My Mother's Sixth Sense Part 1 For the last four weeks I have wet my bed at least four nights each week. It all starts in a dream, and before I wake I start peeing and wake up when it's way too late. Mom said this morning we would discuss this tonight and I am afraid of what will happen. She has always been pleasant about this up to now. Last week she put a plastic mattress cover on to take care of the situation, but now she wants to discuss my wetting tonight. After school I walked home as I usually do. And by the way, I have just turned thirteen years old and am beginning the eighth grade. I usually earn A's and B's with an occasional C and have made some good friends and we share sleepovers. I am Tommy and 5'6", 120 pounds and light brown hair. When I walked in my room there was a package on my bed. I kind of figured out what it might be, but I peaked anyway. Mom bought diapers and plastic pants, safety pins and powder. I started to get angry at myself for wetting, and at Mom for treating me like a baby again, and I was thinking about running away from home. I went back downstairs and pretended like I didn't know anything. Mom was in the kitchen and asked if I wanted a snack, and I smiled and said "yes." She made chocolate chip cookies, so she made a plate and poured a glass of milk. I sat at the table to devour the cookies and she sat with me. She said it was time to have our discussion on my wetting problem. I don't know why, but I began crying, so she hugged me without saying anything. After I calmed down she said she had gone to the store today and bought diapers and plastic pants for me to wear at night until I was able to stop wetting. She explained that it wasn't to make me feel like a baby, but to give me a good night's sleep and save on work for her. After we were done she invited me upstairs to see what she had bought and she wanted me to try them on to make sure they would fit. I was so upset that I was shaking and tremoring kind of uncontrollably. Mom at me on the bed and took off my shoes and socks and then laid me down. Then she pulled off my pants and underpants. I was lying there naked, scared, and waiting to be diapered like a baby. Mom pulled two diapers out and snapped them in the air. She folded them and lifted my butt. I was so shaken that I started to pee to my utter astonishment. Mom quickly powdered me and pulled the diaper up through my legs and pinned it shut. Just as quickly, she pulled the plastic pants up my legs and, just like that, I was transformed from a thirteen-year-old to a diapered baby and still peeing my first diaper. Mom knew I wasn't peeing on purpose, but she said she would leave me in the diaper and change me later on when I went to bed. I was still crying, but somehow, I felt good, too. Mom put my jeans back on and I put my shoes and socks back on. Later, I went outside, forgetting I was wearing a diaper, just to go outside. A couple of my friends were out, so we just bummed around talking and looking. That's when I remembered I was diapered and figured everyone might notice, and to top it off, I was wet from my accident when Mom diapered me. As luck would have it, when this rushed through my mind, Bill said, "Tommy, looks like you are wearing diapers. You are puffed out in the back." When I said I was, he and Bobby asked if they could see what the diapers looked like. First, I made both of them promise not to tell anyone or laugh. They both agreed, and we went over to our treehouse and I was able to show them. They wanted to touch them, and Bill realized that I was wet. I told them how it happened that I wet the diapers. Then they asked if they were comfortable, and I think that's when I realized they were nice to have on. We stayed in the treehouse for another hour and decided we'd better get home. Bill asked if I would sleep over again and who would diaper me if I did sleep over. I only answered "I don't know" to the second part, but yes to the first question. When I got home, Mom asked if I was okay. I said "yes." Then she asked if I wanted to be changed yet. I asked if I could take my diaper off and put underwear on. She looked at me and said to leave the diaper on until I go to bed or to the bathroom. I never gave it a thought about how I was going to use the bathroom with a diaper on, and to my surprise, that need arose really quickly. I was watching TV and I got the urge to pee, so I ran to the bathroom. The diaper was on too tight, and before I could figure anything out, I peed my diaper big time. I went to find Mom so she would change me. I told her what happened, so she had me lie on the bed again. When she unpinned me I asked for my underwear, but she said that since I wet myself she would put a diaper on me to cover the smell. It made some sense, so I didn't fuss much. In a short while, Dad came home and we ate dinner. Mom told Dad about my situation and I guess he was in agreement because he didn't disagree. Dad asked me if I was okay with it, and all I could muster was, "Do I have much choice?" After dinner I helped with the dishes before going to watch more TV. It was getting dark and soon would be time for bed. Again I got the urge to go to the bathroom and ran off forgetting that I was in diapers until I got to the bathroom. This time I had to do both pee and poop and again was stuck in my diaper. Before I realized it I was shaking again and I wet and loaded my diaper. Not really thinking, I sat on the floor crying, and this big mass squished up the front of my diaper against my skin. It felt good, even though it was a strange feeling. Mom heard me and came in right away and said that it was okay. Again we went up to my bedroom so she could clean me up. I found myself in the tub in a couple of minutes to wash and get ready for bed. That night, after I was in bed, I realized just how comfortable the diapers felt under my PJ's, I especially liked the plastic pants, and lying there thinking about this, I fell asleep. Mom woke me in the morning and I was soaked, but the bed was dry, so both of us were happy. She had me take a bath, and while I was washing, I was wondering if she would put another diaper on me or have me wear underwear. I was secretly hoping she would diaper me since they did feel so good. When I walked back to my bedroom, Mom was there and we just looked at one another. She must have a sixth sense about her that she just knows things. She said, "lie down on the bed, young man," and proceeded to diaper me. We never said anything to one another, we just smiled. Mom said to let her know when I needed to be changed, and that's how my first Saturday in diapers started. Mom made me feel so good about wearing diapers, any thoughts about running away were quickly erased. Part 2 My first weekend in diapers was a great experience I will never forget. Mom treated me like a 13-year-old except when she changed me it was like I was this neat, older baby still in diapers. Each time she changed me she smiled at me and made me feel weak all over. She powdered me nicely, cleansed me gently and always made sure my diapers were tucked inside my plastic pants. I really like these plastic pants-they are so soft. Sunday night while I was in bed I could only think about how nice and cozy I felt in my diapers and plastic pants and how good they felt under my PJ's, for that matter, how good they felt all weekend under my clothes during the day. And just like that I began thinking about tomorrow and whether I could wear them to school. With that thought I fell asleep. Monday morning Mom woke me and pulled my covers back so she could unpin me. I was soaked, so Mom sent me to get a bath. The whole time I was hoping to somehow stay in diapers, but I figured no way Mom was going to allow that. With that, Mom came in to get me moving-she was standing there with my towel, so I got out of the tub, and as she wrapped the towel around me, and with