Josh Taylor
Chapter 1
Wow I can’t believe it, summer
vacation is over and I’m back in school. I’m in my third period English class
and the teacher has just asked us to write a short paper on our summer vacation
for our homework assignment.
Let me back up for those of you who
don’t know me I’m Josh I live here in Los Angeles, CA. I am 14 years old, but
have another birthday coming up in October so actually that makes me 14 ½. I
just started in 9th grade. We moved here when I was 6 from Michigan.
Well anyway, I’m really stumped as
what to write, for I could never tell anyone what happened to me this summer.
It all started about the last month of school in June.
You see, I have been a Bedwetter all
of my life, at least since I was 5. My Mom was in the hospital back then and
everybody thought she was going to die. Well, she didn’t, but everyone thought
that's why I developed my problem. At first everything started out with the
normal stuff. I found a plastic sheet on my bed one day and after Mom explained
it was to protect my mattress it wasn’t so bad. I do share a room with my
brother who is two years older, so just the noise from the sheet was kind of
embarrassing, but it wasn’t like he didn’t know about my wetting.
Well, Mom and Dad kind of just put up
with my wetting for a couple of years, figuring that the move we also made
didn’t help any, and with trying to make new friends, and a new school and all,
but after a few years the serious stuff hit me. First thing it was off to the
doctor to get checked out, I was about 8 by then. Sitting in that waiting room
was the worst. I imagined everybody knew what we were there for but when the
nurse came back to the window and asked why we were there to see the doctor
from way across the room and my Mom responded to her, I could of just died. You
see, my Mom has one of those voices that carries very far, and even though she
thought she was being quiet I’m sure everyone heard her.
Of course the doctor didn’t find
anything wrong and I had no idea of why this was happening to me. All I knew is
I went to bed DRY and woke up WET. I didn’t enjoy waking up in a wet bed with
those cold sheets and sometimes I was really dripping, and I know my brother
hated the way our room smelled, even though he had his friends over quite often
I’m sure to them I was just his Bedwetting brother.
The doctor did suggest my Mom try a
wetting alarm, which she went ahead and ordered one from Sears. It took a few
days to get to the store and she took me with her to pick it up. Standing at
the counter, out walked this lady with a box headed our way and the outside of
the box way clearly marked with its contents. She really looked me over as she
set it down on the counter. I’m sure she knew who it was for. Mom had me carry
it to the car but luckily it wasn’t too far and we didn’t have to go through
the whole store. It just seemed like miles.
Well, that night my training began and
for the next 2 months the routine stayed pretty much the same: go to bed and
late at night the alarm would go off, and by the time I would wake the bed was
wet and my brother was mad. I guess after that futile attempt at my dryness my
parents were desperate, so I still remember like it was yesterday when Mom
called me to her room where I was met by her and my dad just standing there. As
they started to explain what the results of my wetting was causing I was
getting numb. I was hearing them but not registering what exactly it was that
they were telling me. When Mom pulled out the DIAPERS from a bag on the dresser
I went into shock!!!!! They proceeded to undress me and lay me down on their
bed. Mom slid the diapers under me and pinned them on as I remember very
tightly, but as she pulled out the plastic pants from the bag is when it hit me
as to what was happening. As I begged and pleaded she and my Dad were pulling
the baby pants up my legs and then up over the diapers. I was then sent off to
bed and I’m sure they explained to my brother and younger sisters what had
happened to their brother.
The next morning when I awoke it
seemed that I was DRY. Wow, it worked, but as the sleepiness wore off I
realized that the bed was dry but my diapers were drenched. My brother was up
early as Mom walked in and checked my diapers, saying it was good I had them
on. I have kind of gotten use to them over the years as I still wear them today
at night, that is until last June.
Over the years that I’ve been wearing
my night diaper, always cloth (cause Mom say they are the best for night), to
bed every night, but about a month before school was out Mom and Dad told me
that if they didn’t see an improvement soon they were going to keep me in
diapers during the day, I guess figuring it would give me the incentive since I
guess they have figured its been so many years maybe I had given up trying. They
kept reminding me as time got closer and closer, but I just could not improve
no matter what I did and really kind of figured that it wasn’t a real threat
anyway. What parent would do that to their 14 year old kid?
As exciting as the last day of school
can be, mine was really mixed with uncertainty. I had finally made a couple of
friends over the years, which was really hard for me as word had gotten around
to most kids about my bedwetting, but for a couple I guess they believed my
denials of such accusations. We lived in a neighborhood where the houses are
pretty far apart so there aren’t too many kids around. Upon arriving home that
afternoon I opened the door with what was built-up fear. Mom greeted me as
usual and all afternoon and into the evening I kept expecting the ax to fall
but nothing happened. About 7:30 as usual Mom pinned on my diapers (as she
still didn’t trust me with pins) and I put on my pajamas and watched TV until
about 9:00 and then was sent off to bed.
I woke up early Saturday, and as a
rule, stayed in my night diapers until Mom or Dad would take them off, and
sometimes I would wear them for hours until they woke up or were ready to take
them off. Today was no exception. I waited until almost 9:00 and by then they
were drenched. Dad called me to my room and removed my diapers and told me to
go get cleaned up. I know a lot of kids that do not like to take showers, but
being in diapers I always thought it was a relief to get that smell off, even
though some always lingers. Bedwetter smell its called. After my shower I went
back to my room and started to get dressed when Dad barged in and asked what I
thought I was doing?
"What do you mean Dad?"
He then reminded me of my wearing
diapers full time if I was still wetting like a baby by the time school was out
and that no improvement had been seen. Well, I couldn’t argue as I knew I
wasn’t any better, but as I was pleading my case to him Mom walked in carrying
a bag of youth Attends.
"Mom, what's that?" I asked
her.
She told me they were my new daytime
diapers. She then spread one out on my bed and told me to lie down on it. I did
as I was told with tears building as I had hoped they had forgotten about the
threats of the last couple of months. Mom then powdered me and told me to watch
carefully as she taped my diaper on because she was expecting me to diaper
myself if the occasion should arise. I tried to watch, but it was hard seeing
her pull what looked like a real baby diaper up between my legs. She taped them
very tight and then had me stand up to check the fit. "Perfect," she
said. Well, maybe to her, but not to me. Dad told me to turn and as I did he
snapped a picture with his Polaroid before I knew what was happening. As the
film developed I could see myself becoming clear and I looked like a big baby.
Dad then told me if they ever catch me taking off my diaper without their
permission they would show my picture to my friend Joey. I knew they were
serious! Dad then gave me a T shirt and when I asked for my shorts he told me I
could just stay as I was for now. I was then told to get to the breakfast
table.
As I entered the kitchen my brother
and sisters were already there and they just stared at me as I entered. My
youngest sister (about 8 years old) said, "Mom, those look just like baby
diapers."
"Well, they are your brother's
baby diapers, and as we told you all, he will be wearing them all the time and
we expect you all to keep an eye on your brother and let us know if he ever
tries to take them off. Also, if he every gets too wet or dirty we want you to
let us know about that, too."
I was so embarrassed. All I could do
is stare at the floor and try not to cry, but that was short-lived as my dad
patted me on my diapered butt and told me to take my place at the table.
Later that morning I found out just
how serious my parents were about my diaper wearing when I told Mom I had to
pee and could I use the bathroom and she refused to let me and told me to use
my diaper. Up until that point in my life my diaper wearing was a matter of necessity,
for my bedwetting, but everything was changing Mom's attitude especially seemed
to. She seemed not to care about my feelings or whether or not I was
embarrassed. It seemed like she figured I was a baby and had no rights, which
for now were all taken away anyway. Speaking of Changes, it didn’t take me very
long and I was in need of one I had wet my pants in the daytime for the first
time since I was a toddler. After it happened I went to Mom and told her what
happened and she squeezed the seat of my diaper and agreed that I was wet
indeed, but the diaper didn’t need to be changed yet. So now I was doomed to
wear wet diapers as well.
The first couple weeks of my summer
vacation went along pretty much as the first day and so far I was never let out
of my diapers. They were serious and I was now wearing them 24 hours a day,
cloth at night and my Attends in the daytime. The first time I messed my diaper
had to be the worst embarrassing incident up to that time I had ever
experienced. It was the second day right after breakfast. It was Sunday and
everyone was getting ready for church. The feeling hit me and I went running
for the bathroom out of instinct. My dad intercepted me on the way and asked
where I was off to in such a hurry. I started to tell him as he had a hold of
me when it felt like I exploded. Of course by that time and all the commotion
the whole family was there and saw me load my pants. The diaper sagged real far
but it was a good thing that I still had my night diapers on with my plastic pants
for they contained the smell. Mom didn’t agree that cloth was best this time.
In the future, believe me, doing this in disposables the smell is almost
instant.
The first month we stayed pretty much
at home, other than the occasional shopping trip and such, but Joey and his
family returned from a trip they made early in the summer, and he started to
call wanting to come over or me go over there I didn’t know what to do. I
couldn’t let him see me this way. Even though I got to wear clothes over my diapers
they made so much noise anyone could tell what I was wearing. I was really
afraid I would lose my only real friend I had. When Mom found out that I had
been avoiding him she told me to invite him over and if I didn’t she would. I
did as I was told and decided that he would come over late morning the next
day. I could hardly sleep that night thinking of what might happen. I know Mom
told me not to worry but how could I not worry.
Well, just a little before 11:00 I
found myself in my room alone and decided to remove my diaper so Joey wouldn’t
find out. He arrived and we all talked for awhile Mom asking him about their
families vacation and all, then Joey and I went out in the yard to goof around.
We were out there for about 10 minutes or so when mom came out the back door
she looked kind of mad but had a wild smirk on her face. She was also carrying
a bag with her as she headed straight for us.
"Josh, what the HE-- do you think
you were doing taking off your diapers!" she yelled as she approached.
Again I went deaf, my nightmare was happening right then. She walked up to us
and showed Joey a picture which he looked at, and then stared at me and asked
me if that was really me. I then realized what picture she had, and without
even looking ,started to cry, saying to her, "How could you show him? How
could you?"
She reminded me of our agreement and
explained to Joey what had happened after school was out and that I was in
full-time diapers again. He looked at us in disbelief as mom told me to come
over to her. She expertly took her hand and pulled down my shorts to expose my
bare butt as she pushed me down on the lawn. She then pulled out one of my
diapers out of the bag and opened it in front of me, telling me to raise up
sliding the diaper under me. She then sprinkled powder on me and pulled the
diaper up through my legs and fastened the tapes. All this while I was in shock
again I couldn’t believe that at 14 my Mom had just diapered me in front of my
only friend in the world. She helped me to my feet and pulled my shorts back up
over them.
Like it did any good, then Joey knew
what I had on he just saw me get changed. Mom patted me on the butt and told me
to keep my pants on and left us alone. I just stood there not knowing what to
say. When I looked at Joey he looked like he was about to cry, which I couldn’t
understand.
"Oh man, I can’t believe your
parents would do that to you, I kind of figured you pissed the bed at night
from what I heard from kids at school, but that's kewl. I know a few
Bedwetters."
I asked him if we could still be
friends and he told me he needed some time to think as he really liked me, but
if anyone found out that he was hanging out with a diaper boy that it could get
back at him. I told him I understood, but I hoped he would be my friend still.
With that, he left me standing in the yard as he headed off. I was pretty upset
as I knew I had just lost my very best friend, and who could blame him. Mom
came out awhile later and asked where Joey had gone. I was so mad at her I
didn’t even want to talk to her but I also knew she was right that they had
warned me not to EVER remove my diapers and I had disobeyed her. What I didn’t
know is Mom and Joey's mom had talked and were pretty good friends themselves
so what was to come was really unexpected.
The rest of that day Mom seemed to be
trying to make thing up to me as she went shopping and didn’t even drag her
diapered son along. Even though I got to wear clothes over them I’m sure people
could tell I was diapered or just had a very large butt. She did, however,
leave my brother home to baby-sit us while she was shopping.
Next morning I had just finished
breakfast still in night diapers when the doorbell rang. Mom called to me to
come to the front door after she answered it, and to my surprise there stood
Joey and his Mom, but Joey was standing in a very wet Attends himself, and from
the looks of things he had been crying a lot for his eyes where all red. He
asked his Mom to please go inside so he didn’t have to stand outside in his
diapers. After entering his Mom looked over at me and said, "Joey has
something he would like to tell you, Josh."
"I’m sorry man, for running off
yesterday, but one of those bedwetters I said I knew was me and I really didn’t
want you to know. I hope your not mad."
Wow, it was overwhelming, but my best
friend was a bedwetter also.
"Of course I’m not mad. I just
hope we are still friends."
We were asked to go into the family
room while our mothers talked.
"Wow, Joey, you of all
people."
I would of never guessed all he could
say is, "please don’t tell anyone, please."
"No, I won’t tell if you will
keep my secret," so we made a deal no to tell anyone.
Throughout the summer we became even
better friends and I even got to go over to his house even though Mom sent me
with extra diapers on the understanding Joey’s Mom would change me if I needed
to be.
The first part of August we were off
on our summer vacation in Santa Barbara. My parents had rented a condo about a
block from the beach the anticipation was great as we all loved the beach. We
headed off Saturday morning and at the first gas stop everyone got out to use
the restroom. As the guy was filling our car with gas he looked at me:
“You the only one who's not using the
rest room,” he said with a smile. I’m sure he could tell I was in diapers as
Mom had me wearing my cloth one with the plastic baby pants over them.
We made it to the condo about noon and
it was great as we had imagined the place was huge. It had 4 bedrooms, a loft,
and the complex had a way kewl game room. Mom took my sisters to their bedroom
and helped them unpack their stuff ( you know how much stuff girls bring) then
Dad took my brother and I to our room and we started to unpack. I even ended up
with a lot of stuff with all my diaper supplies ( I even was sent to the car
several times to bring in the packs of Attends). Mom checked on us to see
everything was going OK when my brother said a vacation to him would be not to
have to share a room with his baby brother.
"Make him sleep in the baby room
next to yours, Dad," he told them.
"What baby room?" they
asked.
"You know, the one next to your
bedroom."
We all headed off down the hall and
when the door was opened. Sure enough ,there was a nursery with a crib,
highchair, playpen and everything.
"No, Josh would never fit in
those things," Mom told my brother.
"Sure he would!" my brother
insisted.
"Well, lets give it a go,"
Dad said as he put the rail down on the crib.
"Climb in here, Josh."
"No!!! No way am I getting in
that thing!"
With that I got a smack on my diapered
butt and then was helped in by Dad. I think we were all amazed. It was tight,
but I fit. Well, my brother got his vacation as all my stuff was moved into the
nursery and then I was made to try out the other baby stuff. I could even
squeeze my butt into the highchair, but not with my night diapers on. The
playpen was too iffy, so once dad removed the bottom he said the effect would
work just fine. So much for my fun week.
We got all settled in to our summer
condo that day and that evening we all went out to dinner. Afterwards we
stopped at a grocery store where we went shopping for food for next few days.
Along the way Mom stopped in the baby aisle and threw in a few jars of baby
food, a bib and a bottle. I had not seen them until we all got to the checkout
line. My sister said, "look what Mom got for Josh, he’s really going to be
a baby this week."
I turned and saw what she was talking
about and couldn’t believe what I saw as Mom was buying all that baby stuff. My
sister looked at me and said, "I hope you like bananas and peas cause that
what were getting for you, Joshey."
The checkout lady gave me a really
weird look and I’m sure she figured out that I was wearing diapers. We left the
store and headed off to the condo. When we got back we watched TV for awhile
after Mom had put me in my night diapers. We were watching a James Bond movie
and I was really getting into it when Mom brought me a bottle of warm chocolate
milk.
"Aw Mom, not a bottle!" I
whined, but I knew I had better drink it as everyone just stared at me.
Of course the next morning I woke up
very wet, but Dad came in first thing and changed me into my Attends. I thought
this was great as I wouldn’t have to wear those wet cloth diapers most of the
morning as usual. After I was changed I went to the dining room and everyone
was there already, but there was no extra chair, except the highchair had been
moved in. Mom called me over to the highchair and I was told to sit. As I did
the tray was slid on the arms of the chair and locked in place. It was a tight
fit and I couldn't have gotten out if I had wanted to. Next, Dad came up behind
me and placed the bib over my head and tied it on. I’m sure I must of been
quite a sight sitting in the highchair just in my diapers, now with a bib with
a big yellow duck printed on it. Mom then gave me a bowl of mushy cereal and
another bottle of milk. Oh boy, this was going to be along week.
Before noon we all headed down to the
beach I had just been changed and had a pair of red shorts over my diapered
butt and a striped T shirt. I knew that my shorts were a tight fit, but what I
didn’t realize is that my diaper was showing out the leg opening in the back,
especially as I walked. My sisters giggled but said nothing about it. We found
a spot on the very busy beach and Dad spread a blanket out for the family. The
minute we were settled off came my brother's shirt and shorts all the way to
his swim trunks and off he sprinted to the water. My sisters weren't far
behind.
"Josh, aren't you going
swimming?"
Well, I was almost afraid to after all
that had happened so far this summer. Dad grabbed my shirt and sent me off to
play in the ocean. Yeah, they let me keep my shorts even though now the diaper
was sticking out above the waistband as well as around the legs. After swimming
with my brother for almost an hour we were called back to the family spot on
the beach. This was my first experience with swimming in a diaper, but when I
got out it was huge. It absorbed tons of water and my shorts were almost
falling off from the weight of my diaper. People were staring as I walked back
and when Dad saw me even he had to laugh. Mom just told me to sit down, and as
I did the diapers made a loud squishing sound and water came out the legs and
up the back. My sisters, of course, did not believe that it was water and told
Mom Josh wet his pants and they are leaking. Mom saw how wet they were and came
over to me and kind of pushed me onto my back. As she reached for my shorts I
thought she was just going to check them, but she had them off in an instant!
There I was laying naked on the beach and there were people not too far away.
She asked my brother to hand her a diaper and almost as fast had it under my
butt and taped up. I asked for my shorts back but Mom said not until they are
dry. We then had lunch with just me in my diaper, and Dad did give me my
T-shirt to wear.
I was going to go swimming again with
my brother, but Mom said to leave my shorts as they were of no use and they
would just have to dry out again, so I decided against swimming and just played
in the sand. On the way back to the condo later that day dad saw a T shirt in a
shop that said "JR. Sandcastle Member" and bought it for me thinking
how fitting it was.
We did go to the beach almost everyday
that week and quite a few time was sent to swim with my brother, but all I got
to wear was my diaper so I never went as my own idea. Also during that week I
did get to use all of the stuff from the nursery as well as sleep in the crib
every night. The morning we were to leave back home I again was diapered in my
thick cloth diapers as Mom didn’t want any accidents in the car. As we got home
and all unpacked I realized we only had two weeks to go until Labor day and
school was to start right after that. I wondered when they were going to let me
get back to my normal self and give me back my big boy underwear? Should I ask
them or what?
I waited a few days and then asked Mom
when I could get rid of these day diapers as soon I would be back in school and
for sure I couldn’t wear them then?
"Why ?" she asked. "Do
you think your a big boy now? I’ve seen NO improvement in your bedwetting
record. You're still pee-soaked every night! As far as wearing diapers to
school, I really don’t see why you can’t, for the only problem for you might be
PE Class."
Oh wow, I hadn’t even thought of that.
How can I change for PE with a diaper on? Mom just told me that I had better
try to stay dry even harder and if I could maybe I wouldn’t have to wear the
daytime diapers anymore.
Well, over the Labor Day weekend I was
still trying to have a least one dry night but it just wasn’t happening. I have
noticed that Dad has been spending an awful lot of time in his shop. He loved
woodworking as a hobby and makes real kwel stuff.
We did get to go to Disneyland our
last weekend before school started, but again I had to wear my diapers, but Mom
did them different, something she said she saw on the Internet. Last weekend
when she went shopping she picked up some baby diapers. As usual she brought
out my attends and as I lifted my leg she slid them under my butt, but then she
produced two of the Pampers size 6 and with a pair of scissors slit the plastic
backing.
"What's that for?" I asked.
"Oh, just lie back and you’ll
see," she responded. She then had me rise up again and she slid both
Pampers inside the Attends. She powdered me and pulled the Attends real tight
and taped them up. She then had me stand and took that reinforced packing tape
and ran it around my waist. These were the snuggest diapers I had ever worn.
She told me the extra tape would hold them up when they got wet, for these
diapers would be heavy. I complained that they were too thick but she reminded
me that there wouldn’t be many places to change at Disneyland. Of course she
again was right. The shorts she gave to me to wear over my diapers were a very
tight fit also during the day at Disneyland sitting on rides. I knew several
people could see my diapers but it was so much fun there after awhile I didn’t
even care anymore. About 7:00 my diapers were starting to leak down my legs. I
told Mom and she said it was impossible as my diapers were thick enough to last
all day. She then told me to come over to her and like a toddler she put her
fingers in the waistband of my diaper and then under the leg band. She agreed
that I was quite wet as people next to us were staring at me. She then walked
over to the restroom and handed me a diaper from her purse/bag and told me to
go change. I had to walk in carrying my diapers, but figured it was better than
having to go into the women's restroom with Mom. As hard as I tried once I got
into the stall I couldn’t get that extra tape off. It wouldn’t tear or rip or
anything. Finally, I walked back out and told her that I couldn’t get my diaper
off. Again, people were watching me walking out carrying that diaper under my
arm. Dad went in with me and once in the stall he got the tape loose. Then he
helped me on with the dry diaper and picked up the really heavy wet one and
told me to dispose of it. Boy, it was heavy, too, but carrying it to the trash
wasn’t fun, either. We watched the nighttime parade and then left for home. It
was really a fun day all in all.
