Orphanage Blues by Paddypee Chapter One When a boy of twelve, my parents were killed in an auto accident, leaving me an orphan Having no next to kin, I was placed in an orphanage. Being twelve, there was little chance of my ever being adopted. You could say I was stuck there for the next several years. the orphanage was rather large. There were over 500 kids housed in the ramshackle building. There was also a shortage of bathrooms. When I entered the facility I was measured by a stick; I've always hated these kinds of tests. Being very short and small for my age, I felt discriminated against. Needless to say, I was several inches shorter than the stick, so I was shuffled off with the other short kids, mostly three four and five year olds, that being how short I was their size. We were escorted into a room where we were assembly lined. We were told to undress, or undressed in some cases and directed to a line leading to a bathing area. I was getting my bath and, rather enjoying being given a bath when I noticed that the child in front of me, being now dry, was being diapered. I didn't think much of it until I was toweled dry and then laid on a changing table. "Surely they're not going to put diapers on me," I thought . I thought wrong! "Hold it!" I protested. "I'm too old to wear diapers!" I tried to get off the table. Evidently, they were accustomed to some protests, for I didn't get anywhere. They ganged up on me and forced the diapers on me, ignoring my pleas and crying and whatnot. In those days, cloth diapers were all that was available; bulky, obvious and very heavy when wet. Noisy plastic pants were put on over these to prevent leakage. I tried to remove them and was strapped into bed for my efforts. I left all alone in my diaper for the night. Chapter Two Diapered and strapped to the bed and needing to go to the bathroom, I struggled valiantly against nature for several hours, crying for someone to release me and let me use the toilet. It was all in vain as the hot shame of uncontrolled urine cascaded and trickled into the soft folds of my hateful diaper. I began to cry at long last. I was grieving for myself and for my lost parents. I cried myself to sleep and woke up actually feeling better than I'd felt since my parents accident; however, I had a wet, very wet diaper on and felt somewhat intimidated when the nurse came into the room to check on me. The first thing she checked was my sopping diaper, of course. "My, you sure are wet," she said. "Lets get you changed and then I'll feed you and then you get to see the headmistress about this protest of yours about wearing diapers." True to her word, she changed and fed me a good breakfast and soon I was standing before the headmistress. She informed me that she was going to show me special clemency by giving me a test to see if I actually could be amongst the undiapered population. I agreed to take the test, anything to get out of these diapers. I was made to drink three tall glasses of juice which took a while as I had just had breakfast and my stomach was full. Then I was strapped to a chair with electric sensors attached to my crotch that would automatically stop a timer at the first sign of wetness. "If you can hold your water for two hours you will be allowed to join the big boys and girls who don't have to wear diapers" the headmistress told me "Otherwise, I'm afraid I've just wasted my time." Damn I had to pee already and she hadn't even started the clock yet.