a continuous motion, she picked me up and carried me to my room. She laid me on my bed and dried me off. It felt really nice and I was getting hard and she noticed it. Before I could say anything, she motioned for me to pick up my body, and she slipped a diaper under it. It felt nice and warm-it had just come out of the dryer. She spread a generous amount of powder on me and pinned me shut. She left the diapers loose so I could use the bathroom. Then she slid the warm plastic pants up my legs and over the diapers and pins. Oh, did that feel so good! I was so hard and so weak and she picked me up to hold me in her lap and I peed. I couldn't help it. It just came out as she was holding me. She could feel the diaper getting warm, but she just held me in her arms for a minute and laid me back on my bed. She pulled the plastic pants down to my knees and unpinned me again. She cleaned me off with the wipes that smelled so good and placed another warm diaper under my butt and powdered me again. She pulled up my plastic pants and gave me some clothes to put on for school. Since I only had one diaper on it didn't show in my butt that I was diapered. When Mom dropped me off she said she would be by at noon to bring me home for lunch. It was neat to go home at noon and be taken care of like a little kid. I guess I still am a little kid, except Mom was going to put two diapers on me and I started to get excited because they would show in my butt. She said I almost leaked, so I said I would be more careful, but one diaper was enough, so she said this was okay. At the end of the day I walked home with Bill and he said, "You're wearing your diapers, aren't you?" So I said, "Why are you asking?" He said, "You went home at lunch and you know we always have lunch together." I said, "Yeah, I'm wearing a diaper and plastic pants," so I asked if they were noticeable. Bill said, "No," then he said he was going to start wearing diapers, too, because he started wetting at night, too. He told his Mom about me and he told her he would like to try wearing them at night. Bill's Mom talked to my Mom to find out what to get and where to find them. We found all this out during the afternoon. Anyway, on the way home we agreed to meet at the treehouse in about an hour. When I got to the treehouse, Bill was already there, except he had taken his clothes off, and there he was, sitting on the floor with his new diapers and plastic pants. He looked really happy. He had a T-shirt on and his socks. Bill looked at me and asked if I would take my clothes off, too, so we could both sit together in our diapers. Soon after, I took my clothes off, though it was kind of cold, so I slipped a sleeping bag around me. The sleeping bag was a big one. Bill was cold and wanted to come inside, too. We ended up lying down and falling to sleep pressed against each other. Our moms found us because we didn't come home when were supposed to. They let us sleep because they knew we were okay. When we woke, though, both of us were hard and soaked. We were toasty warm and wriggled against each other. It felt so good. Then, without warning, Bill yelped. Something happened. We didn't know what happened, but he was throbbing and it felt good, but it kind of hurt, he said. The inside of his diaper was sticky and he had gotten soft, but I was still hard. We lied in the sleeping bag for awhile after that. We made plans to sleep together again. We liked lying close to each other, so we were planning to sleep together over the next weekend. Tuesday, Bill wore a diaper to school like me. He said his Mom was cool with it, too, since my Mom was. At lunch my Mom brought both of us home and changed both of us. Mom put a diaper doubler inside our diapers for added protection and because they wouldn't make our butts stick out like we had two diapers on. Part 3 Week Three Now it has been three weeks since Mom pinned my first diaper on me. Since then Bill slept over at my house once and my Mom and Dad have shown me love that I must have known in a while I was too young to remember. At any rate, my parents treated Bill and me like the kids we really are, but have allowed us to remain diapered with the loving care that gets associated with babies. One night when Bill was over he showed me how to find the TB sites online. After reading some of the stories, I was glad Mom didn't make me into a real baby with baby clothes and furniture. I really like being 13, and I like wearing diapers. I enjoyed reading online about so many like myself-well, it was neat to see that I was not the only kid who likes to wear diapers and has to wear them. Anyway, yesterday I was watching Dad work on his estimate that he brought home from the job to finish. He showed me how the different lines make the roads and the bridges. He started working at noon, so did I, and I learned how much pipe cost as well as men and equipment it takes to actually build the job. After a couple hours he noticed me squirming and he brought me into my bedroom for a change. He has gentle hands like Mom does. He had me lay down on my bed and he undid my jeans and pulled them part way down. Then, with nice fingers, he pulled my plastic pants half way to my knees and then unpinned my wet diaper. This time, though, after he finished changing me, he picked me up and said he wanted to tell me a story. He asked if I wanted to hear it. I agreed and he started by saying, "When I was your age I wet at night like you do." He went on to say that he also had daytime control problems because he hated the boys' restroom at school. Because of this he was kept in diapers a lot, but mostly for punishment. His mom would pin his diapers on so tightly sometimes they would almost cut his tummy in half. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't slide the diapers off to use the bathroom. He said one time this happened his dad was super nice to him. After he changed him, he held him, made him feel good and talked to him for a long time. His dad even made him a bottle of warm milk, and while holding him he held the bottle for him to drink from. Dad made himself a promise that if he had a son or daughter that needed diapers he would be kind to them so the diapers could be enjoyed. He would never make it punishment. "I don't know exactly how long he held me. I remember feeling quite comfortable, though." His mom put the diaper on him really tightly so that he wouldn't forget he was wearing diapers. This was so he would remember to use the bathroom, but because they were pinned on so tightly he couldn't. He said that this night when his dad changed him he wasn't too wet and needed to use the bathroom, but when his dad took out the first pin, he lost control of it and it stuck my dad in his thigh. It was an accident because there was so much tension on the diaper pin. Anyway, at the same moment, his dad started to pull back the diaper, he began to pee. He said he just lost it-he said the spurt went high enough to hit his dad between the eyes. He said his dad laughed and finished changing him after he was finished peeing. My dad said after he was cleaned up and re-diapered, that's when his dad held him and made him feel okay. So Dad said, "that is why I am so nice to you. It's `cause I know it's a neat way to show how much I love you." I said, "I love you too, Dad." With that, he said, "skooch around and lay on your bed so I can change you." "I'm not wet," I said. Dad smiled as he pulled my plastic pants down, I was pretty wet. I have noticed that in three weeks I am losing daytime control. I don't even feel the pee come out anymore. Dad said not to worry, when I wanted out of diapers they would help me regain control. "In the meantime, your Mom and I like having you in diapers,. It gives us opportunities like this to be with you." I just smiled and agreed. Week Four My cousins from Texas were here this weekend. Tim is 14 and Mark is 