Tyler Does It Again It was an ordinary day outside, a little cold, but relatively warm for the fall weather. It was 8th period, just a few more minutes and he would be free for the day. He was uneager to go home however, after last night's incidents. He couldn't understand it, it had been years since he had wet the bed. Both his parents were very supportive, but he still felt too old for this nonsense. He had hoped his parents wouldn't switch back to diapers, a notion he got when his friend got into the same predicament. RING-- and he was gone. He had to run to catch the bus, just barely making it. The ride home seemed to take forever, but he was there before he knew it. He had always liked fall, but it was now more beautiful than ever. The leaves were turning the burnt oranges and blaring rusts he had always enjoyed. He walked through his front door, and went straight into the kitchen where he was greeted by a glowing mother. He still felt awkward, but his mother seemed to have forgotten about last night. "Maybe I was taking this a little too seriously," he thought. The night passed without much trouble, but in the morning he again felt the cold clamminess of failure. His mom was again a little disappointed, but this time was not as passive about it. She told Tyler he would see the doctor first thing after school. Part II: The Doctors Office The doctor had a sense of sterility, not overpowered by his jovial persona. "So Tyler, what's goin' on lately?" "Nothin' much." It was his only answer that both explained what he was doing lately and why he was here. "Mrs. Smith, can I ask you a few questions about your son's bathroom skills, particularly when he was potty trained and everything like that?" I hoped that she would not answer, but to no avail. "Uh, yes, well, he was potty trained somewhat late, four, and for about two months after that he had trouble staying dry at night, but we just diapered him until then and it was fine." "Well, this is not a rare case, and it seems pretty straightforward. Tyler probably has an undersized bladder. You see, Tyler is going through a growth spurt and his bladder is unable to keep up with him, so, that means accidents at night. It should be just temporary." I was both glad and disappointed with answer. Disappointed that it wouldn't go away for a little bit, but happy because it wouldn't last that long. The rest of the afternoon was like the night before, except for right before bed. Part III: The Typical Clich� I was called into the kitchen where I would be told about my new night time arrangement. I knew immediately, the look on my parents face gave it away. I was then led upstairs like a prisoner, and laid on the bed. "Now, Tyler, you know this is the best thing for you, and its only temporary. Don't worry, no one will know." Oh how I wish those words meant something to me. But they did not. The diapering experience was one I'll never forget. I was laid on my bed, and stripped naked from the waist down, then powdered. The diaper was then slid under my bottom, followed by it being pulled between my legs and fastened with the tapes. I felt so confined by the diaper, but also liberated with the freedom of knowing accidents were acceptable. The night passed and soon it was morning. I caught a glimpse of hope, the bed was dry. Then he realized the diaper, it was drenched. It was like the Hoover Dam had held back a week's worth of water. Mom then came in and got me out of the diaper. A cold burst of air suddenly came over my groin. Immediately after, she wiped me up with a pampers wipe, and I was ready to go. Part IV: School I was still trying to contemplate the previous night-- it seemed as if it happened so fast. I deduced that there nothing I could do, so I felt better about it. But unbeknownst to me that this day would change all that. It was fifth period. Gym class. I was eager to get out and run around. Luckily, I was well liked at school and very athletic, so I was usually a captain of a gym team. This time, we were playing floor hockey, which usually got pretty rough. The game was great. I was having a blast until late in the third period. The game was tied, as they usually are, and the ball was caught up in my feet. I looked down, to see the ball and a small wet spot forming in my pants. I quickly realized what was happening, but unfortunately not quickly enough to stop it. Before I could gather myself I was both sopping wet and soiled. Everyone stared, that is, after I slipped and fell on my butt, spreading the ooze in and out of my personal crevices. They gym teacher gave me a pass to the nurse. The nurse was very compassionate. The only thing wrong, she said, was that school policy required me to be diapered. She swiftly diapered me, with the quickness of a professional, and I was sent home. Part V: The rest My mother was not pleased with this at all. "Boys your age do not do this! I am very disappointed in you." She could not possibly understand how I felt, all of my friends would soon know-it will be horrible. Her "resolution" was to diaper me 24/7, which was done. I was now completely unable to use the bathroom, and if I touched the diaper I was sure to get a spanking I would never forget. I was so mad right now. But to make matters worse, I was forced to act like a baby around the house. My parents though that since I acted like a baby I should be treated like one. My room was totally transformed. Before it was a typical child's room, but now, it was a baby's heaven. There was a crib, a changing table, fully stocked with wipes, pampers size 6, cloth diapers, powder, ointment, and of course, plastic pants. My wardrobe was now completely changed as well. Instead of the fun loving pants, worn-out baseball shirts, and mischievous hats, there were now overalls complete with snaps around the crotch, onesies, and footed sleepers. Luckily, it was Friday, which meant I had the whole weekend to digest this. Part VI: The weekend I woke up to the sound of the crib sidewalls being lowered. A caring mother figure lifted me up, and removed my sopping wet diaper. I was changed from the red footed sleeper and into a pair of overalls and a onesie. Downstairs a highchair was waiting for me, with cut up pieces of French toast. I was placed into the highchair and handfed the toast. I was then taken out and put into a playpen until we went out for our Saturday shopping. Before we left I was put into the car seat, next to my diaper bag, and then we were off. Let me tell you, being wheeled around in a stroller is no fun, especially when you see all your friends. We got home and I sat in the playpen all day, making breaks for diaper changes and feedings. Then off to bed, waiting for another fun day. The End