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)

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