As I lay in bed I wondered what the rest of my life 
was going to consist of. I had just gotten out of juvenile 
hall last night and the court had ordered my mother to have 
me attached to her for a period of one year to strengthen 
our bond and straighten me out. Today was going to be my 
first day for this nutty punishment and my mom said this 
was going to be "one hell of a year for you, son." At age 
15 I was being forced to spend time with my mother, yuck.
	"Time to get up, son. We need to get you ready for the 
day," Mom said as she came in to my room. She had a 
shoulder harness with her. "Sit up so I can put this over 
your shoulders. " The harness was baby blue with shoulder 
straps and a strap that went across the chest. It also had 
two straps at the bottom but I could not figure out what 
they were for. I sat up and mom guided my arms through the 
holes. She the secured the front buckle. "Ok get up." I 
stood up but not fast enough. mom grabbed the harness in 
the back and lifted my upper body up. This made me lose 
balance. I stumbled to the ground and she held me and lead 
me to the bathroom. "Do your business and tell me when your 
done." I went to the toilet and took a whiz. When I was 
finished mom pulled on the leash and I fell right on my 
face at her feet. She started walking toward the kitchen 
and the harness slipped off. "Well we cant have that, now 
can we." She came back and strapped me in once more and 
then stood me up. She reach between my legs and I jumped. 
"Come on, son, I have seen and felt everything you have and 
I would rather not be doing this, either. " She reached 
between my legs and grabbed the two straps she brought them 
up and buckled the into my chest. There was no getting out 
of it. She the snugged up all the bands and I squinted when 
it was to tight.
	She dragged me to the kitchen and I had to stay beside 
her as she made breakfast. She was making pancakes and it 
took her about an hour to get everything done. About a half 
an hour through I said, "Mom I am getting tired, can I sit 
down?"
	"Sure, you can sit on the floor like when you were 
younger. You loved playing on the floor." There was no way 
I was going to sit on the floor at my age. I stood by her 
until the food was done. We ate breakfast like normal and 
then as she was cleaning the dishes I was forced to stand 
up by her again. About the time she finished I was taken 
back to the bathroom and she told be to get undressed but I 
could not get the harness off. Mom came in and that is when 
I realized that it was going to be a long year if I needed 
mom to help me undress. Mom came in and unbuckled the 
bottom half of my harness. While she was at it she pulled 
down my boxers. My hand instinctively went to my crotch to 
hide my privates.
	"Move those hands, young man. I am going to be seeing 
a lot more of your privates. Go brush your teeth and I will 
get your bath water ready."
	I stood in front of the sink with only my undershirt 
that I wore to bed. The harness was still on and the leash 
was going directly to my mom. I was so ashamed the I 
started to cry softly. I finished brushing my teeth and I 
felt mom pulling on my leash. It forced me to follow it 
right to my mom. She took off the harness and then peeled 
the white shirt off my chest. She threw it on the ground 
and told me to get in. As I stepped in she began to talk.
	"Son, since you are going to be spending so much time 
with me, I have decided that I am going to treat you like 
when you were four and I was staying home with you. You 
will become mommy's little helper again. Since you dad past 
away I have not been able to give you the attention you 
deserve."
	I sat there in the tub and could not believe what my 
mom was telling me. The same time she was talking she was 
washing me. She started with my head and hair.
	"I think we are going to cut this hair. I will no have 
my baby boy wearing long hair. I also think we have to get 
rid of all your punk shit in your room. I never liked it 
and it is not suitable for a young boy like you now. Also I 
have found a person who makes custom furniture. We are 
going to go shopping today.
	 She continued to speak while she washed but I did not 
hear half of what she was saying because I was trying to 
remember what it was like when I was four. I lost my dad a 
year ago and started hanging out with the wrong crowd. I 
got caught stealing from the Seven-Eleven down the street 
and spent a month in juvenile hall. When I was released the 
judge ordered me to spend one year in what she called a 
bonding year.