12. Both are neat friends. They pulled in early afternoon on Friday. They were only staying until Sunday. Tim and I were the same size, even though he was almost a year and a half older than me. When they pulled into the drive I was riding my bike in circles in the drive, partly because I didn't know of anything else to do. Plus, I knew they were going to show up sometime. Tim was stretching like he had just woke up and Mark was poking at him, just kind of agitating him. Mark kept it up until they were standing by the car and unloading it. Mark is a tease, a troublemaker and a tattletale. He noticed Tim had a large, wet spot on the front of his jeans and Mark kept pointing at it and telling his Mom that Timmy wet his pants again. Aunt Jean was really mad and said, "this is the second time today you wet your pants-and on top of that you flooded the bed at the hotel last night." The whole time Mark is going on about "mom is gonna put you back in diapers, ha ha ha!" Aunt Jean told Mark to "shut up", or he could wind up in diapers, too. Then she told Timmy to get back in the car and wait for her to take him to the store with her. Mom took Aunt Jean around the house-I know what she was saying because Mom kept looking at me and smiling, occasionally pointing. I knew Tim was going to end up wearing some of my diapers. At the same time I was kind of talking to Timmy, trying to distract him and make him feel okay. Timmy was really crying, though. Timmy just kept saying Mark would really make fun of him now, because his mom threatened this morning to keep him in diapers 24/7 if he had any accidents. Timmy said Mark went ballistic on him, then teasing him so badly he was crying then, he said. About this time Mom came over to the car and she motioned to Timmy to get out of the car. Then she said for both of us to follow her, and we did. Mom took us upstairs,. and to this point Timmy didn't know he was about to be diapered or even that I was now in diapers. Mom said to Timmy to go lay on his back on the bed, which he did. As Mom started taking off his shoes he wanted to know why she was doing this. Mom said, "so we can get your wet clothes off you," and she smiled at him. After she pulled his jeans off she put the changing pad under him so he wouldn't get the bed wet, and then she pulled off his underwear. Timmy was starting to get a little anxious about what was happening, so he looked at Mom and asked her if he was getting diapered. Mom knew this was going to be tough on Timmy, so she reached down and stroked his forehead and softly said, "yes." I have never heard anyone cry so hard, and with such big, deep sobs. Mom started wiping Timmy clean with the wipes, getting him ready. She got two diapers out of my drawer and put them under his butt. Mom spread lotion and powder on him. The whole time this is happening Timmy is still crying and I am brushing his hair back and telling him it is okay. As Mom pulled the diaper up, Timmy began to pee, so Mom quickly pinned the diapers shut and pulled up his plastic pants. Timmy was still crying and wetting. Mom sat down on the bed and began holding and stroking his head. It seemed to be forever, but finally, Timmy stopped crying. He looked over his tummy to see what his diapers looked like. Mom kept on holding him. When Timmy looked like he was going to be okay, Mom looked at me and asked if I needed changed. I said "yeah" and smiled. Mom then had me lay down beside Timmy. Mom told Timmy to "lift his diapered butt" because she needed the changing pad for me. That got Timmy's attention as he looked at me, as if to ask, "you wear diapers?" I just smiled at him to assure him he will be okay. When Mom finished changing me she looked at Timmy and said, "You're next," and she changed Timmy's diapers. After we got our jeans back on-Timmy got some clean, dry ones-we went back downstairs. As we were going down, Aunt Jean looked at Timmy and asked how it felt to be back in diapers. Again, Timmy started crying, and Mark, who was sitting on the floor, turned to look at us, I guess hoping to see Timmy's diaper. When Mark couldn't see the diaper, he stayed quiet. Timmy looked at his Mom and asked how long he would be in these diapers. Aunt Jean said it would be awhile, and then she told him not to take them off or even touch them. Then she told Timmy to unsnap his jeans so she could see how they looked, and stuck her hand inside his plastic pants to check for wetness, then made him turn around to check the back of his diaper. By this time Mark made it over to touch his diaper and began teasing and pointing his finger at Timmy. Well, by this time Aunt Jean wasn't going to be messed with and Mark had pushed her over the edge. She just reached over and pulled off Mark's pants in one motion. He was nude and in shock. He was immediately laid on the floor, and because there were clean diapers and plastic pants in the laundry basket, he was laying on a diaper. Aunt Jean sent me to get pins and powder, so I ran to get them, mostly since I didn't want to get yelled at, and partly because I wanted to see Mark get punished for being mean. Since Mark made her angry, he was forced to wear only a T-shirt and his diaper. It was neat to see Mark in only his diaper and plastic pants-he really looked more like 6 or 8 instead of 12 and he was kind of short. Mark still hadn't figured out I was wearing diapers, too. We were playing onus, a card game, for what seemed like a couple of hours. Mom and Aunt Jean were in the kitchen making pizza for supper and we were waiting for Dad to come home. Uncle Jack was reading the paper. The card game broke up and Mark slipped away. Timmy and I were joking and jabbing one another. It was peaceful. Suddenly, there was a sharp slap and a loud cry. Aunt Jean found Mark in the bathroom with his plastic pants down and trying to get a pin out. Aunt Jean sent Mark back into the T.V. room, and Tim and I could see the hand print on the back of Mark's thigh. Mark was crying hard and said his stomach hurt because he had to go to the bathroom so badly. I reached up and pulled him down. I held him and rocked him back and forth. Finally, he stopped crying. In the meantime, Timmy took off his jeans, exposing his diapers. This was an effort to make Mark feel a little better, and when I saw this I asked Timmy to pull off my jeans, too. When Mark saw Timmy standing in front of him, wearing only his diapers and plastic pants, Mark asked Timmy if he was wet. You could tell he was wet, but Timmy said "no" anyway, but then quickly changed his mind and said, "yes." Timmy said that the reason he said "no" was because he didn't want us to think he was a baby. I just looked at Timmy and said, "all you have to do is look at us, sitting here in our diapers and plastic pants." Just like that, Mark stiffened up and grabbed the front of his plastic pants and went limp. He finally peed in his diaper, he filled the back of his diaper, too. He finally gave up holding it in, he said. With that, Mark said he felt better now, at least on the inside of him. Mark said he thought he liked the feel of a wet and stinky diaper, too. After he said this he snuggled into my shoulder and put his thumb in his mouth. All three of us had our arms around each other for awhile. We started wrestling and playing for awhile again, waiting for the pizza, waiting for Dad to come home. All three of us were having fun, nobody was teasing anyone, it was like the three of us were one. The load in Mark's diaper was all around the front of the diaper, and the whole crotch area of the plastic pants was brown. Mom came in the room and told all three of us to go upstairs to get changed. At the same time, Aunt Sue came in the door, looking at the three of us. She asked how we were. Everyone came back with an "I'm fine" response. Aunt Sue looked at Mark and she said to him, "you don't look so fine," and smiled. Mom asked Aunt