My Bedwetting 7-Year-Old

 

Hi, my son Wes has just turned 16. It is 1970 and he is getting serious about a girl in his class. Let me start off that I, as his mother, very much don’t approve of this sort of stuff at his age. He really needs to concentrate on his school work, not on the opposite sex (way too young). He probably doesn’t think I can stop him but I do have my ways. I’m considering have my long talk with him sometime this week.

            The time is come. Wes seems to be getting a little too big for his britches, as it might be said, and needs to be put in his place.

            “Wes, can you come in here please?”

            “Yea, Mom be right there,” I heard as I called him from his bedroom. His room is not like a typical teenager’s room as it still has the remains of a kid who still wets the bed almost every night. That’s right, a diaper pail and baby powder and diaper pins on his dresser. You see, I still diaper my son every night and he knows I will until he stops his nightly wetting.

            “Yea, Mom, what?”

            “Wes, sit here on your bed; we need to talk.”

            “About what?”

            “I know you are getting pretty serious with that little blond Janet in your class, and as we have discussed before, I think you are not old enough to be getting involved with girls already.”

            “But, Mom, we are just friends, JUST friends!”

            “You both have been seen outside of school kissing each other and who knows what else?”

            I knew I hit a nerve by the look in my sons’ face. I was right on just a hunch.

            “This isn’t fair, Mom. I’m plenty old enough to see and be with anyone I want to, and you can’t tell me any different.”

            “Just hold on, son, not so fast. Maybe we should just invite your little girl friend over for a sleep over some weekend? I’m just sure she would love to se her big bad boyfriend getting diapered?”

            “Mom, you wouldn’t.”

            “Just think back in your past, little boy. You know I don’t really care who knows or sees you in your diapers, do I?”

            I could see Wes was now thinking back to when this all began.

 

9 Years Ago

 

            It was the start of summer vacation and I was busy changing Wes’s sister diapers. She at the time was 2 but gaining control very fast, why she already was fully daytime trained and had only occasional nighttime wettings so she was only in diapers at night. Wes, on the other hand, had been wetting at night since he had turned 5. At first we thought it was sibling rivalry but he didn’t seemed starved for attention and seemed to get along with just fine with everything else. After many a doctor’s trip I had him checked for his bedwetting and was told he would out grow it.OUT grow it? Here he is, 7 now and still wetting like a baby! It was then I knew I had to take control over Wes’s bedwetting.

            After his sister was changed I called Wes into the nursery. He came in wearing his little red shorts and a striped tee shirt along with his socks and tennis shoes, just a typical 7 year old, but I knew from my plan this was soon to end. We went to his bedroom and I checked his bed again. It was soaked the same as every night this week.

            “What’s wrong with you, young man?”

            “I’m sorry, Mom.”

            “Sorry? I don’t think you are even trying, Wesley!

            “I am, Mom, but I can’t help it!”

            “Well, let me see if I can help you then.”

            I then proceeded to pull him over to me and removed his tee shirt. Then as he seemed somewhat shocked I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles.

            “MOM, what are you doing?”

            “Just be quiet and be still.”

            I had him step out of his shorts and then pulled his underpants down, stained again I though as I removed them. Wes was now standing naked except for his socks and shoes. I then grabbed his hand and we headed back toward the nursery. I wondered as we headed back if I was doing the right thing but remembered that sometimes if a kid is embarrassed enough would stop bedwetting I hope this would be the case. We entered the nursery and I guess he finally figured out what was happening as he started to struggle so I landed a couple of hard swats to he little butt and his protests dissipated.

            “Mom, please don’t. I’ll try harder to stop wetting, I promise!” came his pleading. It was so pathetic I almost stopped then and there but I also knew this would not be in his best interests. Wes was still trying to pull away as I laid him down on the floor as the changing table was far too small for him, even though he was just an average sized 7-year-old. I told him not to move as he was on the floor. I went over and grabbed 2 of his sister’s cloth diapers and the can of baby powder.

            “NO, Mom! Please, not diapers!”