	"Ok all done. Stand up so I can dry you off," she 
said. She grabbed the towel and dried off my head and went 
down my body. As she reached my butt I cringed as she made 
sure everything was dry. She then dried my legs and grabbed 
my hand and led me naked to my room. She started looking in 
my drawer and said, "Where is all your underwear? You had 
all that underwear last year, where did they go?"
	"I threw them away after dad died," I mumbled.
	"You threw them away. I spent good money for those. I 
guess we will have to go next door and see if they have a 
pair you can borrow since no little boy of mine is going to 
wear boxers. Lets put these sweats on you for now."
	She put the sweat shirt on over my head then guided 
each hand through the sleeve holes. She the grabbed the 
pants and rolled them up and told me to step in them. After 
I got each foot in she snapped the band around my waist. 
She threaded my arms through the harness and latched the 
buckle on my chest. She reached between my legs and pulled 
the two straps up to meet the buckle in the middle she made 
she all was secure and attached the leash to my back. I was 
once again under her control.
	"Lets go son," she said as she tugged at the leash. I 
was small for my age standing only about 4'6". She led me 
down the stairs and to the front door. She put her shoes on 
and said, "when we get next door I want you to ask for some 
underwear because you threw yours out."
	She grabbed my hand and led me out.
	"I need some shoes!"
	"Honey, we are only going next door and your shoes are 
too old. We will get you some today when we go shopping."
	As she pulled at my hand I put my head down ashamed at 
the new predicament. I could not fight back because if I 
did I would go straight to jail until twenty one years of 
age. I was under mom's control. We got next door and mom 
rang the bell. A little boy answered the door in his PJ's. 
He was maybe four years old and he was wearing a pair of 
wet footed sleepers. He called to his mom and said that we 
were there.
	"Thank you, Tom, you can go eat breakfast so I can get 
you ready to go to shopping today. What can I do for you 
two today.?"
	"Well, my son and I are going shopping today but I 
just found out he was naughty and threw out all of his 
underwear and socks. I was wondering if you had I pair we 
could borrow," mom stated. As I heard this I mustered up 
all the energy I could and broke free from my mom's hold on 
my hand and then I struggled with the leash yelling, "I am 
a big boy, you can't make me wear baby pants! Mom, I am 
fifteen, you cant do this to me."
	I struggled with the leash but mom had a good hold on 
it. She went to sit on the step as she started pulling me 
into her. Once I was in reach she grabbed the harness and 
undid the bottom half. She grabbed my pants and pulled them 
down to my ankles. She pulled me toward her and then threw 
me on her lap while she sat on the step outside the front 
door. She told me to behave and started giving me a 
spanking. I have not had one since I was five.
	"I will do what I want to you or you can go back to 
jail. You are my son and I want you to have the best." By 
the time she finished talking my butt was so sore I could 
not touch it. I was crying so much I was running out of 
breath.

Chapter Two

	Mom pulled my pants back up around my waist and led me 
in our neighbor's house. She led us to her son's bedroom 
and by this time Tom wanted to see what all the commotion 
was about. When we got to his room I saw a boy's room with 
a race car bed. The bed was completely undone. It had the 
strong smell of piss.
	"Sorry about the smell. My son still has not mastered 
the potty at night,"
	My mom responded " That's ok, I remember when my son 
wet the bed. That was only three years ago."
	That did it for me. A fresh set of tears rolled down 
my face. All these years my mom kept it a secret and now 
she told the neighbors. Not even my grandparents knew about 
it. Mom told me to come to her. I slowly walked over to her 
and as soon as I was close she grabbed my hand and sat me 
on the wet bed.
	"Mom, its all wet," I cried.
	"You should be used to it, son. Remember when you used 
to wet the bed?"
	She grabbed my ankles and lifted them forcing me to 
lie on the we bed. She the undid the harness and brought my 
shorts down and took them off. Next she sat me up and 
pulled my shirt off. I was completely naked in front of a 4 
year old boy and his mother. All my dignity that I had 
gained over the past five years were gone. The privacy that 
I so loved was taken away. I was now in the hands of my 
mother. I was like Tom. That scared me to think of what she 
would do to me. Would I be staying like this for the whole 
year?
