Some Halloween

“Temperatures will fall all day today, falling to the lower teens or even single digits by tomorrow morning. A possibility of snow flurries exists today, with flurries likely tonight and snow, possibly heavy, is forecast for tomorrow”

That was not what I wanted to hear today! This was going to be my first Halloween without diapers and I had big plans. Some friends and I were planning to go out together trick-or-treating. Since I wasn’t wearing a diaper at night, I would be allowed to go along – my first Halloween ever without Mom. Now, it looked like it wouldn’t be much of a night. Oh well.

I rolled over and turned off the alarm, relishing the feeling of a dry bed and being able to get myself up. Up until recently, I had to wait for the morning humiliation of Mom coming in and take off my wet diaper. Now that I’ve stopped wetting, I can get up whenever I want and get dressed. It’s nice not being treated like a baby.

I guess I should explain. My name is Randy, I’m 12 and in the eighth grade. My birthday falls one day before the cutoff date, so I am always the youngest kid in class. I am small for my age, so people still think I’m in grade school. Up until about three weeks ago, I wore diapers to bed every night. Mom would come in and get me ready for bed and get me up in the morning. I was not allowed to undress myself either at night or in the morning. She would diaper me and put me in a sleeper with w zipper up the back. She thought I was just being lazy and the “baby treatment” would help me decide to stop. She diapered me at 8, even if I was going to stay up later.

Well, it had been going on like this since I was eight, and no change until my doctor came up with an “investigational treatment.” Fortunately, for me, it was working. I had to swallow a pill right after I came home from school and then I got a nasal spray an hour before bed. It’s a bit of a pain, but it’s better than being diapered!

There was the possibility of side effects, but I hadn’t noticed anything. Once in a while I would get a headache, but it wasn’t anything real bad.

I went in and took a nice, warm shower and dressed for school. On the way downstairs, I marked another “X” on the calendar for a dry night and went in to see what was for breakfast. Mom looked up from the stove “dry night again?” “Yup” I said and slid into my chair. Mom brought over breakfast – scrambled eggs, some sausage and homemade biscuits.

“Be sure to layer today, it’s going to get colder” she said.

“Yeah, I heard the forecast when I woke up” I said.

“Do you miss me getting you up in the morning?”

“Not really. It’s nice to be able to take care of myself”

“Good for you! If you stay dry for one more week, the “Wee alarm” goes away. Two more dry weeks and I will take the plastic sheet off your bed”

“I’ll be really happy when you throw out my old diapers” I said. By then, I had eaten breakfast and was heading out of the kitchen to get my backpack and coat.

“Don’t forget to layer!” she called after me.

“I won’t! See ‘ya after school!” With that, I finished zipping my parka and slung my backpack on. When I opened the door, I got a blast of cold air – it really WAS going to be cold! I hoped my friends wouldn’t chicken out on me for tonight.

The bus was early – for once – and we didn’t have to stand out in the cold very long. That was fine with me. I was still starting to shiver by the time it came.

We piled off at school and got inside quick! It felt like it was colder than when I left the house. Maybe it would be too cold to trick-or-treat. Oh well, maybe we could go to Tim’s church party instead. Just so long as we did something! I didn’t want my first “real” Halloween to be just sitting at home!

First period is home room and is only 30 minutes. Our homeroom teacher had treats, and everyone basically sat around and munched til the bell rang. On my way to second period, I felt a little dizzy, but I didn’t think anything of it. It only lasted a few seconds anyway. By lunchtime, the clouds had rolled in, but it was still getting colder. Nobody really wanted to go outside after lunch, even though this was sometimes our only chance all day. It was just too darn cold!

If you didn’t go outside, you were supposed to go back to your home room. People did homework or talked or read keypal messages on the computer. I didn’t have any homework (I rarely have homework since it’s easy to finish in class) so I sent some keypal messages to our “partner schools” in Australia and Lithuania.

“Hey! Are you alright?” I felt someone shaking my shoulder. It was Tim, and he looked concerned.

