Randy Wets His Pants
   
	"Well Randy, I see you have had another little 
accident." Mrs.  Gray said sternly.  Mrs. Gray was Randy's 
first grade teacher and at the moment she was standing in 
front of his desk frowning down at him.  For the third time 
that month he had wet his pants in her classroom and all he 
could do was bow his head and nod shamefully.  
	His teacher sighed and said "Let's go to the nurses 
office, I'm sure you know the way by now." Randy got up and 
when the other kids saw the wet condition of his trousers 
they began to whisper and giggle.  He tried to cover the 
dark wet spot with his hands as he was led down the hallway 
although everyone who saw him knew immediately what had 
happened.  Randy really hated what was going to come next.  
He just knew that Mrs. Gray was going to call his mother to 
come and get him and his mom was going to be furious.  As he 
sat on the bed in the nurses office he could hear his 
teacher talking to his mother on the telephone.  In a few 
minutes Mrs. Gray came in and said "Your mother is on her 
way here with a change of clothing for you.  Since it is so 
late in the day I will excuse you from class for the rest of 
the day.  I hope you and your mother can straighten you out 
about this wetting problem.  We will see you back in class 
tomorrow." 
	"Yes Mrs.  Gray." he said meekly.  
	After she had left he sat nervously waiting for his 
mother to arrive. The last time she had to come get him from 
school she had taken him to see the doctor thinking that he 
had some physical problem.  When she had found out that 
there was nothing wrong with him she had warned him to never 
wet himself in school again or she would have to take some 
drastic action.  Randy was too afraid to ask her what action 
she was thinking of. 
	In about twenty minutes his mother walked in carrying 
dry trousers and underwear.  While he changed his clothes 
his mother scolded him severely.  "I just can't understand 
why you keep wetting yourself like this Randy.  I have taken 
you to several doctors and they can't find anything wrong 
with you.  I think that you are just being a baby!" 
	"I am not a baby!" he cried indignantly. 
	"You wet your pants like one." his mother said.  "Maybe 
I should send you to school in diapers!" 
	Randy began to cry.  "I'm sorry mommy, I just couldn't 
help it." 
	His mother took him by the hand and led him to their 
car.  The ride home seemed to take forever for Randy 
especially since his mother stopped at several stores to 
make some purchases.  Randy had to stay in the car and was 
not allowed to look in the sacks that his mother returned 
with.  When they finally arrived home and had unloaded the 
car he was surprised to see his old highchair sitting in the 
kitchen.  His biggest surprise awaited him when he entered 
his bedroom.  His bed had been removed and in its place was 
his old baby crib that had been stored picked him up and 
laid him in it.  Silencing his protests his mother said 
"Since you insist on acting like a little baby who always 
has wet pants I have decided to take care of you like you 
were a baby." 
	As she was explaining all this she began undressing her 
son.  To Randy's horror he watched his mother take a several 
white cotton diapers from his dresser and fold them 
together.  Next his mom sprinkled talcum powder on his 
thighs and tummy and he began to cry as she smoothed it in.  
"Hush baby," his mother said.  "Mommy will get you dressed 
for the rest of the day." She lifted him by the ankles and 
positioned the soft baby diaper beneath his bottom.  Laying 
him down she pulled the didy up between his legs and 
expertly pinned the corners at each hip with teddybear-
shaped diaper pins. 
	"There now," she said as she smiled down at him.  "My 
little boy is back in diapers where he belongs."  
	Randy was very upset now.  "Please mommy!" he pleaded 
with tears in his eyes.  "Please don't make me wear a 
diaper.  I promise I won't wet my pants anymore!!" His 
mother opened one of the sacks that she had purchased and 
brought forth a pair of pastel pink plastic panties.  As she 
pulled them up over her sons diaper she said, "Now we won't 
have to worry about you wetting yourself anymore, will we 
baby?  You might as well get used to being a baby again 
because I am going to keep you in diapers and baby panties 
until I think you have grown up enough to wear big boy 
clothes." 
	Randy began to cry all over again.  "No mommy!  I'M not 
a baby!" he screamed.  He lay in his crib kicking his legs 
in the air and crying. actually he was acting just like the 
little baby that he was so vehemently denying.  His mother 
stepped back and raised the side of his crib.  "Wouldn't you 
like your friends at school to see you now acting like such 
a baby?" his mother asked.  "Maybe I should invite them over 
to watch me change your diapers sometime.  Now lay here and 
behave yourself while I get dinner ready." 
