kept in bed that morning in case he 
was still affected by the gas he'd been given. At regular intervals, he 
was brought a glass of squash by one of the other nurses. he'd have 
preferred to sit on a nurse's lap, be cuddled, and given it from a 
bottle, but he could see that the other nurses were busy with other 
children and he was glad that at least he'd been cuddled in the 
morning.

By the time the other children had been changed before their tea and he 
was changed while they were eating theirs, his nappies had been well 
and truly wet by him. He'd passed some more fluid form his back 
passage, but most of it had come from his bladder as he'd sat there 
reading his book quietly and just letting it out whenever he felt his 
bladder filling. The nurse he'd been sitting with while the other 
patients had been playing had spoken to him to ask how he liked school 
and so on, while she kept her eye on the others. Between reading and 
talking with the nurse, he'd spent a very pleasant afternoon, and in 
nappies too! The nurse had been right that first day he'd been admitted 
last time. It really was great to wear nappies!

After his liquid 'tea', a large glass of orange juice, it was visiting 
time. His mum and dad came to see him, but he decided not to mention 
what had happened that morning in case it upset his mum, and he didn't 
want to do that. That night, the other children were changed and tucked 
in for the night. Tony was last to be changed. As he was just wet, a 
rubber sheet was pulled under him and he was changed on the bed. When 
he'd been wiped dry, the nurse sat down on the chair beside his bed and 
spread the nappies over the rubber apron covering her lap.

�Come and lie across me, Tony. Time to check your temperature!" Tony 
smiled as he laid across her lap, head and feet down and bottom in the 
air. The nurse inserted the thermometer into his bottom with a twisting 
motion as she parted his cheeks with her other hand. She idly twiddled 
the thermometer while it was inside him and Tony wanted her to keep 
doing it. It felt great! She removed the thermometer, wiped and checked 
it, then finished putting him in his night time nappies and rubber 
pants. After clearing up the changing equipment onto the trolley, she 
tucked him into bed, leaving the curtains around him. Later, after all 
was quiet on the ward, one of the night staff came over to him.

�Tony," she whispered softly, "Sister wants you to have another drink 
before you go to sleep. We keep giving you sugary drinks because you're 
not being allowed to eat anything. Would you like it in a cup or a 
bottle? Orange juice or orange squash or lemon squash?�
�Orange juice, please, and could I have a bottle?�
�Of course you can!" The nurse went to get him a bottle of squash and 
came back, wearing her rubber apron and a carrying the bottle and a 
rubber bib. Putting the bottle on the bedside table, she tied the bib 
around Tony's neck.

�We don't want a wet gown if you dribble because you've gone to sleep 
on me!" she said quietly.

�Sit up and let me sit on the bed." Tony sat up, the nurse sat on the 
bed and let Tony rest his head in her lap. She held the bottle for him 
as he suck!
 ed away
at the juice, looking up at her smiling at him. She thought to herself 
how even the big boys were little boys at heart and just wanted to be 
mothered! When he'd drunk the juice, she popped his duTony arrives back 
in hospital for his next operation, still on the children's ward and in 
nappies
story: "When he'd drunk it all, she lifted the tired boy back into bed 
, covered him up, raised the side of his crib, turned the light off and 
quietly slid back the curtains. She turned to look at him. he had his 
thumb in his mouth and was already asleep."

In part 2, Tony goes home, wears his nappies to bed at night, but all 
does not work out for him. His stretched muscle shrinks despite his 
mum's attention and he becomes constipated again. The consultant 
decides to operate again, but to do a more radical surgery this time.

In the morning, his nappies felt slippery around his bottom. When he 
was changed, there was an oily orange patch where he'd leaked some of 
the liquid paraffin. The next night, he woke to feel the need to pass 
urine so relaxed and let it flow into his nappy. To his surprise, his 
bowels released as well, filling his nappy with a lot of soft stool. 
Later, when the nurse came to change him, she was actually pleased at 
the messy nappy! "Good, you should be able to go home tomorrow now 
you've done that. Your circumcision is healing nicely so we'll put a 
new dressing on tomorrow. When that comes off, you won't need another 
dressing." Tony was sad to be going home as he'd discovered that being 
cared for by the nurses had been fun. he'd not had any chores to do as 
he did when he was at home and the hustle and bustle of the ward had 
been an entertainment in itself.