It must have been almost midnight by
the time we left and we had over a hour drive to get home. All of us kids fell
asleep and I was quite wet by the time we got home. Dad carried me in and put
me on the bed where mom changed me into my dry cloth diapers. Sometimes they do
feel good.
Well, here it is, Tuesday morning, and
I hear Mom coming down the hall. The door is opened and she walks over to my
bed.
"Well, were you a BIG boy last
night Josh?"
"No Mom, I’m wet."
She already knew that though as she
could smell my saturated diapers.
"Well, get up and get some
breakfast."
I did as I was told and after
breakfast she told me to take a shower and get cleaned up. I stayed in the
shower longer than usual, almost afraid to get out and find what I knew was
probably waiting for me. When I got dried off I went back to my room and Mom
was waiting and my brother was getting dressed. I knew it, but there on my bed
was an Attends spread out with a baby diaper opened on the inside, Mom told me
to lie down so she could put my diaper on. Again I cried and pleaded,
"please Mom, not to school, please."
She was just about to tape it up when
she must of had a change of heart. She kind of threw a pair of underwear to me
and said, "go ahead and put them on, but you better start improving on
staying DRY at night, or believe me, I will diaper you for school."
Wow, what a change of luck. I got
dressed in a hurry and dashed out of the house before Mom could change her
mind. So far I’ve been to home room, Math, and now here I am in English. Now
you can see why I’m going to have to make up something about how I spent my
summer. This is going to harder than even I could of imagined. What can I
write? What? I’m starting to hear laughter from behind me. What’s that noise?
Oh no, my pants feel warm. Oh no, I’ve wet my pants... Oh sh--, the girls
behind me know as pee is leaking off my seat. How can I get out of here?????
Please help me, PLEASE!!!!!
Chapter 2
"Mrs. Alger, Mrs. Alger, Josh WET
his pants and its leaking on the floor." I was frozen in my chair all I
saw Mrs. Alger walking this way, "Oh my what do we have here, Josh what's
going on here, LOOK at me young man you've WET your pants."
"Well ,say something."
"I'm sorry Mrs. Alger."
"Why didn't you ask to use the
rest room ? Well ? I'd expect this sort of thing if I were teaching a second
grade class but not a High school class. Please go to the office . Now
please."
I got out of my seat in front of the
other kids who by now were all staring at me to see just how wet I was. I got
out the door as fast as I could and got out in the hall. I started down the
hall on the way to the office when I chickened out and went into the bathroom.
Just my luck, there were two other guys there already and judging from the
smell they were having a smoke. One looked at me and I was immediately their
subject of ridicule.
"Hey kid, are you sure you're in
the right place? Looks like you need a changing table, you really pissed your
pants."
Then one of them grabbed me and tried
to pants me, they had me down to my underwear when a teacher passing by heard
the noise coming from the restroom. As he came in they let me go and ran off
right by him.
"What's going on here?"
"They tried to get my
pants," I told him.
"Well how did they get sooo
wet?"
"I kind of had an accident, I
guess."
So he added, "better get you up
to the office. We will catch the other two boys later."
It seemed to take forever to get to
the office as kids we passed in the halls all seemed to stare at my passing wet
pants and some even giggled. Here we are as the teacher and I entered the
office. He told me to have a seat as he entered the office of the principal.
I'm sure to tell him what happened. Upon leaving the office the teacher looked
over to me and said not to worry, that he had explained everything and those
other boys would be caught.
"Josh, come in please," the
principal said, sticking his head out the door of his office, I walked over to
him.
"My. My, what have we here,"
Mr. Jordan explained what happened. "And those other boys will be in BIG
trouble for getting your pants so WET when we catch up with them."
Whew, what relief. He thinks the other
two boys did this to me. He continued, "maybe we can get the home
economics class to run those pants of yours in the dryer so we can get you back
to class?"
"Sure, that sounds good,
Principal Williams."
"Why don't you take them off over
in the adjoining bathroom and I'll take them to the Home EC. class and bring
you back a pair of gym shorts for you to wear, and then you can even return to
class."
"OK sir," I responded.
As I was in the bathroom taking off my
jeans I heard voices out in his office. I couldn't make out who it was when
suddenly the door opened and the principal asked me for my pants. I gave them
to him and he asked me to step back in his office.
"Josh, do I have the entire story
of what happened, correct?"
"Why, yes sir, that's the way it
happened, just like you said. It was the other two boys."
Just then Mrs. Alger stepped in.
"Oh I'm glad to see you made it
here OK, Josh. You seemed pretty upset having WET your pants in class.
"WHAT? You WET your pants
in class?????? You lied to me??????"
I just stood there in my wet briefs as
Principal Williams was yelling at me.
"Answer me, young man, did you
WET YOUR PANTS?????"
"Yes sir, I'm real sorry."
"Oh, you will be, Josh. I'm
calling your house and your parents can come take care of this mess. This is a
high school, not a daycare, and even most of those don't change diapers
anymore."
"OH Please, don't call my
house!" I pleaded. "Can't you just have my pants dried? Please don't
call."
"Oh no, we're past the chance to
help you out, Josh. Now your parents can take care of you."
He picked up the phone and asked his
secretary to get my mom on the phone. I couldn't hear what Mom was saying ,but
by the expression on his face he was enjoying what he was hearing.
"O.K., then you will be here to
pick up Josh, very good. We will have him already. Just come to my
office."
"Well Josh, your mother tells me
you have had this problem all summer long. You know that you can't continue at
this school wetting your pants."
I just stood there looking at him with
my head down.
"Your mother tells me that you
have worn diapers all summer, so when you come back here I do expect to see you
wearing them again so you will not be interrupting your studies, and the others
in your class, do you understand me Josh?!!!"
"Yes sir."
Mom was there almost before I had my
pants back on. Matter of fact, I was just buttoning them up.
"Oh Josh, what are we going to do
with you? It's a good thing you've got those pants back on, for they don't do
you much good."
"Hi, I'm Principal Williams, and
you must be Josh's mother?" He explained what had happened in more depth
to my mother and told her what he explained to me and they both agreed that my
wearing diapers would be best for all concerned. He then explained to me that
for lying to him I would have to report to his office and receive two swats for
a week and he assured me they would be extra hard so they get through the
diaper.
All the way home Mom kept tell me how
ashamed she was have to pickup her high school son for wetting his pants, what
was I thinking and after she had given me a break and not diapered me.
Wow, what had I done? It's not like I
had done it on purpose or anything. I tried to argue that after them keeping me
in diapers all summer it must of messed me up or something. She kind of agreed
with my thoughts but added that some precautions would have to be taken to
avoid any occurrence of my wetting at school. As soon as my dad came home that
night Mom just had to tell him what had happened. Of course he was none too
happy. He asked me if I was just a BIG baby or something. Matter of fact, he
was still kind of yelling when he diapered me that night for bed. The next
morning it was the same as usual, WET. I went down for breakfast and Mom just
looked at my wet diapers and said nothing, Mom came up to my room while I was
getting ready for school and I was expecting to be diapered.
"Well, I talked to your father,
and we decided not to diaper you if you think you can keep your pants DRY, but
if you have one more episode of pants wetting you will be in 24 hour diapers
again." A choice, or was it?
"Mom, really, I can choose?"
"Well, I told you that you could,
so what will it be ?"
"NO DIAPERS."
"O.K. then, Josh, here are your
underpants." She threw me my Batman Underoos. "Put 'em on and lets
get you to school."
"Thanks, Mom."
When I got to school the Principal was
waiting for me. I kind of tried to avoid him, hoping he wouldn't see me, but he
did and called me over.
"Josh, did you forget that we had
an appointment?"
"No, Mr. Williams, I knew."
"Then come along with me to my
office."
Once in his office he told he went
over to a cabinet and opened it to reveal a large wooden paddle.
"Now Josh, please bend over and
grasp your ankle with your hands."
I was shaking as I did.
"These swats will be harder than
normal so you will feel them through your diapers."
"But Mr. Williams, Mom said I
didn't have to wear diapers. Please don't hit me hard."
It was too late.
WHOP!!!!!!!!!!!
That one almost knocked me over.
WHOP!!!!!!!!!!!
I screamed out in pain.
"And one more, Josh."
WHOP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Now, what were you saying,
Josh?"
I was hurting so bad I couldn't even
speak, but as he looked at me he saw my pants were wet again. I hadn't even
realized I had wet them as I was engulfed in pain.
"Josh what the He-- is this? You
really don't have diapers on."
He came over and pulled down my pants
and stared in disbelief as he saw me standing in my Underoos. They might of
been Batman ones, but today I must of been Baby Robin.
"I'm sorry, Josh. I thought you
were just making excuses let me call your Mother so she can bring you some
clean clothes to wear."
"Oh please, don't do that, they
will make me wear diapers again Please don't call her!!!!!!"
"Josh, I can't send you to class
with your pants all wet."
He then sat at his desk and called Mom
again. I did hear him tell her that I wet my pants when he gave me the swats.
I sat there waiting for mom to arrive
probably for about 20 minutes or so when I heard my Dad voice coming from the
outer office. Oh NO, not Dad.
He came walking into the office where
I was.
"Josh, I knew we should have
dressed you properly for school today, but we thought maybe you could be a big
boy. Guess not!"
"But dad," I argued.
"If the principal hadn't spanked me so hard this wouldn't have
happened."
"Look, young man, you got the
swats for lying to Mr. Williams the other day, so if you can't take the
punishment of a man then you can wear the pants of a BABY!!!!!!"
"Do you have a place I can change
Josh?"
"Yes, use my office."
My dad grabbed me by the wrist and
pulled me to the floor. He pulled off my jeans and underpants all at once. He
then picked up the Attends he had set down when he entered the room and told me
to raise my butt as he slid them under me. He then reached back to the chair
and pulled out two baby diapers and slid them under my butt and pulled the
sides up tight and taped them in place. Dad then helped me to my feet and patted
me on the butt.
"Well Josh, there will be no
mistaking you for a big boy now. He gave me my jeans and I put them on, but
when I tried to get them over my diapers I found they wouldn't fit.
"Dad, I can't get my pants on!!
Oh gee."
"Guess you can just go without
any for today, Josh."
He saw me start to panic.
"Relax. Let me go to the car, I
brought some for you to wear. Didn't think you could get them over your
didees."
He went to the car and returned with
the shorts I had worn to Disneyland. I got them on but if I wasn't really
careful anyone could see my diaper sticking out from under them. He then handed
me my striped shirt and I was sent off to class.
Mr. Williams wrote me a note and sent
me off to home room which by now was almost over. I opened the door to the room
feeling very self-conscious, knowing if I moved wrong the kids would see my
diapers, but for sure just my bulging shorts would give that away. I walked in
front of the class and gave the teacher the note and she told me to take my seat
which luckily wasn't too far back in the room. As I sat down I heard some
snickering from around the room, but as too chicken to see where it was coming
from.
I got through home room and math
class, and then it was off to English where this had all began yesterday. As I
took me seat I heard one of the girls in a seat near mine say to another,
"See? I told he would have to be diapered to come back to class," as
they started to laugh. I just ignored them and turned bright red.
I made it to lunch without too much
problem other than having to pee real bad. I thought about using the restroom,
but after what happened yesterday I was afraid to. You can imagine what those
guys would do to a diaper boy if I got caught. I met Joey for the first time
since the start of school.
"Hey man, where were you
yesterday, Josh?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe me if I
told you, Joey."
"Josh, I hate to say it, but your
Mom really dresses you funny. Those shorts you are wearing makes it look like
your still wearing diapers, dude."
I stood there for a minute, not
knowing what to say.
"I know, Joey, she got real weird
tastes, you know."
While we ate lunch we compared our
class schedules and found we had only one class together this year, and that
was last period, gym. So as lunch ended we said good bye till then.
The next two class went by pretty
quickly as my diapers got much wetter. Even though I was trying not to drink
too much it just seemed to pass right though me. The bell rang and off to last
period gym. I was kind of worried about it as I never was to good at sports and
the guys also seemed to pick on me, especially after the rumors of my
bedwetting hit school (I still think my brother told everyone). I got to the
gym, and being only the second day no one had to dress for class yet. I took my
seat in the bleachers in the gym, but no matter how I sat you could see my
diapers poking out, not a whole lot, but any was too much. The coach introduced
himself and gave out a list of a stuff we needed for class by next Monday. He then
mentioned that anyone interested in substituting gym for a sport team needed to
raise their hand so he could get their names on a list. He first asked for
football and about 6 guys raised their hands and he got their names for the
team. Then it was basketball, gymnastics, and finally he got down to the
swimming team and myself, Joey and one other guy raised our hands for that. One
of the guys saw me and told everyone, "Josh should be pretty good as he
had heard I swam in bed every night." This started laughter throughout the
whole gym. As more and more of them turned around one of them spotted my
diaper.
"Look, Josh is wearing diapers.
Maybe you can swim in the BABY POOL."
"No, I don't think they allow
diapers in any of the pools."
I was so embarrassed I got up to leave
when two of them grabbed at me and pulled my shorts down to my knees. Well,
this took away any doubt of what I was wearing. I got my shorts back up and ran
out of the gym, and then headed for home. I don't know what I will do tomorrow when
I have to go back but I'll let you know.
Chapter 3
After running off the school grounds I
ended up in a park not too far from my house. I sat under a tree thinking of
the past events and just what to do about them. Knowing my parents, once they
had made up their minds to keep me in diapers there would be no use arguing
with them.
I was deep in thought when I heard my
name being called. I turned to see who its was.
"Joey, what are you doing
here?"
"I cut out early and figured you
might be here. Man, I was just kidding at lunch when I said it looked like you
were in diapers with those shorts of yours. You could have told me."
"Joey, I just couldn’t tell you
or anyone."
"How did it happen, Josh?"
"Well. I kind of wet my pants
this morning when Mr. Williams gave me a swat and he called my dad who brought
me diapers to wear."
"Man that's too much, sorry Josh.
Knowing your Dad he’ll never let you wear anything else."
"Thanks, Joey. Don’t you think I
know that."
"Sorry about those guys in gym class.
They're just a bunch of jerks. What’s ya gonna do, Josh?"
"I don’t know, Joey, I just don’t
know. I really want to run away and not go home, but where can I go with just
these stupid diapers and these shorts on?"
"Man, you don’t want to run away.
They would find you and then it would be worse."
"WORSE? Look at me, Joey, how
could it be worse?"
"You're right, Josh, but think
about it. Josh, I got to get home. Man, hope I see you in school tomorrow.
Don’t let those guys make it worse."
I watched Joey leave for home and I
stayed just thinking. What could I do? How can I take this stuff? Wearing
diapers at home was bad enough last summer, but now to school ? I just wished
it was a dream and I could wake up and it would all be gone.
It was getting late and I decided to
head off to home. Dad was already home from work. If he even went as pissed as
he was this morning. I went in and headed straight to my room, Mom was right
behind me.
"Josh, what happened? Your father
told me you peed your pants even before school started."
I told her what happened, hoping for
some sympathy, but NO way.
"Well Josh, maybe I should of
just diapered you this morning and then this would have been avoided. I
couldn’t disagree with her about that.
Mom left and a little while later my
brother came in.
"Wow Josh, you really got dad
pissed off now! He’s been out in the work shop all afternoon (dad used the
workshop to get away from us all) I heard what happened at school and gym
class. Boy, I’d sure hate to be you. What are you going to do tomorrow? You
know they will be waiting for you."
He left the room and left me with even
more to think about. If my brother knew about gym class it must be all over
school by now.
At dinner that night Dad hardly
acknowledged that I was there and it was pretty quiet overall. I went and did
my homework afterwards and started to watch some TV about 8:00. My dad looked
at me as I came into the room and he said, "I think its time for baby's to
be in bed. Josh, you better get going."
Boy, I knew I had better not argue
with that. I went upstairs and got undressed and cleaned up. The diaper he had
put on weighed a ton and smelled pretty bad. I put on my pajama bottoms and
went back down.
"Mom, I’m ready."
"What, Josh?"
"I’m ready, Mom."
"For what, Josh?"
"Mom, you know."
"Ask your mother nicely,
Josh," my Dad called out.
"Mom, please come diaper
me."
That's better, young man," he
said.
Mom got up and followed me to my room.
She got out the cloth diapers and laid them out on the bed and told me to lie
on them. She powdered me and pinned them on tightly as usual. Then she put my
plastic pants on and told me to get to sleep as she patted me on the butt. I
heard my parents talking from downstairs about buying my smallest sister a new
bed this week to replace her youth bed as she had outgrown it at her age..
A strange thing has started to happen
recently and again it did that night as I was put to bed so early I wasn’t
really sleepy, so I just laid there and started to rub myself. The feeling of
those slippery plastic pants and the plastic sheet under the regular sheet made
me feel real strange, but a good, kind of strange. It happened a few times, but
sometimes stuff would squirt out. It kind of scared me at first but it felt
soooo.... gooood.
Again
I awoke the next morning very wet and Mom came in to check on me and told me
she would change me after breakfast. After we ate she went back up to my room
and undid my diapers and I went to take a shower. I rinsed and dried off not
wanting to go back to the room. She was there with my waiting diaper there on
the bed.
"You know the routine, Josh. No
choices this morning. Get up here."
I didn’t want to be diapered but I
also knew that I had no choice. She fastened the waiting diapers snugly to my
waist with the three tapes. And this one as like the one from yesterday had the
baby diaper insert which made it really thick. Again I had little choice of
what to wear as none of my pants would go up over such thick diapers. Mom
handed me a pair of sweat pants that I pulled up over the diaper, but looking
in the mirror they took away any doubt that I was wearing a diaper ( that's the
problem with sweats). My other choice was those shorts I was wearing yesterday.
NO way! Mom then helped me find a shirt and thankfully it was kind of long so
it helped hide my diaper shame.
So here it was, just my third day back
in school and so much has happened so far. I went right to Mr. Williams office
where he was waiting for me.
"Josh, I'm glad you came here
today and I didn’t have to find you. Looks like your parents liked the
diapering option (as he looked over my sweat pants). O.K. You know what I want
from yesterday and at least if you piss your pants again no one will
know."
With that I grabbed my ankles and
again three really hard swats. The noise from the paddle against all that
plastic was really loud but he would never know if I wet or not. He did seem
quite proud that he was able to make me wet yesterday.
Then it was off to class. Believe me,
I wasn’t ready for this experience. Everybody looked at me in home room. As I
entered I did hear some whispering but I think it was comments about what
happened yesterday. I made it to lunch and met up with Joey. He seemed a bit
standoffish, but who could blame him. Seen with me he was hang’n with a diaper
boy. He seemed to relax a bit after awhile, but I noticed a lot of kids in the
lunch room pointing our way. I could almost bet every kid in school knew what
happened yesterday.
Last period bell rang and it was off
to the gym. I dreaded this all day. Yesterday was one of my worst nightmares,
but since the beginning of summer there has been a lot of them. I went in and
went into the gym where ¾ of the guys were in their gym shorts and tee shirts.
The coach was asking those of us who weren't dressed in our uniforms what was
up? He got to me and I told him my parents hadn’t gotten them yet as I was
still hoping to be on the swim team.
Then one of the guys told the couch,
“make him work out in his diapers. We’ve all seen him waddle in them already”
Another added, "please don’t let
him on the swim team he’ll pee the pool.”
The coach ignored the others and said
he had set up an interview with the swimming coach and me, and the other two,
including Joey, would talk to him in the next day or so, but he expected us to
join in on the regular gym class until then so we better get our gym stuff.
Whew! I escaped much better than even
I had hoped for and when I got home Mom changed me first thing, knowing that my
diapers would be soaked (they were). As she was changing me she mentioned that
I was getting kind of red down there-- looked like diaper rash-- and that we
would have to figure out how I could change during the day, but for now she
would get some diaper rash ointment.
The rest of the week went fairly well
and I was able to put off the coach about dressing for gym class. The swim
coach talked to us all on Thursday, and since there wasn’t a large turnout for
his team we were all accepted, so he rearranged a few of our class as swimming
was just before lunch. I told Mom and Dad about this and Mom said it would be
perfect as I could change after swimming. All Dad said was, "won’t they
make him swim in diapers like the little pee pants he is?" Guess he was
still pretty mad.
Well, I’ve made it through my first
week of school. Hope yours was better. But my last period bell has just rung so
off to home I go.
"Josh is going to come over
tomorrow." Glad after all of this he still will be seen with me. Its quite
a long walk to my house, and Mom is right. My diaper rash by the end of the day
really hurts. I’ll be glad when swimming practice starts early next week so I
can change during the day.
As I turned the corner towards my
house I saw my Dad truck in the driveway along with a truck from a furniture
company. Looks like they are delivering a bed. Oh, I remember, they were going
to get my sister a new one since her is pretty old and she outgrown it anyway.
As I get closer, yup, that what it is. Looks like her new one has that sissy
canopy and everything. As I entered the garage my dad and the mover guys were
in there. MAN, what's my bed doing out here?
I’m sorry, sir, we can’t take this
one. It's much too stained. Maybe you can haul it off to the dump," the
furniture guys told my Dad.
I saw in the truck that my sister's
old bed has already been loaded up. Maybe I’m getting a new bed also? By the
look on my dad’s face I for sure wasn’t going to ask him. I went straight into
the house. I went up to my room and my brother was there straightening up the
room. He even moved his desk where my bed was. I asked, "what’s going
on?"
"You had better ask Mom or
Dad," he told me.
"MOM!" I called out. When I
looked in the open closet door all my clothes were gone! Mom came in.
"Mom, what happened to my bed and
all my clothes?"
"Come with me, Josh, and I’ll
show you."