            His pleading was just a bit late as I got down on the floor and lifted up his feet and placed the diapers under him, I then sprinkled baby powder all over his front and again lifting his feet sprinkled the back of his waiting diapers. Then, letting go of him, he started to squirm off his diaper but one quick grab of his feet I had him back in position. I then pinned one side of the diaper and then pulled on the other side. I noticed that I almost lifted him off the floor, tightening his diapers, and pinned that side just as secure.

            “There, Wes, that should do it. Now stay right there,” I told him as I got up to get a pair of plastic pants. I picked out some fairly large white ones and helped him up to his feet. By then he was crying up a storm of tears as I had him step in the pants. I had them almost over his diapers when the side split.

            “Well, look at this. You’re too big for your plastic pants,” I told him. He had kind of a relived look about him but it was hard to notice with those big tears stained brown puppy dog eyes. I turned around to see if I had any bigger ones when he started to try to take out one of the pins.

            “STOP right there, young man! You are N E V E R to touch your diaper pins, EVER!”

            I had no pants to fit my big baby and probably would have picked some up later but after him trying to remove his diaper I knew I had to follow through right away with his punishment.

            I had him again sit in the middle of the nursery while I got his little sister dressed for the day in her outfit of shorts and a tee shirt socks and shoes. After she was ready we went into the kitchen and I got out the stroller where I placed Wes’s sister. I opened the back door and grabbed a hold of his hand and pushed the stroller outside. Wes’s Dad was at work as it was Monday so we had no other car (two-car families were rare in the early 1960’s) so I decide that we could walk the three blocks to Woolworths. Woolworths is kind of like today’s drugstore. As we headed out the door toward the street Wes was pulling real hard as he was just dressed in those double thick diapers, but still had his socks and tennis shoes on. I warned him to behave and stop fighting but it fell on deaf ears, so I gave him a hard swat on that diapers butt of his and it seemed to get his attention and he stopped pulling.

            It was a warm morning, only about 9:00 as we headed off to the store. I’m sure we were quite a sight as we headed along but there were not many people out yet and we weren’t on a busy street. When we arrived at the store we went in the back entrance and found only a couple of other shoppers who didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. We headed for the baby department. In those days the store was laid out with aisles but they were more like tables with bins on them so you could see the whole store, probably so no one could shop lift as they had no cameras. As we got to the baby section I found the bins of plastic pants.

            Wes seemed to be shivering, probably from fear as it wasn’t cold at all. In the summer the stores around town hired lots of high school kids to work and one girl of that age group came over to help. She asked if she could help and I told her I was looking for some plastic pants for my son.

            “Do you know what size he takes?” she asked.

            “Well, no. I tried large size and they were a bit tight.”

            We have toddler and super toddler in the Patti Cake brand over here.” as she pointed to the bins.

            “Could I try a pair on him?” I asked.

            “I don’t see why not as his diapers look dry.”

            She then handed me a pair of white toddler pants and I bent down and had Wes step into them. As I pulled them up his legs I just knew they would be a fine fit. Again, I pulled them up over his thick diapers and this time they were perfect. As the sales girl looked on she said they look like a good fit and she said, “your son looks really cute in them.”

            “Thanks,” I said and looked in the bin for more.

            “Look at these, aren’t these cute?” I said, showing Wes a pair of printed ones. They had little bears. Then I showed him a pair with ABC blocks.

            I pulled down Wes’s plastic pants and had him step out of them, as the sales girl said he can wear a pair home if I liked. I then took the bear printed ones and had him step into those and pulled them up over his diapers; again they fit perfectly.

            “There, my little bedwetter. You can wear these home.”

            He then pulled on my arm and whispered that he really had to pee and could he use the bathroom. Wes was surprised at me as I told him that he could use his diapers and that he was not allowed to use the bathroom anymore unless his Dad or I let him. I picked up two more pairs of white plastic pants and then we headed for the cashier. The sales girls again commented on how cute Wes was and how well his diapers fit him. I’m sure he was embarrassed to the max. As we got to the cashier a couple of other customer got there the one in front seemed to take forever to get her purchases and the one behind kept on staring at Wes.