“Uh, sure. I must have fallen asleep or something” I said. Did I miss the bell?

“Nope, but you sure you’re okay?” He asked. “Your head hit the keyboard really hard. It looked like you passed out!”

“I’m fine” I said and we waked to fifth period together.

Fifth period is Beginning Algebra and one of my favorite classes. The work isn’t all that hard and math is fun for me. But today was different. Halfway through, I got a really bad headache. I raised my hand to ask Mr. Swanson if I could go see the nurse. When he called on me, I remember starting to ask. Suddenly, the world started spinning and I felt myself falling . . . . .

. . . . “Honey, are you awake?” It was my mom, what was she doing at school? I was laying on my back on something soft, but I couldn’t get my eyes to focus so I could tell where I was. Every time I opened them, the world started spinning again.

“Uh, I dunno” I mumbled. “I feel weird.” (that was an understatement!)

“Well, you just lay still” she said “we’re going to take you to the Emergency Room to make sure you’re not experiencing something major.”

I said “mh-hum” and blacked out again . . . .

. . . . people are whispering somewhere or talking very softly. I can hear what they’re saying if I try . . .

(male voice) “I think this is a reaction to the medication he’s been taking. I am recommending that we discontinue the treatment until we’re sure”

(woman’s voice . . Mom?) “If we take him off the meds, he’ll start wetting again. But you’re right, I can’t see risking permanent injury over a little thing like that (little thing! She always made such a big deal over it before)

(male voice again) “Well, it may be somewhat more involved than that. You see, Randy has been accumulating the medication in his system. The idea was that when there was a sufficient amount, we would gradually diminish the dosage and his body would presumably take over and maintain control. If we take him off now, that process will stop. Further, he may experience even more problems since his body may have begun relying on the medication to regulate his urinary functions. There is a detoxification period of ten days to two weeks when he may be unable to control his function at all.” (This was NOT good)

By now, I was beginning to be aware of where I was. I was in a curtained-off place, lying on some sort of bed. There was a sheet over me. To make matters worse, there was that all-too-familiar bulk around my middle. Someone had put a diaper on me in the middle of the day! As I came around, I discovered the worst part of the whole nightmare - I was wet! Boy was mom going to get me over this!

About that time, the curtains parted and mom and my doctor came in. Mom saw that I was awake and came over to the bed. “Hey, kid! I thought maybe you were going to sleep all day!”

I was really surprised that she was so cheerful. I was still a bit groggy and I think I said something about being sorry, but it wasn’t very much. Mom pushed my hair back a bit and kissed me on the forehead. “Well, the doctor wants you to stay here overnight. If you’re doing okay in the morning, we can take you home.”

I moved a bit and my diaper rustled. I waited for mom to notice and say something. She noticed that I was looking down . . . there and just smiled at me. “Honey, you’re probably going to have to wear one of those for a while. The doctor says that you may have had a problem with the medication you were using.”

“You mean you’re not mad at me?” I asked.

“Mad? What about? It’s not like you’re doing it on purpose.” Wow! That was a big change!

A nurse came in about then with a wheelchair and announced that she was going to take me upstairs. I was a little embarrassed when she came over and pulled down the sheet. There I was, naked except for my wet diaper. I looked at mom, expecting some sort of reaction. She just smiled at me and asked the nurse if it was okay for her to come with us. They sat me up and put one of those gowns on me. The nurse commented that it looked like I was wet.

“That’s okay, you’ll survive til we get you upstairs. We’ll change you up there.” She said. Then she lifted me off the bed and into the wheelchair.

She took me out into the hall and steered us toward an elevator. I was afraid that everyone in the place could tell I was wearing a diaper, but nobody even looked at us. At the elevator, we met another nurse with a kid in a wheelchair and his mom. The kid looked like he was maybe ten or so. I’m not a real good judge of ages. Anyway, we all got on the elevator and we started up. The kid moved a bit and I heard the rustle of a diaper. I must have been staring, because he gave me a dirty look and said “why are you staring? You’re wearing a diaper too!” He looked like he was ready to cry, but his mom gave him a hug and told him not to worry.