	I was now being dressed. My mom first put an 
undershirt on me. This undershirt was blue thermal style. 
She next went to the drawer and found some orange Spiderman 
underwear. She made me step into them and then pulled them 
up me legs. When she got them at the height she wanted she 
positioned the crotch and then snapped the waist. This 
action made me whine. Next she grabbed a pair of shorts. 
These were brown and very short. Once again I stepped into 
them and mom pulled them up. Once the were up I found out 
that the had no fly. This meant that every time I had to go 
to the bathroom I would have to pull them down. When my mom 
lead me to a mirror I saw how short they really were. Any 
time I moved or bent over my underwear would show. My shirt 
hardly came down to my shorts so my back would show and if 
I reached up my stomach would peek out. My mom was 
satisfied. She had a big smile on her face.
	"Now I have my son back. Lets get this harness back on 
you."
	This time when mom put the harness on me she pulled 
something out of her pocket that I did not see. She put 
this thing through the harness I saw what it was. I went 
over to the mirror and saw what I looked like. Here I was 
at fifteen with blue shirt and a white fuzzy teddy bear on 
my chest.

Chapter 3

	"Please don't make me go out like this, mom," I cried.
	"Son I told you this morning, there is no discussion. 
No let's get some shoes on you and get going."
	Toms mom said, "If I may, I think I have the perfect 
shoes."
	She handed mom a pair of Blues Clues sandals. Mom 
slipped these over my feet to find that they just fit.
	"Ok let's get going ,son. Say thank you to your new 
babysitter."
	"Thanks."
	"No, son, you address your elders by ma'am or sir and 
its 'thank you', not just 'thanks'. Try again."
	"Thank you, ma'am," I said.
	Mom then grabbed my hand and led me to the car. She 
opened the back door and in the car I saw a booster seat. 
Mom lifted me from under the shoulders and sat me in the 
seat then she made sure I was strapped in place. We drove 
for what seemed like an eternity. We pulled in to the 
parking lot about an hour later. Mom got out and took a few 
minutes to come to my door. When she did she unstrapped my 
booster and pulled me out but instead of attaching a leash 
she turned and put me into a stroller. She brought up the 
crotch harness and then attached the belt around my waist. 
I tried to get out or test the buckle but it held me. There 
was no escaping. First we went to the bathroom. But this 
bathroom was different. It had only the one stall and a 
small toilet. Mom went and did her thing and without even 
asking grabbed me off the stroller undid the harness and 
pulled my shorts and underwear down. She placed me on the 
seat and said, "go potty now because we have a long day 
ahead."
	There was nothing I could do. I sat there and waited. 
My body just did not want to go. I told mom I was done and 
that's when she said, "for the rest of the year you will 
call me mommy or I wont respond."
	"Mommy, I am finished."
	She grabbed my hand and helped me off of the seat. She 
pulled my underwear up and then my shorts making sure both 
were pulled up all the way. She sat me back down in the 
stroller without doing the bottom of my harness. She 
buckled the stroller and once again we were off.
	"Ok, we have a lot to get for you, young man. First we 
need a new bed and cabinet to put all your clothes in. Then 
we have to get you some new underwear for you. I think we 
also need some new pajamas Seeing as how you have been 
sleeping in you boxers. Then we need to get some more 
appropriate clothing for you. And we cant forget that 
haircut."
	Mom-- sorry-- mommy was talking but she was not 
waiting for a response. We were walking along the mall and 
no one seemed to pay any attention to me which was such a 
relief.
	We got to the first store which was a furniture store. 
We went inside and mom went directly to the kids' section. 
She wheeled me around and then she stopped. I looked around 
to try and see what my mother was doing but I could not see 
what she was writing. We went to the counter and gave the 
women the money and told her to make sure the things would 
all match. What thing was she talking about. What was 
mother doing to me.
	"Mommy I am thirsty"
	"Ok I will get you something to drink in a few 
minutes."
	She continued going around the store and then we left. 