            Just then a girl joined her mother and the customers behind us. She was from Wes’s class. I heard her talking to her mother, telling her that she had heard that boy was a bed wetter as she pointed to Wes. When we got up to the cashier I laid out all four pairs of Wes’s new wardrobe and after ringing them up I told her that my son also had a pair on that we needed to pay for also. She came around the counter and pulled the back of Wes’s waistband back so she could see the price tag. She rang it up and said it was a good thing I was having him wear a pair home as his diapers seem quite wet! I could see Wes turn red from embarrassment, but what the final comment that got him was when the little girl told him, “I’ll see you in school next fall, BABY!”

            We then headed back across the store for the back door and went back the three-block walk to the house. We did run across a few more people on our way back home and I’m sure Wes was having a hard time. Have people see him like that and especially walking in those wet diapers? I think he actually looked pretty cute and those printed plastic pants were just the thing. We had only about a block to go when I recognized the familiar potty dance. I put my arm around his shoulders and told him, “It’s okay, BABY, just use your diapers.”

            “Mom, this is just awful! How could you do this to me?”

            “I didn’t do anything to you, Wes. You are the one who still acts like a baby and you will be treated like one until you stop your bedwetting, do you understand?”

            “Yea, Mom.”

            “And furthermore, you will call me Mommy from now as all little bedwetters should.”

Back to 1970

 

            I knew these thoughts were running through Wes’s head as I’m sure those memories were deeply implanted.

            “Mommy, please don’t. You will ruin me! The whole school would know that I still wear diapers if you invite her over, please don’t.”

            “I want you to quit hanging around her then, okay?”

            “But Mommy, she is the first girl to pay any attention towards me, at least in a good way, and she makes me feel good.”

            “What part of NO girlfriend at your age don’t you understand?”

            “Okay, Mommy, you win. I won’t hang around with her anymore, but it isn’t fair!”

            I kept an eye on him for the next few days to see if he was living up to his promises. Lo and behold! Not more then three days later on Friday it happened. I caught him walking home from school with his little girlfriend as I was coming home from the store. As I pulled up behind them it was Wes that turned around first, when he realized who it was I’m sure he almost wet himself.

            “Get over here right this minute, Wesley!” I called out. He came to the car as his girl friend waited.

            “What have we talked about, young man? Say goodbye to your friend and get in the car!”

            Wes finally got in the car and we headed home. Neither of us said a word but I could tell he was scared. About a block from the house I said, “I guess we are having a sleepover this weekend. He then turned pale, and right as drove up our street he did WET his pants.

            “Wesley, what did you do? Look at the seat!” I said as we parked the car. His pants were totally soaked, so as I opened the garage door and he started in the house. I grabbed his arm, turning him around, and told him to clean the seat of the car.

            “Call me when you’re done!”

            It couldn’t have more perfect. As Wes was cleaning the seat a couple of his friends came riding up on their bikes and caught him with his WET pants on and there could be NO hiding. They left pretty quickly and a few minutes later Wes called for me to check the seat to ensure that it was clean. We both went out and I could tell by the way he was looking around he was very nervous.

            “Looks good!” I told him and then we went inside. Once inside we headed for his bedroom and he stood at the door and just stared at what waited for him.

            “You lied to me, Wesley, and for this and your little pants wetting episode you will be put back in diapers full time just like when you were 12, Remember?”

            Oh yes, he remembered all right. Let me take you back to that part of my son’s history.

 

1966 Diapered 12 Year Old

 

            Since putting my son back into diapers 5 years ago when he was 7 I have been diapering him every night that’s right. I DO the DIAPERING and will as long as he still wets the bed. Also he is kept in full daytime diapers as well on weekends just to keep him in line and remind him of what a baby he is.

            Monday morning and my soggy diapered boy comes out to the kitchen where he takes his usual seat at the table his now 7-year-old sister thinks its quite humorous that her older brother is still in diapers and she was fully trained by the age of 4. Wes is still not allowed to remove his diapers so he must wait until I decide when they come off. This keeps him very docile, at least in the morning. Last week at school he was acting up and got into some trouble with his teacher. I told her I would make sure he behaved himself, which shouldn’t be too hard since he only has a few more months of school.