We walked passed my sisters' room and
her bed was all set up now and the furniture guys were about to leave. My dad
signed some papers and off they went. He joined us on or way to my Mom’s sewing
room. She opened the door and said, "Josh this will be your new room. Your
brother is tired of having the smell of your wet stuff in his room, so I am
giving up my sewing room so we can separate you both."
We walked in and I was in shock. This
room was used as a nursery when we were all small and it was again, only the
stuff was bigger. Dad kind of pushed me in a bit further.
"Josh, I made you a bed which we
though would be much more fitting for someone of your age who still bed
wets."
"But Dad, it's a CRIB," I
said as soon as I could talk again while I was choking back the tears.
"That's right, Josh, a crib for a
BIG BABY."
I kind of looked toward Mom and she
just had a big smile on her face. I looked around the room and there were
shelves with stacks of diapers, mostly cloth and some attends. Then I saw the
plastic see-through bin that contained my plastic pants. Man, this is just
awful.
Then I noticed that the closet had a
small lock on it.
"What’s that for?" I asked.
Mom explained, "Josh, since you
seem to have such a hard time with staying dry and your father told us about
your not taking your punishment like a boy your age should, we decided to help
you and take away some of your stress by making some decisions for you like
what you will wear."
"What?"
"From now on we will pick out
what clothes you will wear and we will dress you like we see fit."
"Mom ! Dad ! This isn’t
fair!!!!!"
"NO, Josh, what isn’t fair is all
the extra work your babyish behavior is causing us. Now I think you should
thank your father for all the work he has done in getting your room ready! Now,
Josh!!!"
"Thanks, Dad."
Mom told me to get my school clothes
off and climb up on the crib. I slowly got my clothes off, which she didn’t
seem to mind, but had a hard time getting myself to climb up in the crib. One
slap across my bare butt was all the encouragement I needed, especially after a
week of swats and only the ones on Monday to look forward to. I got up and lay
back as Mom cleaned me up.
"Josh, that rash doesn’t look too
good. Maybe those disposables are irritating you (yeah, they were in more ways
than she had meant) We better try cloth this weekend and see if we can get it
to go away. She went over to the shelves and gathered up what she needed and
returned to the crib.
"Lift up, Josh," and she
slid the thick cloth under me. She put ointment on the rash and put lots of
powder on me, which actually felt good. Then she pulled the diapers very tight
and pinned them. She then went over and pulled a pair of plastic pants from the
bin and had me raise up as she snapped them over the diapers. She told me to
roll over and she patted my padded butt and told me to take a nap until dinner
as she raised the rail to my new BED......She closed the door to my room and
left.
I rolled back over and looked up at
the rails. They were almost up to the ceiling and the release for them was down
at floor level after studying the crib for a few moments. Wow, I couldn’t get
out of here if I wanted to. It was like baby jail.
I rolled back over and noticed how the
mattress felt I pulled back the sheet away and saw it was like a crib mattress
made of plastic, not as noisy as my previous plastic sheet which had always
embarrassed me by someone maybe sitting on my bed and hearing it and then having
to explain why it was there. But of course with my new bed I’m sure they would
know (wish I had my old bed back with its plastic sheet).
That feeling returned again and I
began to rub myself, plastic pants against that mattress was wonderful and then
with those thick cloth diapers I exploded in minutes. I fell asleep in nothing
flat in hopes to find that it was all a dream, was it? Is it? What has
happened?
Chapter 4
"Josh, Josh, wake up,
sleepyhead."
"MOM?"
"Yes, Josh, it’s just about time
for dinner."
She reached down to let the side of my
new crib down. At that moment I felt so secure. I’m not sure what it was, but
somehow sleeping in my new crib gave me a real feeling of infantile security. I
don’t know why, but for some reason it felt good.
"Let check those diapers of
yours, Josh," Mom said as she stuck her finger down the waistband of my
plastic pants. "Oh, a little damp. I’m sure you will be O.K. until after
dinner."
She helped me down out of the crib and
we went downstairs to the dining room. We ate dinner as normal, only all I was
wearing was my T-shirt and those thick diapers and baby pants. My Dad even
seemed quite content with my babification with his help, of course. At least I
knew now what he was doing in his shop for so many days.
After dinner my sister went to help
Mom with the dishes and my brother and I went to play some Nintendo games. Dad
came in about 7:30 and announced that it was bed time for babies. That left no
doubt whom he was talking about.
"But Dad, it's so early, couldn’t
I stay up just a little while longer?"
"Josh, get up to the nursery
NOW!!!"
Up I went. Even I knew better than to
mess with Dad when he was like that.
Up to my room I headed with dad right
behind me. Once in my new nursery he told me to hop up in the crib and he
pulled down my plastic pants and went about changing me out of those very wet
diapers and into my soft dry cloth diapers. He didn’t change me too often, so
it took some getting used to when he did. As he was powdering me I started to get
hard, which he noticed right away.
"It looks like you might enjoy
this, Josh."
"Dad, I can’t help it, no, I
really wish I didn’t have to wear diapers."
He finished me off with snap-on
plastic pants and then pulled the rails up on the crib with a look of content
on his face as he had made this inescapable crib for his big baby boy.
"Night night, Josh, sleep
dry."
"Night, Dad."
I noticed that there was a low glow
from my old Mickey Mouse night light that I had used when I was in the nursery
the first time (till I was about 3 or 4). This crib was at least bigger than
that one from the condo last summer it must be like a twin size bed. As I lay
there trying to fall asleep all the things that had happened this week just
kept going through my mind.
Next thing I knew I was being awakened
by Mom again. I could see by the sunshine it was morning.
Morning Josh," she said as she
let the sides of the crib down. "Sleep good?" she asked as she once
again checked to see how wet I was. "Kind of WET there young’en."
"Sorry, Mom."
"Oh, you don’t have to be sorry,
but you will remain in diapers until you can stay dry, and that looks like it
could be some time."
She started to remove my diaper after
she had slid a waterproof pad under me. After the last pin was removed she told
me to go take a shower and use the bathroom if I needed to.
After I got cleaned up I met her back
in the nursery and she had my clean diapers all laid out. Again they were
cloth, which really felt better than those Attends, and being a weekend, who
would know? She pinned them on and used some snap-on plastic pants, which she
slipped under me and snapped over my thick diapers.
"I really hope these cloth
diapers will get rid of that rash, Josh."
We went down to eat breakfast again
just wearing a T-shirt as nothing I had would go over those cloth diapers other
than my pajamas. We finished and I went to watch some Saturday morning cartoons
with my sisters. Mom came in about an hour latter and told me that we were
going to go shopping.
"SHOPPING! But Mom, I don’t have
anything to wear and I can’t go out in these diapers."
My sister seemed to enjoy watching
there older brother stroke out.
"Why do I have to go, Mom?"
"Well, Josh, we are going to shop
for some clothes for you to wear. You know all your big boy clothes won’t fit
anymore. Now lets get you ready, young man!"
"O.K. Mom. I headed up to the
nursery and mom followed. She unlocked my closet and it was almost empty.
"Mom, where are all my
clothes?"
"Josh, we gave them away to
charity as we knew that they wouldn’t fit you anymore and figured by the time
your out of diapers this time you would of out grown them anyway."
This really bummed me as I really had
some kewl stuff, but what could I say? They wouldn’t fit me as long as I wore
diapers.
She gave me some shoes and socks and
the pair of sweats I had on yesterday. She had to help me pull them up over my
diapers and I’m sure they could rip at any second.
"Josh, we will get you some pants
at the first stop."
With that we headed for the car. Of
course my sister had to comment.
“Nice sweats, Josh,” they said in
laughter and I’m sure I was quite a sight.
We got to an outlet mall not too far
from our house and Mom knew exactly where she was headed to. We pulled up in
front of the OshKosh super store.
"Mom, what are we stopping here
for? All they have is baby clothes."
"Let's go take a look. You always
liked your overalls when you were a toddler, and now that your just a big
toddler maybe we can find something to fit you."
In we went as I could barely walk with
those tight sweats, kind of waiting for them to rip at any second. When we
entered the store all the sales girls were starring at us we walked around the
infant stuff, and Mom picked up little sizes saying how cute they would be if only
in my size. One of the girls walked over to us and asked if she could help.
"Yes, do you have any overalls
that could fit my son here?"
She did a close-up once-over and
seemed to stop when she got to the diaper bulge.
"Well, we have some larger sizes
for boys over here, but I’m not sure they will fit. But we do have a dressing
room back in the corner. She led us over to the boys section and Mom loved what
she saw. They had some regular blue-jean types, but they also had a few in
printed corduroy material. They had race cars on them. She picked out one of
the larger sizes and told me to go to the dressing room to try them on. I went
into the room and tried to get my sweats off. As hard as I tried I couldn't get
them over my diapers. I must of been in there for some time as soon I heard Mom
calling for me to see if anything was wrong. I heard her ask the sales lady if
she could come in a help me.
"Oh, for sure, you can help your
son."
Mom opened the door on the dressing
room without even knocking and caught me struggling with those sweat pants.
"Here, Josh, let me help
you."
And with a couple expert yanks off the
sweats came. She then helped me on with the overalls which, once the sides were
buttoned, were very roomy. She stood back and asked me how I liked them.
"Well, they fit good, but I can’t
wear them. They are too babyish, Mom." Guess I must have said the right
word-- “BABY.”
"Now Josh, I think those look
just adorable on you ,and they do fit well over your diapers."
"Aw, Mom."
"Josh, why don’t you wear these
'til we find you something else. At least they fit better than those sweat
pants do. Let me get a shirt that goes better with them."
She returned a few minutes with a blue
T-shirt that had an Oshkosh emblem on them, which was kind of kewl, but once it
was on no one could even see it under my bibs. On the way out Mom picked out
several more pair of overall and much to my delight even some plain denim ones.
We went over to the sales counter and the girls commented how cute my overalls
were as one of them was ringing up the sales. The tag for the T-shirt was
hanging out the back of my shirt and Mom kind of spun me around so she could
bar code it. Then one took me closer to the cashier and she reached down by my
waist to bar code the one on the overall. I’m sure she knew then about my
diapers. She told me those overalls are real cute and told my Mom that they
would be getting more, in the next few weeks.
We left and headed off to our next
stop. Oh no, it was Target! All my friends are always talking about shopping
there with their moms.
"Please Mom, not here. Someone
will see me."
"Oh Josh, don’t be a baby,"
she said with a smirk. "You have your new overalls on, so no one will see
your diapers better than those sweats, or would you like those back?"
We
went in, seemed lots of kids were looking as I’m sure everyone knew I was
wearing diapers and those overalls looked more for a toddler than a 14 year
old, sorry, 14 3/4. We went to the boys department where Mom found some
big-sized corduroy cargo pants that were pretty cool, so she sent me in to try
them on. Maybe if they fit I could wear them home I thought. She told me to
come out after I got them on so she could check them for fit. I got those
overalls off pretty quickly and in no time had the cargo pants on. Fit pretty
well, I thought. A look in the mirror confirmed they even kind of hid those
diapers so the disposables should be no problem.
"Mom," I called out. She
came over and looked them over and pulled at the crotch as moms will do to
satisfy her that they fit well.
"Josh, it looks like you have
some new pants. Please put your overalls back on and I’ll be over there
pointing to the far side of the boys department.
"Mom, can’t I wear these pants
instead?"
No, Josh, we can’t do that here, I’m
sorry. Just put your overalls back on!"
I headed back to change and after I
did went to find my mom. I found her with an armload of stuff as she was
walking around.
"Hi, Josh, come over here. Your
straps are twisted, guess I do have to dress you."
She unbuckled my strap and
straightened it out, then patted me on the butt just like a mom would do with a
little kid.
"Mom someone will see you, stop
it."
"Josh, come over here. I what to
check your size."
We walked over to a rack of pajamas,
and to my amazement, she picked out a pair of footed sleepers in my size that
had dinosaurs on them. OH NO! Why would a store have those for big kids? But
there they were, and several colors also. She held a pair up to me.
"Looks like they will fit just
fine, Josh. Maybe you should try them on."
"What? In the store? No way,
Mom."
"Well, we want to make sure they
will fit before we buy them."
She headed me back to the dressing
room and handed me the sleeper on my way in. Again she told me to come out
after putting them on. I took my time putting these on but had no trouble as
they, like small-kids size, had a zipper down one leg and I had no trouble
zipping them up past my diapers. I had to admit they were really soft and felt
good over my plastic pants, but that's another story. Now I had to go out a
show Mom as I knew she was waiting. I walked out trying to hear if someone else
was in the dressing room.
"Mom," I kind of whispered
once out. I didn’t see her at first as she was sitting on a bench off to the side.
"Josh, come over here and let me
see. I went over to her all the time looking around.
"Josh, don’t be so nervous, those
are really cute."
As she was examining them I saw a kid
from school coming this way with his mom.
"Mom, let me go change, please."
"OK, Josh, they fit fine,"
she said as I almost sprinted into the dressing room. I heard the other kid
enter another room and Mom called to me that she would be over picking out a
few other sleepers and to meet her there when I was done.
I was done all right. I got changed
quickly and tried to get out before he was done, but it takes time to get
overalls on so as I was leaving he was right behind me.
“Nice Overalls, Joshy.” I didn’t even
turn around, just left.
I caught up with Mom who had picked up
a few other pairs and we next headed over to the baby department. She picked up
some powder and some more Pampers, to put inside my disposables, I guess, and
then we were off the check out.
We had all the stuff up at the
checkout and the kid from school was over at another pointing at me to his mom,
and the checker was really looking me over as he was ringing everything up. He
asked Mom if she found everything OK and she told he she was delighted at what
she had found.
We headed off for the car and Mom asked
me if I was very wet. I told her no, but when she had everything loaded in the
car she unsnapped the side snaps of my overall and stuck her finger under the
plastic pant to find one very wet diaper.
"Josh, you told me you were
dry."
"Mom, I thought I was." It
even surprised me I had must of wet several times and didn’t even realize it.
What was happening? Am I losing all control? Am I turning into a toddler?
"Well, you will just have to wait
'til we get home and then I’ll change your pants, Josh. I can’t believe you wet
yourself and didn’t know."
We pulled back into the driveway and I
helped Mom unload the car. My sisters were home and both commented on how cute
my overalls were.
We had lunch and then Mom took me up
to my new room and changed my very wet diapers. It really felt good to have
them changed, for the dry ones were like heaven. After she was done she raised
the rail of the crib and told me to take a nap and to try to stay dry. She left
the room and as I lay there trying to fall asleep. I suddenly remembered Joey.
That’s right, he is supposed to be here this afternoon. Maybe Mom won’t leave
me here to long. Just as I was drifting off to sleep I heard the door bell
ring. A couple of minutes latter I heard Dad and Joey talking.
"Come with me, Joey, I'll take
you up to Josh’s new room."
Oh sh--, he’s bringing my best friend
up to the nursery and he will see me in my new crib. No, dad wouldn’t do that?
Or would he?
Chapter 5
"No Joey, Josh's room is down
here now," I heard my Dad telling him as they were coming down the hall. I
then heard the door open as I looked through the rails of my new crib to see
the shocked look on my best friend's face. I couldn’t imagine what was going
through his mind at that time.
Dad left the room and Joey just stared
at me.
"Well aren’t you gonna say
something, Joey?"
"Josh, what happened?"
I explained what had happened which he
knew most of it from school.
"Man, Josh, I guess you were
right, your parents aren’t messing around. This stuff looks kind of permanent
to me. I’ve never seen such a big crib and it looks like all you got to wear is
diapers."
I told him about our shopping trip as
I heard my Mom coming down the hall.
“Well, hello Joey,” my mother greeted
him. "How do you like Josh’s new room?"
"I guess it's OK," Joey told
her.
"Well Joey, it’s Josh’s nap time.
Maybe you could come back around 2:00 or so and you two could play."
"Yeah, I can come back
then."
Joey turned to leave.
"Bye Josh."
Mom came in a little before 2:00 and
got me up, she checked my diapers and found them a little damp so she went to
the closet and opened it up and got me a T-shirt out. Putting that on, she told
me to stay in the crib while she went to her room and came back with the
Oshkosh shortalls she had purchased earlier that day. I started to get out of
the crib to put them on and she told me to get back in. She then unsnapped the
crotch and slipped them over my head.
"See, Josh, I modified them
during your nap so we can dress you easier."
She then had me lie down and lift up
as she slid them over my diapers and then reached between my legs and snapped
the crotch closed.
"There, all secure."
She then got me a pair of socks and my
white high top tennis shoes and helped me on with them.
"There, hop down, little fellow,"
she told me. She told me to look in the mirror, and to my surprise I really
looked like a big toddler.
I heard Joey’s voice downstairs and
mom told me to go play. I went downstairs and again Joey just stared.
“Wow Josh, you look like your wearing
my little brother's clothes.”
"Thanks, Joey. I know they look
like little kids' clothes, but it's all my Mom will let me wear, but its better
than just having diapers and a t shirt."
We played computer games most of the
afternoon in the den when about 5:00 Mom came in with a clean diaper and some
plastic pants.
"Josh, are your pants wet?"
"Well, uh, uh, a little,
mom."
"Josh, we can’t get rid of that
rash if you don’t let us know when you’ve wet your diapers."
"But Mom, they're not that wet,
can’t I change later?"
“Let me check, Josh,” she said as she
headed my way with her arm load of stuff. She set them down on the couch in the
den and then unsnapped the side of my shortalls. Then she reached her finger in
the front of my plastic pants, but not to my surprise found a fairly wet
diaper.
"Josh, I think we better get you
into some dry pants right away," she said as she told me to sit on the
floor. I just looked at Joey standing there.
“Mom, please not in front of Joey.”
"Oh Josh, you two are in swimming
together. I’m sure you two have seen each other, this isn’t any
different."
Joey looked kind of uncomfortable just
standing there. As Mom pushed me on my back and unsnapped the snaps in my
crotch she pulled the legs of my shortall over my waist. She then removed my
diaper pins and pulled my baby pants and diapers off together and left me there
naked. As she cleaned me up with the wipes she slipped another thick cloth
diaper under me. Joey handed her the powder which she used a lot of and rubbed
it in good on my rash. Then he gave her some pins and before I knew it she had
my diaper pinned on tightly again.
"Joey, could you give me Josh’s
plastic pants? Thanks, you seem to know all about this," Mom told him. But
we knew why he did as he also was a bed wetter and wore diapers at night.
Mom then snapped the crotch back up
and with a pat on the butt I was in dry diapers again.
We played for about another hour and
then Joey went home. Mom and Dad did keep me in cloth diapers all weekend and
the rash seemed to be getting better but the end of the weekend. As I went to
bed Sunday night it was hard to sleep wondering what a new school week might
bring?
Next thing I remember was the sound of
my crib rail being let down.
"Wake up Josh. Come on,
sleepyhead, time to get up. Wow, you must have really wet your diapers last
night. Why, the front of your sleepers are even wet."
Looking down I was amazed why they
were wet I overflowed my diapers.
"Let's get you out of those wet
things," Mom said as she helped me to my feet. She then unzipped my
sleeper and told me to go take a shower. After I was cleaned up I went back
into my room where she was waiting for me with an Attends in her hand. She had
me jump up into my crib, and once lying back she looked over my rash.
"Well, Josh, it's almost gone,
but still kind of red."
She put ointment on it then slipped
the disposable diaper under me and sprinkled lots of powder on me. She then had
me sit up and put a striped T-shirt on and then had me step into my denim
overalls. They seemed really big. I’m sure cloth diapers would ft just fine and
I’m sure that's why she got them that big. She pulled the overalls up and put
white high top tennis shoes on my feet.
She then had me jump down and buckled
my overalls back up and sent me off to breakfast. The disposables seems to be
much louder than the cloth were this weekend but I was glad to be able to wear
them.
After breakfast it was off to school
and a look in the mirror on the way out, I wasn’t so bad. I walked into
homeroom and again everyone looked. I’m sure after the last few weeks just to
see what I might be up to. Nobody really bothered me that morning and it was
off to swimming practice and then lunch.
I got to the gym and went in to change
I got the overalls off OK then slipped the diaper off. It was quite wet but not
leaking. I then slipped on my red Speedo and went to take a shower. It really
felt good as my rash still hurt a bit. One of the guys saw my rash and it
started:
“LOOK Josh has diaper rash!”
“Man he can’t swim with us. He should
be wearing little swimmers, not Speedos.”
The coach hearing all the commotion
came out to see what was going on.
"Come on, guys, you can’t catch a
rash like that," as he looked me over. "Now let's get to the pool for
a real workout."
We did our practice laps and had a
great time. Soon no one even bothered me as I must have surprised them with my
swimming. I must say I am faster than almost all of them.
After practice I got to talking to a
few guys but after we showered and I went to get dressed they all kind of
stayed away and as I put my clean Attends on. I could once again hear laughter
form all over the gym, only Joey would come talk to me.
Well, the rest of the week has been
pretty much a routine, but I do get put to bed really early, about 7:00 or 7:30
at the latest. Maybe eventually my parents will ease up, but not much I can do
until they do. They still dress me as they want as they keep my closet locked
up.
Wow, I can’t believe it's October
already. My birthday is next week the 9th. I wonder what I might get
or maybe I shouldn’t. Never thought I would be wearing diapers on my 15th
birthday, much less sleeping in a crib.
Well dudes I’ll let you know what
happens for my birthday and maybe some of you can send me E mail birthday.
Chapter 6
Hi again guys, here it is another
whole week has passed and tomorrow is my birthday. It kind of sucks that it’s
on a Monday but if that's the worst I can deal with it. I know I have to go to
school and all, but my real friends still hang with me and the ones who don’t,
I guess they were not my friends after all.
