That's the Way We Have Always Done It Hi, My name is Thomas, but everybody calls me Tommy, and so can you. This story is about my brother Paul, and how he got back into diapers at the age of 15. Every night of my life (8 years) I have wet my bed, I have tried everything to stop, but just can't seem to wake up in time to go potty. A couple months ago, my mom convinced me to start wearing diapers to bed, to keep me and the bed dry. At first I was mad, and didn't want to, but she told me to try them for a week and if I still didn't like them, I wouldn't have to wear them. After a week I thought they were great! No more wet cold beds in the morning, instead I woke up warm and dry, and the still warm pee in my diaper felt much better than cold underpants sticking to me. The only down side of my diapers was my brother. Every night he teased me, calling me a "diaper baby" and mean stuff like that. Since he's almost twice as old as me, I couldn't make him stop, so I just had to put up with it. One morning I was taking off my wet diaper and my brother came in my room and started teasing me again, I yelled for him to get out and he started toward the door still facing me and pointing and laughing at my diaper half off of me. Still laughing he turned around and walked right into the door frame, knocking him to the floor. He was out cold, and even wet himself after he was out. I called for mom, and she came running up. I told her what happened, and she kind of smiled as if to say Served him right. "Tommy grab one of the clean diapers from your closet and bring it to Paul's room" She said as she picked him up and carried him to his room. I got to Paul's room and found mom had him in bed, and was taking his wet clothes off. "I'm not sure how long he'll be out, so I don't want him to pee again, she said as I handed her the diaper. She diapered my older brother, which made me chuckle a bit. and then she put a clean pair of pajamas on him. Chapter Two Waking up Paul was out for a day and half, and when he woke up he was very confused. When he came too a little more he shouted "Why the fuck am I wearing a diaper!!!???" Mom quickly rushed up to his room, and I followed close behind. When mom got there Paul repeated his outburst for an answer and mom calmly said "You always wear a disposable diaper to bed" as she felt his forehead. "What the hell are you talking about?" Mom went on to explain (lie) that he wets his bed at night, so he wears diapers to keep himself dry, and he must not remember because he hit his head. Paul must have been confused still, because he excepted her answer, since it sounded so sincere and honest, and rolled over and went back to sleep. Mom motioned for me to leave the room with her, and in the hall she said "Get your coat, we have to go out." I asked where we were going and she told me that Paul was going to be taught a lesson for talking that way, and teasing me. To be continued???