Sue if she could change us because she had things to do in the kitchen. Aunt Sue gave us the turn-around motion with her finger and pointed in the upstairs direction. On the way up she said to Mark, "you're first" and to lie on the bed. She put the pad under Mark and carefully pulled off his plastic pants. She took them to the bathroom and cleaned them out and brought back some wash cloths. She unpinned Mark's diaper and carried it to the bathroom. She finished cleaning Mark up and she went back to the bathroom to clean things up. In the meantime, Mark got up and put on his underwear and jeans and went back downstairs. Aunt Sue came back and changed both Timmy and I, cleaned us up, re-diapering both of us. Timmy and I put our jeans on and went down for pizza. Dad was home and it was time to eat. I was starved. Supper was a lot of fun tonight, a lot of laughing and joking. It was like a big party. It lasted for a long time. Timmy, Mark and I drank sodas like drunken sailors and pretended to stumble around. By now it was getting late, probably around 10:00, and I knew Mom was about to tell the three of us it would be time for bed. It was at this time Aunt Jean told Mark to come here. Mark had drank so much that he had wet his pants, and Aunt Jean was furious that he didn't have his diapers on. Aunt Sue said that she thought it was funny that he had disappeared, but never gave it a thought that he wasn't diapered. Aunt Jean grabbed Mark by the shoulder and forced him up the steps in front of her. He must have got slapped, too, because I heard the loud cry that goes with a slap. Aunt Jean put Mark back in diapers and told him to go to bed. When Aunt Jean came back down Mom announced it was bedtime for me, too. Timmy got the same announcement, and Mom took both of us upstairs to get changed and ready for bed. Mom let Timmy and me go to bed in just T-shirts and diapers. I have a large double bed, big enough for the three of us to sleep together in. Mark was still awake, but lying under the covers and still crying a little. Timmy and I brushed our teeth and jumped in beside Mark. Mark was wearing PJ's over his diaper, but after seeing us he decided to take them off and just wear the T-shirt, too. We joked around for a little while, but fell asleep quickly. Mom and Dad usually go to bed around 1:00 AM. on Friday because they can sleep in on Saturday. Mom always comes in then to check me and change me. Timmy and I needed changed, but Mark was still dry. Mark was curled up with his knees touching his tummy, almost, and he had his thumb in his mouth. Mom took it out, but he put it back in. Mom said she would be right back-she came back with three bottles of milk. This time she pulled Mark's thumb out and slid the bottle in. Mark instinctively grabbed the bottle and held it while he drank it. Mark never woke up, he just did all this in his sleep. In the morning, Timmy and I woke up before Mark. Mark was sucking on an empty bottle, still sleeping. He must have felt us moving around, because he woke up to look at us. When he turned back and saw he was holding an empty baby bottle, he jerked his head up and flicked the bottle on the floor. He was still trying to wake up and still trying to figure out what was happening. He still hadn't said anything. It was fun to watch him, because at this point he still didn't remember that he was in diapers, that is, until Timmy and I asked him if he was wet. He threw the covers back and found he had soaked himself during the night. Timmy and I didn't want to get up yet., so we told Mark to bring the covers back up so we could be warm. Mark was completely embarrassed about wetting his diaper and didn't like the thought of Aunt Jean finding him in wet diapers. Marked turned to Timmy and I and asked if we could put some dry diapers on him. We told Mark to lie on top of the covers so we could change him. Timmy stood on one side and me on the other. It was kind of a reach because he was in the middle. We pulled the changing pad under him and pulled down his plastic pants. As we were unpinning him I started getting hard. I looked over at Timmy and he was, too. We pulled off his wet diapers and put two new diapers under him. We cleaned Mark, powdered him and pinned him shut. Mark was complaining that his diapers were too tight, but we told him to shut up because there were grownup footsteps coming. We quickly pulled up his plastic pants and all three of us jumped under the covers. It was Aunt Jean who opened the bedroom door and asked how we all slept. Then she came in, I guess to look at us, and see if we were the kids who belonged here. When she got next to the bed, though, she stepped on Mark's wet diapers. That didn't make her too happy. Right away she wanted to know whose diapers they were. Out of fear, there was silence. Then Aunt Jean pulled the covers off to find out whose wet diapers she was standing on. She put her hand inside Timmy's and my plastic pants and said both of us were wet. All I could think of was, "I hope Mark can wet his diapers." He did, because when Aunt Jean put her hand inside Mark's plastic pants, his diapers were wet, too. Aunt Jean just huffed, turned around and stormed out of the bedroom. I asked Mark why he wet his diapers and he just said it was better than getting smacked. Part 4 As Aunt Jean left the room, Mom came in and told each of us to lie still. She pulled the covers off and started with Timmy, then me, then Mark. It always feels nice to get changed. We each put on our jeans, shirts and shoes and went down to breakfast. Mom made pancakes this morning, and she made them the way I like them-cooked hard on both sides and raw in the middle. Pancake breakfasts take awhile because you can only cook three pancakes at a time, and each of us had at least four. We were also making plans while we ate to play baseball. I told Timmy and Mark about my friends Bill and Robby, who like to play baseball, and we could find some others, too. Mark started complaining right away that he wasn't going anywhere. So I said, "Why not, Mark?" Mark said it was because he was wearing diapers and didn't want anyone to see them. I said, "you're wearing jeans, so they are covered and nobody will see them. Mark said, "okay." As we were walking we came across Bill. I hadn't seen him since really early yesterday. I introduced my cousins to him and said we were going to find a group so that we could play baseball. Bill went to get Robby and a couple others. We found a few and ended up with ten of us. The team at bat has to be the catcher. We played for two hours and it was close to noon when we finished. It was also getting close to lunch. It was a great game, and close. We played six innings and it was tied at 3-3. In the last inning Mark made it when he slid into home and avoided the tag. When Mark got up to dust himself off we could all see the top of his diapers and plastic pants. When he slid home his jeans slipped down. I felt a little bad for him because I knew he was really embarrassed about the situation. When he saw everyone staring at him he panicked. His eyes got big and his mouth was open like he was going to say something. Then he grabbed the front of his jeans and was crossing his legs. He had just peed and pooped himself and he was bawling. Now I felt really bad for him. I put my arm around his shoulder. Nobody made a sound. I pulled Mark's jeans up so his diapers were covered, and pulled him around so we could walk home. As we were walking home Mark wanted to stop for a bit. He wasn't in any big hurry for Aunt Jean to know what had happened. Mark wanted to know if there was some place where we could clean him up so his mom didn't see him this way. Neither Timmy nor I knew how to change a poopy diaper, so I told him to come home and my mom could fix him up. I told him I was wet and needed changed, too. Timmy said, "same for me." We got Mark upstairs and