When the elevator stopped, we were on the pediatric floor. We wheeled down the hall to a room and I noticed that the kid and his mom was following us. The nurse lifted me onto the bed, which was a lot more comfortable than the one in the ER. They were doing the same thing for the other kid. The nurse left for a minute and returned with a little basket. It had a diaper and some other things in it. She pulled a curtain around my bed and said “Let’s get you out of that wet diaper now!”

I kept waiting for mom to say something, but she just stood back and let the nurse work.

She pushed my gown back and undid the tapes on the diaper. Then she kinda winked at mom and said “better get another one ready before I pull that one off, ou know boys and their hoses!” She pulled some other things out of the basket and set them beside me on the bed. There were baby wipes, powder and what looked like lotion of some sort. Then she lifted my wet diaper off slowly before puling it out from under me. I thought she was going to have me lift up, but she just lifted me and pulled it out easily. Next she got some wipes and wiped me down, even turning me over and wiping my butt. I was a little surprised at that, but I wasn’t in a position to argue. Next she turned me back over and got the lotion. I was really embarrassed when I was what it said on the side, Baby Magic. She squeezed some into her hand and massaged me thoroughly, getting more when she ran out or what she had. Then she powdered me, pushing her fingers into every little crevice. Then she got the diaper. I noticed that it looked thicker than the one I had on. She looked at mom and said “I got him a thicker diaper. That one was almost saturated and he’d only worn it a couple hours!” That’s when mom really embarrassed me and said “He’s always been a big wetter. I used cloth on him at home because I couldn’t find a disposable that would last him through the night!”

“Oh!” said the nurse “would you prefer I use cloth on him?” They decided the disposable would work for now, and she put it under me, lifting me up again, and brought it between my legs and taped it on securely. It was so thick I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to put my legs together. The nurse pulled my gown down and said “That’s all done, I’ll throw this one away.” She pulled the curtains back and put the other supplies on a dresser that was at the foot of my bed. Then she tossed my used diaper in a plastic-lined trash can next to it. I noticed that the kid’s curtain was still around his bed, so I guessed he was being changed too.

Mom pulled the covers over me and gave me another kiss. “You be good, now. I have to go run some errands, but I’ll be back in a couple hours. You gonna be okay that long?” I told her I would be fine and she left.

About that time, the kid’s curtains were pulled back and his nurse threw away a used diaper in the same can. I guess it was our diaper pail or something. I heard the kid’s mom say “I’ll bring some 9of his diapers from home if you want.”

Thr nurse just laughed and assured her they had plenty of cloth diapers on hand. The kid noticed me looking at him again and said “you keep staring at me!”

“Sorry” I said “I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

He said “that’s okay, I’m just not used to other people seeing me in diapers” He looked like he was about to cry. His mom gave him a big hug and told him she was sure I wouldn’t tell anybody. Then she and the nurse went out in the hall, I could hear them talking, but not want they were saying.

I turned my attention back to the kid. “Hi” I said “my name’s Randy. What’s yours?”

“Oh, my name’s Jamie. What happened to you?”

I told him I wasn’t too sure, except that I had passed out in school. He looked sympathetic.

“I got real sick this morning and mommy brought me here to make sure I was okay.”

I asked him if he was feeling better now. “Yeah, I don’t feel bad at all, but I wet myself a couple times today and they decided to make me wear a diaper”

I decided not to point out that his mom said he had diapers at home.

We talked for a while and then his nurse came back in and turned on the TV. “What do you guys want to watch?” she asked. It turned out we both liked cartoons. The TV was already on the kids’ channel, so she just left it there. I noticed she took the remote with her. There wasn’t much to do, so we just laid there and watched the ‘toons. They were showing all the Halloween stuff which reminded me that I wasn’t going to get to go out tonight.

“I guess we’re not going out trick-or-treating tonight, are we?” Jamie asked.

“Don’t look that way, and I wouldn’t want to go out with a diaper this thick on anyway” I said.

