When It All Started

Summary: A story of a boy named Nicky who's only 6 at the time, who is 
being punished for having accidents, and is punished by wearing his 
little brother's diapers. I plan on writing more, as some of it is 
based on real events.


Hello, my name is Nicolas. I'm 7 almost 8. My family calls me Nicky 
because they treat me like a baby. My mommy tells her friends I was 
potty trained when I was 2 but she said that was way too early because 
she puts me in diaper almost every day.

It first happened when I was 6. I had wet the bed one night. My dad was 
really mad for some reason, but my mom just said it was an accident and 
every boy has accidents here and there. The next day all of my family 
and me were at my grandma's house and I was sitting at the kitchen 
table having a snack, when I felt myself piddle. I looked down and it 
was only a little spot. Just then I seemed to leak all over, the whole 
front of my jeans were soaked. I just sat there for awhile and my big 
brother Mike, who is only a year older, came in. He saw me all wet and 
ran to tell mom and dad. When they saw me they weren't happy at all. I 
heard them talk, "Oh, he just had another accident, no big deal," and 
my dad would say, "Claire, how can the boy piss himself when he's next 
to a bathroom?!" My grandma washed my wet clothes for me, and my dad 
warned me, "big boys go in the toilet." I hadn't had an accident for 
about a week until we were on trip to my aunt and uncle's house in 
another state.

All my brothers and sisters were piled into a car and we were on the 
freeway. I had a 7-Up to drink a while ago and had to go to the 
bathroom pretty bad. I was waiting for my dad to stop for a bathroom 
break so I didn't say anything, I held on as good as I could and let it 
out without a warning. I was sitting next to my older sister Fran who 
was 9 at the time. She must of felt something warm and wet because she 
looked down at me and yelled, "Mom!" When mom looked back at me she was 
disappointed.

"Why didn't you tell us you had to go to bathroom?"

My dad was really mad. He pulled into a restroom stop that was close 
by. He took me out and pulled me into the bathroom.

"Only babies wet themselves, you're not a baby, are you?"

I looked at him and I was really ashamed, " nuh uh."

"Then I don't want any more accidents, or I'll show you how babies are 
treated."

We looked in the back and got some clean clothes from the suitcase that 
I changed into. We stopped at the gas station my mom bought us all a 
juice but she told me to tell her when I have to go. I agreed and drank 
my juice. It was getting dark and an hour later I had to go again but 
not that bad, but I decided to tell my mom and dad so they knew. They 
were going to stop at the next rest area, which was a mile or two away. 
About 10 seconds later I felt my pants get wet and Fran felt it.

"Mom!"

"What now?"

Then she turned on the car light to see my wet pants; even she was mad.

"Jeff, pull over," she told my dad.

"Hold on, we're almost there."

"Well, you're not going to be happy."

"Oh crap, did he piss his pants?"

Luckily we pulled in to the rest area and pulled in the bathrooms.

"What did I say about little boys who can't use the bathroom.?" He was 
holding my arm and looking at me.

"I don't remember."

Then he told me, " little boys use the toilets; babies use diapers!"

I was really ashamed, I was hoping he was just warning me but he was 
dead serious. He took me to the car and looked in the back where my 
little brother Colby's diapers were. He was only two years old. He took 
a white baby diaper out of the package. He had me lie down in the back 
seat of the car. I could see other people outside watching him as he 
took off my wet clothes. He the lifted my legs, unfolding the diaper 
and sliding it under my butt. He then pulled up the front to my belly 
and pulled the tapes, so they fastened over the front. It was really 
tight because they were my little brother's size, I even saw little 
baby pictures n the front that made me even more embarrassed, and to 
make it worse, all my pants were wet so I couldn't wear any pants over 
them.

"If you have to go pee feel free do so in your diaper, like little 
babies do".

I looked at my mom and she said, "If you were a big boy you wouldn't be 
in a baby diaper now wouldn't you?"

I looked at Fran and Mike who were snickering, trying not to look at me 
and even my little sister Jamie who was 5, was laughing. "Baby Nicky in 
a dipee." the only person who felt sorry for me was little Colby, but I 
think he was too little. For the rest of the trip I wore a diaper, and 
it was a long trip.

When we got there my mom said to go into the room and she'd take it 
off. My Aunt Cleo and Uncle Bob greeted us at the door, when they saw 
what I was wearing the were kind of confused.

"Ain't your kid potty trained?" I heard uncle Bob say.

"Well, he's been having some accidents and it for the road trip," my 
mom told him. I was walking towards the room and I heard Fran calling 
me "diaper boy." She ran past me calling out, "Diaper boy! Diaper boy!" 
I just tried to ignore her. Then Mike came up to me and said, "Does 
little Nicky want a binky?"

I looked at him and told him to "shut up." I walked into the room my 
mom and dad were staying in and sat on the bed, I looked at my diaper, 
it was getting uncomfortable and was really tight. I thought about 
taking it off myself but I didn't want to get into trouble so I sat 
there for awhile my mom just kept on chatting away. About 15 minutes 
later she remembered and she came into the room.

"You know, we only did this because we wanted to keep this from 
happening, and we think it's best for you to wear a diaper on the trip 
back. Also, we don't want any accidents here at your aunt and uncle's, 
so we want to wear a diaper to bed for the next week. Oh and don't 
worry, you only have to wear your brother's diaper tonight. Your dad is 
out buying a package of diapers your size."

I was really sad, I had to wear these stupid things to bed?!

"But mom!" I started to cry. "It was only an accident!"

She was feeling bad, I could tell.

"Well, honey if I don't see an accidents like a big boy, then we won't 
have to diaper you like a little baby."