As I lay in bed I wondered what the rest of my life was going to consist of. I had just gotten out of juvenile hall last night and the court had ordered my mother to have me attached to her for a period of one year to strengthen our bond and straighten me out. Today was going to be my first day for this nutty punishment and my mom said this was going to be "one hell of a year for you, son." At age 15 I was being forced to spend time with my mother, yuck. "Time to get up, son. We need to get you ready for the day," Mom said as she came in to my room. She had a shoulder harness with her. "Sit up so I can put this over your shoulders. " The harness was baby blue with shoulder straps and a strap that went across the chest. It also had two straps at the bottom but I could not figure out what they were for. I sat up and mom guided my arms through the holes. She the secured the front buckle. "Ok get up." I stood up but not fast enough. mom grabbed the harness in the back and lifted my upper body up. This made me lose balance. I stumbled to the ground and she held me and lead me to the bathroom. "Do your business and tell me when your done." I went to the toilet and took a whiz. When I was finished mom pulled on the leash and I fell right on my face at her feet. She started walking toward the kitchen and the harness slipped off. "Well we cant have that, now can we." She came back and strapped me in once more and then stood me up. She reach between my legs and I jumped. "Come on, son, I have seen and felt everything you have and I would rather not be doing this, either. " She reached between my legs and grabbed the two straps she brought them up and buckled the into my chest. There was no getting out of it. She the snugged up all the bands and I squinted when it was to tight. She dragged me to the kitchen and I had to stay beside her as she made breakfast. She was making pancakes and it took her about an hour to get everything done. About a half an hour through I said, "Mom I am getting tired, can I sit down?" "Sure, you can sit on the floor like when you were younger. You loved playing on the floor." There was no way I was going to sit on the floor at my age. I stood by her until the food was done. We ate breakfast like normal and then as she was cleaning the dishes I was forced to stand up by her again. About the time she finished I was taken back to the bathroom and she told be to get undressed but I could not get the harness off. Mom came in and that is when I realized that it was going to be a long year if I needed mom to help me undress. Mom came in and unbuckled the bottom half of my harness. While she was at it she pulled down my boxers. My hand instinctively went to my crotch to hide my privates. "Move those hands, young man. I am going to be seeing a lot more of your privates. Go brush your teeth and I will get your bath water ready." I stood in front of the sink with only my undershirt that I wore to bed. The harness was still on and the leash was going directly to my mom. I was so ashamed the I started to cry softly. I finished brushing my teeth and I felt mom pulling on my leash. It forced me to follow it right to my mom. She took off the harness and then peeled the white shirt off my chest. She threw it on the ground and told me to get in. As I stepped in she began to talk. "Son, since you are going to be spending so much time with me, I have decided that I am going to treat you like when you were four and I was staying home with you. You will become mommy's little helper again. Since you dad past away I have not been able to give you the attention you deserve." I sat there in the tub and could not believe what my mom was telling me. The same time she was talking she was washing me. She started with my head and hair. "I think we are going to cut this hair. I will no have my baby boy wearing long hair. I also think we have to get rid of all your punk shit in your room. I never liked it and it is not suitable for a young boy like you now. Also I have found a person who makes custom furniture. We are going to go shopping today. She continued to speak while she washed but I did not hear half of what she was saying because I was trying to remember what it was like when I was four. I lost my dad a year ago and started hanging out with the wrong crowd. I got caught stealing from the Seven-Eleven down the street and spent a month in juvenile hall. When I was released the judge ordered me to spend one year in what she called a bonding year. "Ok all done. Stand up so I can dry you off," she said. She grabbed the towel and dried off my head and went down my body. As she reached my butt I cringed as she made sure everything was dry. She then dried my legs and grabbed my hand and led me naked to my room. She started looking in my drawer and said, "Where is all your underwear? You had all that underwear last year, where did they go?" "I threw them away after dad died," I mumbled. "You threw them away. I spent good money for those. I guess we will have to go next door and see if they have a pair you can borrow since no little boy of mine is going to wear boxers. Lets put these sweats on you for now." She put the sweat shirt on over my head then guided each hand through the sleeve holes. She the grabbed the pants and rolled them up and told me to step in them. After I got each foot in she snapped the band around my waist. She threaded my arms through the harness and latched the buckle on my chest. She reached between my legs and pulled the two straps up to meet the buckle in the middle she made she all was secure and attached the leash to my back. I was once again under her control. "Lets go son," she said as she tugged at the leash. I was small for my age standing only about 4'6". She led me down the stairs and to the front door. She put her shoes on and said, "when we get next door I want you to ask for some underwear because you threw yours out." She grabbed my hand and led me out. "I need some shoes!" "Honey, we are only going next door and your shoes are too