MARC AND FRED’S ADVENTURES
Chapter 1
Original title: Les aventures de Marc et Fred
Author:
bebemanu ([email protected])
Date: June
2005
Translation:
bebemanu ([email protected])
Date: June
2005
Public: All
public
Copyright:
bebemanu © 2005
Publication:
Tbkingdom.com © 2005 (for the French version)
Deeker.com and Teenbabynet.org © 2005 (for
the English version)
Summary: A
young boy tells, how his mother, put him back in diapers, at 11 years old.
Reproduction
and publication, even partial, prohibited without obtaining the preliminary
authorization of the author, the translator, and/or the editor.
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Marc is a
boy like the others, who likes the video games, to play outside with his
buddies, and to ride skate board. Nothing distinguishes him from the other boys
of his age if it’s not that he always wet his bed, with the great distress of
Camille, his mother. Camille tested all for Marc doesn’t wet any more his bed:
alarm clock in the middle of the night, not of drink during the evening lunch,
and I pass from there. Nothing made there. Frederic, Marc’s brother, is 11
years old, and he, also, made pee with the bed by the past. With a ready
difference, his enuresis stopped at the age of 9 years old. Camille and Claude
(Marc’s father) profited owing to the fact that Frederic didn’t put any more
diapers at night to make the same way with Marc. That coincided with the school
re-entry. For Marc, it was the age to enter to the primary school, in the first
grade. Camille and Claude decided to remove him the diapers at night. They
thought: perhaps combined with the entry in the first grade, that would make a
shock to Marc, and that he perhaps stop making pee with the bed. So, nothing
made there, and Marc continued to make pee with the bed every night. Marc was
now 8 years old, and was going to return with the third grade. His mother
thinks that he has to consult a specialist, and decided to bring him along to
see a pedo-psychiatric to know if Marc didn’t have an unspecified problem. The
pedo-psychiatric saw Marc during several meetings, and also saw his mother
several times. Finally, he said to Camille that Marc didn’t suffer from any
pathology whatever she is. He explained to her that this kind of problem of
enuresis was very often hereditary or genetic. With against heart, Camille had
to acknowledge with the doctor that she even had make pee with the bed until
the age of 17 years old. She thought that the doctor didn’t anything else but
confirms her some people already said to her. Camille had to accept fate and to
make with the enuresis of her son. It should nevertheless be said that Marc
benefited well from his problem of pee to the bed, and that, certain times, it
added some by playing the baby. One evening of November, Camille spoke
lengthily with Claude, and they decided that the best solution would be to
convince Marc than, best for him, (and for his parents), would be that he
agrees to wear back some diapers. They decided to speak to Marc about it a few
days later, it wasn’t won...
One Friday
evening, after Marc had taken his bath, Claude and Camille saw him in his room
where he was playing with his X-Box. They asked Marc to stop part because they
had to speak to him. Marc was carried out and sat down on his bed.
-What’s the
matter? He asked.
-His mother
sat down beside him and took one of his hands.
-Marc. For
dad, it’s necessary that we speak to you seriously.
-I listen to
you mom.
-We spoke
much about your problem of pee to the bed. With dad, we wonder if you like to
awake in a wet bed and in a soaked pyjamas?
-No, I don’t
like, because it’s wet, and cold.
-It’s well
what we thought Marc, and I well want to believe that it’s not pleasant.
-Yes mom,
but the doctor said that there was nothing to do, and perhaps that I would stop
one day, to make pee with the bed, like Fred.
-I know my
baby, but it’s not a reason so that every morning, you continuous to awake in a
soaked bed full of pee.
-Yes, but
what could we then?
-You don’t
have an idea, Marc? Claude asked.
-Euh...
answered marc while reddening slightly.
An idea
crossed his head, but he thinks that his parents will never want. Marc thought
about diapers that he wore until he was 6 years old. His mother had withdrawn
to him by saying to him that now he was a big boy, and that they were the
babies who wear layers. He thought that at that time, he didn’t awake in a wet
bed and in a soaked pyjamas. Marc left his thoughts when his father said:
-With mom,
we thought about something, which for us is the best solution, but you will
certainly dislike it.
-What is it,
diapers?
Claude and
Camille were looked at astonished, and couldn’t answer immediately. Claude decided.
-Yes Marc.
With mom, we thought that the best for everyone would be than you put you back
in diapers to sleep. It would avoid you awaking in a wet bed and in a soaked
pyjamas, and that would also avoid to mom having to wash your cloths and your
sheets all days.
