Part 2

As previously stated in my other stories, I had some problems with 
pants-pooping and peeing in the lower grades at school. I also wore 
diapers to bed, and on long car trips. Sometimes I wore training pants 
and rubber pants on trips to department stores, etc. One time when I 
was 7 going on 8, I was going to Macy's with mom, and I was having some 
troubles, so it was training pants and rubber pants for me. Mom kept 
spares in her purse as well as a plastic bag. She was shopping, looking 
at dresses and other things, and for whatever reason I peed in my 
pants. She always seemed to know if I had an accident, and she 
confronted me. I was somewhat sheepish about my answer. That didn't 
satisfy her, so after she finished buying something for herself she 
marched me into the ladies restroom. As we walked in I noticed a little 
girl there, washing her hands, with her mom. My mother started to pull 
my pants down, and the girl noticed my rubber pants and walked up to me 
and my mom. She said, "Hi, my name is Linda and I'm four years old!"

She then told me she was wearing big girl panties and lifted her dress 
to show me. I looked, but also knew she was staring at my rubber pants. 
Then she asked me why I was wearing baby panties and how old I was. Her 
mother told her to shhhh but mine said, "It's OK, honey, he's 7 and has 
been having some accidents lately."

Mom then pulled my pants down all the way and checked, and confirmed 
that I was wet. Linda's mom commented that her nephew also wet his 
pants and was a bedwetter and was 5. Mine said I also wet the bed and 
wore diapers. Linda's ears perked up. I was then taken to a brown couch 
in the restroom to be changed. I didn't want Linda and her mom to 
watch, and I mentioned that, but my mom didn't pay any attention. I was 
laid down, my shoes socks and pants were removed, then my rubber pants 
and wet trainers. I tried not to look, but I did out of the corner of 
my eye. Linda made some comments about my pee-pee and I wished I could 
disappear. Mom put a fresh pair of trainers on me, then stood me up. As 
Linda and her mom watched I stepped into fresh rubber pants and mom 
pulled them up. I was embarrassed. Then my pants were put back on as 
well as my shoes and socks. Mom took the wet things and put them into 
the plastic bag she brought and stuck them into her big purse. Linda's 
mom talked to me a bit, wished me luck with my potty training, and 
Linda said something similar. Then they both said goodbye and left. Mom 
washed her hands and we also then left the restroom. I felt pretty 
insecure, being 3 years older than this girl and still wetting my 
pants, but that was my situation at the time.

I had some embarrassing things happen to me when I was a preschooler, 
but this, in the second grade, was worse. I was 7, and sometimes still 
had accidents on trips, but never in school. That was about to change. 
Once, late in the class' day, I felt the need to poop. I figured I 
could wait, as the teacher frowned on bathroom visits. But I soon 
realized I might not make it, so I raised my hand and reluctantly she 
let me go. Unfortunately I went to the bathroom and nothing much 
happened. So I returned to my seat. Soon I realized I now really needed 
to go, so I meekly raised my hand, but Mrs. Doyle told me “no, you just 
wait.” I did my best, but before I knew it I filled my pants. I was 
terrified! I remember a boy doing that in Kindergarten, and the 
comments and looks he got. I also remembered doing it in my pants when 
I was like 4 at a family function, and being diapered by mom 
afterwards. I sat very quietly in my seat, praying nobody would find 
out.

After what seemed an eternity, the bell rang for us to go home. I got 
up and remember feeling the load shift in my pants. Then I got in line. 
There were two girls right behind me, who always were trying to get 
others in trouble. One, Marsha, said "Phew! it smells, and right here!" 
Then Denise chimed in, "Yeah, it does!"

Like a real dummy I turned around, and Marsha looked me in the eye. 
"Ugh, you made in your pants, didn't you?"

At this point I'm sure I was sweating bullets and didn't respond.

Denise then said, "Charlie, you stink like my brother does when he 
poops in his diaper," and she started to pat my bottom.