The next day, his mum did come to take him home as she'd been asked to 
do the night before. She'd brought some clothes in for him to wear 
home. The nurse pulled the curtains around his bed while his mum handed 
him the clothes to put on.

�But mum, I've still got my nappy and rubber pants on!" Tony exclaimed.

�I know," his mum said, "the nurses have told me that I should keep in 
those for a while at home until you don't have any 'accidents' during 
the day time. Don't worry about it. Those trousers are a bit bigger 
than the ones you wore here to allow room for your nappies." Tony said 
good-bye to all the nurses, and pleased them when he thanked them for 
their care of him. With a heavy heart, he went with his mum out of the 
hospital and caught the bus home.

When he got home, he was surprised to see a trestle table in his 
bedroom with a rubber sheet on the top, a covered bin and an extra 
cupboard. His mum smiled, "Your dad sorted that out so I can change you 
in here and the cupboard is for your nappies and rubber pants. There's 
a rubber sheet on your mattress as well!" Tony smiled at his mum and 
gave her a cuddle as she looked as if she could do with one. He guessed 
she was pleased to have him home again. She suggested that, as he was 
home, he should take his nappies off as he could use the toilet when 
needed. He agreed to that and, when she'd left him, he took down his 
trousers, then his rubber pants and nappies, placing the nappies and 
rubber pants in the bin. It felt strange, as he put on a pair of his 
normal underwear, not to have the bulk of the nappies around his hips 
and the slick feeling as the rubber pants caressed his thighs as he 
moved.

That evening, his mother came upstairs with him.

�You've forgotten, Tony. It's time for your exercises." She allowed him 
to take all his clothes off while she put a red rubber apron on and 
placed her equipment beside her. She sat down in the chair in his 
bedroom and placed a nappy across her lap.

�Come here, Tony and lie across my lap." Tony was surprised.

�Don't you want me on my side?�

�No, one of the nurses suggested that I might find this easier. Come 
on, I won't hurt you!" Tony laid across her lap with his feet hanging 
down one side and his head the other. She took up the dilator which 
she'd lubricated from the dish on the table beside her. Parting the 
cheeks of his bottom with one hand, she leaned over to see where to 
insert the dilator. She inserted it as she'd been shown with a gentle 
side to side twisting motion, burying it up to the flange. She watched 
the clock as she held it there for one minute with the hand holding it 
in place resting on his bottom. Then, exchanging the dilator for a 
finger cott which she lubricated, she inserted her finger into his 
bottom, holding one of his buttock cheeks to one side with her other 
hand.

�Now then, Tony, you remember what to do?" Tony did his exercises, 
gripping her finger, holding for a count of ten, then letting go, 
repeating this ten times. When he'd done, his mum waggled her finger 
playfully in his bottom which made his penis become stiff. His mum 
could feel that pressing against her leg through the apron.

�Does that hurt, Tony?�

�What do you mean, mum," asked Tony. embarrassed.

�Where you were cut, is it still sore?" his mum asked, discretely.

�A little bit, but it's getting better!" came Tony's answer.

His mum withdrew her finger and told him to go and lie on his changing 
table. She chose a thick pile of nappies and, after folding them 
carefully, placed them under him. She then pulled them up between his 
legs and pinned them in place. She got him to stand up beside the table 
while she helped him to slide the rubber pants over his feet, up his 
legs and around his nappies. She made sure that all of the nappies were 
tucked inside the rubber pants. She handed him his pyjama top.

�What about my pyjama bottoms?" Tony asked.

�They'll only get messy if you leak and you've got something on your 
bottom half - your nappies! Now get into bed." His mum went to wash her 
hands and came back with a glass with the liquid paraffin which she 
handed to him. He drank it down. At least it was tasteless even if 
oily, Tony thought, not like castor oil! His mum was holding something 
behind her back.

�Sit up, Tony." He did so as his mum sat on the side of his bed. She 
pulled him across her lap again, so he was lying on the rubber apron. 
She then produced, rather like a magician proudly pulling a rabbit out 
of a hat, a large glass baby bottle with rubber teat. The bottle was 
filled with orange squash and she offered him the teat to suck. They 
both enjoyed the closeness of her holding him and his cuddling against 
her, sucking at the bottle. When he'd finished, she got him to lie 
down, then covered him up. She went out, rinsed the bottle and refilled 
it with water. Placing it on his bedside cabinet, she kissed him good 
night, then said, "Now remember, Tony, I don't want you getting up in 
the night to go to the toilet. You'll never get your nappies back on 
properly! So, if you need the toilet, use your nappies!" Tony smiled to 
himself. This wasn't going to be too bad!