on the bed. Aunt Jean wasn't home, so we breathed a sigh of relief. Timmy undid his shoes and I undid the top of his jeans. Mark was a mess. The poop was all over inside his plastic pants. At that sight I knew we needed Mom, that we couldn't clean this mess up by ourselves, so I hollered for Mom. She was standing behind me and scared me to death. She was laughing so hard because she scared me. It took some time for both of us to get back to normal. Finally, she asked what we needed, so I pointed to Mark on the bed an said he needed help. Mom smiled at Mark, seeing his predicament, and instead of changing him right away, just started making him feel better by talking to him and brushing his forehead. Mom looked over at Tommy and me and asked if we needed changing, too, and both of us nodded "yes." She started with Mark. She had his plastic pants off and was unpinning him, and Aunt Jean came home. As Mom was cleaning Mark, Aunt Jean walked through the bedroom door. She had bought disposable diapers for Mark and Timmy. Mark got the Pampers and Timmy got youth-size Attends. Aunt Jean put a Pamper on Mark and she gave him a T-shirt and said to scram. Mark was in shock. I could tell because he wasn't crying yet, but he was about to. He was standing in front of a mirror and he looked like a big toddler. He was still too upset to cry. At the same time, Mom came back into the room. Mark ran over to her and clung to her. Mom is so gentle. She just started talking to Mark and hugging him. She sat down and put Mark on her lap and just kept brushing his hair back with her fingers spread. Mark just closed his eyes and stuck his thumb in his mouth. Timmy asked Aunt Jean if he could try a Pamper, and she said "okay." Timmy is just a little smaller than me, but bigger than Mark. The Pamper fit-not much room left-but it fit. I asked, too, and the Pamper just fit me. It was a little tight, but it felt soft and felt like a diaper. When I put my jeans on they fit better than when I had cloth diapers-actually, you couldn't tell that I had a diaper on at all, except for the crinkling noise the plastic makes. When we were dressed, I saw the package of Pampers. They said "size 6." Aunt Jean said they make these for big kids like us who still need diapers and to have some to wear. She said she had heard they were going to start sending out size 7'sthat will fit teens still in diapers. I really liked this Pamper, and especially how it fit on me under my jeans. During all this Mark had fallen asleep in Mom's lap and she was giving Timmy and me the quiet sign. She whispered to open the covers on the bed so that she could lay Mark on the bed. Mom covered Mark and we left him sleeping in the bed. He still had his thumb in his mouth. Timmy and I went downstairs to play on the computer. I have a lot of games in there and we were looking through them. Timmy liked a lot of them, so I was looking for the disks, so he could take them home and load them in his computer. Timmy and I were talking Aunt Jean into getting AOL for them so we could I.M. (instant message) each other after they got back home. Aunt Jean said "okay", which surprised Timmy and me. Uncle Jack heard us and agreed it was time to do this and said he would run a new phone line into the computer room. I showed them how easy it was to send programs via I.M.'s I showed them that when they are online how you can find libraries and projects of science. I showed them some of my school projects that are stored in my computer and how the online searches helped me to make the reports. As usual, when you are on the computer, hours rush by, and like that, we had been on the computer for two hours. We turned when Mark came stumbling through the door. It didn't take much to realize he had just woken up, because he looked like it. His hair was tangled and his eyes were only partly open. About this time Mom came in, too. Mark ran to my Mom and hugged her. Mom picked him up and hugged him back. She was transferring him over to Aunt Jean and he started fussing that he wanted Mom to hold him. Mom asked Mark if he was ready for a dry diaper yet. Mark whispered something in Mom's ear and she called him out to the kitchen. I heard the refrigerator door open and then close. Then she carried him upstairs. I followed them up a couple minutes later. When I got to my door I saw Mom holding Mark and feeding him a bottle! Mom saw me and waved me in beside her. She put her arm around me, too. And I helped hold the bottle. Mark opened his eyes and he saw me and he smiled. He was in heaven, I think. When Mark finished his bottle Mom put both of us on the bed and put dry Pampers on us. This was the first time Mark didn't fuss about wearing a diaper. In fact, it was apparent he now liked wearing diapers. Tomorrow is Sunday, and after church Timmy and Mark were going back home. Monday was a school day. I was going to miss my cousins. It was getting on to mid-afternoon, maybe even a little later, and it was quite warm. The time when we got dressed we put on shorts. The shorts weren't as forgiving as the jeans were. All three of us had the telltale bulge of diapers under our shorts. I think I was the only one to notice this. Anyway, we were in the back yard still trying to figure out what to do next. When we were sitting on the grass I could see Timmy's and Mark's diapers almost sticking out of their shorts. The sight was making me hard, and making me feel good and my knees weak. Just then, Bill showed up on his bike riding through the yard to where we were sitting. He sat down with us. It didn't take him long, either, to see Timmy's diaper, then he turned to Mark to check him, too. I think he was confused about who he had seen diapers on earlier. He whispered in my ear that the sight was making him hard. Bill was checking me out and said, "you too, huh?" We invited Timmy and Mark to the treehouse. Bill, I guess, wanted to show Tim and Mark he was wearing diapers, too. I couldn't get through my head that there are four teen boys and we were all put back in diapers because we had too many accidents and because we wet at night. I think when Mark saw Bill in diapers, that at that point he became really comfortable with his dilemma. Bill told them he was put back in diapers because of me being put back in them. But actually, he asked his Mom to put him back in diapers because it was easier than cleaning up the other messes. We only stayed at the treehouse for about an hour, it was getting close to dinner, anyway. I could tell Bill really wanted to spend the night, but I didn't invite him because tomorrow is church and would be a little chaotic in the morning, packing and stuff. Tonight we had hamburgers, barbecued, I think this is a universal favorite. It was out last fun visit before bed and a busy morning. Mom got us ready for bed tonight. I could see Mark was going to miss her a lot. She made Mark feel so special while he was going through this tough transformation. Tonight, after she cleaned us up and were bathed and diapered, she gave each of us a bottle of milk. Mom tucked us in bed, tweaked each of our noses, and said good night. Mark fell asleep right away, and Timmy a short time later. I lied awake for a long time. I don't know why, I just couldn't fall asleep. I could still hear the grownups talking and laughing, but it sounded like it was winding down, though. This was when noises starting coming from Mark. They were like cracking or popping sounds. I realized really quick that he was pooping, and he was pooping in his sleep. I put my hand on the outside of his Pamper and I could feel him loading it. The sensation made me have the urge to poop, and within moments I was pooping my diaper, too. I was stuck in the middle of the bed, so I just lied there in my loaded diaper, which was also wet by this time. I figured Timmy was wet, too, but I wanted to know, so I stuck my hand inside his plastic