He nodded and we watched some more TV.

Mom finally came back, bringing a couple packages with her. She put one in the dresser without showing me anything. The other she brought over. She had brought me some Legos and a “Harry Potter” book. I had forgotten that there was going to be a new book released today. Jamie was looking at me kind of envious. We both noticed him at the same time and mom said “I think Randy will share with you, but I don’t know how you’re going to pass things back and forth, but I’ll ask the nurse.” She went to find the nurse. Jamie said “I didn’t mean to look at you like that. I didn’t know you liked legos.” Then he asked me how old I was. I found out he was ten. His birthday was in March, so he was about 18 months younger than I was.

Mom and a nurse came back in with a strange table. It was on wheels, but they were in the middle. She rolled it between us and then pulled my bed closer to Jamei’s.

“There you go! You guys can play till dinner time” she said. Then she really surprised us. “What do you guys want for supper?”

We were both surprised we hadn’t thought we had a choice. It turned out we could have a hot dog or a hamburger or fish sticks. She didn’t say what else there was besides that. We both chose fish sticks. She wrote it down on a pad she was carrying and left. Mom stayed for a while and talked to us while we fooled with the legos. She reached up to turn off the TV and noticed that all the controls were gone.

“Now I wonder how they turn this off and on?” she asked. “Do you boys have a remote or something”” We told her the nurse had the remote. She looked kind of funny for a minute and then went out to find her.

Pretty soon, she came back with the remote and turned off the TV. “ guess you don’t get to turn the TV on on this floor” she said. “Oh well, you won’t be here long.”

She took the remote back and then she read some of Harry Potter to us while we were playing. We both got so tied up in the book that we didn’t notice what time it was until a guy came in with a cart. Mom stopped reading then and told me she would have to go pretty soon because she had to get things ready at home. I asked her what she meant, but she didn’t tell me much.

The guy pulled out two trays and asked us to move our Legos. Mom helped us push them back into the box so he could set our food on the table. We had fish sticks, fries and some mushy veggies I could have done without. But the guy said that if we didn’t eat the food, we didn’t get dessert.

Mom left when he brought us our dessert. It was ice cream, which I like. We both slurped it down and then played with the Legos for a while. It was about this time that I noticed I was wet. I didn’t remember peeing or even feeling like I had to.

Jamie noticed me look at my diaper. He looked a little surprised and then asked me if I was wet.

“Yeah” I said “I didn’t even know I did it”

“Me too” he said “but I’m wet. I wonder if we have to ask someone to change us?”

We didn’t have to wait too long for an answer. A new nurse came in and just walked up beside my bed and reached under the covers. Before I knew it, she was checking my diaper.

“OK” she said “we need to take care of something. I’m going to have to move your bed a bit to pull the curtain around you.”

“What about the Legos?” I asked.

“We can move you back, but you don’t want your roommate watching, do you?” Jamie and I both started laughing. She looked at us funny for a second and then she checked a list she had in her pocket.

“Oh! I guess you are both in diapers. I can still change you in private if you want”

“It’s okay” I said “whatever’s easiest for you”

She turned my bed a little and pulled my covers back and pushed up my gown. She did the same thing the other nurse had done. Undid my tapes, but left the diaper there until she had another one ready. She started to lift it off me and pushed it right back down again. To my amazement, I was peeing! If she hadn’t acted quickly, I would have wet all over myself. That was scary! I couldn’t remember ever doing that before!

She waited a minute and lifted the diaper carefully. “Okay, it looks like you’re done” she said. Then she lifted me up and pulled the wet diaper out from under me. She cleaned me up and lifted my legs. When she slid the diaper under me, I noticed it felt different. She must have seen my funny look because she said “You mom wants you to wear cloth diapers, so that’s what we’re doing.” She pulled it up between my legs and pinned it on. She must have done a lot of diapers because she got it nice and snug on me. Then she pulled out a pair of plastic pants. These were almost clear, but not quite. They also crackled a lot. She pulled them up my legs and then lifted me again to pull them all the way up. She tucked them around my diaper and checked to see that they were tucked in all the way around. She pulled my gown back down and covered me up. If anything, these diapers were thicker than the last ones. They actually pushed my legs apart! I also noticed that I couldn’t move without my plastic pants crackling. It sounded really loud to me.