It’s Sunday morning and I got some
computer time so I have been searching the web because my friend Joey told me
if I did a search for Bedwetting it might surprise me what might come up. Wow,
he sure was right. I even have found a few that have about teens like myself
who wet the bed still and some even still wear diapers like myself. Then during
my search I found a site where the guy actually liked to wear diapers? I wonder
if he started like me having to and now, I kind of like to at least at night?
Well, I’ll have to read his history next time I can get some Internet time when
mom and dad aren’t around.
Mom told me this morning since my
birthday is on Monday this year she was having the relatives over today for a
bar-be-cue this afternoon to celebrate, I really hate to think about my cousins
and grandparents coming over. I know ma has told them all about my wetting for
I have heard her on the phone but to see them with me back in diapers, Man I
just don’t want to think about it.
The morning has just zipped by and
here it is lunch time. All morning all I’ve been allowed to wear is my diapers
and a “T” shirt and tennis shoes. Mom told me when I asked for some shorts or
pants to wear that wearing diapers is to keep me aware of my bedwetting so I
would stop.
I fell asleep in the family room and
was awakened by the door bell about 2:00.
"Oh man they're here already,
Mom. Mom where are my clothes?" I yelled in panic.
"Oh Josh, just calm down.
Everybody except your cousin Billy has seen you in diapers before so don’t
worry."
Don’t worry? I didn’t have much time
to act as she swung open the front door as I was still standing there only feet
away. My grandparents entered first and Grandma just smiled.
"Josh, you look sooo cute,"
as she pinched my cheek ( I hate that). Grandpa just stared and just said Hi.
By now my sisters had joined us and my brother was on his way. I started to
sneak away but Mom grabbed a hold of my hand and held me firmly. Next my aunt
and her two oldest daughters (both older than I) entered. My aunt looked at me
and said, "Josh, it's been years since I’ve seen you in diapers." My
two cousins looked over and snickered at my sight. Then my uncle and my two
younger cousins came in (both boys). As they looked my way they seemed to try
to go the other way but my uncle prodded them towards me.
"Josh, what happening?"
Billy said.
I looked and said, "not
much."
"Oh really," Mom said,
staring at me.
"Josh, take Billy and Bobby up
and show them your new room."
"Mom !!!!!"
"You better do it now or we will
all come up right now."
I turned hesitantly to go upstairs and
my cousins followed.
"Wow Josh, mom told us you would
be in diapers, but they're so big. What kind are they?"
I didn’t feel like talking about them
but I did.
"They're cloth diapers and
plastic pants."
"Really, I’ve never seen those
before but I heard mom saying its what our oldest sister wore when she was a
baby."
I opened the door to my room and both
their mouths dropped open. They just stood there for a few minutes and then
came in.
"Wow, Josh, it’s a babies room,
you really sleep in the crib? Are those all your diapers ? Are those plastic
pants?"
They just fired one question after
another.
"Yea guys, this is my bedroom and
I do have to sleep in the crib 'cause Mom and Dad got rid of my other
bed."
We played with some of my toys stuffed
animals and blocks and stuff for awhile and then went back down stairs.
Mom looked at my cousins. “Well boys,
how do you like Josh’s room?"
"Man, I’ve never seen such a big
crib before. It’s a big nursery."
By now she had the attention of my two
older cousins.
"Josh, you even have a
crib?" they asked. Mom just looked at me as I answered them. Now they,
too, wanted to see my NEW room again I opened the door and they to just stared
kind of in disbelief. They called out to my aunt.
"Look, Josh really does have a
nursery."
They took their time looking at
everything and commenting about almost everything and when mom opened the
closet they went nuts over the babyish styled cloths that hung there.
By now all the Men (uncle, Dad, Gramps
and even my brother) were out starting the bar-be-cue. I wanted to go out but
Mom told me little boys shouldn’t be outside with the men. I really just wanted
to get away form all those girls before they noticed that my diapers were in
need of a change.
"Josh come over here." (Oh,
too late)
I went over to where my Mom was
sitting as se pulled the front of my plastic pants down to check my diaper.
"I thought I told you to let me
know when your pants were wet, young man ! You don’t want to get that nasty
rash back, do you? Well, do you?
"No, mom."
She then caught me off guard when she
turned to my aunt and asked if she would like to change my diapers. Mom, please
not her.
"Oh Josh, don’t be a brat. Why, I
changed you plenty of times when you were a baby. I don’t think one time now
should hurt anything."
She then grabbed my hand and we headed
for the stairs.
"Mom, Mom, can we help?" my older
cousins asked.
"Oh sure, I’m sure I will need
some help."
I looked at Mom for help but she just
gave me that smile.
We all got up to my room and my aunt
helped me into the crib. There was already a changing pad on top so she slid my
plastic pants off and then unpinned my diaper. I almost started to cry as she
was changing me as my two cousins just stood and watched. She asked one of them
to get the powder and a new set of diapers and she was using baby wipes to
clean me up. Handing the new diapers to my aunt she had me lift up as she slid
the new stack under me. She then had the girls come closer as she showed them
how to sprinkle the powder and rub it in. Even as embarrassed and mad as I was
that my Mom would let her change me when she rubbed in the powder I sprang to
attention. My cousins seemed surprised.
"Don’t worry, girls, boys do this
kind of thing when they get their diapers changed, especially when their as old
as Josh."
She then pulled the diaper snug and
pinned it in place. She then had me raise up again and placed my snap-on pants
under me. I really hated these kind as they seemed real babyish. She snapped
them in place and then had me sit-up in the crib. My cousin handed her a
T-shirt and a pair of shorts and they helped me on with both and then had me
stand up as they thought they were so cute as the shorts barely covered my
diapers and even stuck out around the waist and leg openings.
We went back down stairs and everyone
was heading for the dining room. Dad stopped me and said they had a birthday
present for me. I looked over at the stack of presents and wondered which one.
He then told me I had to cover my eyes
as he tied a blindfold over my head and then lead me by the hand. Everything
was so quiet, I wasn’t sure where he was taking me. He then had me sit down at
what seemed to be one of the bar stools but he then placed something in front
of me and I heard a loud click sound.
"Dad, can I take the blindfold
off?"
"Go ahead, Josh, you can remove
it."
As I did I realized that I was in an
oversized highchair and with the tray in place and the strap between my legs I
was trapped.
"How you like your dad’s handy
work, Josh?" my Mom asked I just sat there in front of all my relatives
stunned. My grandma brought an arm load of presents and placed one on the tray.
"Open it, Josh, I think you will
be needing it soon."
It was from my grandparents and it was
wrapped in little kids' wrapping paper as were all my presents. As I ripped it
open I realized it was a bib and it had little farm animals all over it. She
came over and shook it open and tied it around my neck.
"There you go, Josh," she
said. "Now you don’t even have to worry about spilling anything on
yourself."
"Let me down! Let me down, I
don’t wana be up here. Please Mom let me outta here."
"JOSH, stop it. All the whining
in the world will not help. Your father has spent an awful lot of time make you
this highchair. NOW stop acting like a BABY, Joshua."
Oops maybe I’d went too far, for Mom
never calls me that unless I’m in real trouble. She then put a plate of food on
the tray and gave me just a spoon to eat with.
Everyone just stared to see what I
would do but I figured Mom was mad enough so I just sat there and ate my dinner
(like I had a choice I really could not get out of that chair.)
After I was done with dinner I got to
sit there and open the rest of my presents, I got a couple pairs on nursery
print plastic pants from my aunt and uncle, a onesie from my grandparents, and
a T shirt from my brother that said “I’M the little brother.”
Then Mom brought a BIG cake,
chocolate, my favorite. She lit the three candles and set it on the tray of the
highchair and I blew out the candles then se served everyone and gave me a
piece on a plate without a fork. I asked her for one but she told me to use my
fingers and then she gave me a glass of milk in one of those toddler cups, I
was quite a mess when I was through but she wiped me clean expertly.
A few hours later everyone left for
home and on their way out my two older cousins offered my mother baby-sitting
service if she ever needed any. I had always thought I would enjoy my teen
birthdays, but I could of never predicted this one. I’m sure I will never
forget it though. I guess now my baby treatment is complete. My parents have me
in full time diapers, I sleep in a crib and I’m sure I’ll be eating in my
highchair from now on. What else?
Well Monday finally got here and I ran
into Joey on my way to school. He wanted to know how my birthday was and I told
him. He couldn’t believe that I now have a highchair, why would any parent do
this?
Last week has past fairly quickly, the
only thing unusually was I saw Joey’s mom over at our house a few times but she
was always on her way home when I got there. Mom didn’t say anything so I
really haven’t thought to much about it. Dad is going out of town this weekend
hunting with his friends and my brother.
Well Friday is finally come as I got
home Dad and my brother were on their way out for the weekend hunting trip.
"Bye Josh, be a good little boy
for your mother and do as she tells you."
"Bye Dad."
Mom was just finishing up changing my
diapers as the front door bell rang, it was Joey’s mom and Joey was with her.
She asked my mom if Joey could stay with us for a little while as Joey’s dad
was hurt in a construction accident and she was on the way to the hospital to
see him and Joey was to young too go see him also.
"Oh, of course he can stay, and
don’t worry about a thing. Good I’ll be back in a few hours."
Here I was running around just in by now
weekend routine of cloth diapers and plastic pants and these were the nursery
print ones I got for my birthday last weekend.
"Hi Joey."
"Hi Josh."
"Don’t worry, I’m sure your dad
will be OK."
"Yea, I hope so."
I got Joey involved in my flight simulator
game and before we knew it dinner was about to be served.
"OK Josh, hop up into your
highchair."
It was then that I had realized that
Joey had not seen my new chair but I had told him about it. Mom fastened the
tray in place and tied a bib around my neck she then fastened the strap between
my legs and I was ready for dinner. Joey took a chair at the other end of the
table he kept staring as we ate but said nothing. On the other hand my sister
kept taking turns with their comments on what a big baby I was.
Dinner was over and Mom finally let me
down and me and Joey went to play with the computer. We went online and he
showed me more teen baby web pages some were real kewl.
We finally went to watch some TV as it
was getting kind of late, well not really that late, but since my parents
started babying me bedtime was about 8:00, sometimes earlier. Mom finally stuck
her head in and told me it was time to get change for bed. Joey stayed watching
TV as mom took me and put me in dry diapers and my new dinosaur footed jammies.
I looked in the mirror on my way back down stairs and with those cloth diapers
my butt was about three times normal size. Yup, looked just like a toddler.
"Nite Joey."
"Nite Josh."
Then Mom took me back to my room and
pulled the rails up on the crib.
As I fell asleep that night I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Joey as I knew he was worried about his dad.
Chapter 7
"Josh, wake up, wake up
Josh."
Wow it was morning already? I must
have fallen asleep really quick, doesn’t even seem like I slept very long. Wow,
my diapers are dry, I did it. I thought to myself. As my eyes opened there was
my mom and Joey.
"Josh honey, Joey’s mother called
and Joey is going to spend the night with us. As you know, Joey also wets the
bed, so we need to use some of your diapers on him."
She then let down the crib rail and
had me get out so she could use it to diaper my best friend. This was a switch
as usually it was I being diapered. Mom removed Joey's T shirts and then had
him lie back and unbuttoned his jeans. She quickly slipped them down and off
his well tanned legs, leaving him in just his boxer shorts, but I noticed right
away they were Rugrats boxers. Seemed a bit strange for such a big boy other
than the fact he was now being put in diaper while lying in my crib. Mom
started to pull off his boxers when Joey yelled "stop, not those!"
"Joey, don’t be silly, you don’t
need your shorts on when your going to wear a diaper. I know your mom doesn’t
leave them on does she?"
"No, she don’t."
"Well, I diaper Josh all the time
and he’s your age, so you sure I’ve seen just about everything."
He reluctantly let mom pull down his
shorts. Man, he still looked like a little boy. Mom then had him raise up and
put three cloth diapers under him.
"Joey, I know your mom uses
disposable diapers on you at night, but here we just use cloth. I hope your OK
with it."
She then powered him up and I could
see by his expression he loved the smell of the powder just as I do. She then
pinned the diapers on real tight and reached for a pair of plastic pants. These
were regular white ones like the Gerber ones in the store. She pulled them up
his legs and had him raise up so she could pull them over his diapers. Once up
and over his diapers mom told him to get down and she checked to make sure all
of the diaper was tucked in. She then opened my closet and got another pair of
sleepers. These had picture of little tools all over them and also had feet.
Stepping in to them mom pulled the zipper up and he too looked like a overgrown
toddler who was definitely in diapers.
"O.K. Josh, back in," as she
was pointing to the crib.
"Now Joey, you will have to sleep
with Josh tonight since its the only bed in this house that's waterproof, so in
you go," as mom helped him in. It was good that the crib was twin sized so
we both fit. Mom then pulled the rail in place and turned off the lights.
:Nite, nite, boys." As the door
closed I turned to Joey.
"Sorry man, that you have to
sleep in here with me." I could hear his sobs as he kind of choked on his
words.
"Its OK Josh, I know you didn’t
have anything to do with this. Matter of fact, mom has been threatening to get
me a crib since my bedwetting has been getting worse, she even said then I
would be just like you."
Joey seemed to be calming down and I
know we were both sleepy. I heard him checking out the feel of his plastic
pants through the flannel pajamas.
"Josh are you asleep yet?"
"No Joey. You know these diapers
feel kind of neat and they are so thick compared to the disposable ones I
usually wear. I don’t know why but they make me feel kind of excited, if you
know what I mean."
I did know as I have been rubbing
myself almost every night.
"I know, Joey, once you get used
to them I guess they are all right."
He then reached over and patted my
diapered bottom and we slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Joey woke up first
and judging by his jump which woke me up he was quite startled.
"Sorry Josh, I forgot I was
sleeping with you in your crib."
"It’s OK, Joey. I guess its about
time to get up anyway."
We lay there for a few minutes.
"Come on, Josh, aren't you going
to get us outta here?"
"Well, Joey, there is one
problem. Where the latch is to let down the side of the crib is too far to
reach, and climbing over the top is impossible as the rail is less than a foot
from the ceiling."
"Sorry man, but we have to wait
'til Mom comes to get us out of here."
A few minutes later I heard someone
walking around and then the door opened it was Mom.
"Morning boys, do we have a
couple of wet ones this morning?"
"Yea Mom I am."
"Me too, Mrs. Taylor."
"Well, why don’t you two stay
there while I take my shower and then I’ll let you out."
She handed us baby bottles full of hot
chocolate and left. I started to drink from the bottle and Joey looked like he
didn’t know how.
"Just like this, Joey."
He then tried and he looked amazed at
something babies do naturally. Of course I had been using a bottle off and on
since last summer and the condo at the beach.
Mom finally turned off the shower and
both of the bottles were empty by now when she finally came in to get us up.
Down came the side of the crib and we both got out.
"Looks a little bit crowded in
there, boys?"
"It wasn’t too bad, Mom. We slept
good."
"Gosh, Josh, you would sleep
through anything, that’s probably why you still wet your bed."
She then came over and checked my
diaper by pulling the front of my plastic pants open and sticking a finger in.
"Well Josh, you're wet, but I
don’t think you need to be changed right away."
She then went over and checked Joey
the same way.
"Young man, you have just about
overflowed your pants. Better get you into some dry ones."
"What do you mean, Mrs. Taylor? I
don’t wear diapers during the day."
"Joey I'm not sure when your
mother will be here to pick you up, and around here, little boys who wet
themselves wear diapers."
"NO please Mrs. Taylor."
'Enough said, Joey, we can either put
you in some dry diapers or you can stay in the stinky wet ones of yours? What
will it be?"
"Ok."
"OK, what Joey?"
"OK, I want dry ones."
With that she had Joey up in the crib
and began to change his nighttime diapers and again used cloth diapers on him
but this time used some snap on plastic pants. She gave him a t shirt and told
us to go downstairs and get some breakfast."
We entered the dining room and there
were my sisters.
"Good morning baby brother, see
you have a baby friend."
Joey looked really embarrassed but
there wasn’t much I could do as I found myself being placed once again in my highchair.
Mom gave us both a bowl of oatmeal and glasses of milk. Mine was in a
spill-proof toddler cup again. Again I had no spoon to eat with so I assumed I
was to use my hands like dinner the other night. As I reached in the bowl I
heard and felt a loud smack as Mom hit my hand.
"Stop that, Josh just, wait a
second. She got a spoon and again sat next to me. She then began to spoon feed
me. The spoon was quite large and I could barely keep up with her and cereal
began to escape out of the corners of my mouth. I then noticed that she had a
diaper over her shoulder as she reached for it and wiped my face clean. A few
more minutes and the cereal was gone. I was then told to drink the rest of the
milk and I was let down.
Me and Joey went and watch cartoon for
the rest of the morning till mom walked in with an arm load of diapers. Well
lets get you changed Josh I’m sure your quite wet by now, so she proceeded to
change my diapers right there on the floor in the family room, Joey watched by
tried not to let me see. There those should keep my little boy dry mom said as
she snapped the waistband of my plastic pants. Just then we heard the doorbell
ring.
"Hello Dorothy, glad you could
come over to watch the boys. I’ve got a million errands to run and can’t have
them tagging along."
Oh no, it was my oldest cousin, you
know the one who was here last week for my birthday and offered to baby sit if
every my Mom needed someone. They walked into the room and Mom introduced Joey
to her. He didn’t stand and looked extremely frightened.
"Gosh you have two toddler boys.
This should be fun. I just knew that boys were just a bunch of big
babies."
Mom left and told us and my sisters to
behave and to listen to Dorothy. Mom left.
"How about we play some games?
That should be more fun than just sitting and watching TV. I’ve got a kewl air
simulator game."
"Na, Josh, we need something we
all can play."
"Can we go to the park,
Dorothy?" my sister asked. She looked my way with an evil grin and then
told her "maybe later."
Looking through the game closet she
pulled out Twister.
"How about this one?" as she
opened it up. She spread out a mat with colored dots on it.
"This should be fun."
Then she explained how to play.
"Man, we can’t play this."
"Why not, Josh, your didies too wet?"
"NO, you know mom just changed
me. It's just."
"Just what? Let's try it. I’ll
bet it will be fun."
Dorothy started spinning. My sister
went first and placed her foot on red then on to other spin and I was on blue.
Soon we had a pile on kids all twisted up and the way. Me and Joey would end up
with our diapered butts up in the air. I’m almost sure Dorothy was cheating,
but it did end up kind of fun.
"Please, can we go to the park
now, please?"
"No girls. It's lunch time and
it’s time to get ready for lunch. Come on, Josh, lets get your bib on," as
she tied one around my neck. She then led me to my highchair and had me get in.
The tray was in place and the strap was then snapped.
"Now Joey, let's get you
ready," and a bib was tied around his neck and he was sat down right next
to me.
"There are two babies are ready.
Lets go, girls, and you can help bring the lunches."
They came back a few minutes later
with a tray full of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and two bottles full of
Coke. Lunch was kind of fun and soon ended.
"Now can we go Dorothy Now?"
"Why YES girls we can go now, but
I think first we should get the boys into some dry diapers, don’t you
think?"
"Why Dorothy, they’ll just wet
again," and they giggled.
"Come on boys, lets get you into
some dry diapers."
We were both taken up to the nursery
and Joey was first as he certainly was the wettest.
"Off we go with these wet and
smelly diapers."
As I watched he just lay there with
his eyes closed, probably to ease the embarrassment. With the baby wipes he was
cleaned up and was then placed into three more cloth diapers and again she used
some snap-on plastic pants. He was then given a t shirt that came down just to
the tops of his plastic pants and nothing else, tears were in his eyes.
"Please, don’t I get anything
else to wear to the park?"
"Like what, Joey?"
"You know, pants or
something." She reached for the jeans he had on yesterday and gave them to
him.
"Here ya are, put these on."
Joey pulled them up him legs and right
up to his butt and soon found out that with such a large diapers on his jeans
would not fit. He dropped to the floor in frustration and started to cry again.
"Sorry, Joey but that's the only
pants we have here. Josh’s closet is locked up so I can’t even give you a pair
of his."
My helpful sister took the pants from
Joey.
"Guess these won’t help you,
baby."
Then it was my turn and Dorothy took
her time unpinning my diapers. She commented on how she used to change me when
I was a baby.
"Remember Josh, remember?"
"No, I was too small."
"Well you're old enough to
remember this time, won’t you, little boy?"
She then pulled the wet diaper from
under me and left me lying on the soft plastic sheet. She wiped me clean and
got a bottle of baby lotion and had me roll over and rubbed it well all over my
butt. I must admit it did feel good. She then had me roll back over and began
the same there, it took only a few times and I was there.
"Well Joshey, looks like you
enjoy this," as again my sister were giggling. I too closed my eyes hope
they would all just disappear. Then I could feel the powder being sprinkled all
over and she told me to raise my butt up and slid the thick diapers under me.
She fastened them and put more nursery print pant over them. She had me sit up and
also gave me a t shirt.
It was then I realized that if my
closet was locked I also had nothing to wear.
"Come on, Dorothy, let's go to
the park now, the boys are ready."
"Well, I guess they are ready. I
know at least they will be dry boys for a while."
"Dorothy NO, Please don’t take us
to the park like this. I know kids that go there, please, you can’t," I
pleaded.
"Oh Josh, look at you, you're in
no position to give out orders you will do as I tell you, Joshey."
"Actually, you two boys need to
take a nap, so hop back in the crib you two."
Boy, I never thought I would like to
hear those words but what a relief. She closed the rails and left the room
closing the door behind her.
"Wow, Josh, that was too close. I
would have just died if she took us over there."
"Yea me, too, Joey me, too."
We couldn't have slept very long when
Dorothy came into the room.
"Joey, you got to wake up, your
mother is here."