old. We will get you some today when we go shopping." As she pulled at my hand I put my head down ashamed at the new predicament. I could not fight back because if I did I would go straight to jail until twenty one years of age. I was under mom's control. We got next door and mom rang the bell. A little boy answered the door in his PJ's. He was maybe four years old and he was wearing a pair of wet footed sleepers. He called to his mom and said that we were there. "Thank you, Tom, you can go eat breakfast so I can get you ready to go to shopping today. What can I do for you two today.?" "Well, my son and I are going shopping today but I just found out he was naughty and threw out all of his underwear and socks. I was wondering if you had I pair we could borrow," mom stated. As I heard this I mustered up all the energy I could and broke free from my mom's hold on my hand and then I struggled with the leash yelling, "I am a big boy, you can't make me wear baby pants! Mom, I am fifteen, you cant do this to me." I struggled with the leash but mom had a good hold on it. She went to sit on the step as she started pulling me into her. Once I was in reach she grabbed the harness and undid the bottom half. She grabbed my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. She pulled me toward her and then threw me on her lap while she sat on the step outside the front door. She told me to behave and started giving me a spanking. I have not had one since I was five. "I will do what I want to you or you can go back to jail. You are my son and I want you to have the best." By the time she finished talking my butt was so sore I could not touch it. I was crying so much I was running out of breath. Chapter Two Mom pulled my pants back up around my waist and led me in our neighbor's house. She led us to her son's bedroom and by this time Tom wanted to see what all the commotion was about. When we got to his room I saw a boy's room with a race car bed. The bed was completely undone. It had the strong smell of piss. "Sorry about the smell. My son still has not mastered the potty at night," My mom responded " That's ok, I remember when my son wet the bed. That was only three years ago." That did it for me. A fresh set of tears rolled down my face. All these years my mom kept it a secret and now she told the neighbors. Not even my grandparents knew about it. Mom told me to come to her. I slowly walked over to her and as soon as I was close she grabbed my hand and sat me on the wet bed. "Mom, its all wet," I cried. "You should be used to it, son. Remember when you used to wet the bed?" She grabbed my ankles and lifted them forcing me to lie on the we bed. She the undid the harness and brought my shorts down and took them off. Next she sat me up and pulled my shirt off. I was completely naked in front of a 4 year old boy and his mother. All my dignity that I had gained over the past five years were gone. The privacy that I so loved was taken away. I was now in the hands of my mother. I was like Tom. That scared me to think of what she would do to me. Would I be staying like this for the whole year? I was now being dressed. My mom first put an undershirt on me. This undershirt was blue thermal style. She next went to the drawer and found some orange Spiderman underwear. She made me step into them and then pulled them up me legs. When she got them at the height she wanted she positioned the crotch and then snapped the waist. This action made me whine. Next she grabbed a pair of shorts. These were brown and very short. Once again I stepped into them and mom pulled them up. Once the were up I found out that the had no fly. This meant that every time I had to go to the bathroom I would have to pull them down. When my mom lead me to a mirror I saw how short they really were. Any time I moved or bent over my underwear would show. My shirt hardly came down to my shorts so my back would show and if I reached up my stomach would peek out. My mom was satisfied. She had a big smile on her face. "Now I have my son back. Lets get this harness back on you." This time when mom put the harness on me she pulled something out of her pocket that I did not see. She put this thing through the harness I saw what it was. I went over to the mirror and saw what I looked like. Here I was at fifteen with blue shirt and a white fuzzy teddy bear on my chest. Chapter 3 "Please don't make me go out like this, mom," I cried. "Son I told you this morning, there is no discussion. No let's get some shoes on you and get going." Toms mom said, "If I may, I think I have the perfect shoes." She handed mom a pair of Blues Clues sandals. Mom slipped these over my feet to find that they just fit. "Ok let's get going ,son. Say thank you to your new babysitter." "Thanks." "No, son, you address your elders by ma'am or sir and its 'thank you', not just 'thanks'. Try again." "Thank you, ma'am," I said. Mom then grabbed my hand and led me to the car. She opened the back door and in the car I saw a booster seat. Mom lifted me from under the shoulders and sat me in the seat then she made sure I was strapped in place. We drove for what seemed like an eternity. We pulled in to the parking lot about an hour later. Mom got out and took a few minutes to come to my door. When she did she unstrapped my booster and pulled me out but instead of attaching a leash she turned and put me into a stroller. She brought up the crotch harness and then attached the belt around my waist. I tried to get out or test the buckle but it held me. There was no escaping. First we went to the bathroom. But this bathroom was different. It had only the one stall and a small toilet. Mom went and did her thing and without even asking grabbed me off the stroller undid the harness and pulled my shorts and underwear down. She placed me on the seat and said, "go potty now because we have a long day ahead." There was nothing I could do. I sat there and waited. My body just did not want to go. I told mom I was done and that's when she said, "for the rest of the