“Are they always this thick?” I asked.

“Yep” she said “except for your nighttime diaper. That one’s thicker!” She laughed when she saw my expression. “You don’t want to leak overnight, do you?” she asked.

“I guess not” I replied.

“Okay, sport, you’re next” she told Jamie. She was careful with him, too, but he didn’t pee when she took his diaper off. I watched her clean him up and then pull out a cloth diaper. His was also really thick. I could see him try to put his legs together, but they were pushed apart by all the material between them. She got some plastic pants for him, too. His were a frosty blue, but the crackled like mine. I could tell he was noticing the sound too. She pulled his gown down and put his covers back on him.

“Okay, guys, you’re all set ‘til bedtime” she said. She moved our beds back together and told us she had other kids to change. We must have looked surprised because she said “You boys think you’re the only kids up her in diapers?”

“Well, other than the babies” I said.

“Nope!” she said “we have lots of kids here who have to wear diapers for one reason or another”

She threw our old diapers in the little can and tied up the plastic and set it by the can. Then she left.

Pretty soon, another lady came into our room. Her uniform was different, though. It was a light blue and she didn’t have any pins on it. She pulled out a new plastic bag and put it into the can. Then she picked up the used bag and started to walk out. “Wow” she said “you guys must really wet! This bag is heavy!” I asked her if she was a nurse.

“No, I’m a nursing student” she said. “we do our practicum on the floor as part of our training.”

I asked her what a practicum was and found out it was like on-the-job training.

“I’ll be back to see you guys before you go to sleep” she said, and walked out with our used diapers.

We played with our Legos again for a while. I began to notice that I needed to poop really bad. It looked like Jamie was uncomfortable too. We looked at each other and Jamie said “We better get someone to take us to the bathroom.” We decided that Jamie should go see if he could find someone because I was not sure I could walk without falling down. He climbed out of bed and stood there for a minute. “These are hard to walk in” he said. ‘You have to hold your legs farther apart.” He took a few experimental steps. I could see that he was waddling like a toddler. His diapers crackled loudly with every move. He could hear it too. He started to waddle out of the room, but only got about halfway to the door before he stopped. He got a strange expression on his face. Then he turned around.

“What’s wrong” I asked.

“Uh, I think I pooped my diaper” he said. He took a couple more steps and then waddled back to his bed. “Eww” he said “I don’t think I like this!” But he climbed back into bed and pulled his covers up again.

I still had to go, but I was losing the battle. I had just about decided to try to get up when my bowels broke loose. Before I knew it, I was filling my diaper. I tried to stop it, but I wasn’t able to do it. I just had to lay there and let my body do what it wanted to do. I lay there in my wet, poopy diaper and really felt sorry for myself. I looked at Jamie and he was sniffling a little. I must have looked as miserable as he did. We tried to go back to playing, but every move we made pushed the load in our diapers around so we couldn’t forget our diapers for a second.

After a while, that nice nurse trainee came back in. She sniffed and then looked at us. We both turned really red. Our expressions must have been funny because she started laughing. I tried to apologize, but she said “What did you think your diapers were for? “Children usually have a bowel movement soon after they eat.”

Jamie told her one of us thought about going to get someone to take us to the bathroom.

“Oh no!” she said “you wouldn’t want to do that. You’re both supposed to stay in bed unless there’s an adult around to help you. You are both a little unsteady on your pins right now. You don’t need to hurt yourself more by falling.”

Then she told us that if we had been caught, we might have been put in a bed harness so we wouldn’t get up. Neither one of us mentioned Jamie’s little walk.

This time, she changed Jamie first. She got out some sort of pad and slid it under him before she started taking off his diaper. Boy! He really stunk! She unpinned his diaper and started to peel it off him. Then he let out a little yelp about the same time she said “oopsie!” He was wetting all over himself. That did make him cry.