In the middle of the night, Tony woke needing to use the toilet. 
Remembering he was at home, he started to get up and felt the bulk of 
the nappies between his legs as well, the rubber pants against his 
thighs and the rustling sound of the rubber as he moved. Remembering 
what his mum had said, he laid on his back and let go as it flowed 
across his tummy and between his legs before the nappies soaked it up. 
He picked up the bottle of water, put the teat in his mouth and started 
to suck, falling asleep before the bottle was empty. That's how his mum 
found him in the morning with the teat still in his mouth. His mum sent 
him to the bathroom to have a bath before getting dressed and going 
down to breakfast.
It was the Easter holidays which passed very quickly. Tony had the 
dilator inserted into his bottom at night, his mum's finger for the 
exercises, his dose of liquid paraffin to keep everything nice and 
soft, and then nappies and rubber pants for bedtime. Because of the 
large drink his mum gave him to wash down the liquid paraffin, he 
normally woke during the night having to make his nappies nice and wet. 
Occasionally the liquid paraffin, which leaked out every night, also 
cause him to have a bowel movement in his nappies. His mum didn't mind 
at all! He went back to school and soon caught up the week he'd missed 
while he'd been in hospital. He was not looking forward to the three 
month check up at the hospital as he guessed it would mean no more 
nappies and rubber pants at night.


However, things don't always happen as expected. After the first month 
one night when his mum inserted the dilator, Tony cried out in pain and 
his mum found that she couldn't quite get it all the way down to the 
flange. Over the next month, his mum was able to insert less and less 
until, two months after his stretch, she found it difficult to insert 
her finger for Tony to do his exercises and couldn't even get the 
dilator in at all. Had it not been for the liquid paraffin, Tony would 
almost certainly have been in as bad a state as before the surgery.

Tony and his mum set out for the hospital for the three month follow-
up. On arrival, his mum reported in at reception and they were directed 
to a waiting area. After a few minutes, a nurse called them to a 
consulting room where there was a couch, a curtain to screen the couch, 
a desk for the consultant and two chairs for patients and relatives. 
Tony was asked to come behind the curtain with the nurse who instructed 
him to take off all his clothes and to put on an examination gown, then 
lie down on the couch. Once all that was done, she covered him with a 
sheet and pulled the curtain back. After another wait, the consultant 
came in.

�How are things?" His mum replied, "I can't get the dilator in any 
more. I've used it every day and we'd done the exercises, but he's 
tightened right up." The consultant replied, "This does happen 
sometimes, so let's have a look at you, Tony." She put on rubber gloves 
and went over to him. She pulled back sheet and gown and examined her 
handiwork.

�That's healed up nicely. It's a neat circumcision. How is it Tony?" 
Tony was, of course embarrassed at being handled by her, and in front 
of his mother too! "It's all right," he mumbled.

�That's good. Let's have you on your left side with your knees up so I 
can examine your bottom." Tony assumed the required position as the 
nurse moved the sheet and gown to allow the consultant access. With a 
lubricated finger, she probed his bottom.

�Gosh, you really have tightened up, haven't you? Roll over on your 
back, now, Tony. You can cover him up, nurse, and put the back of the 
couch up so he can sit up."

When Tony was suitably covered and sitting, the consultant, sitting at 
her desk, spoke to mum and Tony.

�I recommend a more radical surgery this time. Last Time I just 
stretched him, but I can make some cuts around his back passage which 
will stop him contracting again and should prevent my having to do 
anything there again. I strongly recommend that you let me do that." 
His mum replied, "If you think it's necessary, then please go ahead." 
Meanwhile the consultant was filling in a consent form for the 
operation.