She put down the rail and I got out
and so did Joey, who appeared to be really sleepy. Dorothy was about to take
off Joey’s diapers when she realized it was wet again.
"You little pants piddler, Joey,
you’ve wet your pants again. I just changed you."
Suddenly Joey’s mother walked in.
"Joey what’s this?"
"Ma, Josh’s mom made me wear
these so I wouldn’t wet the bed last night and then she wouldn’t take them off
this morning."
"Well, Joey, it looks like a good
idea, seeing that they are wet again. Let's get you home, young man," as
she grabbed his hand.
"MOM, don’t I get my
clothes?"
"NO," she said as he was
being led down the hallway in just his diapers and plastic pants. "You can
wear just what you have on 'til I get you home."
"Mom, please."
She just gave him a smack on his
diapered bottom as she went down the stairs toward the front door. As the door
opened I saw her car was parked at the curb and she still had a hold of him as
they were crossing the lawn. She stopped and turned around.
"I’m sorry, Joey, say good-bye to
Josh."
"Bye Josh, thanks."
I could only know what he meant by
that last statement as he was placed in the car and they drove off.
Mom came back from shopping and
Dorothy headed for home, but I did hear them talking and I heard mom tell her,
"sure, you can take the kids to the park anytime you wish."
Later that evening as I was taking my
bath. My brother was asking mom if he could have a Halloween party next weekend
as it would be on a weekday and the weekend would be better.
"Sure, I’m sure you kids would
have some fun, just not too many kids, please."
"Oh, no, mom, just about 6 of us,
OK ?"
Then they went about talking about
costume ideas for my brother.
"What about Josh, what can he be,
Mom?"
"Oh, I have a few ideas, do you
have any?"
Chapter 8
Here I am at the start of another
week, guess you heard I had quite a weekend, not to mention Joey. I wonder what
happened after his mother got him home ? Wish he would have called or
something.
I’ll tell you, after wearing cloth
diapers all weekend it almost feels like I got nothing on with just my attends.
I do believe they make more noise, though. Well, with my dry diaper on its time
to get off to school. Today Mom is even letting me wear my snap-side nylon
pants so they actually make more noise than my diapers do. The kids that know
I’m still in diapers like to tease me about these pants. They say that I wear
them so my diapers changes are easier. Sometimes they even run by and grab at
them to see if they can get them to unsnap.
After 3rd period I finally saw Joey.
He saw me but turned and went around another building. I was running late for
class so I didn’t have time to catch-up to him. Man, have I lost my best
friend? Who could blame him after what happened last weekend? As I sat in my
next class I really kept wondering what was going on. The bell rang before I knew
it and then it was off again, and soon it was off to my swim team.
I finally caught up to Joey in the
locker room. I had changed already when Joey came in he looked at me with a
look I had never seen from him before.
"What’s happening Joey?"
"Nothing, Josh."
"Why’d you go the other way after
3rd?"
"'Cause. Why don’t you go out to
class, Josh, I’ll be right out, man."
"OK, Joey."
I headed off to class when I realized
I had left my towel in my locker. As I entered the locker room there was Joey.
My eyes almost fell out when I saw him standing in a disposable diaper. He
looked up and saw me. He had tears in his eyes.
"Josh, get outta here."
"Joey man, what's going on?"
"You know, my mom talked to yours
and now mom wants me to be just like you, a damn diaper boy. It’s all your
fault, Josh. I don’t want to wear diapers and when the other guys find out my
life will be ruined."
"Joey, I didn’t know, and man, I
don’t want to wear diapers, either, but my parents aren’t giving me any choice.
You have been over to my house. You think I can do much about it? Well, do
ya?"
"Naw, I guess no, Josh, sorry,
but what am I going to do?"
"I don’t know Joey, but you
better get ready for class and we can talk at lunch, OK."
"Ok, Josh."
I think we both swam better that day
than ever before. The daily workouts were starting to pay off.
After swim practice Joey headed for
the bathroom. I kind of waited around 'til he came out. Everyone had already
left and I could tell by the sound he made he again had his disposable diaper
back on.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Josh,
but Mom only sent me with one diaper and I had to put it back on."
"Wow, Joey, let me tell you,
that's not a good thing. Remember the rash I got? That’s where I got it from.
Wearing a wet diaper for too long, it will get you."
"But I can’t change like you,
Josh, the guys still tease you every time you change after swim practice."
"Yea, I know, it hurts when they
do Joey, but the rash hurts worse in other ways. Besides, Mom said if it came
back she would make me wear my cloth diapers to school and that would be
worse."
We headed off to lunch and had a long
talk about everything that was going on. His dad was getting better, but he was
going to be off work for a month or so and his parents too were tired of his
bedwetting.
You know, Joey and I have been friends
for a long time, but it was hard to believe that suddenly we were both going
down the same road it like both our parents had read the same book or
something.
The week went on and with me covering
for my friend. I don’t think anyone found out about Joey’s secret, at least I
hadn’t heard about anyone. The weekend was getting close and mom and dad and my
brother were all busy planning his Halloween party for Saturday. He had his
list of friends ready and a couple of them were real mean guys they had always
teased me from the time I had ever met them and they had been even worse since
they had seen me in my diapers when over at the house. At school when they
would see me they would call me baby brother or diaper boy. It was my great
relief that I didn’t see them at school too often.
It was finally Friday night and
tomorrow was the day of the party. My dad and brother were out getting the
last-minute stuff after dinner as mom was giving me my bath and then getting me
ready for bed. Well gee, it was almost 7:30. Just before putting me in my crib
Mom showed me a Rugrats T-shirt with a picture of Tommy on it. She then told me
this was to be my costume for tomorrow's party. She said I could wear it and my
diapers.
"Mom, why can’t I wear something
that doesn’t show my diapers? I don’t want all of his friends to see me just in
my diapers." Then she showed me the back of the t shirt and it said:
I LOVE MY DIAPERS
"You see why we can’t cover up
your diapers, Josh?"
"Mom, I don’t want to wear that
stupid shirt. I just won’t go to his party."
"Well, Josh, if you don’t you
will be put to bed real early and you will be in diapers anyway. You decide and
let me know tomorrow what your answer is. Now in to bed with you."
Choice? What choice? They will see me
either way. This really isn’t fair, but nothing has been for a long time.
Saturday started early with my mom
coming in to wake me up. Seeing I was quite wet she changed my diapers before
breakfast. After breakfast the family went to the family room to decorate it.
This was loads of fun, we had everything. We had been at it for a couple of
hours when I heard my brother laughing as I turned I saw he had put a pair of
my snap-on plastic pants on the skeleton. It did look kind of funny and if he
really left them there at least I would not be the only one with baby pants on
at the party.
Later, as Mom was putting me in the
crib for my nap she asked me, "Josh have you decided?"
"Yea Mom, I’ll wear the T-shirt,
but please let me wear pants over my diapers."
"We’ll see, Josh," as she
slid the rails closed.
After my nap it was bath time again
and then time to get ready for the party. I got dried off and then found Mom
downstairs talking on the phone.
"Mom, would you diaper me?"
"What, Josh?"
"Mom, would you diaper me?"
"OK, Josh, I’ll be there in a few
minutes as soon as I’m off the phone."
She came up about 5 minutes later and
put me in some cloth diapers with nursery print pants over them. Then she put
my Rugrats T-shirt on and she told me I was ready. Well, I guess the suggestion
of shorts didn’t go over. I kind of watched TV for awhile and soon my brother
came down. He was a baseball player. My sister was an Indian. And my youngest
sister was a ballerina or something like that.
It was about 5:00 when kids started to
arrive. I kind of stayed out of the way and for awhile seemed not to be
noticed. Soon someone dressed as a nurse came in. Geez, it was Dorothy.
"Come on, Josh, you're missing a
fun party," as she grabbed for my hand.
"Dorothy, I don’t want to go out
there."
"There is your BABY
Brother!" one of the guys hollered. Everyone stopped and just stared as I
stood frozen with Dorothy holding me by the hand.
"Wow, what a costume, it looks so
real."
Dorothy just looked at them and told
them this isn’t any costume, this is the real thing.
"Wow, I can’t believe it. I heard
your brother was in diapers again but he is so big I just didn’t believe that
baby stuff his size was made."
It seemed through the next hour
everyone of my brothers friends came by to check out the baby. It was almost
9:00 when Dorothy told me to go upstairs so she could get me ready for bed. I
headed up without any encouragement as it would be good to get out of there and
the amusement of my brother's friends.
After I was changed and rediapered
Dorothy put my sleepers on and told me to climb into the crib just as Mom
walked in.
"Josh, you better go back
downstairs and say goodnight to everyone."
"Aw, Mom, I don’t want them all
to see me in my jammies."
"Don’t be silly Josh, get a move
on, young man."
I again knew this would be a no-win
situation, so I headed back downstairs.
"Wow, look, Dinosaur
pajamas." (man, this is the stuff that could get a kid beat up at school)
.
They once again turned my way to check
me out. I knew if this got out at school I would be ruined. Mom stood by the
stairs.
"Say goodnight, Josh."
"Goodnight, everyone."
"Goodnight, BABY!" one of
guys shouted. "Keep your diapers dry and your bed."
"BED! My brother don’t have a
bed. He sleeps in a crib."
Off I went to bed and Dorothy slid the
rail in place.
"Nite, Josh."
"Nite, Dorothy."
As I drifted off to sleep I realized
that Dorothy wasn’t so bad and she even seemed to be somewhat protective of me.
The next morning I awoke to the sound
of my door being opened by my brother and his friends. They had all stayed the
night and slept down in the family room.
"Hi Josh, mom wanted me to get
you up so you could come down and have breakfast, and the guys wanted to see your
room."
All of them came in and looked my room
over as my brother put down the rail.
"Look at all of these diapers. It
looks like my brother's room, but he’s only 3. Josh, can you get out of your
crib by yourself?"
I just looked but didn’t say a word.
As soon as I got down I headed for the stairs and down to have breakfast.
Once down I really don’t know why I
wanted to get there so fast as Dad was waiting for me by my highchair. He had
me sit in the chair and was placing the tray in position. Just as my brother
and his friends entered the room I heard a few giggles but no one said anything
to me. Everyone had pancakes but mom gave me a bowl of oatmeal and a baby
bottle full of milk. I choked down every bite just knowing my brother and his
friends were probably not through with me yet. I tried not to look at them but
the chair is much higher than the other ones in the room so it was hard not to
make eye contact. I did notice my brother's friend Tim seemed to stare more
than the other guys, maybe like a stare of sympathy? I didn’t have much time as
breakfast was soon done and it was off to take a bath for me.
My brother and his friends were gone
to the park by the time I got back and again all Mom would give me to wear was
a T-shirt and my diapers and tennis shoes.
Around lunch time they all showed up
from the park. They were all making plans for Halloween night, which is
Tuesday. Mom reminded my brother that he promised to take his sisters around
first before going with his friends, which he seemed a bit pissed off about.
"I suppose I have to take the
baby out also?" My brother asked.
"No, he can stay home. Then one
of his friends said it might be fun to take me around.
"It's supposed to be warm, so
he's already got a great costume?"
"It’s OK," I told my
brother. "I really don’t want to go anyway."
Mom looked at me and then told my
brother, "Yea, that might be a good idea. Why don’t you take Josh. He can
wear his nursery print pants. He would be adorable."
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
"It’s OK, I don’t want to
go."
"Josh, you will do as you are
told and that’s final."
This comment from Dad was final.
You know, I think I am finally
figuring out what Mom is up to. Every time she sees something is really
embarrassing to me she forces me to do it. It seems she doesn’t care who knows
about my diapers or the baby treatment.
Later that afternoon when it was just
her and I in the house she came in the family room where I was watching TV and
I asked her why she and dad were forcing me to go out on Halloween. She just
told me it was for my own good. With tears in my eyes I told her that it seemed
she didn’t care who knew about my wearing diapers.
"You're right, Josh. As long as
you wet the bed you will be treated like a baby and part of that treatment is
to wear diapers like a baby ALL the time, so they are impossible to hide so you
might just as well get use to people knowing. Maybe this will give you the
incentive to quit the bed wetting?"
"Remember the picture we took of
you in your diaper, Josh?"
"Yea."
"Well, if you don’t listen and do
as we say we will show it to ALL of your friends."
I didn’t need to hear this as I was
hoping that maybe there were a few of my friends that didn’t know.
Well It looks like I’ll be going out
Halloween night so if you see a kid about 15 in nursery print pants its me.
Chapter 9
Man, I made it through Halloween but
it wasn’t easy. Tuesday after school I headed home as usual. I was really
hoping for that rain the weather guy said was coming, but once again he was
wrong and the sky was clear. I know what the plan was for our trick or treating
tonight but couldn’t figure out a way to avoid it. Well, maybe they will decide
not to make me go with them as my brother didn’t seem to want me to go along
anyway.
As I entered the house Mom called me
to the family room. As I entered I saw Joey and his mother.
"Josh, I’ve been talking to
Joey’s mom and we decided that the both of you will go out tonight." Kewl,
I thought to myself. Mom headed me up to my room with Joey and his mom right
behind us. As we entered I saw my outfit— well, my nursery print pants laid out
on the crib and the same T-shirt I had worn the other day. Mom snatched them up
and told me she had rethought my costume and realized it might be too cold in
the evening to wear what we had decided on. Oh, this might turn out better than
I had hoped.
Mom then went about changing my very
wet diapers. After I was cleaned up and out of those Attends she grabbed my
usual night diapers and pinned them on, then she had me raise up and placed an
extra one under me and then slid my plastic pants up over them.
"Mom, why so thick? I can barely
move."
"Well Josh, it will be some time
before you can be changed again and these will make your costume look really
authentic."
Then she went to my closet and pulled
out my sleeper, the dinosaur ones with the feet.
"Josh, step into these,
please." I did as I was told and once on she zipped them up from my ankle
to my neck. She and Joey’s Mom stepped back.
"Oh Josh, you're adorable, you
will look great tonight."
'What? You want me to wear these to go
out tonight? Mom, you can’t do this. The kids will see me and make fun of
me."
"Oh Josh, don’t be silly. Come
with me and look in the mirror." as she took me to her room and looked in
the full length mirror. There I was, and I couldn’t believe it was me. As I
turned I saw that the diaper made my butt huge. It left NO doubt that I was
wearing a diapers under my pajamas and those dinosaurs.
Next it was Joey’s turn. He had tears in
his eyes as Mom offered the use of the crib to his mother. She gladly accepted
as she began to change her son and he got put in the same amount of diapers as
I had on. When he got his sleeper zipped up he was none to happy either. He had
a Batman sleeper on. They also had feet in them and he, being a little bit
smaller than I, even looked more like a toddler than I did. My brother had got
into his costume and came into the nursery to see how we were coming along. He
told mom that a couple of his friends were on their way over to help take us
out and to be sure we wouldn’t be any trouble.
"Trouble, I’m sure they won’t be
any."
"Yea, your right Mom, with those
padded butts at least I’m sure they will stay close."
We went downstairs to get a quick
dinner before it got dark and we could head out. Joey’s mom loved my highchair
when she saw my mom place me into it.
"Oh, that’s great the perfect
thing for such a big baby."
Joey just looked down. I’m sure hoping
it did not give his mother any extra ideas. Joey’s mom thought it was great
that there was no way once the tray and strap were in place that I could get
out on my own. After we were all seated my brother's friends arrived. They were
expecting me, but the sight of Joey in his footed jammies was about all they
could take.
"Oh dude, this will be great,
taking two baby boys out for the night. I’ll bet they will be the hit of the
neighborhood."
Dinner was soon done and with the
front door opened off we went. Joey and I couldn’t even walk good with that much
diaper on, we definitely waddled. My sisters laughed at us, but not much we
could do. Gads! There were a lot of kids out already and, thanks to the city
the street lights, lit the place up pretty good. At the request of my brother's
friend we went a few block away and worked our way back. We got through the
first bunch of houses OK all the grown-ups thought we were sooooo cute (yuk).
Then I heard it.
"Josh is that you?" I heard
from just ahead. Oh great, it was some guys from the swim team. They slowed up,
and with my brothers prodding us along, we soon caught up to them.
"Hey look guys, it is Josh and
Joey, too."
Well, poor Joey, his secret was out
now.
"Man, it's our two baby swimmers
the youngest on the team."
All we could do is laugh along with them.
A couple of them even patted our butts.
"Man, they got a ton of diapers
on."
My brother told them it was to keep us
dry until we got back home, but he assured them I would be changed before being
put to bed in my crib.
"CRIB, you really sleep in a crib,
Josh?"
I didn’t say a word, but my silence
said it all. Thankfully they finally got tired of teasing us so they took off
down the street. It took us about an hour and a half to get back and we got
quite a hall of candy. When we got home we had to empty it all out so mom and
dad could go through it. While they were doing that Joey’s mom got us both a
bottle of juice and had us lie down in the family room and watch TV. About a
hour later, almost 9:00 PM, Joey’s dad came for them. It seemed so late. Usually
I had to be in bed by 8:00. I guess the sight of us made him snicker a bit.
Joey’s mom told him about my room and they went up to check it out. The look on
Joey’s face was something else.
"Man, Josh, he better not get one
of those for me."
"I hope for your sake they don’t,
Joey."
On their way down they overheard us
talking and his dad told him.
"Joey, if you don’t quit pissing
your bed maybe we will have to get you a big baby bed like Josh. How would you
like that, boy?"
"Please, dad I’m trying to stop,
please."
"Well, you don’t try very hard,
if you ask me."
With that he took Joey by the hand and
they left for home.
"Josh, you better get to your
room so we can get you in some dry diapers and get you to bed. Tomorrow is a
school day, you know."
"OK, Mom."
After I was changed and the rail was
up in place I fell asleep fair quickly, as this for sure was a Halloween I
would never forget.
Well, it was back to school the next
day. When I caught up to Joey he was surrounded by 4 other guys from the swim
team. It wasn’t until I was just about to them it was the same ones who we ran
into last night. One turned around.
"Look, guys it’s the other DIAPER
BOY!"
They said it loudly enough that
everyone around us heard them. Oh well, I was already committed, might as well
join them as they already knew that I wore diapers anyway. Maybe I could
protect my friend.
"Josh, we were asking your little
friend here what kind of diapers you both were wearing last night?"
"Well, we wore cloth diapers. Our
Mom thought it would be cute if Joey wore what I did for a costume."
"Ya mean he doesn’t wear them,
too?" Joey looked real scared.
"Na, he did it so I wouldn’t have
to go by myself. He doesn’t wear them like I do."
The next period class was about to
start so the group broke up.
"See ya, guys," one yelled
back.
"Hope you slept well in your
crib, Josh."
Man, I knew they wouldn’t forget what
my brother told them last night.
"Joey, I’ll see ya at swim
class."
"OK Josh, thanks."
Another class and it was off to the
swim team. Joey and I walked in just about the same time and a few of the guys
were still in the locker room. I started to undress and put on my Speedos as
they were laughing at me taking off my diaper. It's been months. You would
think after awhile they would get over it. Joey was kind of standing there when
they went after him. They grabbed him, saying, "I’ll bet this one is in a
diaper, also," as Joey frantically wrestled to get away. I jumped in and
told them to leave Joey alone, but it was too late as they had his Levi's
unbuttoned and pulled down to his ankles.
"Sorry, Joey, you ain’t no diaper
baby. Why, you don’t even have shorts on."
They turned to leave as Joey stood
there sobbing. I knew what he had done, fooled them but not me.
"Josh, I knew those guys would
pull something like that, so I took my diaper off just before I got here."
"I know, Joey, good thing."
After lunch we agreed to meet after
school and walk home together. Joey was a bit concerned being seen with me,
figuring him being seen with a known diaper boy would bring suspicion to other
who saw us.
The school bell rang and it was over
for another day. I caught up to Joey and immediately knew he had his diaper
back on just from the sound and the way he walked.
"See, you're all back together,
Joey."
"Yea, if Mom caught me without my
diaper on she would beat my butt something bad."
"Yea, Joey, mine would just send
me in my cloth ones. I don’t think I could handle that."
"Oh DIAPER BOYS!" we heard
called out from behind us. I turned and it was the guys from the swim team.
"What’s happening?" I asked
them.
"Oh, you two need to come
here," as they were walking toward us. I turned back around to see a
couple of others in front of us coming our way. We stopped, seeing no way out.
"I thought you told us, Josh,
that your little friend wasn’t a diaper boy?"
"He’s not."
'Well, we will just see about
that."
With that, two of them held me while
the others grabbed Joey, and once again pulled his jeans to the ground and then
all the way off, shoes and all.
"Well, if he ain’t a diaper boy
I’ve never seen plastic underwear. Man, those are Pampers."
Joey tried his best to fight them off
as well as I did, but we were just overpowered. Then two of them took off with
Joey’s pants as he screamed to bring them back. The other two that were holding
me let me go and told Joey he would get his pants back tomorrow, and that
taking his pants was the price to pay for lying to them about his wearing
diapers.
They ran off leaving me and my best
friend in tears and just a diaper and his T-shirt, and we were only about half
way home.
What am I going to do, Josh? Everybody
knows now it will be all over school tomorrow. I’m not like you. You seem to be
able to take the teasing all the time, I can’t."
"I'm sorry Joey, I’m really sorry
those kids did this to you. I tried to stop them."
"I know, Josh, thanks."
"Here Joey, use this," as I
handed him my t shirt to wrap around his waist. It kind of covered him up, but
you could certainly see his now yellowed diapers sticking out here and there.
"Joey, I’ll walk home with
you," I told him as we headed for his house.
I have to admit he was really cute
walking in his diapers with that tanned California surfer boy look complete
with the blonde hair, but I’m sure he just wanted to get home and out of the
public view. Only a couple of cars yelled at our passing. One was full of high
school girls, which really embarrassed Joey.