pants. He was just a little wet, but he was really hard and sticking straight up. I pulled my hand out. I guess I got scared that he would wake up and that I would be inside his plastic pants. A short time later, Mom came in to check us. She started with Mark, who stayed asleep the whole time she cleaned him and diapered him. She cleaned me up next and re- diapered me. She stuck me with a pin, too. I think she knew I wasn't asleep, I was wide awake, though, after the stick. I thought she did it on purpose just to have some fun. She pulled Timmy's plastic pants down and changed his diaper and he never woke up since. He was still hard, too, when Mom pinned the new diaper on. He was sticking up like a tent. Mom took all the dirty diapers with her and I eventually fell asleep. The morning was bright and sunny, and about 7 o'clock Mom showed up at the time to get us moving. She started with Timmy this time to work her way across the bed. Mark got up and was walking and stretching. His T-shirt was pulled way up and his Pampered butt was sticking out. He walked over to his Pampers and picked one out. He brought it over to Mom and sat beside her. She was finished pinning my diapers on and Mark was to be next. She gave Mark special treatment. He really liked her diapering him, and I kind of enjoyed watching him get diapered. Mom said I look just like that to her when she diapers me. Again it was her sixth sense telling her that, that was what was in my head. I told her this. She is a kind person. After returning from church we had a big and fun breakfast. We had eggs, bagels, sweet rolls and fruit. Oh yeah, milk, juice and coffee, too. It was getting close to noon now and Aunt Jean was getting fidgety. I think she makes everyone nervous. Everyone pitched in to get things cleaned up a bit. Aunt Jean came in the kitchen waving the diapers over her head and pointing to Mark and Timmy to go lie down in the living room. Timmy went in and lied on the floor to wait for Aunt Jean to change him, Mark went over to Mom and whispered in her ear again. Mom has to lean halfway down so that he can reach her ear. It was obvious Mark wanted Mom to change him this last time. Mom followed Mark into the living room where he lied on the floor beside Timmy. Mom pulled his jeans part way down and untaped his wet diaper. She put a clean diaper under him, cleaned him, put lotion and powder on him and taped him shut. Aunt Jean handed Mom a pair if plastic pants to go over his Pamper, so she pulled his jeans off and pulled the plastic pants up his legs. She stood him up and pulled the plastic pants over his Pamper. Timmy had a pair of plastic pants pulled over his youth diapers, too. As soon as Timmy and Mark got diapered it was time to say goodbye. We all walked out to the car and hugged and said our final goodbyes. We waved to each other as they were pulling away. Part 5 Now it has been five months since that first diaper was pinned onto me. I really like wearing them. I like the comfort, and I especially like the loving, gentle attention Mom gives me. There have been some down moments, like one time in gym. Everyone at school knows I wear diapers all the time by now. This one day at gym a couple of boys who are always causing the rest of us a hard time decided to pick on me today. We were sitting on the gym floor with our legs crossed listening to the coach. He was teaching us how to run long distances., showing us how to breathe and just otherwise pace ourselves. Since we are sitting with our legs crossed it was easy to see inside each other's shorts. When I looked down at myself my plastic pants were sticking out big time. A few moments later I was still trying to tuck my diaper and plastic pants further inside my shorts. The two rough boys were watching and pointing. They kept covering their face- talking and smirking, but I knew they were having fun at my expense. We sat like this for fifteen minutes while the coach was reviewing techniques on running. This left us with about twenty minutes to run some laps on the track. This is the third period of the day which puts us halfway through the morning. This is also the time I am pretty wet and in need of a diaper change. By now I am letting pee out but never really feeling it coming out. I know if I stick my hand inside my plastic pants, though, I will be wet. While we were running the two boys kept patting my bottom and asking me if they could change my diaper. I kept insisting that they leave me alone and to quit patting me. They just kept laughing and tormenting me. After the run we have fifteen minutes to dress and wait for the bell. As we came back inside I was feeling better mostly because the two boys seemed to be leaving me alone now. There are long wooden benches in front of our lockers for us to use in getting dressed. Since everyone knows I wear diapers I just stand there and pull my shorts down, exposing my diaper and plastic pants. As I was reaching for my jeans I was pulled down from behind. One boy pinned me down on the bench and the other boy pulled down my plastic pants. Right away he started screaming to everyone that I was soaked and needed changed. The one boy unpinned my wet diapers and pulled them off me. It hurt some because he was being rough. Then he pulled my plastic pants back up. He went through my knapsack and found some diapers and pinned them on me. He kept them loose, too, so they wouldn't stay up. He showed me how loose they are by pulling them away from my tummy. While I was still pinned down he pulled my jeans up over my butt and hooked my belt. By now there were maybe two minutes to the bell to change class. They let me go and I stood up and they ran away. At this moment I was in panic because my diaper was outside my plastic pants and pee was coming out. I put my shirt on, picked up my wet diapers and put them in a plastic bag. At this point all I knew was that I needed to get the school nurse somehow. Pee was still coming out and I could feel the river of water in my plastic pants. At the same time I could feel pee running out the plastic pants and making my diaper wet. The bell was ringing and I was on my way to the nurse's office. My jeans were now getting wet and the diaper was slipping down with each step. My hands were full with school books and my knapsack. My diaper was wet and sagging as were my jeans, wet and sagging, because my belt was loose. I finally made it to the nurse's office. She just took one quick look and motioned for me to get on her changing table. She pulled my jeans off and had kind of a perturbed look on her face. She asked how my diapers were pinned on like this with the plastic pants inside my diapers and against my body, so I told her. While I was telling her how it happened she cleaned me up and diapered me. She had a clean pair of plastic pants and pulled them up. I sat on the edge of the changing table while she got the principal and told him my story. The principal came in to see me and to have me tell my story again. I couldn't believe me came in. I was still sitting on the edge of the changing table in only my shirt and my diapers. I was in my bare feet, too, because my socks had gotten wet I was nervous and upset for the principal to look at me in only my diapers. I noticed he looked at them in quick glances. He probably doesn't think much of me now since he figures I am a big baby. After I told him the story of what happened he said he would call the two boys into his office and call their parents. He wanted the boys sitting in front of him when he called their parents so there would be no misunderstandings. About twenty minutes later one of the boys, Doug, walked into the nurse's office. The nurse told him to take a seat. And she would tend to him as soon as soon as his mother got here. Doug and I were alone. He was looking at me, but couldn't say anything. I could tell, though, he wanted to