	After she had left he stopped crying and sat up in his 
crib.  There was so much diaper between his legs that he 
found it impossible to put them together.  Randy was glad 
that he didn't have any brothers or sisters to see him in 
his baby things.  He began to rub the soft plastic of his 
baby pants between his legs and savored the sweet aroma of 
baby powder.  Not so many years ago he had slept in this 
very crib as a real baby.  He could still remember how it 
felt to awaken in his crib and see the world through the 
bars.  He could remember how his mommy would smile down at 
him as she changed his wet or dirty diaper.  She used to 
tickle his tummy or toes to make him giggle, and pick him up 
and hold him if he had a bad dream.  The memory of his 
infancy left a warm feeling within him.  Randy noticed that 
his mother had remembered to put Mr. Bear in his crib with 
him.  He picked up his old teddy bear and buried his face in 
its soft fur.  "I missed you Mr. Bear." he said softly as he 
gently stroked his teddy bears head.  "I missed you too 
Randy!" Mr. Bear replied.  "I hated staying in that box in 
the garage.  Promise me that you will never go away again, 
please!" 
	His mother came in and picked him up.  She put her hand 
down the front of his baby pants to check his diaper.  She 
said "The bathroom is off limits for you so you might as 
well get used to the idea of using your diaper, you will 
have to sooner or later." In the kitchen she sat him in his 
highchair and tied a little plastic bib around his neck.  
The initial embarrassment of being put back in diapers was 
slowly fading and instead he was beginning to enjoy all the 
special attention that he was receiving.  As his mother 
spoon-fed his dinner to him he suddenly felt his diaper 
becoming very warm between his thighs.  His mother smiled at 
him and as she wiped his hands and face she said," I can 
tell by the look on your face that my little boy needs his 
pants changed." 
	Randy turned beet red with shame and let his mother 
pick him up and carry him back into his bedroom.  Laying him 
in the crib she pulled his baby panty off him and left the 
room.  With nothing but a wet diaper on Randy soon became 
cold and uncomfortable.  He hoped his mother would return 
soon and finish changing him.  A warm dry diaper sure would 
feel nice.  Soon his mother returned with a warm baby bottle 
of milk and gently put the nipple in his mouth.  As he held 
his bottle and sucked his mom removed the diaper pins and 
pulled the wet cloth from beneath him.  After washing him 
she applied fresh lotion and powder and pinned him into 
another dry diaper.  She picked him up and held him as he 
lay his head on her shoulder and nursed from the bottle.  
His mother carried him into the living room and they sat on 
the couch while Randy continued to nurse from his baby 
bottle. 
	"This is what my little boy really wants isn't it 
sweetheart?" his mother asked as she gently patted his 
diapered bottom.  Randy nodded his head and looked up at his 
mother hopefully. 
	"Maybe I was wrong and made you grow up too fast." she 
said.  "I think that all you need is to be little and cared 
for like you were when you were my baby." Her son closed his 
eyes and snuggled closer in her arms.  His mother began to 
rock him back and forth and after a while said, "If you want 
to be little again then after school we will put you in 
diapers and let you be the baby that you need to be for as 
long as you want.  Do you think that you would like that?"  
	Randy could only nod his head yes.  The warm milk and 
soft caresses from his mother soon had him very sleepy.  His 
nice soft diaper made him feel so safe and secure and he was 
so happy that his mother finally understood what was inside 
of him.  After an hour or so his mom carried him back to his 
room and carefully laid him in his crib.  After covering her 
sleeping child with a blanket she took a pacifier and 
slipped it into Randy's mouth.  Without awakening he slowly 
began sucking on the nipple.  She kissed her son good night 
and turned off the light.  Some time in the night Randy 
awoke, rolled over on his back and picked up Mr. Bear.  "I'm 
never going to leave you again, Mr. Bear!" he whispered 
around the pacifier.  Mr. Bear smiled at him and kissed his 
nose.  Randy reached between his legs and found his diaper 
very wet there.  He could not wait for the morning when he 
would awaken in his crib because he knew his mom would be 
there to take care of him.