We finally made it to Joey’s house,
his dad was outside working on their house as he was still out of work from his
accident. Finally Joey could get back to normal, what ever that is to a diaper
boy.
"JOEY! Where the hell are your
pants?!" His dad yelled.
"Dad, some boys from the swim
team caught us after school and they pantsed me and ran off with my
jeans."
"Well, why did you let them do
that, Joey? I see Josh still has his on. Maybe you like going around in just
your diapers."
"NO, dad, I tried to fight them
off, but there were too many of them."
"Yea, we couldn’t stop
them," I told Joey’s dad.
'Man, my big baby son can’t even
defend himself. Get in the house and wait for me Joey, I’ll be right in."
I went inside with Joey, who looked
very nervous.
"Josh, maybe you better leave
now. I’ll be OK."
"OK Joey, I’m off then."
But as I started to turn around there
blocking the door was Joey’s dad. He called for Joey’s mom.
"We got one hell of a problem
here, honey. Our 15 year old son came home with no pants on and a very wet
diaper."
He told her to get Joey’s paddle from
his room.
"No, please dad, not now, not in
front of Josh!"
"You know our deal, come home
with WET diapers and its the paddle, same as your bed in the morning,
right?"
"Yea, but dad, when the guys
jumped us is when I wet them. They were dry before then."
"Were they, Josh?"
"Yes sir, he wet them when they
took his pants."
"Damn it, Joey, that’s worse now
they know your still a pants like a damn baby."
His mother entered the room with a
large wooden paddle.
"Get ready, Joey, you now the routine."
Chapter 10
Well I couldn’t believe what I was
seeing as Joey’s father pulled the now crying boy over his lap.
"Joey, maybe I can still teach
your butt what your mind doesn’t seem to understand. I will not have my 15 year
old son pissing his pants and his bed, is that understood ?"
He then began to pull down Joey's wet
attends and began to paddle his now bare butt. Man, it looked painful, and for
the first time in my bedwetting life felt lucky. At least I didn’t get beat for
my wettings. By the time Joey’s dad was finished he just sank to the floor when
his dad turned him loose. Crying and exhausted, he looked at me with those
reddened blue eyes and didn’t say a word. His mom then continued as she had him
lie down and put a dry diaper under him then proceeded to powder him and fasten
the diapers back in place. Then his Mom and dad left the room and I told him I
was sorry and I had better leave. I headed for the back door and he looked up
again.
"Josh, please don’t say anything
to anyone about this, cause I gotten a spanking for almost every wet bed that
I’ve ever had."
"Don’t worry Joey I won’t tell
anyone."
I thought about it all the way home,
and when mom met me at the door and checked my pants telling me to get cleaned
up so she could get me into my dry pants as she said, it wasn’t so bad. I’m
sure everyone wondered why I was so quiet that night but I couldn’t help worry
about my friend.
Joey met me on the way to school the
next day. He still looked like he had be crying. I told him not to worry as I
was here and would do what I could to help him out. As it turned out, the only
problem we had was with the other guys on the swim team as the teasing got
quite intense when we entered the locker room. As we got to our lockers there
was a Pampers taped to the front of my locker and Joey had a little swimmer
pants on his. As we got to our lockers everyone busted up in laughter. The
coach came out to see what was happening.
"Hey guys, knock it off!"
Wow, coach really sounded mad. The
guys scampered off to the pool area as me and Joey got into our speedo’s. It
was good to get out of those diapers as mine were always quite wet by this
class, and today I noticed Joey was really wet, also. We entered the pool area
and the coach had all the guys in a group talking to them.
"Glad you two could join us,
boys."
Man, he still sounded mad. I hope he
wasn’t going to throw us off the team. This is the only sport I was good at.
"Now team, we seem to have a
problem with a couple of our team," he started. "Well, let me assure
you all this is a TEAM and every member is important. I’ve let you guy get away
with a lot of harassment lately, hoping you would all come together as a team,
but that doesn’t seem to be working. Soooo, we have to make some changes."
(a couple of guys laughed.)
"Coach, there are only two of the
team who need to be changed."
"Yea, you two, this is what I’m
talking about."
He then went to a cabinet where the
towels were stored and grabbed a package that I recognized right away. Attends.
No he wouldn’t. The coach then ripped open the package as I felt myself go kind
of numb.
"OK, you two, down here
now!" the coach yelled as I looked up in amazement he was pointing to the
two other kids who were laughing.
They came down with a really scared
look on their faces as the coach handed them each one of the diapers.
"Hold these, guys. Look we are
all a TEAM here, and as such you all should be looking out for one another.
Fighting and teasing each other is a bad thing for a team. Josh and now Joey
seem to have a bit of a problem and I give them a lot of credit for their
bravery in taking control of there problem. How many of you wet the bed? I know
which of you do as I have called all of your parents and asked."
As I looked around I saw many of our
team with very guilty looks on their faces.
"Maybe I should pass out a few
more of these diapers to those of you who do? I know one of the two that are
holding diapers right now still wet their bed."
They both looked at each other as
saying NOT ME.
"Anyway, this has gone on too
long. Both Josh and Joey are part of our team, and very good swimmers, I might
add, so from now on I do not want to hear any more from any of you, is that
understood?"
"Yea, coach," most answered.
"Well, for those of you who don’t
understand, the next one who thinks it would be fun to tease these two WILL be
wearing one of these diapers for the entire class. Now lets get on with
practice."
After practice for the first time in
months I didn’t hear any comments as I was changing into my dry diaper. I Still
heard a little laughter but who could really blame them.
The Holidays
Well here it is, Wednesday, and
tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I didn’t think it would ever get here. I got a whole
4 days off and me and Joey are getting together, probably Saturday. Mom said we
could go see "102 Dalmatians", should be fun. I think Cruella is kind
of kewl. Well that's the last bell, so its off to home and no more school.
"Hi mom."
"Hi Josh."
As I got to my room there was my Mom.
"Josh, why don’t you give me a
hand here."
"What are you doing, mom?"
"I’ve got to change your plastic
sheet. You’ve leaked on it so many times already it’s starting to stink. It’s
bad enough with that diaper pail but this is a bit too much, now grab
this."
She then gave me an edge of the new
plastic sheet as we stretched it over the crib mattress, then zipping it shut,
the mattress was again sealed in plastic.
"Mom, this one is really
loud," as she was putting the sheets back on.
Yes it is Josh, but it is also
supposed to be the best they make, so just get used to it."
"OK, hop on up and let's get
those pants changed."
I slid down my corduroy pants and
hopped up on the crib. She then untaped my attends and cleaned me up with a few
baby wipes. She seemed to spend more time than normal cleaning me and she just
seemed to stare.
"Mom, what’s the matter?"
"Josh, why didn’t you tell me you
were getting diaper rash again?"
She then went to get some of that rash
ointment, and even though it smelled really bad, it sure felt good as she
rubbed it in.
"It’s a good thing you have a few
days off, Josh. It looks like you will be spending your time back in cloth
diapers again at least for this weekend."
She then placed a couple under me as I
lifted up and pinned them on really tight. This time as she pulled them through
my legs she also twisted them before they were pinned. Then the plastic pants
were slid over them and she told me to sit up.
"Mom, why did you put them on
this way? I don’t like them." as I looked down at the huge bulge the twist
had made.
"Josh, boys like yourself need
more material up front, and with the twist you’ll have more."
"But mom, it hurts kind of when I
sit with the diaper that way."
"Josh, stop whining and be a good
boy."
After mom had left the room I walked
around a bit but found it a little bit hard with that much diaper between my
legs. I remember just when I didn’t think things could get worse here again it
had, and every time I looked down my crotch looked huge. When I got changed for
bed that night Mom used the same diapering method as earlier, saying maybe it
would also cut down on those night time leaks. I finally got to sleep and found
that I didn’t leak that night and the diaper was soaked in the morning. Mom
came in and got me out of the crib and down to breakfast as we all discussed
our plans for the day. We were going over to Grandma's house for Thanksgiving
and most of our relatives would also be there. After breakfast mom took me up
and I was given a bath she made sure I washed really well and after I thought I
was done she came in with a razor.
"Mom, I don’t shave."
"I know, Josh, but I noticed
you're starting to grow hair down in your diaper area and we have to remove it.
Maybe that is why your getting diaper rash so often."
"Mom, no, please, I’ll wash
harder or whatever it takes. Please don’t shave it off."
She just ignored me and went straight
to the job at hand as I was trying not to cry.
"Josh, control yourself. It’s not
like I’m hurting you."
But I just couldn’t control myself as
it was like being taken back from the little manhood I had achieved back to
babyhood.
After my bath mom took me in and put
me again in thick diapers, again twisting them before pinning then on. Man,
they were uncomfortable that way, but again I hadn’t learned. If I hadn’t complained
she probably wouldn’t have done it that way, but seeing that I hated it she was
going to use this diapering method probably for along time.
I went downstairs and watched TV for a
few hours and then everyone was getting ready to go to Grandma’s for the
afternoon and dinner. Mom came and got me. She checked my diaper and said it
would be OK for awhile so she wasn’t going to change me. She then went to my
closet and got my race car overalls and with a long sleeved T-shirt she dressed
me. Again, she put on my white high topped tennis shoes and I looked like a big
toddler and with the way she had diapered me no one could miss the diaper bulge
this time.
We headed off to Grandma’s house and
we arrived before all the uncles aunts and cousins did. Our grandparents met us
at the car and as usual I got a big hug and a pat on my diapered bottom from
grandma.
"Well, Josh, I see you're still
in diapers and at your age."
Grandpa hugged me, but seemed he
really didn’t want anything to do with a big baby. About a half hour later
everyone started to arrive one after another. The other kids just stared at me
as they saw me. One even whispered, “mom, is Josh wearing diapers?” Please,
everyone could tell. We all went to the game room and after we started to play
everyone seemed fine with the way I was and no one even mentioned my diapers
again.
"Dinner's ready," someone
called. We all scampered off to the dining room. The table was huge, and as
always at these things there was ton of food. All us kids were shown our seats
and sat there waiting for everyone to come to the table. There wasn’t enough
room for everyone, so the younger kids ate at a couple of card tables in the
kitchen just through the door. I hadn’t eaten there in years but this year
that's where my seat was as mom took me over there. After I was seated mom
returned and tied my bib around my neck. A couple of my cousins busted up in
laughter, another was pointing.
"Look, Josh really looks like a
baby now."
This wouldn’t have been so bad, except
these kids were at least 6 years younger than I was. Well, I guess this is one
Thanksgiving I’ll never forget. I made it through dinner and when I was all
through Mom came over and wiped my face and untied my bib and let me go.
All us kids went back to the game room
and again all seemed to pass as we got busy playing while the mom cleaned up
the dinner mess. About an hour later Mom came in where we were playing and
called me over to her. She proceeded to unbutton the side buttons of my
overalls to check my diaper.
"Josh, why didn’t you tell me you
were sooooo wet?"
"I don’t know. You were
busy."
"That's no excuse Josh, your rash
is never going to go away if you don’t let me know when your in need of a
diaper change. Just stay here, young man, and I’ll be back!"
The next thing I remember is seeing
mom coming in to the room with my diaper bag, spreading out the changing pad on
the floor and calling me over. I was in such shock I could barely move. All the
kids had stopped their activities to watch. Man, this couldn’t be happening.
Mom then unsnapped the leg openings on the overalls and had me lie down and
went about changing my diaper like I was a two year old all the while I was
begging her not to at least not in front of all these kids.
"Josh, stop making such a fuss.
Now you're acting like a two year old, behave yourself."
I couldn’t help it. I was so
embarrassed and couldn’t control my crying.
"Josh, you're acting like a baby.
Maybe I should leave you as one. I’ve told you a million times as long as
you're in diapers you will be treated like a child in diapers no differently
than when you were a baby."
She then removed my overalls and left
me just in the long sleeved t shirt and my diapers. After she left I just sat
on the couch and tried to disappear into my own world, none of the other kids
said anything but they all took their turns looking at the big baby.
Before we headed for home mom came in
and had me put on my sleeper as in was about 10 PM and we left for our dive
home which took about an hour. As I went to sleep in the safety of my crib I
knew my place in society had changed. None of my cousins viewed me as a
teenager anymore. I was to all of them just a BABY.
Chapter 11
Hi everyone I’m finally able to get
back to writing all of you, since the last time quite a lot has happened in my
life.
I’m still being treated like a baby at
home and being sent to school in my diapers, mostly disposable Attends to
school and still cloth at home. Since this treatment began last summer I have
to admit I’ve kind have gotten used to it-- well as used to the idea of being
15 and still being diapered by your parents as one can get.
About the second week in December my
diaper rash came back with a vengeance. It was awfully painful, more so than
anything I’ve ever experienced. It started after a weekend where mom and dad
didn’t change me to often. Yea, they still won’t let me do that for myself. I
know I could. Anyway, I didn’t get much sleep Sunday night and after the first
time I had wet that night I woke up in really bad pain. My squirming around
woke up mom and she came in and changed my diaper and put some of that rash
cream on. The next morning after I had breakfast and my diaper was taken off I
took a shower and went back to my room (nursery) as it was now called by
everyone. Mom told me to climb up into the crib so she could get me into my
diapers for school.
"Josh, this is bad," she
said as she was rubbing on more diaper rash cream. She then grabbed a cloth
diaper.
"Josh, I think you had better
wear this today until this rash goes down."
"Please, Mom ,I can’t wear cloth.
Please, Mom they're too thick and everyone will know."
"Josh, don’t be such a baby. We
have got to take care of this rash and you know your disposable diapers will
only make things worse."
I knew she was right from my past
experiences but I couldn’t give up that easily. This would be abut the worst
thing yet. A moment later I found myself raising up so she could slide the
cloth diaper under my butt and then she brought out the bottle of baby oil and
rubbed it in really well. She then sprinkled me with baby powder and I really
enjoyed the smell of it, but I was sure that with as much as she used ,everyone
I would be around would be able to smell it, too.
She grabbed the side of the cloth
diaper and pinned it, then reached to the other side and pulled it really tight
and pinned it in place. Next came the plastic pants. This time she used pull on
Gerber style pants in which she slid up my legs and again had me raise up and
pulled them up over my diapers.
"There, that should do it,
Josh."
I got down off the crib and looked in
the mirror on the door. Man, these are huge. I knew what I looked like in my
sleepers and I knew these were not going to be any better. Well again I was
right, these diapers were huge. My mom went to the closet and got a T-shirt for
me to wear and grabbed my overalls. I tried on the corduroy ones first and
there was just no way these would fit. I really wanted them to fit and pulled
really hard, but my butt was too big. Seeing this she had me step out of them
and try on a pair of denim ones. These actually went over my diapers a bit
snugly, but they fit, whew. I knew the next ones were the printed ones with the
race cars. I would of been laughed right out of school.
"O.K. Josh, here are your
shoes," Mom said as she gave me my white high tops and, putting them on, I
was ready to face the day. I don’t know why I looked in the mirror on the way
to the front door, but with the rather tight-fitting overalls my diaper really filled
them out. What a sight.
On the way to school I caught up with
Joey who couldn’t help but comment on how heavily diapered I was.
"Thanks man, you don’t think I
know that, Joey."
"What’s ya going to do, Josh?
Everyone is going to know for sure now."
"I don’t know, Joey, but I’ll
come up with something."
We were almost to school when I took
off my jacket and tied it around my waist.
"What do you think?"
"Josh, it might just work."
We split up and I headed off to my
homeroom. I sat down and got a few stares, but no one really seemed to pay much
attention to my attire. Now if I could just get through the day.
Well, I made it all the way to my swim
team just before lunch. I walked in and went to the coach’s office, and to my
surprise our regular coach wasn’t there.
"What can I do for you, young
man?" the substitute asked.
"Well, I have a note for the
coach.
"Lets see it."
I handed it off to him and he looked
it over. He looked up at me in kind of a blank stare.
"DIAPER RASH! You mean to tell me
a boy your age has a bad case of diaper rash?"
He had to say it twice and so loudly I
was sure everyone heard it. He then told me to untie my jacket and his mouth
almost hit the ground as he got the full picture.
"Well, Josh, we here are all a
team and I’m sure all the guys know about you anyway, don’t they?"
"Yes, coach, they do."
"Well then, what’s the problem? I
know you shouldn’t swim with a rash, so go put on your gym shorts and you can
work out in the weight room while the other are practicing, now lets get a move
on. You know you can’t let your workouts slide."
I was just speechless as I backed out
of his office forgetting to get my jacket, and once out in the main locker room
I heard a bit of laughter as I came in to the last few guys going to the pool.
I went to my locker and slowly opened
it up, trying to make sure everyone had left. They had as I then removed my
overalls and pulled off my T-shirt. I was left standing in just my diapers and
plastic pants. I put on my gym shirt that had the school logo and the words
SWIM TEAM across the front of it, and then grabbed my shorts and went to put
them on. I got them up my legs but as I reached to pull them over my diapers,
NO WAY. I just sat there for a minute thinking of what to do. If I removed my
diapers then I would have to re-pin them on in the locker room full of the
other guys. NOT GOOD. I guess I sat there thinking a bit too long as the coach
came in to get me.
"You all right?" he asked.
"NO, I can’t get these over
m.m.my diapers."
"Your what?"
"My diapers."
"Well, son, take them off and get
to the weight room and get with the program."
He just stood and watched me as I
removed the pins holding them up. Luckily they were at least still dry. I got
my shorts on and went with him to the weight room. He showed me what routine to
do and left me there saying he would be back.
I really worked hard for about 45
minutes and felt like I was about to die when the new coach came in to get me.
"Josh, looks like you doing real
good," as he looked me over. "The workout is over, though, so you can
hit the showers, and you had better shower so your rash doesn’t get any
worse."
Any other time I’ve had a rash I would
just skip the shower as the embarrassment was worse than the pain, but this one
was soooo bad I figured he might be right. I slowly headed toward the shower
hoping everyone would be gone and there were just a few guys left when I
entered. I got my clothes off and headed for the shower. Wow, it felt so good
and the water hit me. The rash was just as bad as the day before it was all
over my butt and around to the front. Just as I was about to get out I heard a
bunch of guys coming from the pool. They got there before I could get to my
towel.
"Look at the diaper boy, guys.
Poor baby's got a rash."
Someone asked, "what kind of
rash?"
"A DIAPER RASH."
The guys were really enjoying this as
they could get away with it since our regular coach wasn’t there. I dried off
and headed for my locker. As I opened it my cloth diapers fell out along with
the plastic pants.
"Look he’s got real baby diapers
today, not the Pampers."
How do I always get stuck in positions
like this. I really wanted to just shove them into the locker, but I knew if I
showed up at home with out them I would be in real big trouble. By now most of
the guys were in the shower so I spread them out on the bench and quickly
pinned them on with only a few guys staring at me from a distance. Then I
slipped on the plastic pants. Whew, got this much done without too much
problem, but the guys were starting to make their way back this way. I quickly
grabbed my overalls and pulled them on over my diapers and then got my T-shirt
on. I did it, not too bad, but very lucky. I got my shoes on and then fastened
my overalls. The guys took one look at me and burst in laughter.
"Josh, you might as well not wear
anything over them diapers. You look just like my little brother but he’s only
two."
I tried to ignore them as I walked
over to the coaches' office to get my jacket, and much to my surprise it was
locked. I asked one of the coach’s helper student teachers, I guess.
"Where's the coach ?"
He said he went to substitute at
another school for the rest of the day.
Oh man what am I going to do? No
jacket, and with these overalls everyone will find out, so I did the only
logical thing. I headed for the school gate. It was lunch time, who will miss
me? That's right, I cut school and went to a park and sat around in a secluded
spot until it was time to head for home. Wow, that was kind of easy.
Well, the next week before school was
out for Christmas. I was diapered the same way and I never showed up in school,
either. I found spots in the park where I could be all day and not see anyone,
and being that we’ve had a very warm winter here in California it was quite
nice to be outside.
Friday, the last day of school,
finally came and I again headed off to home. When I got there mom greeted me
and asked how school was, but had kind of a weird look on her face, but seemed
like nothing was wrong. She told me how good I had been for wearing the cloth
diapers to school and how it seemed to be clearing up the rash, almost gone
now. I went to my room where she changed me into some dry cloth diapers and put
me into some nursery printed pants. She then got a pair of jeans from my closet
that I had never seen before and handed them to me along with a striped t shirt
and told me to put them on.
"MOM these jeans have snaps in
the legs!"
"I know, Josh, I just finished
them today, do you like them?"
"No, they look like they belong
to a baby."
"Well, just put them on and get
downstairs for dinner."
I got them up over my diapers, and
again they fit pretty good, but with these cloth diapers it was impossible to
hide the fact I was DIAPERED. Dad was home by the time I got downstairs and we
all had dinner. He asked all of us how school was and we finished dinner. We
were just about done when mom mentioned that Joey’s mother had called.
"Josh? She wanted to know how you
were doing, as Joey hadn’t seen you in school for the last 4 days."
I just froze I couldn’t move. The
stares from my mom and dad were awful. They knew. They knew.
"Well, Josh, what do you have to
say. Josh? How are you, Josh?"
"Where did you go, young man, and
why the he-- weren't you in school?" my dad yelled.
"Dad, I just couldn’t, it was too
awful, with those cloth diapers, everyone could tell I was diapered and even
the guys on the swim team were making fun of me. I just couldn’t take it
anymore."
"Josh, if you just quit wetting
like a big baby this would all end and there would be no more diapers. Teasing
is no excuse for leaving school. I'm afraid there are consequences for your
actions, young man, and I want you now to go to your room and think about what
you have done.
Think about what I’ve done.