�If you'd sign there, please, we can then discuss a date." Tony's mum 
signed where she was told to. The consultant turned to Tony, "Tony, 
would you mind being back in the children's ward, rather than the 
teenage ward again?" Tony replied immediately, "No, the nurses were 
very kind to me, so I'd be happy to go there again." The consultant 
smiled at him, "Good boy! That's really helpful. In which case, I'd 
like you to come in again on Saturday morning.�

�What, this Saturday?" Tony's mum asked in surprise, "That's quick!" 
The consultant laughed, "Yes, it is. As Tony is happy to go back to the 
children's ward, I can fit him in this weekend and he should be fine to 
go back to school in September." Turning to Tony, "I'm afraid it will 
mean being in hospital during your summer holiday, but it will mean 
that you won't get behind at school. I can fit you in because a girl 
who was to be admitted in the children's ward this weekend for an 
operation has come down with German Measles! You're, lucky, Tony, as 
we'll soon have you sorted and it all over with. I'll get my secretary 
to type up your admission letter so you'll have it when you leave if 
you don't mind waiting while she types it." Tony's mum said that she 
was happy to wait.

�Oh yes, Tony, just one thing, I want you in at 9 o'clock on Saturday 
morning. No breakfast, and nothing to drink from midnight. Is that OK?" 
Tony replied, "No breakfast and nothing to drink after midnight?�

�That's right. You've got it."

Tony and his mum waited while the admission letter was typed. They had 
a cup of tea from the tea bar while they were waiting, but didn't have 
to wait long. As they went home, Tony's mum told him, "I'm so pleased 
you won't have to miss school. I'm sorry that you'll miss your holiday, 
but I'll see if we can go away at autumn half term somewhere nice. 
Would you like that?�

�That'd be great, mum. I don't mind being in hospital during the 
holiday as I don't want to get behind at school. It's hard trying to 
catch up when you've missed lessons."

Saturday came quickly as Tony was got up early to remove his nappies 
and rubber pants and then to have a bath. While he was bathing, his mum 
and dad ate their breakfasts so he wouldn't have to see them eating 
theirs. He came down stairs ready to go, just as him mum was putting 
her coat on. Tony slipped his shoes on, but, as it was a hot July day, 
decided that he didn't need a coat. They set off for the hospital and 
up to the children's ward. As before, the staff were expecting him. His 
mum kissed him good-bye after handing him his books to read. The nurse, 
whom Tony remembered from his last visit, smiled at him, "Welcome back, 
Tony. I'm sorry you've had to come back, but we'll try to make your 
stay as nice as possible.�

�Thank you, nurse, that's kind of you," was Tony's response, albeit 
with difficulty as his mouth was rather dry.

�Come with me and we'll get you sorted." Tony followed her to the 
bathroom, expecting the usual bath, glycerine enema and nappies which 
he'd had last time and which he'd discovered, from talking to the other 
children, was the normal pattern.

This time was to be rather different. There was a lady, obviously not a 
nurse because she was dressed in ordinary clothes, but wearing a rubber 
apron over the top. The nurse explained, "This lady is from a company 
which is asking us to try out a special treatment chair. We'd like to 
try it first on you to see what you think of it before we might try it 
on other patients. The idea is that we can do certain treatments with 
the patient confined to the chair and hopefully prevented form fighting 
us. Not every patient is as well behaved and co-operative as you are, 
Tony! Would you try it for us, please?�

�If it helps, of course I will!" was Tony's instant reply.

�Did you eat or drink anything this morning?�

�No, I did as I was asked. I didn't drink anything since midnight and I 
ate tea last night which was the last thing I ate." Thank you, Tony, I 
had to ask, but guessed you'd be really helpful," the nurse answered.

�Would you take all your clothes off for me, please?"
The lady uncovered the chair which had been hidden under a sheet. It 
was the strangest chair Tony had ever seen. There was a padded red 
rubber seat with a hole in it, and fastened to that was a pair of drop 
front rubber pants with poppers to fasten the pants. There looked to be 
plenty of elastic around where his waist would be, and around his legs 
as well. There was a padded rubber back to the seat and an adjustable 
head rest on a thin chrome rod, as well as arm rests with padded straps 
attached to the seat back and the arm rests. There was something hidden 
by the sheet behind the chair which Tony couldn't see. The lady asked 
Tony, now he'd got all his clothes off, to sit in the chair. Tony, 
being obedient, did as he was asked. It was a bit like sitting on a 
toilet with the hole in the seat. The lady knelt down in front of him 
and pulled the front of the attached rubber pants up and fastened each 
side in place. The elastic was tight around his legs and waist and the 
poppers were firm so that the pants helped to hold him down onto the 
seat. The lady asked Tony to put his arms on the arm rests, strapping 
him in place with the straps around the arm rests and the seat back 
with a strap under his arms and across his chest. The nurse spoke to 
the lady, "I am far from convinced so far. Tony is being co-operative. 
I don't think it would be easy to strap a struggling child down like 
that.�

�You'd need two or three nurses, certainly, but our tests in other 
hospitals show it can be done.�

�I think you'd end up terrifying the child so any further normal 
treatment would be made even more difficult," the nurse commented, "But 
I'll ask Tony afterwards. Tony, let me explain what this is. The idea 
is that we need to fill your tummy up with hot soapy water to wash out 
your insides. It's called an enema and we put the soapy water into your 
bottom with a special tube. The problem is that many patients struggle 
as they don't like it, even when we need to do it for their benefit. 
It's often messy, believe me! The children don!
 't hold
the soapy water when they're asked to and it gets everywhere. This firm 
contacted us to offer us a trial of this chair. In a while, I'll put a 
tube into your bottom and blow up a little balloon to hold it in place 
and to help to keep it inside you. When we've left the enema in long 
enough, I'll deflate the balloon and pull it out. There'll be pan under 
the hole in the seat to catch the soapy water when it comes out. Thank 
you for trying this. I do appreciate your help!"

"Now then," said the lady, "let's finish off getting you ready!" She 
picked up a nose clip and put it on Tony's nose. He had to start 
breathing through his mouth as was the intention. The lady suddenly 
inserted a large dummy in his mouth. It was coated in lubricant to help 
her to force it into his mouth. There was a hole in the dummy through 
which he could breathe. Once in, holding it against his lips and his 
head back against the headrest, the nurse strapped the dummy to the 
back of the chair, holding Tony's head firmly back. The clip was then 
removed from his nose.

�That's to keep your head still and to stop you from crying or 
screaming," the lady said.

�I know you won't because the nurse said you're very co-operative, but 
that's the idea, and I need to show the nurse the whole system." She 
turned to the nurse "Ready?" The nurse answered, "Yes, you'd better get 
on with it, but I'm far from convinced. Tony won't cause trouble, but I 
just can't see this helping with a patient who's already terrified and 
unco-operative." The lady went behind Tony and removed the sheet off 
whatever was behind him and there was a sudden hissing sound. Without 
warning, she pulled a large rubber hood over his head and over the 
headrest and around his neck, pulling it around his neck and the pole 
which supported the head rest. Tony was frightened when she did this 
and, as he took a deep breath in, he could smell a funny chemical 
smell. What he couldn't see because it was behind him was the oxygen 
cylinder connected to a trilene vaporiser leading to a corrugated 
rubber tube which went round to the front of the hood towards his nose 
and mouth. The pressure of the oxygen caused the hood to balloon up 
around his head. Tony held his breath because, despite being a good 
boy, he really didn't like this! He could only hold his breath for so 
long and started having to breathe. The nurse and the lady could see 
this as the hood moved in as he breathed in and out again as he 
breathed out. There was a deliberate slow leak around his neck s!
 o his ex
haled carbon dioxide could escape. Tony took another breath and his 
head started to swim. he could hear a roaring in his ears and he felt 
as if he were falling through a black tunnel. He sagged as the trilene 
partially anaesthetised him. When the nurse saw this, the chair was 
tipped back on its bearings so she could get at his bottom through the 
hole in the seat. She picked up a large Foley catheter, lubricated the 
tip and inserted in through the narrow opening in Tony's bottom. She'd 
first tried to lubricated and dilate him with her gloved finger, but he 
really had become very 'tight' there. Once the catheter was partly 
inserted, she injected water from a syringe to fill the balloon of the 
catheter. She's used a 30FG catheter with a 30ml balloon so it would 
close off his back passage. She tipped Tony upright again as the rubber 
hood over his head continued to move in and out as Tony breathed. The 
slow leak around the neck of the hood was allowing the smell of the 
trilene into the room. On a drip stand was an enema can, filled to the 
top with hot soapy water. The nurse ran a little out of the tubing, 
checking that it had cooled down sufficiently, then connected the 
tubing to the catheter inserted into Tony's bottom. Because of the 
anaesthetic, she had the can up high so it ran in under some pressure 
and soon his tummy was bulging from all that hot soapy water. Once the 
can was empty, she clamped off the catheter, disconnected the tubing 
and then placed the collection container under the seat of the chair 
ready for when the catheter was released. She turned to the lady with 
her, "I've finished." The lady went to Tony and turned off the trilene, 
leaving him breathing just oxygen. She also tied a rubber bib under his 
neck with a sewn in pocket. After Tony had been on oxygen for five 
minutes, she removed the hood and turned the oxygen off. Next she 
removed the pacifier from Tony's mouth so his head flopped forward as 
he was still under the effects of the gas. The nurse said, "I'm far 
from happy about this an!
 d I will
 be telling sister why I'm not happy." Tony woke up and was promptly 
sick into the bib which caught the vomit in the pocket. The nurse wiped 
his mouth for him, "Sorry about this, Tony. How do you feel?�

�Sick!" came Tony's reply. Gradually he came round and the nurse 
explained again about the enema inside him as Tony was still rather 
drowsy. She asked if she could remove the catheter. Tony, who was 
feeling very full from the enema, said, "Yes, please!" She deflated the 
balloon of the catheter with the syringe, then pulled it out as Tony 
released a stream of soapy water and stool into the receiver beneath 
him. He also passed urine up his front as his penis had become a little 
stiff -Tony was growing up! The rubber pants fastened to the toilet 
type seat caused that to flow down his abdomen between his legs and 
into the receiver underneath him. The nurse knelt down in front of him, 
"Tony, how do you feel now?�

�Better, thank you. I was really frightened when that hood was put over 
my head and that horrible chemical smell." The nurse turned to the 
lady, "See, I told you it would frighten the children, and Tony is a 
sensible lad who's not frightened easily!" Tony said that he felt 
empty, so the bib was removed from around his neck, to Tony's great 
delight as the smell of the vomit it the bib was making him feel 
nauseous again. He was unstrapped from the chair and lifted onto the 
trolley beside him while the nurse washed him clean from head to foot, 
not bathing him this time as he was still under the effects of the 
trilene which are slow to disperse, dried him, creamed him, applied 
some baby powder and then put him in thick nappies and rubber pants. 
Meanwhile, the lady had left the room. When she'd gone, the nurse 
cuddled Tony to her "I'm so sorry, pet. That must have been horrid! I 
was asked to try it out on you as sister thought it would be like that 
and she didn't want to terrify any of the younger children. At least 
you understand that we were asked to try it and now we have! I'll get 
it taken away today i!
 f I have
 any say in it!" later that day, when Tony was taken in for another 
nappy change, the chair had gone.

The nurse, after she'd put Tony in nappies and cuddled him - which he 
enjoyed so much , he wished, she didn't have to stop - gave him a glass 
of orange juice with Epsom Salts in it.

�It's Epsom salts this time, Tony. Sister thought you'd prefer that to 
castor oil this time as you've had the enema as well."

Later, the nurse who'd put him in nappies the first time he'd been in 
hospital, came over to his bed wearing a rubber apron and carrying a 
large glass bottle filled with orange squash, complete with a rubber 
teat on the bottle. She put the bottle down on Tony's bedside cabinet, 
pulled the curtains around his bed and then sat on the chair beside his 
bed. Patting her lap, she indicated that Tony should get out of bed and 
sit on her lap. He did so, as she put her left arm around him to 
support him. Pulling him close to her, she put her other arm around him 
to give him a cuddle. his head was pressed against her breast, covered 
by her uniform and the rubber apron against his cheek. In years to 
come, he'd love the feeling of rubber against his face, never realising 
that this had come from his feeling of love and security when he'd been 
cuddled by the nurses in hospital. She lent forward and whispered to 
him, "Tony, you remember when you came here last time and I put you in 
nappies? I told you then that you'd get to like wearing them. Was I 
right?" Tony replied shyly and quietly, "Yes, you were right. They 
don't make being in hospital seem so bad somehow!" The nurse smiled, 
"You're a good boy Tony, and we like looking after you. We're sorry for 
your experience in that chair, but sister felt that we had to try it on 
one of our patients and you'd be the most understanding.�

�I don't mind now. I won't have to have that done to me again, will I?�

�I'm afraid you'll have another enema tomorrow morning, but we 
certainly won't do that to you again! Sister ordered it removed 
straight away. It really did frighten you, didn't it?" Tony replied in 
a quiet voice, "Yes, it was horrible when that hood was pulled over my 
head with that funny chemical smell. I was terrified because I didn't 
know what was happening.�

�You poor boy!" the nurse said, as she cuddled him closer. After a 
while, she picked up the bottle and gave it to Tony who sucked greedily 
at it. When he'd finished, she lifted him back into bed, patted his 
head an!
 d told h
im, "I'll be back later to give you some more. You remember last time? 
You'll have lots of watery stools to pass into your nappy as the Epsom 
Salts washes you out inside. As you had an enema first, it may be 
mostly watery fluid, so you're in nice thick nappies! While I'm here, 
let's check you're all covered up properly." She lifted the covers off 
Tony, and pulled his gown up to check that all the nappies were tucked 
securely inside his rubber pants. They were, so she pulled the covers 
over him and smiled at him again.