"Baby did a stinky-winky in his pants!" They both started to giggle. 
Then the rest of the class heard what happened, and here came Mrs. 
Doyle. In a flash she mentioned the smell and that it seems somebody 
had an accident and looked right at me! I was horrified that she was 
going to pull down my pants right there, in front of the class. Before 
she could do anything, I bolted the line, and ran home (it was like 2 
blocks). I was in tears, and of course when I got to the door, mom was 
there. She instinctively knew something was wrong. My body language and 
her nose gave it away. She asked me what happened, and I tried to 
explain, but she wasn't hearing any of it. I was taken into the 
bathroom, and stripped down.

I was a mess; the poop leaked out of my underwear. Mom shook her head. 
I was wearing corduroy pants and they were full. After I was showered, 
mom came and got out fresh clothes and decided to talk to me. She told 
me that maybe I needed diapers now. I wore them at night but didn't 
want to wear diapers at school and explained that then I couldn’t use 
the bathroom that way; she then agreed no diapers, but training pants 
and rubber pants. So I was put into those.

The next day at school when confronted I told the other kids I just 
tooted but they knew. Denise said, “Don't lie, Charlie, you pooped in 
your pants. Did your mommy put you in diadees?” Uh oh, I am going to 
get pantsed. I kept a tight grip on my pants and ignored the teasing 
and comments, and for awhile kept a top eye open. Nobody found out I 
was wearing rubber pants, which lasted for awhile, but I didn't have 
any more accidents at school, just at other places. But that is another 
story

Part 2

As previously stated in my other stories, I had some problems with 
pants-pooping and peeing in the lower grades at school. I also wore 
diapers to bed, and on long car trips. Sometimes I wore training pants 
and rubber pants on trips to department stores, etc. One time when I 
was 7 going on 8, I was going to Macy's with mom, and I was having some 
troubles, so it was training pants and rubber pants for me. Mom kept 
spares in her purse as well as a plastic bag. She was shopping, looking 
at dresses and other things, and for whatever reason I peed in my 
pants. She always seemed to know if I had an accident, and she 
confronted me. I was somewhat sheepish about my answer. That didn't 
satisfy her, so after she finished buying something for herself she 
marched me into the ladies restroom. As we walked in I noticed a little 
girl there, washing her hands, with her mom. My mother started to pull 
my pants down, and the girl noticed my rubber pants and walked up to me 
and my mom. She said, "Hi, my name is Linda and I'm four years old!"

She then told me she was wearing big girl panties and lifted her dress 
to show me. I looked, but also knew she was staring at my rubber pants. 
Then she asked me why I was wearing baby panties and how old I was. Her 
mother told her to shhhh but mine said, "It's OK, honey, he's 7 and has 
been having some accidents lately."

Mom then pulled my pants down all the way and checked, and confirmed 
that I was wet. Linda's mom commented that her nephew also wet his 
pants and was a bedwetter and was 5. Mine said I also wet the bed and 
wore diapers. Linda's ears perked up. I was then taken to a brown couch 
in the restroom to be changed. I didn't want Linda and her mom to 
watch, and I mentioned that, but my mom didn't pay any attention. I was 
laid down, my shoes socks and pants were removed, then my rubber pants 
and wet trainers. I tried not to look, but I did out of the corner of 
my eye. Linda made some comments about my pee-pee and I wished I could 
disappear. Mom put a fresh pair of trainers on me, then stood me up. As 
Linda and her mom watched I stepped into fresh rubber pants and mom 
pulled them up. I was embarrassed. Then my pants were put back on as 
well as my shoes and socks. Mom took the wet things and put them into 
the plastic bag she brought and stuck them into her big purse. Linda's 
mom talked to me a bit, wished me luck with my potty training, and 
Linda said something similar. Then they both said goodbye and left. Mom 
washed her hands and we also then left the restroom. I felt pretty 
insecure, being 3 years older than this girl and still wetting my 
pants, but that was my situation at the time.