            After we were all finished with breakfast I took Wes to his room which looked more like a baby’s room rather than a 12-year-old’s. It had stacks of diapers on his dresser and along with oil, and powder and of course many pairs of plastic pants. You know, he still fit in those Woolworths pants even though they are now the super toddler size, but they are still baby pants.

            Over the years we have made countless trips to the store and to mine and Wes’s surprise we still find some printed baby pants, which I just adore. Anyway, I finally got Wes into his room. I had him lay down on his bed and pulled down his plastic pants and then removed his double thick night diaper. Wow, was it wet! I told him to lay still and put all his night things in his diaper pail. Then I wiped him down with a warm wash cloth, and before he knew it I had another diaper under that cute little butt of his.

            “Mommy, what’s going on? It’s a school day, not the weekend.”

            “Look, I promised your teacher that you would behave yourself for the rest of the year and this is the only way I know you WILL behave. From now on and at least until summer vacation starts you are going to be in full time diapers just like when you were 7 years old, remember?”

            “But Mom, I can’t wear these to school.”

            “Sure you can. Let me help you,” I told him as I continued to pin the diapers in place.

            “There, all pinned up now. How about these plastic pants?”

            “NO, not printed ones! I don’t want to wear diapers!”

            I then grabbed a pair of white ones and slid them down his legs and up over his diapers. They fit kind of loosely since his diapers weren’t as thick as his nighttime ones.

            “There, that’s perfect. Now let’s try on some jeans over them.”

            I got his biggest pair and we got them up over his diapered butt. He looked so cute, kind of like a toddler that you could tell he must still be in diapers since his butt couldn’t be that puffy without them. I put a striped tee shirt on him and he was set.

            “You know, Wesley, you are becoming a lot of work. First, I have to diaper you at night and now I have to diaper you again in the day along with dressing you. You’re as much work as when you were a little baby but now you are my big baby.”

            With a pat on the butt he headed out the door on his way to school. It kind of looked like a kid on his first day of school. I realized that I had made no arrangements for daytime diaper changes with the school but figured if he got wet enough he would head to the nurse’s office and they would call me. Wes made it the first three day with no problems, and then the phone rang about 11:00, and sure enough it was his school and they had a very wet boy. It waskind of a shame that he was wearing a pair of printed pants that day but that’s what happens to baby boys.

            I headed to the school with Wes’s diaper bag. Upon arriving at the nurse’s office Wes was sitting there in the waiting area in his wet pants.

            “Wes, why did you wait so long to get changed?” I asked him.

            “I don’t know, Mommy. I didn’t think I would wet this much.”

            The nurse showed me where I could change him and told me she wanted to talk to us after I was done. We went back into the room it had a table in the middle of it so I had Wes lay down and I got him in fresh dry diapers.

            “Sorry, Wes, I didn’t bring ay new jeans. I really didn’t think that you would be so wet.”

            Mommy, I can’t go back to class like this!”

            “I know. I will take you home and you can come back after lunch.”

            We then went to the nurse’s office next door and as I closed the door behind us she just stared at my son who was standing there in just his diapers, baby pants and tee shirt, his look reminded me of that first day when he was 7, walking back from Woolworths. The nurse finally got a hold of herself and asked me why Wes was in diapers. She told us there were a few others in his school but he for sure was the oldest. I explained about the trouble he had gotten into last week and this was the only way I could ensure that he would be NO more trouble. She understood but told me I would have to leave some diapers for him so this kind of situation could be controlled.

            “I thought you might need some, so I did bring a few with me,” I told her as I took them out of his diaper bag. She put them in a cabinet and put a label with his name on it.

            “There, all set. Wes, just come in anytime you get wet and I will take care of you, okay?”