Chapter 12
Well, so here I am still sitting on my
bed. I wonder what my parents will do to me now that they have found out that I
cut classes at school for the last 4 days. Man, I should have told Joey but I
guess there are a few thinks that I should of done.
Yea, this is the worst part of a
upcoming punishment, the waiting. My parents seemed pretty mad but what are
they planning? I’ve been up here for almost an hour now waiting but I guess my
wait is over as I heard the approaching foot steps approaching.
"Josh we are really disappointed
in you, you have always been a good student, so we really don’t understand why
you skipped school. You know the only way to get rid of that rash was to have
you wear your cloth diapers and it worked; your rash is healed up. Maybe it was
too embarrassing but you could have come to us before going off on your own,
and you also know if you just stop wetting the bed at night and keep your
diapers dry in the day time you won’t have to worry about wearing diapers ever
again.
"But, young man, your cutting
classes cannot go unpunished. You get a good night's sleep and tomorrow you and
your mother have some shopping to do. Goodnight, Josh."
The side of my crib was raised and
they left my room I had plenty of time to think as it was only 7:00 PM and I
probably didn’t fall to sleep until about 9:00. What would they do?
Well morning came much too fast as
almost immediately after waking up Mom walked in.
"Is Josh our big boy this morning
or our baby boy?"
I lay there wondering just what she
was asking.
"Mom, I want to be your big
boy," hoping by just asking that maybe the diapers would go away.
"Fine Josh," as she lead me
off downstairs to the breakfast table and we all ate. She let me down from the
highchair and took me back to the nursery and removed my diapers and made me
take a bath, telling me not to get out until she came to get me. After about a
half hour or so she did come back. She had me get out and dried me off and took
me back to the nursery. I was lying back in the crib waiting for the upcoming
diapers when she returned and handed me what looked like shorts. Man are they
thick and they have nursery print on the outside of them. Why they are training
pants.
"Well, what are you waiting for,
Josh? If you want to be a big boy then put them on."
"Really Mom, I don’t have to wear
diapers?"
"Not if you don’t want to,
Josh."
I put them on and then my corduroy
pants and she handed me my striped T-shirt. Wow, this was great, no diapers,
it's been so long. Let's see, it was about May or June of last year the diapers
started.
She helped me with my high top shoes
and off we headed I did pause to look myself over in the mirror, and if you
didn’t know it you couldn’t tell I had on training pants.
Man, this was absolutely wonderful to
be out without those thick or noisy diapers on. Even though the training pants
were kind of thick they were no way near what diapers are. We climbed into the
car and off we headed.
"Where to, Mom?"
"Well, our first stop is near the
mall. We have to pick up some supplies. We drove around for about 30 minutes or
so and during that time I had realized that I had quite a bit to drink at
breakfast and I was beginning to feel it. She stopped the car near a drug store
and told me to wait and she would be right back.
"Mom, I think I have to use a
restroom."
"Oh, Josh, we just left the house
and we will be to the mall in just about 10 minutes; a big boy could
wait."
Well, no more needed to be said. I am
a Big Boy and I too, can wait. I sat there trying not to think about it but it
was hard not to as the pressure was increasing. Mom seemed to be gone forever
but it probably wasn’t really that long before she returned. She saw me
squirming around and told me to be still and not go through at antics of a 3
year old. Man it was tough, but I calmed down and before long we got to the
mall, but then trying to find a parking spot, we drove around and around and
finally found one.
"There Josh, we’re here."
I opened the door and got out, and
that's what must of done it. Sitting put pressure on me and as soon as I stood
up I wet my pants.
"Mom!" I called to her as
she was already out of the car heading toward the store.
"Mom!"
She looked back as other people were
arriving also.
"What is it, Josh? I thought you
were in a hurry to use the rest room?"
"Well, Mom, I kinda had an accident."
"What, Josh? I can barely hear you," she said as she was
heading back to the car.
""I had and accident."
Just then she rounded the
corner of the car and people were staring at us as they were walking by.
Oh, I see my big boy peed in his
pants. Josh your nothing but a BIG BABY."
She grabbed my hand and off we headed
toward the mall.
"Mom, please!" I pleaded but
she was determined to drag me with her. We got to the entrance of the mall and
went inside I could see my reflection in the glass doors as we entered and the
wet stain was really noticeable on those light tan pants. There was no doubt as
to what happened to my pants and everyone we passed looked my way. I even saw
some kids with their parents pointing my way.
"Mom, why are you doing
this?"
"Josh, you told me you wanted to
be a big boy, but from the looks of your pants I think not. But being a big boy
you have to face your actions. If you were still wearing your diapers, which I
figured you should be wearing, no one would even know you had wet yourself.
Seeing you, they might of thought you were in diapers, but they wouldn’t be
sure, right, Josh?"
"Yea, I guess so, Mom. "
"But seeing you in your peed
pants, everyone knows what happened and they have no doubt. Right, Josh?"
"Yea, Mom."
"Wel,l then next time you think
that wearing the diapers we put on you is too embarrassing, I want you to think
of this day. By the way, we have several more stops to make after the mall and
you will not be changed until we get home, so you better get used to the
stares."
With that little speech we headed off
to Sears and Mom picked up some Christmas presents she had on layaway. Of
course the line were long and just standing in them gave everyone a good chance
to see the 15 year old with wet pants. I heard several comments mostly from
smaller kids about that boy with the wet pants. As we headed back into the mall
we were in front of the rest rooms when Mom asked if I had to use them or if I
had done it all in my pants. I just shook my head that I didn’t need them and
we continued on. We made a couple more stops and then headed for the car we had
been in the mall at least a couple of hours. I’m sure everyone there had seen
me ,and now I was wondering if my pants would ever dry.
Mom opened the car door, but before
getting in she told me to wait. She got one of the bags and spread it on the
seat and then told me it was OK to get in. She just didn’t want the car seat to
get wet.
We drove a couple of blocks and pulled
into the parking lot of Babies R Us.
"Mom, what are we stopping here
for?"
"Well Josh, your plastic sheet is
starting to crack, so we have to get you a new one. Come on, let's go."
"Mom, not with my wet pants,
please."
"Oh Josh, how much worse than the
mall could this place be?"
Well, she had a point so I reluctantly
headed off with her. We entered the store and it was huge. I saw a large
selection of cribs off to the left and there was one almost exactly like mine
only somewhat smaller, we entered one aisle and there were all kinds of sheets.
As Mom was looking a sales girl came up to us.
"Can I help you?"
"No, we are just looking."
Just then she saw my wet pants and
offered Mom, “the children's diapers are on aisle 12 over there," as she
was pointing.
"Oh no, we don’t need any
diapers. He’s got plenty at home; matter of fact he should of had one on today
as you can see. What we are looking for is plastic mattress covers."
"Oh, follow me and I’ll show you
them." (Oh great now she knew I wet my bed also of course standing there
as I was guess it didn’t matter.)
As we followed she led us past some
diaper pails. Mom stopped and of course the sales girl did, also.
"Josh, get that one. Look how big
it is. It will hold a lot more diapers than your little one."
I picked up the one she pointed out
and carried it with us. Finally, getting to the correct aisle Mom picked out a
sheet and it even had kind of a nursery print on it.
"This will be just perfect,"
she said as she was holding it up.
"Josh, do you like it?"
We headed for the checkout stand and
proceeded to pay for my new stuff. Again, lots of stares, and that diaper pail
was huge.
We made one more stop at the grocery
store. Again I had to accompany Mom, but finally my pants were beginning to
dry, but now they were getting quite the odor. Now out of the store, we headed
for home. Man, it was almost 5:00. As soon as we got in Mom told me to put my
stuff away and she had to start dinner.
"Mom, can I change out of these
pants?"
"Josh, I can’t do it for awhile,
go ask your father."
"Dad, can you please give me some
clothes to change into?"
"Sure Josh, but what’s wrong with
what you’ve got on?"
"Well, I kinda, well I…"
Mom entered the room and told my dad,
"Josh peed in his pants at the mall and they are very smelly. He really
needs to be changed."
Dad seemed kind of mad as he went with
me upstairs.
"Josh, what’s the meaning? Why
are you still wetting your pants? A boy your age should have no trouble keeping
his pants dry for such a short time."
He really didn’t want an answer or at
least he gave me no time to answer. We entered my room and he told me to take
off my clothes. As he opened my closet he gave me a T-shirt and told me to put
it on and then he told me to get up in the crib. As I was climbing up he
grabbed a few diapers and brought them with him. Dad let me try the underwear I
had before.
"Well, your mother did buy a few
pairs of them, but from what I just heard you're not quite ready for them yet,
are you, Josh?"
Again, not waiting for an answer, he
wiped me off with a baby wipe and pulled the thick cloth diapers under me. He
powdered me and pinned them on very tightly. He then pulled up my legs a pair
of my nursery printed pants and once up over my diapers he had me sit on the
edge of the crib. He gave me my shoes and once on told me to get down.
"Dad, don’t I get any
pants?"
"Well, when you show me that you're a big boy then you can have the pants of a big boy. By the way, Josh I think the punishment for cutting your school classes will be, yeah, you will have to wear nothing but BABY clothes over your Christmas vacation and while home you will wear nothing over you diapers."
Chapter 13
The next morning after
awaking I found out that dad was serious about what he had threatened the night
before. He came in to get me out of my crib and even though I was very wet he
would not change me, he just took my hand and lead me off to breakfast. He
helped me into my highchair, which was not unusual by now as this occurred just
about every morning, but after breakfast was done he took me to my room and
changed my diaper. He put me back into another cloth one and pulled up my
plastic pants. As the house was kept fairly warm he didn’t even give me a t
shirt to wear and as he turned to leave I asked him for one.
"Josh, I told you since you don’t
seem to understand. Your punishment for your skipping all those days at school,
during Christmas break when you are at home you will get no other clothes to
wear other than your diapers." He then turned around and left. Wow, I knew
I heard what he said but he really was going to follow through with it as I was
left standing there.
Later that morning after I had finally
left my room I went down to watch some TV when a couple of my brother's
friend's came in and caught me there. Talk about vulnerable the way I was
dressed, or the lack thereof. I just sat there turning red.
"Josh my man, what’s up?"
Again I just sat there while they both
stared at me. My brother came down and met his friends.
"What’s going on with Josh?"
"The dumb baby skipped school
last week and he is being punished, he can’t wear any clothes other than his
diapers for the next two weeks."
"Bummer Josh, but you know you
look just fine in those baby pants," one of his friends said as they
headed for the door.
"Josh, we are going to wash our
cars out in the driveway, why don’t you come out and help us? It’s pretty warm
already."
Again I was silent as they headed out
the door. They never invited me to hang with them ever. But now when I couldn’t
they tease me.
I didn’t know but dad had overheard
everything and before I knew it he was standing in the TV room.
"Josh come over here," he
demanded. I got up and went over to him.
"You know, Josh, my car is
filthy, and since the other boys are out washing theirs I was thinking of
backing ours out and you could take care of cleaning it up. Besides, it’s such
a nice day out you should get out and enjoy it."
"DAD, you can’t be serious?"
"Why not, Josh? It will be good
for you."
I can’t go out in the front in just my
diapers. The neighbors and everyone will see."
"Oh, I’m sorry, that’s right, you
don’t want people to know even when we give you clothes to wear over them like
to school, Right. Then you just skip school and go off on your own. Well Josh,
I don’t really want everyone to know that I have a 15 year old son who still
needs diapers so put these on," as he tossed me those same red shorts and
a t shirt. I gladly pulled them up over my diapers and they were a pretty tight
fit, but better than just diapers. I noticed right away that when I bent over
my diapers stuck out the legs of the shorts by a lot.
Dad went to back out the car and told
me to get a bucket. I got a bucket from the laundry room but took my time as
even with my shorts on I really didn’t want to go outside,.
"JOSH!" my dad yelled. I
walked over to the garage door where he was standing. "Let's get a
move-on, young man."
"Nice shorts, Josh," my
brother pointed out to everyone.
"Yea, you can hardly see his
diapers," his friend added.
Dad left to go back in the house but
told me I had better clean the car really good. I had to share the hose with my
brother and his friends. It didn’t take them very long before "Spraying
the Baby With the Hose" became a popular game and they all took their
turns. I had the outside of dad's car almost done when my brother grabbed me
and his friend just soaked me down with the hose. Dad heard the noise and came
out to see what was happening.
"Josh you're really soaked."
"Not like it's the first time,
Dad," my brother added. "He’s soaked every night."
My brother and his friends went back
to their cars and as I opened the car door to start on the inside Dad noticed.
"Josh, I don’t think soooo."
I looked up at him with a puzzled
look.
"You're not getting in that car
with those soaking wet clothes on. Wait a minute, Josh."
He left and went back inside. Again my
brother and his friends caught me from behind and ripped off my T-shirt. Then
just like in gym class almost a year ago they pantsed me and ran off with my
shorts, leaving me standing there in just my diapers and plastic pants. Dad
opened the door and came out.
"Josh, here is a T-shirt."
he knew what happened. As I was putting it on he told me he couldn’t find any
shorts for me so to just hurry up and clean the inside if the car and then I
could come in.
I cleaned as fast as I could as I
could hear the guys making fun of me still. Boy, this was going to be a long
Christmas break as this was only the second day.
The weather started to get a bit
colder and even in the house it was a bit cool to run around in nothing but a
diaper so my dad finally let me wear a t shirt. A few of my mom’s friends had
stopped in during the day and I’m sure I was quite a sight wearing only the
diaper and T-shirt, and mom always made sure I had on some really juvenile
plastic pants.
We are now days from Christmas and
this morning we are going to the mall, OH BOY. Usually I loved to go, but with
what I’ve been through I just knew it would be a adventure. We headed off
except for my brother who was off with some of his friends. We got there and
headed to some stores for some last-minute shopping mom had to do. She asked my
oldest sister if she had to had all her gifts and she did.
"Mom, I think I need something
for Josh," and she whispered something to my Mom.
"OK, go get it, that would be
fun."
I watched her head off and turn into
the baby store which just awhile ago I picked up my diaper pail. We headed off
to a nearby store and mom made her purchases. As we were leaving she mentioned
that my sister had been gone for a bit longer than she thought she should, of
so we headed off in the direction of the baby store. I really didn’t want to go
there after my pants-wetting experience I had just been through, but my mom had
a hold of my hand and I had no choice. As we entered the store with me in tow
and my little sister not far behind we started looking around when all of a
sudden a familiar voice from the past sounded. Why yes it was that same “helpful”
sales girl. "Can I help you?"
As we turned she had the look of
recognition on her face she looked me over and said to my mom, "I see
you’ve taken care of his pants-wetting problem."
Mom and my sister just grinned. Mom
continued, "I’m looking for my oldest daughter she came in just about 15
minutes ago. She has blond hair and is about 12."
"Oh yes, she is getting a gift
wrapped in the back. She said it was for her brother and that must be
you," as she looked at me. "You will love it."
She told my mom that my overalls were
just darling and that I looked very cute in them all the word a 15 year old boy
doesn’t what to hear. My sister finally came out and met us and then off we
went again mom held my hand as if I was just a toddler.
"Mom, Mom, there is Santa,"
my little sister said. "Wouldn’t it be good to have Josh get his picture
with Santa?"
Mom looked at me and I just said NO.
My older sister agreed with the youngest and started to pressure mom.
"Mom, Josh really needs his
picture with Santa."
"OK girls, the line isn’t too
long so I guess we can."
Mom led me to the back of the line and
told me to get in there.
"Please, Mom."
"Just get in there or I will
stand there with you."
Man what's worse, getting your picture
with Santa, or having your mom stand there with you? So I got in line. Mom just
stood there as I really wanted nothing more than to just leave. I know I stood
out as all the other kids were probably all under the age of 6. There were a
few parents in line with some of them. Others were just watching and waiting to
get pictures when their kid got on Santa’s lap. I stood there for about 15
minutes and soon I was next. This little elf girl came up and asked if I wanted
to talk to Santa. I looked back and saw mom still watching and answered yes.
"Well, what’s your name?"
"Josh," I told her. Soon she
took my hand and walked me over to Santa.
"Santa, this is little
Josh," she told him. He patted his lap and had me sit on his knee I sat
down on his knee he asked if I had been a good boy and what I wanted for
Christmas.
Just then from across the way I heard
“Hey JOSH!” and looked up to see a couple of kids from my swim team. I knew
right then I wet my diapers just like a little kid and Santa knew it as he
jumped a bit even though he could tell I was diapered. As I got up to leave he
thanked me quietly for not wetting on him and told me to be a good boy and
maybe my Christmas wish would come true. I got up off his lap and walked back
over to where mom and my sisters were. Again I heard the voices of my class
mates: “Hey Diaper Boy, ya' ask Santa for more diapers?”
Man, was this embarrassing and my sisters were laughing as I got back to them. Mom just smiled as we went over to pickup my pictures with Santa. She bought several and gave me one. We left the mall and headed back home I was really wet by the time we got back home and Mom changed me for the night and even put me to bed. She came back in a few minutes later and gave me a bottle and kissed me goodnight. As I drifted off to sleep that night I had a lot to think about and I knew with Christmas just a few days away this would be one I would not forget.
Chapter 14
Well, here it is, Christmas morning,
as I lay here in my crib. I know it’s pretty early but as normal I’m not
allowed to get up until someone comes to get me out of my crib. All I can do is
lie here and think, you know the more I wear these diapers and mom and dad keep
me as a little kid. I, I think that I’m starting to enjoy it well at least part
of it. You know they don’t feel all that bad kind of good as a matter of fact,
but they are still really embarrassing to wear places probably made worst since
it seems the only clothes that mom has for me are styled more for little kids
than a boy of 15.
I think I hear someone coming to my
room.
"Good morning, Josh."
"Morning, dad," I tell him
as he lets the side rail down on my crib.
"Hope you’ve been a good boy as
I’m sure Santa brought you something," he said half-laughing as I’m sure
he was referring about me talking to Santa at the mall. It’s been the topic of
conversation for the past few days. He unsnapped the waist band of my pajamas
from the tops and pulled back the waistband for my plastic pants to reveal some
soggy diapers. Dad just patted my diapered butt and said, "well, why
should I expect you to be dry on Christmas? It would be a wonderful present you
could give your mother and me."
I’m sure I have been a big
disappointment for both of my parents but it's not like I can do much about my
bedwetting, and now being back in daytime diapers for so long I’m even
beginning to wonder if I can stay dry during the day?
He took my pajama top off and told me
to give him the pants also. I did so, thinking he would change my diapers and
give me some clothes to wear. Boy was I wrong.
"Josh, it’s pretty warm in the
house so you can just wear your diapers this morning."
"But Dad."
"No buts, Josh. I’ve let you
slide the last few day because it’s been kind of cold, but now that its warm
again you know the routine."
Not that I liked this but we headed
off to get some breakfast. I climbed into my highchair and mom tied my bib in
place and gave me a bowl of hot cereal “Oh Yum”.
All the kids wanted to open presents
after breakfast. All we heard was, “come on you guys. It’s time”.
"All right, we are coming, just
as soon as I change your brother. Mom, he’s been wet before, what's the big
rush today? He’s just a big baby anyway."
Mom grabbed a pair of terry-lined
pants and had me step into them.
"There Josh, these should hold
you for awhile."
Man, these were printed pants with
little bears on them and were kind of a yellow background. Wonderful.
We all got busy opening
presents and as always, only one of us could open a present at a time so
everyone could see what each other got. I didn’t realize it at the time but as
I opened each gift Mom or Dad would snap a picture of me and they were doing
the same for each of the other kids. My brother got a cool digital camera and
before long was snapping pictures along with them. There was so much going on
that I didn’t realize that so many pictures were being taken.
All of us got so really kewl stuff
except me. I got mostly baby stuff— some new plastic pants and shortall’s, and
even a couple of pairs of new overalls. One of these pairs even had teddy bears
on them. After everything had been opened mom and dad took us to the garage
and, upon opening it there were 4 new bikes. I really got the new mountain bike
I had hoped for. It is really great, and for the moment I forgot about all
those other things I had received. We all thought these bikes were the best and
could hardly wait to get out and try them out and this Christmas was pretty
warm outside so we really could.
My sisters went upstairs to change
into some play clothes so they could get out and try those new bikes out as did
my brother, I wanted to join them but mom said she would change me as soon as
the dust settled. Soon, though, I was up in the crib getting my very wet
diapers changed. This time she put me in a youth sized Attends and sent me off
to go try out the new bike.
It was great. The gears are so low on
my bike I could probably climb anything, and it even has a shock mount front
end. What more could a kid ask for?
Dad called us all in as we had to get
ready to go over to my parents' friends' house for Christmas dinner. These
people were always fun to go see and had kids of their own all about the same
age as my brother and me and my oldest sister, but they had all boys. We went
upstairs to get ready and mom came in to change me she took off my by now wet
attends and cleaned me up she then grabbed more cloth diapers and had me lift
up as she slid them under my butt and pulled them tight between my legs and
pinned them on very tight. She then slid a pair of plastic pants down my legs
and again had me raise up so she could get them over my diapers these were
brand new pants and the smell was really good. I don’t know why but the smell
of baby powder and that of new plastic pants get me really excited and I think
mom is beginning to notice. She should, as she does most of my diaper changes.
She opened my closet and got my new overalls and had me step into them and then
fastened the straps tightly enough so they wouldn’t come off too easily. Well,
at least they weren't the ones with the bears, but they did have snaps down the
legs. I wasn’t too keen on seeing these kids this way as I hadn’t seen them
since I had been put back into diapers and wasn’t sure how they might react.