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll get you cleaned up!” she said. “Are you all done now? Yep, looks like the water works has stopped.”

I could see he had soaked his gown almost up to his chin. He looked miserable. He was still crying a little bit, but he seemed to be calming down.

She began peeling his diaper off again. It was kind of stuck to him because of all the poop. She had to pull it off him. Then she set him back down on the pad and used the front of the diaper to wipe some of the excess poop off him. Then she got out some wipes and got down to cleaning him thoroughly. She started in back, wiping in every fold and crevice. She had to use two wipes before she was satisfied his bottom was clean. Then she turned him over and started wiping down the front. Some of his poop had squeezed its way all the way to the front and she used two more wipes to get him clean. Then she took off his gown and wiped his front, even getting a clean wipe to do his face and neck. Then she got out the Baby Magic and began massaging him.

By now, I was so absorbed in the change that I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was laying there totally naked, being rubbed with baby lotion and baby powder. She flipped him over and did the same thing, only it took her longer to rub all the folds in his bottom. She went all the way up his back. When she was done, he glistened with baby lotion and looked like he was frosted in powder. She took two diapers out and put them together. Then she lifted him up and pulled them up between his legs. If he had trouble getting his legs together before, it was impossible now. He just laid there and let her pin him up and pull a new pair of plastic pants on him.

Then she surprised us both. Instead of another hospital gown, she pulled out a footed sleeper. It looked just like the ones mom had made me wear when I was still wetting at home. It had a zipper up the back and snaps down the legs. She sat him up and turned him around until his back was to her. Then she slid the sleeper over his legs and pulled it up. When she got them over his bottom, they really puffed out. She took one of his arms and slid it up the sleeve and did the same with the other one. Then she zipped him up. There was a little flap at the top of the zipper which she folded over somehow.

“That’s to keep busy little hands from trying to undo your sleeper in the night!” she told him. Once she was done, he looked just like a baby, only bigger. His diaper bulged out around his middle and pushed at the confines of the sleeper, but it looked like it was big enough.

“Now” she said “do you need a bed harness to keep you in bed all night?”

Jamie vigorously assured her he would stay in bed and wouldn’t try to get up.

After she was done, she turned him around, laid him down and pulled the covers up to his chin. She gave him a little kiss on his forehead and told him to go to sleep now.

Then she came to me. She unpinned me and sure enough, I promptly began to pee all over myself and her. It was just as bad as Jamie and I was crying before I knew it. She just pushed the diaper back down and waited until I was done. Then she peeled my diaper off. I smelled as bad as Jamie did and I saw him wrinkle his nose.

There wasn’t much I could do, though, so I just laid there while she turned me over and wiped me clean. She worked on my front too, and I had poop all the way up to my balls. She just cleaned me up, wiping all the way up my body. She got a clean wipe to do my face and neck. Then she got the Baby Magic again and pretty much coated me in it from my bottom to my face. She was really good at finding all my crevices and folds. When she did my balls and penis, I got all tingly. She looked down at my penis in her hand and gave me a small smile. She continued massaging me with the baby powder until I was covered in that too. Then she got out my double diaper and pinned it snugly around me. I found that my legs splayed apart and it was uncomfortable to even try to hold them together. She got out a pair of plastic pants and slid them up to about my knees.

“You aren’t going to make me wear those are you?” I asked.

“Sure” she said “they’re just plastic pants. Nobody is going to seem them under your sleeper anyway”

I kept asking her not to give them to me, but she kept saying no. Finally, I tried to push them off myself. She took my hands away and held them away from me for a minute while she fumbled around the sleeper she had laid out for me. When she found what she wanted, she pulled out two mitts. Seeing my expression she said “Well, if I can’t trust you to keep your hands off your diaper, I have to make sure you can’t use them!” She put a mitt on my one hand, slid the other around behind me and brought it out and put it on my other one. I noticed that there was an elastic strap that ran behind my back and attached the mitts. Also, the thumb was sewed to the palm so that I couldn’t hold anything.