            “Yes,” he told her as he was about to cry. I’m sure he was remembering the first year he was in diapers at school and some of the kids who found out and teased him constantly. I told her I was taking him home and he would be back after lunch. At lunch I explained to Wes that he needed to make sure he got changed when he was wet or he would get a very bad case of diaper rash. I noticed his face when I said that and I was sure he was remembering the times in the past he had dealt with the unpleasant rash. I returned him after lunch and told him to be a good boy. The nurse saw me as I started for home and told me what a unique idea I had come up with for controlling my son. I told her a bit of his past and she had to agree that most boys were better behaved when kept as babies in their diapers. He got to wear his diapers full time until the ending of the school year and I had NO more trouble. Of course when summer vacation he stayed in full time diapers the same way he had since his first big boy diapering when he was just seven years old.

 

Back to 1970

 

            I knew Wes had plenty of time to think about his predicament he had put himself in and again I had to take control of this situation, as I led him off to his room. While he was cleaning the car I had assembled the things I need to babify Wes again.

            As soon as we entered his room he knew I was serious if he had any doubt before.

            “Let’s get you out of those wet pants and into something dry.” I told him. Again he started, “Mommy! No! This time it was an accident! I didn’t mean to wet my pants!”

            “You know, Wes, it’s always an ‘accident’ with you. Now get those clothes off, please!”

            He started to strip down but stopped with his pee-soaked underwear left on as if he thought he looked like a big boy with those left on.

            “Please remove your wet underwear also, Wes.”

            “Mommy!” he started to say but just one look and there was no more hesitation.

            “Good, now come over here and let’s get you diapered. I pulled a set of his night diapers under him and then pinned them very tightly. I knew having his mother still diaper him at 16 was very embarrassing, but this is why I was doing it, and I must admit I still thought he is kind of cute in his diapers, still my little boy. After his diapers were on snugly I slipped on a pair on his plastic pants. No, he can’t wear the supper toddler pants anymore; he has finally outgrown them about a year ago. He now wears some I found in the Sears Catalog. They are adult incontinence pants but they are made of plastic just a much bigger size.

            “There you go,” I said as I let him up again. When it is warm all he gets to wear is his diapers plastic pants and tennis shoes. He remained just in his baby attire until bed time, which by then I changed some pretty wet diapers and rediaperd him for bed. He is very accustomed to sleeping in his diapered state as he been diapered for so many years now. I was really hoping he would have stopped his bedwetting long before now.

            Next morning I was busy in the kitchen getting breakfast ready for the family when my very wet son came into the kitchen. His father never said much to Wes but everyone could tell he was kind of ashamed have such a big baby son. He took his seat at the table as I served breakfast. After we were finished eating I told him I would change him out of his wet diapers right after I finished cleaning up and that he could go watch TV with his sister until I called him.

            I called him to his bedroom as I was deciding what to have him wear for the day. It was rather warm already so I decided that shorts would be appropriate, as of the last couple of years Wes has been wearing shorts. They were called surfer-style shorts that came almost down to his knees but today I decided that his short blue ones that barely covered his diapers would be perfect. Toddlers still wore this length short and for sure he has not been acting at all like a big boy. I went over to his bed where he was laying and began the chore of changing him. When I had removed his diapers I had him go take a bath which I let him do for himself. After he was done he came back to his room with the towel wrapped around him. As I removed it I had him lay back down on the bed. I knew it would be a long day so again I used one of his night diapers on him, which he objected to but I gave him NO choice. I had learned by this time I had to have my way and not to sway from my decisions. I was the parent and he IS the child. Again, I had him securely pinned in those thick diapers and was pulling on his plastic pants (sure wished I could still get nursery printed ones), but when he saw the shorts I had picked out for him he panicked.

            “Mommy NOT those! Can’t I wear my surfer shorts?”

            “NO, these will do just fine,” I told him. I pulled them up his legs and over his cute diapered butt. Anyone who looked could definitely tell this boy was diapered. Next came his shoes and socks and I gave him one of his smaller tee shirts that came just to his waist. This was perfect; my little boy was dressed for his big day.