�You know why we like looking after you, Tony? You don't make a fuss 
like some of the children. You're such a good boy!�

�My mum doesn't think so," came his reply, "My mum says I'm always 
getting into mischief!" The nurse laughed, "I think we need to tell 
your mum how good you are. It might help!" With that, she pulled back 
the curtains, and left Tony to read one of his books.

About an hour later, she came back, still wearing the rubber apron and 
carrying another bottle of squash for him to drink. Pulling the 
curtains around his bed, she sat him on her lap and gave him the bottle 
to drink from. While he was sucking, they both heard the gurgle from 
his tummy. Tony stopped sucking as his tummy gurgled again, then 
exploded into his nappy. he released the teat from his mouth and said, 
"Sorry!" The nurse put the teat back again, "Drink, Tony! Don't 
apologise. That's what Epsom Salts does. Just let it out." Tony 
released some more and also emptied his bladder. He could feel that the 
nurse had been right: it was mainly water which was soaking into the 
thick layer of nappies surrounding his bottom. He finished the drink 
and the nurse lifted him back into bed carefully.

�We'll leave you a bit longer before we change you. I expect there's 
more to come, and your nappies should hold quite a bit more!" She was 
right. there was more to come and Tony could feel that all the nappy in 
contact with his skin was warm and wet. She came back after another 
hour and invited Tony to waddle to the bathroom with her.

�This is why you didn't get a normal bath on arrival, Tony. You're 
about to get it now!" She started the shower attachment on the bath 
running and checked to see if it was a safe temperature and warm enough 
for Tony. Standing him in the shower, she slipped the rubber pants off 
him as his by now brown and soaked nappies hung down with the weight of 
them from his hips. Unpinning the nappies, she removed them carefully 
and dropped them in the waiting bin. Using the shower attachment, she 
hosed the mess off Tony's hips and buttocks, as well as between his 
legs. She then used the shower to swill round the bath to clean that 
out before putting the plug in and turning on the taps. She washed Tony 
all over, starting with his face and hair, before washing the rest of 
him. Once she was happy that he was clean, she pulled out the plug and 
got him to stand up. Placing a large bath sheet around him, sh!
 e lifted
 him onto her lap and proceeded to dry him. To his surprise, when he 
was fully dry, he was lifted up and laid face down across her lap on 
the towel with his bottom in the air.

�We didn't take your temperature, Tony!" The nurse picked up the 
lubricated thermometer she'd put out ready and inserted it gently into 
his waiting bottom, parting his cheeks with her other hand, still 
protected by the rubber gloves she'd had on to bath him. She held it in 
his bottom with one hand whilst resting her other across his bottom to 
hold him still, not that Tony was wriggling anyway. It was such a 
submissive position with the glass thermometer sticking out from his 
bottom, held firmly by the nurse as he laid head and legs down across 
her lap with her hand resting across his bottom. However, Tony was 
secretly enjoying her loving care. He was disappointed when she pulled 
the thermometer out, releasing him as she wiped it clean and checked 
his temperature.

�Perfectly normal, Tony! That means there will be no problems having 
your operation on Monday!" Lifting him onto the trolley, she applied 
another thick layer of nappies and a clean pair of rubber pants.

�Are you thirsty?" Tony replied, "Yes, please, I'd like another drink." 
The nurse laughed.

�Let's get you back to your bed and I'll get you one. In a bottle 
again?" Tony nodded shyly. He was really enjoying being babied and not 
looking forward to when all this care had to stop. Back in his bed, she 
came over and sat him on her lap again whilst she gave him the bottle.

�Sister said I had to be sure that you drank plenty and this way I can 
see that you do just that!

During the course of the morning, he both wet his nappies and released 
more brown water from his bottom as the Epsom Salts washed him through. 
While the other children were having their lunch, he was taken back to 
the bathroom where his bottom was washed, creamed and he was changed 
into dry nappies again.

