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???