Family Trip to California

Part: 1

	It had been about four years since we had seen our cousins. We 
had not gotten to visit them since they had moved to California. 
Finally, we had gotten a new minivan, and we would get to take our 
summer vacation to drive up for a visit.
	My dad wanted to get an early start so at about 4:45 a.m. my mom 
came and woke me and my three brothers up. I am a very heavy sleeper 
and my mom had to come back over to make sure that I would get up.
	"Kevin, we have to leave in about fifteen minutes, you need to 
get up." I groggily rolled over and noticed what I noticed most 
mornings when I wake up, a wet bed. I slowly got off of my bunk bed as 
my younger brother walked out of the bathroom.
	"Mom! PeePee Boy did it again. His training pants are all wet." 
He always made a big deal out of it to be able to start a fight. My mom 
came in quickly to help us avoid a big fight. "I swear, Kevin, why 
can't you just wake up when you need to use the bathroom. All of you 
brothers have been able to do stop. You are twelve years old. You 
should be able to wake yourself up. Make sure you put your sheets in 
the washer before we leave."
	I slowly moved into the bathroom where I changed into some clean 
underwear. I had had little success in keeping my bed dry all my life. 
My mom had tried everything she could to get my bed dry, but no matter 
how hard I tried, I just could not stop wetting in my sleep. Finally 
when I was about ten, my mom had just given up and put a plastic sheet 
on my bed. I had the responsibility of changing the bed when I had an 
accident, so that morning I took the sheets to the laundry room just as 
I had many mornings before.
I finished getting dressed as I heard my mom tell my brothers to go get 
in the van.
	I walked into the living room to head out to the van myself when 
my mom told me to come over to her. It was then that she delivered the 
news. "Honey, we have just bought this minivan and you are going to be 
sleeping most of the trip. Your dad and I have talked it over and think 
that you may need some help not wetting the seat of the minivan." I 
knew what was coming after that. I had avoided this moment since I was 
six years old. So I quickly began to interrupt, "Mom, I won't have an 
accident. Please don't make me wear a diaper."
	She tried to convince me that the pull-ups were not diapers, but 
it was no use. Mom had me pull down my pants and underwear and I put on 
the pull-ups. "I'm sorry that these have little pictures on them, but 
these were all that I could find at the grocery store last night." 
There I was standing in decorated ABC pull-ups, humiliated. She stuffed 
my underwear in her purse and told me to put my pants back on.
	I did as I was told and headed for the van. I was quiet as we 
pulled out of our driveway, convinced that I would not use the diaper. 
Within a short while I was fast asleep. When I woke up at about 9:30 we 
were pulling into a rest stop. My dad announced that if anyone had to 
use the bathroom, we had better do it now because we wouldn't be 
stopping for another three hours. I sat there for a minute remembering 
what had happened only a few hours ago. But my worst fear had happened 
upon me, I had peed in the diaper. I got up and went to the bathroom 
with my dad and brothers. When I got into the stall I pulled down my 
pants and discovered that I had only wet a little bit. Thank goodness, 
maybe my mom would not even notice.
	I tried to empty my bladder, but there wasn't anything left to 
empty. I pulled my pants back up and flushed the toilet to make 
everyone think I had used the toilet. On my way back to the van my mom 
asked if everything was alright. I quietly told her that I was dry and 
had just peed.
	When we got back into the van my dad made a big deal out of my 
not wetting on the van seat. My brothers snickered, but seemed to be 
impressed as well. Soon, we were on the road again and try as I might 
to not sleep, within a few minutes I was asleep again.
	About noon my dad pulled over again and announced that we were 
stopping for lunch. As I woke up this time, I knew that things were not 
as good. I felt that I had not been so lucky with this sleeping 
adventure. I went to the bathroom with my brothers and into the stall 
again. I pulled down my pants and revealed a very soggy diaper. I knew 
that it would not stand another soaking, so I developed a plan to get 
another diaper without telling my mom. I would wait until we were about 
to leave, sneak a pull up from the van, and go to the bathroom to 
change.
	When I came out of the bathroom, my dad asked if I was dry, and I 
said that I must be getting over it, because I was dry again. My dad 
congratulated me and sent me to play until mom had lunch ready.
	After lunch we were packing to get ready to leave. This would be 
my chance. But before I could get to the van my mom came over to ask me 
if I needed to change my pull-ups. I told her that it was still dry. 
She seemed amazed, and said that I was doing a good job. As I was 
loading the ice chest my mom called me over behind the van. When I got 
there she pulled me over closer to her and asked if I was sure that I 
was dry, because my pants were very droopy around the front. I told her 
that I was dry, but she stuck her two fingers down the front of the 
pull up to check. "Kevin, how many times do I have to tell you not to 
lie to me." She dragged me over to the side of the van with the door 
where my brothers were starting to get in. She laid me on the van floor 
and pulled down my pants in front of all my brothers revealing the 
pull-ups. It was so humiliated as my brothers started to make fun of 
the diaper that I was wearing.
	My mother showed no mercy as she pulled the sides of the diaper 
apart and took it off. I was laying there naked in front of everyone. 
My younger brother made a comment that I didn't have any hair on my 
penis. He started to make fun of me saying that he had started growing 
hair a couple of months ago. My dad told him to be quiet, but he 
snickered a little bit, too. Mom told me to get up and put the other 
pull up on. I stood at the side of the van pulling up the diaper. As I 
started to reach for my pants, my mom pulled them away from me saying 
that she needed to be able to see when the diaper was wet. If I wasn't 
big enough to tell her, then I would just have to leave my pants off.
Soon we began to pull out and back on the road again, me just sitting 
in my diaper. I begged and pleaded with my mother to please just let me 
put my pants on. She just said that maybe next time I would just tell 
her when I had wet. My brothers continued to make fun of me, but soon 
they were distracted as I was by the television that the new van had 
come with.
	We watched several hours of cartoons and ate lots of snacks 
before it started to get dark again. When we pulled over to use the 
bathroom mom let me put pants on to go into the convenience store to 
use the bathroom. After we were finished we all got back into the car 
and on the road, me without my pants. About 8:00 we began to drift off 
to sleep again.