            I had him go play with his sister in the yard for awhile so I could get myself ready. I called him in about an hour later and we went to the garage. I’m sure he knew we were going somewhere today as he was dressed and not running around in just his diapers like he does when just at home. As we drove down the road he asked where we were going and I told him that he was going to get a haircut. As I glanced at him he was pouting as he was pretty proud of that long surfer styled hair he had been growing for the last year, but this would not work for my little boy. I went into the barber shop with him. As the shop was not very busy the barber took him right in. He climbed up in the chair and as he sat there his plastic pants were in plain view through the leg openings of his shorts and his shirt was just short enough that the tops of his diapers could be seen above the waist band of hi shorts. The barber asked him how he wanted his hair, before he could answer I told him I wanted Wes to have a little boy look with bangs part way down his forehead and kind of even around the sides. He had some pictures of hair styles on a chart and he showed me a picture of a five year old and I told him that was perfect. He got busy and as he was working on Wes some teen boys about his age entered the shop with their surfer haircuts, and started snickering at the sight of my son sitting there getting his little boy haircut and diapers showing. The barber asked me if I liked his hair when he was though, why it’s just perfect I told him it was perfect for my little boy. On the way out of the shop one of the kids told Wes, “Nice hair, DUDE!” Wes knew what he meant as he turned red form embarrassment. Our next stop was Woolworths to get him some more diapers.

            “I didn’t think you would need any more until you were out of school this summer, but we better get some so you don’t run out.”

            We have been buying most of Wes’s diapering supplies at this store since he was reintroduced back into diapers at the age of seven. Most of the older women that worked there knew my son quite well, so as we entered a few of them waved to us. One of the regulars came over to us and asked if she could help us.

            “Why, yes. Wes needs a couple dozen 21 x 40 Curity diapers as he is running a bit low again,”

            She looked at him and said is he every going to be toilet trained.

            “Not at the rate he’s going,” I told her. She led us over to the table that was stacked high with diapers and gave us a couple of bags of them, I grabbed a pair of printed supper toddler pants and said I sure wish they made these bigger. After paying for our purchases we were off to the house.

            After dinner that evening we were all watching TV in the family room when at about 7:00 the door bell rang. Their here I heard Wes’s sister call out as she was peering out the window, I got up to let my guests in.

            “Hello. Mrs. Waters,” I greeted her. “And this must be Janet? Glad you both could come over to meet us before the kids have their sleepover.”

            After our greetings we headed for the family room, upon entering Wes looked up to see his girlfriend.

            “Mommy, what’s she doing here?”

            Looking at both our guests I told them, “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell Wes that tonight was the sleepover.”

            I noticed that Janet was just staring at Wes. Janet looked at myself and her mother and asked, “Why is Wes wearing diapers?”

            “Because Wes has been acting like a baby by lying to me, and he even wet his pants the other day when I picked him up. Good thing, though, he probably would have wet in front of you on your way home from school. Why don’t you two kids watch some TV while your mother and I get acquainted.”

            Janet walked over to where Wes was sitting.

            “Wes, what happened to your kewl hair?”

            “Mommy made me get it cut this morning. Man, I didn’t want you to see me like this, Janet.”

            We left the room to talk. Mrs. Waters thanked me for calling her as she also didn’t want the kids getting to serious at their age

            “I’m sure seeing her big, bad boyfriend in diapers might cool things off,” I told her. She agreed and as I explained on the phone the sleepover was just to follow through with my punishment for disobeying me. She told me she didn’t have a problem with her daughter sleeping over after seeing there was a separate bed and to boy sharing the room was thickly diapered. She did kind of giggle at the thought. We both headed back to the family room and Janet’s mother told her goodbye and gave Wes a little kiss on the forehead and a pat on his diapered bottom and told her daughter to behave and listen to Wes’s Mom.

            Janet’s Mom had been gone for about a half hour and it was now about 8:00 so I told both of them they needed to get ready for bed but could stay up until 9:00. Wes looked like he was about to cry as I’m sure he figured out what was coming next. I took Wes by the hand and we all went back to his bedroom. Once there I told him to go lay on the bed. He got there but a snail could of beaten him. I took good use of this time, although as I knew he would never forget this night and would probably never lie to me or at least think twice about disobeying me again. After he climbed up on the bed I pulled his plastic pants down and unpinned his diaper pins, I then folded back his diaper and that’s when the tears began to flow. I had to continue or my word would mean nothing. I removed the wet diapers and put then in his diaper pail all the time Janet stood there in shock. I looked over at her and though I better get her involved so she would know just what a big baby boyfriend she was going around with.