Off we headed as the car trip would
take about and hour or more as they lived way down in Pasadena. Once we got
there it was the moment of truth as all of them were outside waiting. We all
got out of the car and everyone was greeting everyone, but no mention of my
diapered state was mentioned. All of us kids were playing in the yard and
having a great time. They had everything there: basketball court, pool (a
little too cold for that),tennis court and the boy even had built a tree house
some years before, that was really kewl. A couple of hours had passed and mom and
theirs brought us out stuff to drink and everyone enjoyed something, they also
informed us that dinner would be in about an hour or so.
The middle boy, who, 14, almost my
age, came over and asked me to come up to the tree house with him, which I
followed him up. It was neat and had a view forever, at least over a couple of
the neighbors' yards.
"Josh?"
"What Jimmy?"
"What you wearin'? Mom said your
mom put you back in diapers, and it sure looks like you are. Are ya?"
I turned twenty shades of red, no
matter how many times someone asks you it just doesn’t get any easier.
"Well Jimmy, no. Why would your
mom tell you something like that?"
"Sorry Josh, I just wasn’t sure,
but I had to find out."
Man how did I get off that easy, he
must be really stupid.
We all sat down to eat and since the
table wasn’t big enough for everyone the kids sat at a table in the kitchen,
just me Jimmy and my sisters. Everyone else sat in the dining room. Mom took
really good care of us and waited on us constantly. It seemed really weird not
sitting in a highchair. Mom had served us just about everything when my
youngest sister asked, “Mom shouldn’t Josh be wearing his bib? What if he get
stuff all over himself?"
Mom really tried to shut her up but it
came out too quick.
"Josh is a big boy and doesn’t
need a bib."
All the while Jimmy was just staring
my way. After mom left, Jimmy, kidding, asked, "Josh, do you normally use
a bib?"
Of course my sisters jumped right in
with, “well duh baby Josh eats in a highchair dad made for him.”
"Shut up you two. What ya going
to do, wet your baby pants Joshey?"
Man, there was no use with two little
sisters. Mom walked in and heard my sisters in action and told them to stop
teasing, which they finally did. The rest of the meal was rather quiet I
certainly didn’t want to start any new conversation, being afraid where it
might lead to.
After dinner we all gathered in the
living room and watched some TV and the adults started to play some kind of
card game. I know Jimmy told his brothers what he had found out to be true as
they were all watching me awfully close, and my brother, who also loved to try
to tease me after returning form the bathroom, asked if I needed to use it,
commenting that he hadn’t seen me use it all day.
It was around 9:00 when mom and dad
walked in, and instead of telling us to get ready to go home they had decided
to play what ever game it was they were playing and that we would all be put to
bed until they were ready to go except for my brother and there oldest son, who
could stay up. I looked at mom and she looked back and came over and told me
not to worry.
"OK, kids," their mom told
them, "go get your pajamas on an get ready for bed."
The two youngest ran off toward their
rooms as Mom took me and my sisters off to their parents' room. As we entered
their room Mom told us that we would sleep in here and she and dad would wake
us when it was time to leave. Mom then called me over and undid my pants which
I tried to grab but they slid to the floor. She then pulled back the waistband
of my plastic pants and checked my diaper to see how wet I was.
"Whew, Josh you're soaked! I’d
better change you, wouldn’t want you wetting their bed."
She left to get the diaper bag from
our van and upon returning she changed me, Man it felt good to get those wet
diapers off. I hadn’t asked earlier for I felt to self-conscious. She put me
back in really thick night diapers and patted my butt as she tucked us in,. She
turned out the lights as she left the room and headed back to their card game.
It couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes before the two youngest boys came in
the room.
"Josh, we just gotta know if it’s
true."
"If what’s true?" I asked
innocently.
"You wearin' diapers?"
"NO, go away."
Just then they pulled the blankets off
me as I struggled to hold them in place. They just stood there as if they were
in shock and They stared at my thickly padded butt and those shiny white
plastic pants.
"Josh, you are a big baby,"
one finally said. Just then they heard someone coming and ran off back to their
room, and that was the last I saw of them that night.
The next thing I remember of that trip
was waking up in my crib at home the next morning. The next week passed about
the same as the one before Christmas, and for New Year's cousin Dorothy came
over to baby-sit for me and my sisters. They all took turns telling me I should
be Baby New Year as I was the only one still in diapers, but I got put to bed
way too early too even think of staying up to celebrate the New Year.
Soon it was back to school and my
punishment had ended I got my clothes back and it was a good thing as it’s been
really cold here, especially for southern California. Nothing new at school,
just the usual teasing from the other kids, but until I can convince mom and dad
that I don’t need them anymore that will still go on. I guess I’ll be the baby
of the family as long as MOM and DAD sees fit.
It’s now coming up on April and a lot of my friends are getting learner's permits for their driving license’s. Man, April 9th, I could too. I wonder what Mom and Dad would say? My brother got his when he was 15 ½ . Well, I think I will ask them soon, I’ll let you know what happens.
Chapter 15
Hey guys sorry it’s been so long to
update you but with school coming to an end and all it’s been really busy.
Thanks to all of you who E mailed me it for you guys I’m writing this for, only
heard from a couple of you who wear diapers to high school but most of you want
to, not because you have to like me though, oh well I know there are others
besides me and Joey.
Our swim team has been very good this
year and I hold the record for the 100 and 200 meter freestyle for our school
and am 2nd in the district. I have gotten teased quite a bit, even from my own
teammates for wearing these stupid diapers, but I guess maybe I can’t blame
them. I have found Little Swimmers diaper/pants hanging on my locker or just
Pampers, and at one meet some yelled out just as was about to dive in “don’t
pee in the pool.” Yea real funny. Then at one meet one of the guys pushed me
into the other team's locker room just after I had taken off my pants and all I
had on was my Attends diaper. The other team had a field day with that,
"look he got plastic Speedo’s on. Naw, those are baby diapers. Pretty young
team were up against, maybe we should have this meet at the park in the kiddy
pool?" Well, this meet I came in first in three events and the guys
couldn’t say to much more for the diaper kid who made them all look bad.
I think I told you that most everyone
I knew except Joey had got their permits to drive. Well, you should of seen my
mom and dad when I asked them if I could get mine. I waited 'til a weekend on
Saturday morning after breakfast my brother and sisters were all out of the
house and mom and dad were sitting have a cup of coffee.
"Mom, Dad, could I ask you guy
something?"
"Sure, Josh, what is it?"
"Well, I was kinda sorta of
wondering if I could..... Could....."
"Well, for heaven's sake Josh,
what is it, do you need to be changed already or what?" Mom responded.
"No Mom, I just was wondering if
maybe I could get my driver's permit, you know, I’m signed up for drivers
education next fall."
They just sat there and stared at me
like they didn’t hear a thing that I had said.
"Well, can I?"
Looking back I’m sure the stare was
because I looked soooo goofy standing there in a t shirt and my night cloth
diapers and plastic pants but that all I was allowed to wear on weekends.
"Josh, let me get this straight,
son," my dad started. "You our 15 years old."
"15 ½, Dad," I reminded him.
"Oh yeah, 15 ½ year-old son who
is still in diapers for being such a baby at night wants to get a drivers
license? Is that right, Josh?"
"Not a license, dad, a permit,
and then you guys can take me out driving."
"Oh yes, we did that with your
brother, didn’t we?"
"Yea Dad."
"Josh, you must be kidding, you
can’t even keep you bed dry. I’m sure we are going to let you drive."
But Dad that's not fair everyone I
know are getting their permits, please."
"Well, we will think about it and
let you know later on. Now go out and play in the yard."
I really didn’t expect that kind of
reception from Mom and Dad and really didn’t know just what to think. A little
while later Joey showed up and Mom sent him to the yard where I was.
"Hey, Joey, what’s up?"
He seemed awfully quiet today and
looked as he was about to cry. We played catch for awhile and he seemed to calm
down. He had shorts on over his diapers and as hot as it was that day I’m sure
he wished he could of taken them off and just been in diapers like me. We
stopped for awhile and he finally started to talk to me he told me last night
was his deadline to stop wetting the bed and he pulled down his short a little
to show me he was still in his very wet night diapers.
"So Joey, what kind of deadline
is it?"
"You know now I have to wear them
all summer. Dad says he’s going to treat me just like a baby and I will be in
these diapers all the time. Man, I don’t know if I can do it. At night and the
times I had to wear them to school was bad enough, now he said I have to use
them and him and Ma will toilet train me before school starts next fall."
"Wow I'm sorry, Joey, but as you
can see I’m pretty much already there." Then I told him what I talked to
my parents about this morning.
"What, they are going to let you
get your permit? That’s so kewl."
"Yea, I think they will after
they remembered that my brother got his about this same time."
Joey left right after lunch and his
diapers were dragging. I was back outside when Mom called.
"Josh, come inside, please."
I hurried off to see what they wanted.
"Yea Mom?" I asked as I
entered the kitchen.
"Josh, let's get you changed. You
are pretty wet, young man, and I don’t want to see you as wet as your friend
Joey."
"Thanks mom, he was really
wet."
She again put me in some thick cloth
diapers but it’s pretty much normal for weekends. Dad entered the room.
"Well, is he ready, or have you
told him?"
"No dear, I haven’t told him a
thing. I thought we could get him ready and then take him for his surprise. She
then produced a real short pair of shortalls and a t shirt which she dressed me
in. I don’t know where she got these as they still keep my closet locked so I
can’t choose any of my own clothes. She then gave me a pair of white high top
shoes and socks and had me put them on as I sat on the floor every time I
lifted my leg the diapers would show.
"Come along, Josh, it’s surprise
time."
Dad and mom and myself got in the car
and off we went. They definitely would not say where to, though. We drove for
quite some time before dad pulled into the DMV. I hadn’t even thought that they
were open on weekends, but for licenses and registration they were.
"Josh, here we are, you want to
get your permit, let's go get it."
"D...Dad you can’t be serious? I
can’t go in dressed like this."
"Well, son, if you want it you
will have to go in like you are, or maybe we should just forget the whole
thing?"
I sat there stunned, I really want to
get in but, man, I looked like a big toddler what would people say.
"Well Josh, what is it?
Josh?" I almost started to cry I was so close but yet so far.
"Josh, what will it be,
son?"
"OK Dad, you win, I go."
This, I guess stunned both of them,
but I just couldn’t let them win again. Mom accompanied me in as I guess Dad
was too embarrassed to be seen with his diapered son. She kind of kept her
distance but stayed with me. We went up to the information desk and the guy
there asked if he could help.
"Where do I go to get my driving
permit?"
"Well, right over there. Just
follow the red line."
As I backed away from his counter he
said, "you know, you have to be 15 ½ and have a birth certificate."
"I know," I told him and mom
said she had the certificate. Mom stayed with me in line and I over heard a few
comments from people on how young the future drivers are getting. One woman
said as she passed, "they are just babies," and I heard a lot of
snickering and heads turning to see. It seemed like forever, but we made it to
the window. He looked at me and asked to see the birth certificate. Mom gave it
to him and he asked me if I had any physical handicaps but I told him no. I’m
sure he was wondering about the diapers as they showed every time I moved. Mom
paid him the fee and he gave me a booklet and we turned around and left. About
half way out I dropped the booklet and some papers out of shear nervousness and
bent over to get them. I heard a few smaller kids say, "look mom, the big
kid is still wearing diapers." I picked the stuff up and we quickly left,
and none too soon. We got back to the car and Dad seemed really surprised that
I had went through with it.
"Wow Josh, you really did it. I’m
proud of you, son," he told me. I didn’t tell him how wet my pants were
from the fright of this whole event, and after we got home he told the whole
family of my accomplishments. The rest of the day I was just really jazzed at
getting what I wanted and not letting them torment with yet another goal.
After my bath and Mom putting me into
my night diapers Dad came in the tell me goodnight as he raised the rail on my
crib.
"Oh by the way, Josh, where is
your permit?"
"Over there on the table."
He kind of looked but didn’t see it.
"Dad, next to the plastic
pants."
This seemed to hit him, "Josh,
you left your permit on your changing table?"
"Yea dad, where else can I?"
He picked it up and with my mom in the
room told me I could have it back when I stopped wetting my bed!
"But dad, you said…"
"I know what I said and I don’t
know what I was thinking Nobody in diapers should be driving and that's final.
If you really want it back then just stop wetting your bed, young man."
He then closed the door and left me in
my crib. I lay there in shock after the hype of the day. To be let down like
that was unbelievable. I know I cried myself to sleep that night and in the
morning awoke to a very wet diaper. It seemed to be late morning already as I
waited for some to come and let me out of my baby prison. I knew from the past
that there was no way I could get out on my own. I waited for what seem to be
hours but with no clock in my room who knows how long it really was. All I knew
is that I needed to more than wet the need to poop was getting very strong.
After awhile I called for mom or dad but no one came and then it happened I
couldn’t hold it any longer.
I sat up in the crib and couldn’t
believe at what just happened this hadn’t happened in a long time as they will
usually let me use the bathroom when I have to go. Every time I move the mess
just squished around in my pants and the smell even though it was mixed with
the fragrance of baby powder it was still a lot to take.
I sat for what seemed hours before I
heard foot step approaching my door, and opening it was none other than my Dad.
"Phew! Someone filled their pants
I take it?" I just sat there.
"Dad, I called you and mom, but
nobody came to get me. I just couldn’t help it."
"Yea son, I know you just
couldn’t help it," he commented as he let the side on my crib down.
"Put these on and let get some
breakfast. Your mother has it ready."
"Dad.... Aren’t you gonna change
me? Please?"
"Later, son, that extra pair of
baby pants should cut down on the smell. Your mother has breakfast all ready
for everyone, we don’t want to keep her waiting."
We walked in and dad put me back into
my highchair and pushed the tray on locking me in. It really felt weird having
the mess slid around and it really made me feel like a baby.
My brother started off, "So Josh,
I heard you want to learn how to drive a car? Let me just suggest when you take
driver education don’t poop your pants or nobody will want to ride with
you." They all got a laugh out of my real funny brother.......
After breakfast Mom left me in my
highchair and she and dad took seats next to me. "Josh, we were thinking
last night and are really serious about having you stop your bedwetting. We had
figured that the embarrassment of what you have been through would of given you
the encouragement that you needed BUT we were wrong. You are still wetting just
as much as before if not even more. We talked to Joey’s parents and they told
us what they had planned for him and we kind of agree maybe that’s what you
need."
"What do I need?" I asked
through a stream of tears.
"We have to start all over with
you, from the beginning, so as soon as you are out of school you will be
treated as a baby and then later this summer we will try to potty train you
again, just as if you were a toddler again."
"Mom, Dad, this isn’t fair."
"I know, son, but all this extra
work your bedwetting has put upon us is not fair, either."
Mom let me down from my chair and went about changing my diapers she unpinned them and had me take a bath after rinsing off real good. As I lay there and got a new diaper pinned all I could think about is my new summer vacation. I was sure it would be a summer that I would remember."
Chapter 16
A LETTER FROM JOSH:
Well, one more short week of school
and it’s out for summer. Well, normally I would really be looking forward to
this event, but with the threat made by mom and dad a few weeks ago about the
full baby treatment? I’m really not sure what to make of it. I’ve been trying
to keep a low profile around them. Nothing more has been mentioned about it,
fortunately.
Joey, on the other hand, has been
going through a lot of problems with his parents. His dad is back to spanking
him every time he wet the bed, and, like me it’s almost every night, but like
he said at least they backed off of the full-time diapers for him. Now all he
has to figure out is how to make those spankings less painful.
I guess my driving this summer is a
goner. Though. Dad ripped up my permit and said when I can stay dry then he
will let me get another permit, quite an incentive. I just don’t know how to
achieve it..... I’m really trying.... I am.....
You know, I have been thinking about
this punishment since they sounded so serious about it, I mean, I’m already in
full-time diapers— what more could they
do?
Well, maybe if I just don’t mention
anything about it they will forget about it?
Sorry this is so short but I’ll let
you know what happens when school get out.
Josh
Chapter 16
(continued)
Hi guys, it’s Thursday and school is
out tomorrow, so far so good. Mom and dad haven’t said a word and it seems like
they have forgotten about the threat. Whew.
We just had our team pictures taken
and the camera guy had to take it twice since one of the swimming comedians
held up a “Little Swimmers” package over my head for the first shot. The coach
caught him in time and they had to re shoot. All and all things went pretty
good this year, guess it could of been worse. Poor Joey is really hurting,
getting paddled every day. I know my dad tried it years ago with me and just
gave up after seeing it was doing no good at all.
Well, I better be turning off this
computer before I get called up to bed. It’s almost 8:00. Hey, don’t laugh; for
awhile it was 7:30. I’ll take what I can get. There’s mom calling now.
“Josh, what you doing on the computer
so much?”
“Nothing, mom, just playing games.”
“OK, let me check your pants, Josh,
before you get up in the crib.”
“Mom, you just changed me after my
bath.” She then stuck her hand down the front of my diaper just like you would
a toddler, man, I hate that.
“OK, up you go, Josh.” She pulled the
sheet up over me and patted my butt and then pulled the crib rail up into
position. “Night, night Josh, sleep good.”
“Night, mom.” She closed my door. It’s
really hard to get to sleep when your not really tired. I’ve found sometimes I
start rubbing myself through my baby pants and it feels real good, I guess,
Well, I know I made stickies in them and once I do that I fall asleep really
quick, night all.
Well, I only had a half day of school
and that’s it. It passed very quickly and I got home about lunch time. Mom
checked my pants and decided I wasn’t wet enough to change yet, so we ate lunch,
and as usual I was put in my highchair. I took my usual nap in the afternoon
and had dinner. I then headed off to use the computer.
“Josh,” I heard mom call.
“What, mom?”
“Come here, please.”
“OK, coming, Mom.” I entered the
family room and Mom and Dad were both there.
“Sit down, Josh, we need to talk to
you. Son, (my dad started) you did very well in school this year and we are
very proud of you for that, BUT we still have the problem of your pissing the
bed every night. We thought when we diapered you that it would have the effect
of embarrassing you enough to stop, but that hasn’t happened. Well, we told you
a couple of weeks ago that if you hadn’t stopped by summer vacation you would
get the full baby treatment. You might of thought we had forgotten, but we just
didn’t say anything so you could put all of your concentration of keeping dry.
Your mom has kept track of your wetting for the last 2 weeks and you have only
achieved 2 dry nights. Not very good for a 15-, well, almost 16-year-old, wouldn’t
you say?”
“Yea, I guess not, dad. But what do
you mean by ‘the baby treatment’?”
“Well, Josh this is what we expect:
(1)
24 hour diapers / NO toilet use
(2)
Playpen play only / no playing big boy games
(3)
NO TV except if someone else is with you and they turn it on
(4)
NO computer use
“You, know, Josh, your mother has said
you have been spending a lot of time on the computer and I found a link to
Deeker, and when I looked it up it looked like some kind of diaper site, what
is this all about?”
Well, I found it accidentally when I
was on one time, dad.”
“Do you like wearing diapers, Josh?”
“NO, dad, you guys did this to me.
Sometimes I don’t even know when I wet myself anymore.”
“Well, Josh, this full baby treatment
is what this will fix you, and in a month or two we can potty train you all
over again. You will be treated exactly like a 2 year old until we say so, do
you understand Josh?”
“Man, this isn’t fair, dad. You mean I
can’t even play with Joey this summer?”
“Well, only if we say so.”
So it started. Dad went with me to the
computer room and erased the link to Deeker’s. Thankfully he didn’t find the
letters I have been writing.
“Say good-bye to the computer, Josh,”
he said while laughing.
BYE.
Hi who ever you all are.
I’m Chris Taylor, Josh’s older
brother, I found this address, Deeker’s, in a file Josh created and all these
letters. I began reading them and I kind of feel sorry of the little guy, but
I’m not as bad as he would make me out. When Mom and Dad started diapering Josh
it was probably because of my complaining about the room we used to share and
it always smelled like pee, it was BAD. I knew he was going to get his own room,
but I didn’t think it would be a big baby nursery, but then again, Josh is a big
baby.
You know, he always was trying to hang
with me and my friends but he isn’t very good in sports, except swimming (maybe
that’s because of his nighttime problem). Sorry, that’s not very nice. Well,
anyway, I never wanted him around; he is just too young.
I know I have done my share of teasing
Josh, but I really think he deserved most of it. He really is a baby most of
the time and that friend Joey he hangs with is just as bad, if not worse. I
can’t believe after reading Josh’s letter Joey's dad treats him the way he does.
Maybe I should tell mom and dad so maybe they could help Joey.
Anyway, we are into the second week of
summer vacation here in California, and for me and my friends it’s beach time.
I’ve got to go almost every day and poor Josh is just left in his playpen with
all his baby toys. I guess mom and dad were really serious about doing that to
him. He stays in there all day except for his nap time or when mom changes him.
Our youngest sister loves to leave the TV on for him, but it’s something like
Barney or something which she knows he really hates. But what are little
sisters for?
When my girlfriend saw him the first
time (and I had told her about Josh) she thought he was so adorable in his
diapers and some of the cute baby outfits mom has made him. I’ll bet she
wouldn’t think that if she had to change his stinky pants. She even thought
that we should take him to the beach with us and even asked my mom if we could.
I told her I didn’t think it would be a good idea and thanks to mom, she told
my girlfriend that maybe latter this summer, but for at least the first month
she thought Josh should be kept at home and be in his baby environment. She did
tell her that Josh was coming along fast as he isn’t allowed to talk only if
spoken to. He did try at first but mom washed his mouth out with soap. If he
dirties his diaper (you know, with poo) he has to wait ‘til mom or dad check on
him, usually not too long as it smells up the room awfully quick. But wet
diapers, I know he has worn them a long time.
I’ll keep you updated on Josh’s
progress or lack there of if you wish. Just let me know.
Chris.