We went down to the food court and she ordered a large 
water and a coffee. She handed me the water and told me to 
finish it before we go to the next store. We went to a near 
by bench and mom sat down. I was left in my strollers but I 
stopped drinking. My mother set her coffee down and told me 
to keep going. She grabbed the cup I had and took the lid 
off. She told me to open up and start swallowing. I 
complied but not for long as I got full quick mom just kept 
pouring the water in my mouth. I was almost done with the 
cup when I needed to pee. I finished the cup and then the 
urge became horrid. Started wiggling in my seat.
	"Knock it off, son, and sit still."
	"But, mom, I need to go pee."
	No answer. I grabbed my crotch and when mom saw me she 
grabbed my hand that was on my shorts and she hit it about 
ten times saying that boys should no play with themselves.
	"Mom, I mean mommy, I have to go to the bathroom. I 
have to go pee."
	"Ok son, when we pass a potty I will stop."
	We continued on and I held my pee for too long and 
started bending over and holding my crotch. Finally we 
stopped and as my mom was taking my pants down in the 
bathroom I let go. I went in my underwear and down my legs 
and some leaked onto my mother.
	"Son, that's it these are not even your clothes and 
you just could not hold it for one minute. Now you are in 
big trouble."
	 She stripped my clothes except my shirt. She the 
strapped me back in and quickly ran to the drug store in 
the mall. As she is doing this I am crying and puling at my 
shirt to hide my privates. Once we got to the drug store 
mom went to the aisle and grabbed a bag. She opened the bag 
and pulled out one. I noticed the was little trucks on 
them. Mom told me to hold them as she got me out of the 
stroller. She took the underpants and grabbed my leg I was 
forced to grab on to her shoulder as she slipped on foot 
in. Then she grabbed my other leg and slipped them in. She 
pulled it up my legs and only then did I realize the 
thickness and knew that this is training pants. She then 
grabbed another package and opened it. She put this on the 
same way. In one day she turned me into a small child being 
changed in public. I was now in training pants and plastic 
pants. Only a shirt to cover them.
	Mom strapped me into the strollers and we were off 
again. I was so embarrassed at this point there was nothing 
I was going to say. Mom grabbed a basket and put a few more 
items in. Since I was in the front I did not see anything 
and started to drift into sleep. By the time I woke up I 
was laying on my stomach in the back seat. I sat up and 
found I needed the bathroom again.
	"Mommy I need to pee," I pleaded.
	"Ok son, we are almost by the hair dresser you can go 
there."
	"Ok mommy I will try to hold it."
	We arrived at the hair dresser and mom opened the door 
for me. She then reached into one of the bags and found a 
new pair of shortalls. She slipped them on me the lifted me 
to my feet and attached the shoulder straps in the back. 
She took out my sandals and put them on me. She grabbed my 
hand an we walked into the hair salon. We walked up to the 
front desk and put our name on the roster. Then mom asked 
the lady if they had a public restroom for her little boy. 
When they said they did mom grabbed my hand again as we 
followed the lady. We both went into the bathroom and I 
stood there. Mom did her duty and as she finished she 
turned to me and told and said, Your turn, son."
	She grabbed me and did something I did not expect. She 
unbuttoned the legs of my shortalls and had me stand in 
front of the toilet. She pulled down my pants and as if 
something was wrong with the she grabbed my pecker and told 
me to pee pee in the potty for mommy. This was too much and 
I lost control. I strated peeing and crying at the same 
time. I could not stand this as I fell to my mom's power. 
She made sure I was done and then told me that I was a good 
boy going potty then she shook out my pecker until there 
was nothing coming out.
	She pulled up my training pants and then my plastic 
pants making sure it covered my training pants. Then she 
pulled the up to my belly button and flatted them on me. 
The cold plastic got warm really quick. She the pulled down 
my shirt and shorts and snapped the crotch. She then led me 
out to the chair. This chair was in the shape of a horse 
and she strapped the buckle around my waist. She went over 
and talked to the lady in a low voice so I could not here. 
Twenty minutes latter I had a hair cut that I would never 
get for myself. I had a part in my hair and it was thinned 
out and cut just above my ears all the way around my head. 
It was cut just above my eyes.