-I will wear
back some diapers to sleep?
-Yes my
baby... answered him timidly Camille.
-Cool! Marc
exclaimed while hopping on his bed.
Claude and
Camille believed neither their eyes of them, nor their ears. Marc was glad to
wear back some diapers!
-But Marc,
that please to you to wear back some diapers to sleep? Camille asked.
-Yes. I
liked before when you put my diaper on me on the evening, to go to sleep, like
a baby.
-As well, I
have to say that I didn’t expect that you would agree so quickly.
-Why? With a
diaper at least, I will not awake in a wet bed and a soaked pyjamas.
-Very well!
In front of this enthusiasm, tomorrow afternoon, we will buy diapers, and all
that you need.
-What do I
need mom?
-Diapers,
plastic pants, cream, talc, wipes.
-Plastic
pants? What for?
-So with a
plastic pant, your diaper will be well maintained, and it avoids the leaks.
-Then ok for
the plastic pants. Mom, is there some baby clothes for my size?
-What are
you talking about Marc?
-You know,
the t-shirts you put to me before, theses one which close themselves between
the legs by snaps?
-It’s called
an onsie Marc. You want to wear onsies too to sleep?
-Yes, I wore
some quite before.
-But Marc, I
don’t know if onsies exist for your size.
-Oh, ok!
Answered Marc disappointed.
Claude and
Camille left the room and let marc continue his part of video game. While
playing, Marc didn’t stop thinking that tomorrow evening; he would sleep with a
diaper, like before. He was in a hurry even to be at tomorrow to go to buy his
diapers and his plastic pants with his mother. Came back in the living room,
Claude and Camille sat down on the sofa, and were looked without saying any
words. Camille thought about Marc there is a little more than two years. At
this time, Marc slept equipped almost like a baby. Diaper, onsie, pyjamas, and
his pacifier in the mouth. She thought that they both removed all that to him
of only one blow. Marc had much evil to be done with the fact of sleeping
without his pacifier. Camille thought that it was nice at that time. She broke
silence and said to Claude:
-If I had
known, I wouldn’t have to withdraw his diapers to him there’s two years ago.
-You
couldn’t know it my darling.
-I’m really
astonished that he thought himself about the diapers.
-You know
Camille, Marc is an intelligent child.
-Yes, it’s
true. But I really thought that he would have refused to wear some diapers
back.
-He agreed
to wear back some, and it’s the main thing, not?
-Yes, you
are right.
Camille
rose, and went to the kitchen where she started to prepare the evening meal.
Claude, turn on the television.
Forty five
minutes later:
-Time lunch!
Camille exclaimed.
-Okay mom!
Marc gets down the staircases and sat down opposite his father, as with his
practice. Frederic would return only from here a few minutes because Friday
evening, it went to his judo lesson, and never returned before 07:30 pm.
Camille finished putting the dishes on the table when Frederic returned.
-Hello
everyone!
-Good
evening my big boy.
-Hello Fred.
-Good
evening my darling. Sit down at table; you will go to take a shower afterwards.
-Yes mom.
Fred answered.
The meal
proceeded as usual, and everyone spoke about all and nothing. The meal is the
only moment when everyone is joins together, and where everyone can exchange ideas,
and its point of view. In some other families, silence must be a quasi monk,
but not at the Gourbain’s home. Claude had always put a point of honour for
that. He thought that it’s normal to let his children talking when they are in
family, and, which place finds completely normal to let better than the table,
joins together the family all the days? None... The conversations went good,
but nothing filtered concerning Marc’s return into diapers. Moreover, he
wondered how his mother was going to say it to his brother and how Frederic was
going to take it. He thought that he didn’t see why it would take it badly
since he had stopped making pee with the bed there’s only two years ago. But it
apprehended Fred’s reaction, and was especially afraid of the mockeries,
because his brother changed a little since it got to the college. In fact, he
thought that he will well see it. Once the meal finished, Fred is gone to take
a shower, and Marc is turned over to play the X-Box. Camille made the crockery,
and Claude looked at the television news.
When Fred
left the bathroom, it went to see what his little brother was doing.
-What game
are you playing Marc?
-I’m playing
to Final Fantasy.
-Where are
you in the game?
-Well, look
at it.
-Ah ok. You
are able to keep a secret?
-Yes why?
-You swear
not to repeat it to mom?
-It’s sworn!