talk, but words just weren't coming out. Finally, he asked if I liked having to wear diapers. I didn't really want to answer that question because Doug wasn't anyone I would trust not to hurt me some more. All I said was, "Why do you want to know something like that?" Then he told me he wet his bed almost every night and what the principal's punishment was. He said ever since last summer almost a year ago his mom has been threatening to put him back into diapers. The principal, after telling Doug's mom that he wanted Doug to wear diapers to school for a week or face suspension for a week, listened to Doug's mom say she was looking for an excuse to put him back into diapers anyway, for his bedwetting. Doug was sitting in the nurse's office with me waiting to show up with diapers. I was beginning to think Doug was all right because was telling me all of this. I also knew he was scared, scared to be put back into diapers, that is. Doug had now been sitting across from me for almost ten minutes and mostly looking at my diapers. We hadn't said anything for a few minutes, and suddenly the door opened. It was Doug's mom with a handful of diapers. some pins and plastic pants. Doug's mom ordered him up on the changing table to be diapered. She said in a terse voice that "you will wear these 24/7 for a week and you will use them and not the toilet." Doug asked if he could use the toilet one last time before he was diapered. His mom said, "no, you will do it in your diapers." She told Doug once again to get up on the table. Doug was really shaking now and looked like he was really in shock. His mom pulled down his pants and pinned two diapers on him. She untied his shoes and pulled off his jeans and underwear. She said to Doug, `See these? You won't be wearing them any time soon." Then she shrieked, "They're wet!" and she dropped them on his nose. She then slid the plastic pants up his legs and snapped the elastic around his waist, then ran her finger around his legs. She said for him to wet in these now and slid his jeans on. Doug was crying now and saying he was sorry. His mom said, "too bad, just do it in your diapers from now on." When Doug was allowed off the table he walked over to me and said he was sorry. He was still out of breath from crying and his face was all wet. His mom handed the nurse the rest of his diapers and plastic pants with instructions to change him when necessary. She took his wet underpants, put them in a plastic bag and left. By now my jeans were dry and didn't smell too bad. As the nurse handed me my jeans she checked my diaper; it was okay. She asked Doug to come over to her so she could check him. He was still dry, too. She asked Doug if he still needed to go. He shook his head "yes", so the nurse said he had to do it in the diapers. He whispered in her ear, but she whispered back, "you have to do it in your diapers." I started putting my shoes on so I could go back to class. As I was tying them I could hear sounds coming from Doug. His face told it all, he was pooping his diapers. I was just about to go back to class. Doug was still in the corner, crying, pooping and wetting. As I was reaching for the door to leave Doug began to really cry and kept repeating that he was sorry. He needed to calm down. The nurse caught my eye and motioned me over to him. She wanted me to comfort him, I guess, because it was on account of me that he was in this predicament anyway. I reached over to his quivering body and he didn't push me away, so I put my arm around his shoulder. He kept saying he was sorry and he was looking into my eyes. I knew he was sincere by his look. I think we sat there for half an hour. I only said it wasn't all that bad to be put back into diapers. He was calming down and accepting his fate. Again I was about to leave, but the nurse pointed to the table. I was pretty wet anyway. After she changed me she asked me to stay and hold Doug's hand while she cleaned him up. When she pinned the new diapers on him he quit crying and actually showed a glimpse of a smile. We left together because we had the same next class and then lunch. As we were walking down the hall Doug asked if I would walk home with him. I agreed to meet him as we were only two blocks apart anyhow. At the afternoon recess he came over to be with me. I have two other friends who normally sit under the maple tree; we just talk and stuff. After recess I usually head off to the nurse's office. When Doug sat down he whispered in my ear, would I help him use the bathroom? I asked him how I was to help him. He asked if I could take his pin out and put it back in. I said I would try. When we got to the boys' room it was empty, so Doug pulled his pants loose and as he held them I pulled a corner of his plastic pants down and undid the pin. He didn't move, so I told him he could pee now. He still didn't move, so I pushed him towards the urinal. He shook his head, saying it wasn't going to work, so I looked at him. Then he said it took too long. He said he was peeing in his diapers as we stood there. I waited until he was done and pulled down his plastic pants so I could put his pin back in. I didn't do too good, I couldn't make it tight or as neat as the nurse does. I told Doug I was going to see the nurse so I could have dry diapers on and he said, "okay." We had one period left for the day. It couldn't come too soon enough. I was hungry for a snack and milk. I had promised to meet Doug after school, which was okay with Bill and Robby, who I normally walk home with. After school Doug and I found each other and headed towards home. Doug wasn't walking quite normal and I asked if he was okay. He said the diapers were slipping down below his butt because I hadn't pinned it back on tight enough. We were a few doors from where he lived and I spotted Don, his friend, the other boy that caused me the grief after gym. I was beginning to say I would see you to Doug, and his Mom's holler interrupted me. She hollered for Doug to get into the house so she could change his diapers. I thought to myself, "what a mean mom." Don began teasing Doug and started in on me, also. Don had taken the week of suspension. When all three of us were at the door to the house Doug's mom insisted we all three come in to watch her little Dougie have his diapers changed. It was probably good that I came in because I knew it would be tough on Doug. His mom pulled off his jeans and saw his diapers were fallen to the bottom of his plastic pants. She said she would have to show the nurse how to diaper her little boy. I didn't want the nurse to get in trouble, so I told her I unpinned Doug's diapers. She was furious when she knew the whole story. She finished changing Doug and told him he would only wear his T-shirt and diapers for the remainder of the day. I left at that point for home. Don stayed, probably to tease Doug. All I knew was I wanted out of there and ran home. Part 6 This is the last week of school. In two days we will begin our summer holiday. Mom said I will have to quit wearing my day diapers. She smiled and said this won't be easy, but it won't be that hard, either. She said in two days I will wear training pants over them for in case of this type of thing. She told me these things while she was pinning my diaper on for school. It was a regular day at school. The day kind of dragged. Because it was so close to the end of the year that we mostly goofed around. It was a beautiful day, bright sunshine and no clouds. Doug and I remained friends since the gym episode. We walk home together almost every day and his mom still tries to embarrass him whenever she can. Otherwise she invites me in and changes me and puts Doug back into diapers. After his week of punishment he only wears them at home and at night. His sister is always checking us to see if we need changed. At the beginning she was doing it out of spite, but she changed and now