She turned me around with my back to her and slid the sleeper up my legs. I immediately noticed that my sleeper was different from Jamie’s. She slid my arms down the arms of the sleeper. That’s when I understood what the elastic was for. Once she zipped me up, I couldn’t get the mitts off without unzipping myself. Since I couldn’t grip anything, I wasn’t going to be able to do that. I was totally helpless. “I decided to use the blanket sleeper on you” she said “It’s thicker and you’re less likely to be able to unzip it.”

Then she pulled out the harness.

By now, I was bawling like a baby. I kept begging her to take the mitts off and promising to be good.

“I think I better make sure you don’t try to get up” she said.

She laid the harness down on the bed and laid me on my front on top of it. Then she pulled a strap up between my legs, over my diaper, and attached it to two more she pulled up from the sides. Then she pulled two straps over my shoulders and attached them to another strap that came around my chest. She double checked all the attachments and then turned me over. Next, she pulled out a wide strap and slid it through the strap behind my back. She then used Velcro to seal it under my bed.

When she was done, about the only thing I could do was kick my feet and wave my mitts in the air. She tested the harness by pulling up on me, but she couldn’t even move me an inch. I was stuck til they let me go.

“Okay, you guys are set for the night” she said. She kissed me on my forehead and walked out of the room.

We laid like that for what seemed like a long time. Then another nurse came in with a cart. She gave Jamie what looked like a sippy cup. She held out some pills and he took them and swallowed them with the juice in the cup. She laid him back down, pulled his covers up, and told him to go to sleep.

When she came to me, she gave me a strange look. “Uh, I better get something else for you” she said and left the room.

When she came back, she had a bottle and an eye dropper. She used the motorized bed to raise me to a half sitting position. Then, before I could protest, she held my mouth open and squirted something awful tasting down my throat. Then she tried to push the bottle in my mouth. I clamped my mouth shut. I was determined to avoid this last indignity.

The nurse just shook her head and took the nipple off the bottle. She pulled something that looked like a ring off of it and pinched it in half in her hand. Then she said “this can happen easily or the hard way. If you keep fighting me, I’ll call another nurse and we’ll hold your mouth open. Which is it?”

By now I was totally defeated. I opened my mouth obediently and she slipped something in. When she let go of it, it snapped into place. It was some sort of round thing that held my mouth partly open. She then reattached the nipple and slipped it between my held open lips. When she gave it a little push, it snapped into place.

“Suck” she said “I’m going to hold it here until you drink it all.

I was forced to suckle the bottle until it was empty. Then she unscrewed the bottle from the nipple, attached a cap where the bottle had been and took the bottle away. I shook my head hard to try to fling the nipple out of my mouth.

“Don’t do that!” she said “I can get a head restraint for you too. Haven’t you had enough for one night?”

I tried to answer, but I could only grunt around the nipple that filled my mouth.

“Okay, boys, night night!” she said and turned out the lights. “Trick or treat!”

When she left, Jamie looked over at me. “Wow” he said “she really tied you up bad!”

All I could do was grunt at him. Every time I moved my mouth, the nipple made noisy sucking sounds. I could move it around in my mouth a little, but not enough to talk. I raised my mitts up to my mouth and felt the thing in there. I couldn’t get a grip on it because I couldn’t use my thumbs. It felt just like a pacifier though, and the nipple made it plain that that’s what it was.

I was a little uncomfortable between my thick diaper, my mitted hands and my oversized pacifier.

Then I got an awful thought “what if mom comes in and sees me like this!” I shuddered and wriggled a little more. All I succeeded in doing was rustling my plastic pants noisily and making grunting and sucking sounds through my pacifier, and waving my mitts in the air. It was then that I noticed that she hadn’t pulled my covers up. I wasn’t cold, the sleeper kept me warm enough. But I was totally exposed. There was nowhere I could hide and nothing I could do about my helpless condition.

I finally gave up and just lay there miserably until I fell asleep.