year you will call me mommy or I wont respond." "Mommy, I am finished." She grabbed my hand and helped me off of the seat. She pulled my underwear up and then my shorts making sure both were pulled up all the way. She sat me back down in the stroller without doing the bottom of my harness. She buckled the stroller and once again we were off. "Ok, we have a lot to get for you, young man. First we need a new bed and cabinet to put all your clothes in. Then we have to get you some new underwear for you. I think we also need some new pajamas Seeing as how you have been sleeping in you boxers. Then we need to get some more appropriate clothing for you. And we cant forget that haircut." Mom-- sorry-- mommy was talking but she was not waiting for a response. We were walking along the mall and no one seemed to pay any attention to me which was such a relief. We got to the first store which was a furniture store. We went inside and mom went directly to the kids' section. She wheeled me around and then she stopped. I looked around to try and see what my mother was doing but I could not see what she was writing. We went to the counter and gave the women the money and told her to make sure the things would all match. What thing was she talking about. What was mother doing to me. "Mommy I am thirsty" "Ok I will get you something to drink in a few minutes." She continued going around the store and then we left. We went down to the food court and she ordered a large water and a coffee. She handed me the water and told me to finish it before we go to the next store. We went to a near by bench and mom sat down. I was left in my strollers but I stopped drinking. My mother set her coffee down and told me to keep going. She grabbed the cup I had and took the lid off. She told me to open up and start swallowing. I complied but not for long as I got full quick mom just kept pouring the water in my mouth. I was almost done with the cup when I needed to pee. I finished the cup and then the urge became horrid. Started wiggling in my seat. "Knock it off, son, and sit still." "But, mom, I need to go pee." No answer. I grabbed my crotch and when mom saw me she grabbed my hand that was on my shorts and she hit it about ten times saying that boys should no play with themselves. "Mom, I mean mommy, I have to go to the bathroom. I have to go pee." "Ok son, when we pass a potty I will stop." We continued on and I held my pee for too long and started bending over and holding my crotch. Finally we stopped and as my mom was taking my pants down in the bathroom I let go. I went in my underwear and down my legs and some leaked onto my mother. "Son, that's it these are not even your clothes and you just could not hold it for one minute. Now you are in big trouble." She stripped my clothes except my shirt. She the strapped me back in and quickly ran to the drug store in the mall. As she is doing this I am crying and puling at my shirt to hide my privates. Once we got to the drug store mom went to the aisle and grabbed a bag. She opened the bag and pulled out one. I noticed the was little trucks on them. Mom told me to hold them as she got me out of the stroller. She took the underpants and grabbed my leg I was forced to grab on to her shoulder as she slipped on foot in. Then she grabbed my other leg and slipped them in. She pulled it up my legs and only then did I realize the thickness and knew that this is training pants. She then grabbed another package and opened it. She put this on the same way. In one day she turned me into a small child being changed in public. I was now in training pants and plastic pants. Only a shirt to cover them. Mom strapped me into the strollers and we were off again. I was so embarrassed at this point there was nothing I was going to say. Mom grabbed a basket and put a few more items in. Since I was in the front I did not see anything and started to drift into sleep. By the time I woke up I was laying on my stomach in the back seat. I sat up and found I needed the bathroom again. "Mommy I need to pee," I pleaded. "Ok son, we are almost by the hair dresser you can go there." "Ok mommy I will try to hold it." We arrived at the hair dresser and mom opened the door for me. She then reached into one of the bags and found a new pair of shortalls. She slipped them on me the lifted me to my feet and attached the shoulder straps in the back. She took out my sandals and put them on me. She grabbed my hand an we walked into the hair salon. We walked up to the front desk and put our name on the roster. Then mom asked the lady if they had a public restroom for her little boy. When they said they did mom grabbed my hand again as we followed the lady. We both went into the bathroom and I stood there. Mom did her duty and as she finished she turned to me and told and said, Your turn, son." She grabbed me and did something I did not expect. She unbuttoned the legs of my shortalls and had me stand in front of the toilet. She pulled down my pants and as if something was wrong with the she grabbed my pecker and told me to pee pee in the potty for mommy. This was too much and I lost control. I strated peeing and crying at the same time. I could not stand this as I fell to my mom's power. She made sure I was done and then told me that I was a good boy going potty then she shook out my pecker until there was nothing coming out. She pulled up my training pants and then my plastic pants making sure it covered my training pants. Then she pulled the up to my belly button and flatted them on me. The cold plastic got warm really quick. She the pulled down my shirt and shorts and snapped the crotch. She then led me out to the chair. This chair was in the shape of a horse and she strapped the buckle around my waist. She went over and talked to the lady in a low voice so I could not here. Twenty minutes latter I had a hair cut that I would never get for myself. I had a part in my hair and it was thinned out and cut just above my ears all the way around my head. It was cut just above my eyes.