-Last night
I had an accident...
-Ann
accident? You fell from your bed and you hurt yourself?
-No, idiot!
I had an accident...
-I don’t
understand. What are you talking about?
-You are
really idiot Marc. When I say that I had an accident, I meant say that I made
pee with the bed.
-What? You
peed with the bed last night?
-Yes...
-How did you
do for mom doesn’t see it?
-It was a
small accident. I gave my feather bed over like every morning, and then she
didn’t saw it.
-I hope that
she didn’t saw it, because if she saw it, she will ask questions for herself.
-If she saw
it, I would tell her the truth.
-Then why
you didn’t you said it to her this morning when you get down to the kitchen?
She wouldn’t have thundered you. But if she realizes it, she will thunder you
because you didn’t say it to her.
-I know, but
I have shame to made pee with the bed.
-You don’t
have to have shame Fred. You know, me I don’t have shame to make pee with the
bed.
-Yes but me
I go to the college, and I wouldn’t like that my buddies learn it.
-How do you
want them to learn it?
-It’s for
that reason that I asked to you whether you were able to keep a secret.
-Yes, don’t
worry!
-Thank you
little brother...
Frederic was
going to leave when Marc decided to deliver to him a secret.
-Fred!
-Yes Marc?
-As you
entrusted me a secret, I’ll say to you one about me.
-Ok, I
listen to you.
-You swear
me that you will not repeat it to my buddies?
-Yes. And
then if I say it to them, you will repeat my secret to my buddies, like that,
there’re no risks.
-I will wear
back some diapers to sleep?
-What?
-You well
understood. I will wear back some diapers to sleep.
- But dad
and mom will see it!
-Yes, but
it’s not a problem, because it’s them both who proposed it to me.
-As well,
you’re lucky to be able to wear back some diapers to sleep. Because mom didn’t
ask me for my opinion 4 years ago when she removed me mine.
-Why? You
liked to wear diapers?
- Yes. I
preferred that to awake in a wet bed and in a soaked pyjamas.
-Same for me
and it’s why I will wear back some.
-You will
wear some from when?
-Tomorrow
evening. We will buy what it’s necessary for me tomorrow afternoon, with mom.
-Cool.
You’re really lucky. Me I would have liked to wear back some diaper to sleep,
but it was never proposed to me. I liked to feel my diaper between my legs, and
when I had it, I felt safe.
-Same for
me.
-Well, I
leave you lucky devil. I will look at the television.
Frederic
left the Marc’s room, and get down the staircase to join his father in the
living room. He settled in the armchair, and asked to his father, what was the
film at the television this evening. His father answered him, but Fred didn’t
pay attention so what his father said to him, because his thoughts were
elsewhere. He thought about Marc just said to him. He thought that his brother
was really lucky to wear some diapers to sleep, and he would like to be in his
place. He even said himself that he would well ask his mother to also put him
back in diapers. But what would be his mother reaction if he asked her such a
thing, him, Frederic, 11 years old. He thought that she wouldn’t understand,
quite simply. He left his thoughts and looked at the film. Once this one
finished, he said goodnight to his parents and went up to see what Marc did.
Marc was lengthened on his bed, and always played the X-Box. Frederic lay
beside him, and looked at his brother playing. At one moment, he turned to his
brother and said to him:
-Marc.
-Yes Fred?
-I want to
wear some diapers too.
-But Fred,
you haven’t made any more pee with the bed for two years.
- I know,
but I want to wear some, as when I was younger.
-You want to
become again a baby? Like me?
-Not a baby,
but I would like to wear some diapers. And I’d like to ask mom to buy some for
me too.
-You’re
insane! Mom will never want you to wear some diapers at your age.
-We know
nothing about it. And if I don’t ask it to her, I would never know it.
-Yes, it’s
right.
-Well, I go
to bed. Goodnight little brother.
-Goodnight
Fred.
Frederic
rose and let Marc alone playing in his room. He came in his room, and lay down
in his bed. He didn’t stop thinking of times where he wore, him also, some
diapers to sleep. He thought that he would like to find this time again. But
was Marc right, and he wondered how to do for his mother makes him to wear some
diapers? Only one solution came to him, to remake pee with the bed... Yes, but
will he voluntarily does it, or will its enuresis return naturally? He fell
asleep on this question stayed unanswered. Marc also lay down by hoping that
the night would pass very quickly so that tomorrow, he could go to buy his
diapers with his mother...