she is really nice. Today when we walked in his front door his sister pointed us upstairs. Doug went first and I followed his sister. First she diapered Doug. Then, when she pulled down my plastic pants she said I was dry. Without saying anything she unpinned one side of my diaper and ordered me to the bathroom. I went into the bathroom and she was right behind me. I said, "I could go by myself," but she said my mom told her to make sure I use the toilet and that meant for her to stay beside me. I was totally embarrassed and couldn't pee. I just stood there. After a few minutes Susie told me to turn around. As I turned she knelt down to pin my diaper closed. When we got downstairs Doug was watching television and hadn't missed either of us. I guess he figured I messed in my diaper really bad or something. We started to go outside and Susie said we had to be in in an hour so she could take us to the bathroom. Both of us said okay and left. Doug has a lot of construction equipment and a large dirt area in his back yard where we make roads. We must have been out an hour because Susie called. An hour really goes fast. When I got up, though, I realized I was pretty wet. I didn't want Susie to know so I told Doug I was going home and I started walking in that direction. Susie spotted this move really quick. She hollered for me to "turn around and get in here with Doug." She looked at me and said, "you're wet, aren't you?" I didn't answer. She pulled Doug's pants down and undid his safety pins. She said for both of us to go upstairs for new diapers. Doug had wet his diaper, too. She was really nice to both of us, not scolding us. Both of us noticed how nice she was. This time when we went downstairs I left for home. Mom was making supper and it smelled good; it was fried chicken. That evening mom unpinned my diaper every hour and took me to the bathroom. She asked me if Susie was taking me to the bathroom. Mom was happy to know this was happening. Even with going to the bathroom every hour I still managed to get pretty wet. Mom has to change me at least once during the night or the bed ends up really wet. Most of the time I don't even remember her changing me. Today is the last day of school. Mom reminded me that tomorrow I won't be wearing diapers during the day. I just said, "I know that." This was only half a day of school, mainly just to get report cards. I did well, getting all A's and one B. Doug and I walked to his house. It was noon and we beat Susie home, so we went straight to the back yard. We were 9out there for awhile before Susie called us to come in. She told us to head upstairs and she followed us up. She told Doug to lie down. He said it wasn't three o'clock yet and she shouldn't diaper him until then. She got a "Susie" look on her face and pointed to a big wet spot on his jeans. Doug just put a sheepish look on his face and shrugged his shoulders. At this point he just lay down like his sister asked him to. I was soaked and in desperate need of a change. She told me to go to the bathroom and wait for her; she would be a minute. She brought the wet clothes and diapers and followed me to the bathroom. When she got there she unpinned one side of my diaper and told me to use the toilet. Again, with her standing there I couldn't pee; it was too embarrassing. And again, after several minutes, she ordered me to turn around and pinned me shut. The way she does this makes me get hard. She noticed and said I was sticking out again. When she had my plastic pants back in place she squeezed me a couple of times. It felt good. I was still hard when I was walking down the stairs, and without realizing what was going on the movement of my legs was making me feel good. Before I knew it my legs went to rubber and I fell down the last five steps. Most of what I remember after that was my leg hurt so bad. I was sitting on my leg and Susie was right behind me. She told me not to move. I don't know why, but nonetheless I didn't move. She knew right away I broke something-- she could tell by how my foot was facing. She told me this later. When she got to the bottom of the stairs she told me to lie flat. By now I was hurting really bad. Susie called Mom and Mom came over right away. Between Doug, Sue and Mom, they loaded me into the back of the station wagon and drove me to the hospital. Some nurses met us and got me out and onto a flat thing, like a bed with wheels. They took me to a room called the emergency room. They touched my leg gently, but it hurt anyway. They asked a few questions about the pain and when they touched my leg how much it hurt. Then they left me and Mom. Sue and Doug stayed home after I was loaded into the car. Mom asked me how it happened and I told her about when Sue pinned my diaper shut I got hard, and when I was walking down the steps something happened in my diaper. I told her how it felt so good, but it kind of hurt and it made my legs turn to rubber. Mom laughed hysterically. I said, "Mom!" but she was still laughing. When she calmed down she explained what was happening to me. Then she asked if it ever happened before this and I told her about yesterday and the time with Robby. I heard the nurses talking about me as the boy with the broken leg. I guess they couldn't do anything with me until a doctor came in, at least that's what they said to Mom. It seemed like we were there an hour already. Mom asked how I was doing. I said it hurt a lot. Then Mom asked how my diaper was and I said I didn't know. Mom knew how to find out and did so, saying I was okay for now. Soon after they took me to the x-ray they moved me from the bed and took x-rays of my leg. After they took the pictures they took me back to the E.R., short for "emergency room." The doctor was there when we got back. After looking at the pictures he said it was broken and needed set. One of the nurses took scissors, which were laying on the table, and started cutting my jeans leg. She cut all the way up the seam to my belt. She took my belt off and picked me up a little to pull my jeans out from under me. Then she pulled them off my unbroken leg. Everyone could see my diapers and plastic pants now. The nurse noticed I was wet and she said they couldn't change my diapers until my leg was fixed and in a cast. They put this hose-like stocking on my broken leg. Then they dipped these rolled-up things in water and unrolled them around my leg and over my knee, all the way up to my plastic pants. Then the doctor said he was going to set my leg and that it would hurt. He said it would be okay to yell or cry, but that I would be okay. I yelled, and it hurt so much and then I cried. Once he set it the pain began to ease up. The cast got hard pretty quick and the doctor let go of my leg. Mom said she felt really bad for me lying there and unable to move. I filled my diaper when he set my leg. I just couldn't help it, it just came out without warning. Since I was in a cast Mom was able to change me and clean me up. Mom put a white disposable diaper on me that one of the nurses gave her. They took me back to x-ray. I was covered with a sheet. They took some more pictures of my leg and put me in the hall. I asked if I could go home now, but no one knew, I guess. Finally the doctor came by and looked at the x-rays. He said they looked good and said he wanted me to stay in the hospital for a week. He said my leg would hurt a lot and he could manage the pain better if I stayed here. I ended up in what they called the pediatric ward. It was is a ward for kids. My room number was 313 and there were three other boys in there. The nurse was saying all this while in the elevator with my Mom. Mom told the nurse I might be uncomfortable in a room with other boys because I was still in diapers. The nurse said she knew that and that the three boys already in the room were in diapers, too. The nurse said that's why I was in that room, too.