After lunch, all the children were expected to have a nap, Tony amongst 
them. The nurses pulled the curtains to the windows of the ward, and 
then going round giving every child a dummy to suck. Tony was expecting 
this and dutifully opened his mouth for his rather larger dummy to be 
popped in. Lying down, sucking on his rubber teat dummy, Tony did, to 
his surprise, fall asleep. Rather, he was surprised when he woke up to 
find a couple of hours had passed. After the nurses pulled back the 
curtains, he was allowed out to sit or play with the other children. 
The nurse who invited him to join her and the other children in the 
play area told him that he'd been kept in bed that morning in case he 
was still affected by the gas he'd been given. At regular intervals, he 
was brought a glass of squash by one of the other nurses. he'd have 
preferred to sit on a nurse's lap, be cuddled, and given it from a 
bottle, but he could see that the other nurses were busy with other 
children and he was glad that at least he'd been cuddled in the 
morning.

By the time the other children had been changed before their tea and he 
was changed while they were eating theirs, his nappies had been well 
and truly wet by him. He'd passed some more fluid form his back 
passage, but most of it had come from his bladder as he'd sat there 
reading his book quietly and just letting it out whenever he felt his 
bladder filling. The nurse he'd been sitting with while the other 
patients had been playing had spoken to him to ask how he liked school 
and so on, while she kept her eye on the others. Between reading and 
talking with the nurse, he'd spent a very pleasant afternoon, and in 
nappies too! The nurse had been right that first day he'd been admitted 
last time. It really was great to wear nappies!

After his liquid 'tea', a large glass of orange juice, it was visiting 
time. His mum and dad came to see him, but he decided not to mention 
what had happened that morning in case it upset his mum, and he didn't 
want to do that. That night, the other children were changed and tucked 
in for the night. Tony was last to be changed. As he was just wet, a 
rubber sheet was pulled under him and he was changed on the bed. When 
he'd been wiped dry, the nurse sat down on the chair beside his bed and 
spread the nappies over the rubber apron covering her lap.

�Come and lie across me, Tony. Time to check your temperature!" Tony 
smiled as he laid across her lap, head and feet down and bottom in the 
air. The nurse inserted the thermometer into his bottom with a twisting 
motion as she parted his cheeks with her other hand. She idly twiddled 
the thermometer while it was inside him and Tony wanted her to keep 
doing it. It felt great! She removed the thermometer, wiped and checked 
it, then finished putting him in his night time nappies and rubber 
pants. After clearing up the changing equipment onto the trolley, she 
tucked him into bed, leaving the curtains around him. Later, after all 
was quiet on the ward, one of the night staff came over to him.

�Tony," she whispered softly, "Sister wants you to have another drink 
before you go to sleep. We keep giving you sugary drinks because you're 
not being allowed to eat anything. Would you like it in a cup or a 
bottle? Orange juice or orange squash or lemon squash?�

�Orange juice, please, and could I have a bottle?�

�Of course you can!" The nurse went to get him a bottle of squash and 
came back, wearing her rubber apron and a carrying the bottle and a 
rubber bib. Putting the bottle on the bedside table, she tied the bib 
around Tony's neck.

�We don't want a wet gown if you dribble because you've gone to sleep 
on me!" she said quietly.

�Sit up and let me sit on the bed." Tony sat up, the nurse sat on the 
bed and let Tony rest his head in her lap. She held the bottle for him 
as he suck!
 ed away
at the juice, looking up at her smiling at him. She thought to herself 
how even the big boys were little boys at heart and just wanted to be 
mothered! When he'd drunk the juice, she popped his dummy in his mouth, 
ruffled his hair and quietly said, "Good night. Sleep well, Tony!"

In the morning, he woke to find that he'd even managed to wet his nappy 
while he'd slept through the night. He was left like that while the 
other children were washed and changed before breakfast. A nurse 
dropped a bottle of orange juice for him to drink. When he'd finished, 
the nurse came back to change his wet nappies, but just gave him a 
cursory wipe and reused the same rubber pants.

�Sister needs to do something with you later after we've sent some 
children home and before the new admissions arrive this afternoon. When 
Sister is ready, we'll take you for a bath. Is that all right, Tony?" 
Tony, ever helpful agreed that it was fine by him, although he did 
wonder what it was that Sister wanted to do to him.

Next: What will Sister do to him and how will his operation go the next 
day?