            “Janet, could you please bring me one of Wes’s prefolded diaper set from over there?” I asked as I pointed to his dresser. She came to and got the double diapers just as I had asked. I next had her get me a warm washcloth. When she returned with it I wiped Wes down and threw the used cloth in his diaper pail. I then lifted his butt off the bed and slid the diapers under him and then let the sobbing boy back down on them as I powdered him he calmed down a bit, but as soon as I pulled the diapers between his legs he again burst into tears. I then pinned him tightly into the diapers and again asked Janet to get him plastic pants, as she did she picked them up like they might bite her.

            “Those will be good,” I told her and then asked her to put them on Wes. She took them and slid his foot into one leg opening and then the other. She looked confused so I told her to grab the waist and pull them up his legs. As she did Wes cried even harder. As she got up closer to his diapered bottom I told him to lift up which he did almost instinctively. I then told Janet to pull the pants over Wes’s diapers which she did. She let go and I told Wes to stand up, which seemed to take all of his strength. Standing there, I told her to pull the waist band of his plastic pants over the top of his diapers so he wouldn’t leak, and then told her to make sure the diapers were not sticking out anywhere around the leg openings. I then inspected her job and gave him a little pat on his butt and told him to sit on his bed. I took Janet to my room and had her change into her pajamas which was a tank top and little shorts. I took her back to Wes’s room and commented on the differences between his night wear and how thick it was and her skimpy sleepwear. I told them they could watch TV or what ever they wanted to until bed time, they said they wanted to stay and talk in his room. I went down the hall to the den next to Wes’s room and could hear quite well their discussion.

            “I’m sorry, Janet, you had to see me like this; it’ll probably be all over school Monday.”

            “Wes, I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

            “I wish my mommy wouldn’t have made you help change me.”

            “To tell you the truth, it was kind of fun and you look pretty cute in your diapers, but why didn’t you tell me that you still wore them to bed?”

            “It’s not the kind of thing a boy would tell a girl he likes.”

            “How long is your Mom going to have you wear diapers?”

            “Until the end of summer, and now after getting caught with you the other day, she is going to make me wear them to school.”

            “We just have to make sure nobody finds out,” she told him.

            “it’s too late. Mark and Brad were at the barber shop when Mommy took me to get my hair cut and they will tell everybody.”

            “That is a problem,” she told him.

            I knew that there was one more step I had to take with my son now, to make sure this girl would lose interest in him. I finally went into Wes’s room and told them it was bed time. They both climbed into their beds and said goodnight.

            The next morning I went in to awake the kids about 8:30. They both seemed a bit sleepy as they got up and made their way to the breakfast table. I had made eggs and bacon. For some reason bacon always made Wes want to poop. I guess he didn’t catch on right away but about 20 minute after he was done eating everyone was watching TV he got a desperate look on his face.

            “Mommy,” he called as jumped to his feet, but he was no match for the inevitable to happen Janet looked up as he jumped up and hadn’t figured out what was happening but it was too late.

            “Did you fill your pants, little boy? Your diapers will hold it,” I reassured him but the smell was horrible, so I thought that I had better change him.

            “Come with me, you two,” as I motioned to the both of them. Wes was walking with his legs spread pretty far apart as I knew he had really filled his pants. I asked if Janet wanted to help me change him, but to his relief she thought she would pass on this one. I took him in and began the task of changing his dirty diaper as I heard the front door slam closed.

            I got my son all cleaned up and diapered again for the day but as we were staying home I left him to run around in just his tee shirt and diapers. We then went back to the family room and noticed Janet wasn’t there Wes’s sister told us that Janet went home. Later that day Mrs. Waters called to confirm my plan had worked and told me that her daughter didn’t want to be hanging around a 16 year old BABY.