The Sleepover A Short AB Story "Boys, it's time to get ready for bed!" Mike's Mom called up from downstairs. "But Mommmmm!" Mike moaned, "It's a sleepover, we're not supposed to actually sleep!" He argued as if he had a prayer of winning this argument. Mike and Josh could hear Mike's Mom come up the stairs and down the hall towards them. "I know it's a sleepover, but if you two want to go to the amusement park tomorrow, then you need to get your buts in bed and get some sleep," she explained as she entered Mike's room and began the motherly routine of picking up dirty clothes and collecting dishes. "Oh alright!" Mike complained in mock disgust. "Good night, Mrs. Tayler," Josh politely offered as he went over to the corner of the room to fetch his overnight bag where his pajama's were currently stored. "Good Night Joshua... Good Night Mikey," Mrs. Tayler replied, giving each boy a hug and a kiss whether they wanted it or not. With the pile of clothing and stack of dishes in her hands, she turned and left them to dress for bed. Josh grabbed his bag and unzipped the top, then stopped suddenly. "I'm going to get dressed in the bathroom. I have to pee anyway," he announced as if it was breaking news and stiffly walked out of the room. Mike thought that was kind of weird, but figured Josh was just shy, so he didn't say anything. Josh slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him, checking twice to be sure he had locked it. He sighed softly, as if ashamed of his sneaking, then dropped the overnight bag on the toilet seat lid. From the bag he withdrew a pair of The Rock (His favorite wrestler) pajamas and a pair of underpants. He took off his day clothes and underclothing, then picked up the underpants he had gotten from his bag. He sighed again looking at the cloth-like pant and whispered "Looks like real underwear.. my ass!" as he stretched out and opened the absorbent pull on brief. He knew it was a diaper. They can call them GoodNites, Pants, Briefs or anything else they want... Josh knew it was a diaper... and that he was just a twelve year old bedwetting baby. Finally Josh pulled on the absorbent pants and put his pajamas on. He looked at himself in the mirror from every angle he could manage, checking to see if the diaper- pant was sticking out anywhere, or if you could tell he was wearing it. Confident that it was hidden from view, Josh flushed the toilet as if he had used it, grabbed his bag and headed back to Mike's room. Mike was already in bed, on the top bunk of the bunk- bed, but not asleep. Josh nervously put his bag back on the chair in the corner and got into the bottom bunk. The boys exchanged "Good nights" as Josh pulled the covers over himself and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, Josh's eyes sprang open as a loud thud echoed in his ears. It was Mike having jumped down from his bunk, hitting the floor with a bang. "Where are you going?" Josh asked wondering what could be so important just minutes after going to bed. "I forgot to brush my teeth," Mike offered in a shy tone of voice and quickly left the room. "Geeez, I didn't brush my teeth, you don't see me panicking!" Josh mumbled to himself and rolled over in bed so he didn't have the light from the hallway in his eyes. Mike padded down the hall and wandered into the bathroom as if his journey had no predetermined destination. Closing the door to the bathroom, Mike opened the linen closet and reached in behind the towels, just out of view, and grabbed a GoodNite Absorbent pant that his mother had left there for him. With no hesitation, Mike shook his pajama bottoms down to his ankles and stepped out of them just long enough to pull the absorbent-brief on, before returning his pajamas to their original location. Mike didn't really like the GoodNites, he commented to himself as he brushed his teeth (Just for show.) He normally wore a diaper to bed, that his Mom or Dad would put on him before they tucked him in. He liked the diapers better. They kept him drier and were more comfortable then the stretch-pant that clung to his body just a little too tight. He wasn't ashamed of needing to wear protection to bed, and he wasn't really trying to hide it from Josh.... it was just private, no one else's business. Mike went back to his room and quietly climbed up into his bunk so as not to disturb Josh too much, who was half asleep in the bunk below. Laying back on his pillow, staring at the ceiling, Mike wondered if he was the only kid in his school that still wet the bed. He was soon to find out he wasn't. The Sleepover 2 A short Ab Story Mike lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't get to sleep. An hour had passed since he and Josh had gone to bed, and josh was snoring softly in the bunk below. Mike was feeling tense, and feeling silly for feeling tense. Finally, he gave in... As quietly as possible, Mike climbed down from his bunk and tip-toed out of the room. He padded down the hall to the hall-closet across from the bathroom. Opening the door, he looked back to make sure Josh hadn't of seen him leave and followed. With the hallway clear, he opened the door wider revealing the stacks and stacks of disposable diapers stored there. Mike took a diaper from one of the piles and shut the door. The TV was still on downstairs, so Mike knew his parents were still up. He went down the stairs and found his Dad watching the news in the living room. "What's up, tiger?" His Dad asked, surprised that Mike was still up. "Nothing," Mike answered innocently. Then Mike's Dad looked down and saw the white plastic bundle in Mike's hand. "Changed your mind? Mom is in the kitchen," his Dad told Mike. Mike nodded and headed for the white light of the kitchen doorway. "Mommy," Mike said softly as he entered the brightly lit room which nearly blinded his dark-adjusted eyes. "Can I change?" He asked, holding the diaper out to her. "Changed your mind about the GoodNite diaper?" she asked feigning surprise as she took the folded diaper from Mike's hand. "These always leak at night," Mike explained pulling at the uncomfortably tight pant he was wearing. "I don't want to feel wet," He added. "So your Dad and I wasted nine bucks buying bedwetter pants you're not going to wear?" It was a meaningless challenge, she wasn't mad, just teasing... and Mike knew it. But Mike was still tense and more serious than his Mother. "I can wear them during the day," He suggested, revealing the reason for his tenseness. "Are you still dribbling during the day?" His Mother asked. Mike had been leaking small amounts of urine during the day for years, but now... "It's kind of worse," Mike admitted. In recent weeks damp underpants had given way to small wet spots on his pants, plus the discomfort and embarrassment that wet spots caused. Mike's Mom took him by the hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom as she reassured him, "It's going to be okay Mikey. You can wear the pants during the day... no one will notice, and I'll make you an appointment with Dr Baxter next week." Mike slipped off his pajama bottoms and the GoodNite pant and laid on his mothers bed. "Okay, I guess," he sighed. Mike, like most kids, hated doctors. He was always uncomfortable with the physical exam that wetting problems required, and his doctor was old, and not very friendly. With practiced precision, Mike's Mom quickly diapered him in the thick plastic brief, and handed him his pajama bottoms. "Everything is going to be okay," She assured him again with a kiss. "Now get back to bed." Mike was feeling a little better as he wandered back to his room, his pajamas still in his hand, and climbed back into bed. Tired and relieved, he quickly faded off to sleep. Josh was awake, but had his eyes closed when he heard the crinkling of plastic in the room. He looked up just as Mike was making his climb and clearly saw the thick diaper between Mike's legs as he swung himself onto the bunk. Josh was shocked. Was Mike a bedwetter too? The End (Or is it. Comments and suggestions requested) ECNAD@prodigy.net