My cousins and my brother went on a trip to a fancy hotel in Las Vegas. It was only a six hour drive from the airport. I was crunched up between one of my cousin’s booster seats and my brother. We just left a gas station, to gas up and pee. My brother Alex he is 9 and a half (almost my age), he fell a sleep on my legs. My cousins Jake 8 years old and brad 10 years old played with each other. And the parents giggled in the front. It was basically a minivan filled with little kids. Every one is also potty trained. An hour later my brother wakes up, and asks how much time is left. Just then I noticed all this drool on my pants, and I yell out, "eww, Alex drooled all over my pants!". "We will have a pit stop in another hour", my mom said. I start to show off my Gameboy to my cousins. They look at it in amazement. All of a sudden my brother starts to cry. "What’s wrong?" I ask. "I don’t think I can hold it!" he screamed. My mom stopped the car and pulled Alex out. Alex pulled his pants down. But it was too late I saw his briefs get soggy and pee run down his leg. "Shoot!" my mom yells. Alex is crying. My mom takes out a plastic bag and makes me put all his soiled clothes in the bag. Alex gets dressed back in new clothes. "Why didn’t you tell me that you needed to go, honey?" my mom asks. Alex slowly stops crying, "I don’t know, it just randomly came!" My brother starts to cry. My cousins try to relax him. "Just watch out," she advised. We were now on the way and my brother stinks up the car with his pee on his body. This happens on every trip somebody in the car goes pee. Two and a half hour in the drive, we decide to skip the "pit stop" because no one had to go. Jake talked about what he wants to be in the future. "I wanna be a millionaire," he expressed. We now went on the interstate, a 45-minute drive with no stops. I start to feel weary. Brad tell stories of what he did in the summer. His stories quickly take away 15 minutes on the interstate. "Mom, I can hold it for and hour, but can you make it quick?" I procrastinated. Jake got uncomfy in his booster seat and wanted to make a deal with me. "If we trade seats for and hour then I’ll give you a dollar," he said. At that age I thought it was a good deal and so I sat in a high seat. My brother started calling me a baby. That made me miserable, but a deal was a deal, I could not switch seats. I reached over and hit my brother on his arm. He stops making fun of me. I start to shake from the urge to pee. Only 10 minutes left. Brad started tickling Jake and so my brother got the idea to tickle me. Guess what, I wet Jake seat and all my clothes! I try not to let my mom notice but my brother yells out. I took of all my clothes and sat naked for 10 more minutes until we got to the gas station. "What is it with you kids!" she says jokingly. My aunt whispers to my mom. "Great idea," my mom says. I have no clue what she’s talking about. We stop at CVS to get Coke. My mom goes out to buy the stuff. She comes back with 2 bags. "Wow, that’s a lot of Coke," I said. But when she got closer there was this big package of underwear that was written over with pull-ups. "Mom, we packed tons of underwear!" I still don’t know what these were until my cousin Jake explained. "It’s a type of diaper that it made to look like underwear, my friends wear one.” “Who’s it for?” I ask. “It’s for you kids,” she says. “Mom, I’m not a baby anymore!” me and my brother cried out. “I’m not forcing you to wear them, but you at least try them, anyway they are not for babies, they are for big kids!” she expresses. “Oh...” I say. I open the package with curiosity. I see thick rows of diapers/underwear in the package. I take one out and at first I thought it was really a diaper, but then there were no tapes on the side, and you can pull it up just like underwear. “Wow, these are for big boys!” I say. Since I was already naked I pull it up and it fit snuggly. My brother got jealous and quickly grabbed one and put it on himself. My cousins, my mom and aunt awed together. “Hey I thought these were for big kids!” I shout. “Honey, calm down, we are awing because those pull-ups make you look so cute that, if I could I would want to date you!” mom says. “Okay then...” I say. I soon fall asleep with the pull-up on. I wake up and we are pulling in to this fancy hotel. “Oh shoot, I need some clothes!” While I stayed in the car my mom got me and my brother some new clothes. We enter the hotel, after we check in I race to our room. I open the door and everything looked as if it were fit for a king. We also were just in time for dinner. While this all happened I forgot that I was wearing a pull-up until I went to the bathroom. Me my brother and my cousins undressed and we all went in to the bathroom. We were all in charge of checking how good we clean ourselves and each other. And if we did clean ourselves well then the person who checked you would clean you up. It’s sort of like an embarrassing punishment. But no one was dirty after the shower. When I laid on the bed I got an argue to pee. “Jake, this pull-up is made to hold pee?” “Yea, why do you ask?” “Well, who needs to go to the bathroom if you have a pull-up?” I say. “Oh, nice idea.” I let all my pee out. After that the diaper felt warm and wet, it also stunk up the whole room. “Did you have another accident?” my mom asked. “No, I just felt like using the diaper instead of the bathroom.” I say. “No, these pull-up were made for accidents, not for being lazy and not going to the bathroom!” she yelled in a serious manner. I started to cry. “It’s okay, you didn’t know that yet, but one more time and I’ll have to do something about it. “But isn’t these pull-ups made for pee, they are likes diapers?” “No, I told you that they were made for accidents!” she yells. That night I had no pull-up on, although I felt somewhat attracted to it. I get up and put one on, and go back into bed. “What happened?” my brother said in his sleep. “Nothing, now go to bed,” I say. I soon get too tired to take the pull- up of. I wake up to my mom shouting. “Now what, you want to become a baby again, these pull-ups were made for accidents, I don’t want to potty train you again!” there was a short pause. “If you really want to be a baby again fine, Jake, Brad, and Alex you are now in full charge of your brother, if he loses his bladder control, deal with it, you can blame him. Jim (my name) I am going to give a week and a half of being a baby. That means no privileges, you can pee and poop in you diaper, I’ m going to get it now, but you can’t go to the bathroom. Your brothers will now change you, pamper you and clean you. And it’s only going to be a week and a half, so lessons can help you in life. I am going to get the supplies now, (she points at my brother and cousins) you guys can take care of Jim while I’m out with Jane (my aunt).” She closes the door behind her. I start to sob and cry. My brothers and cousins start to feel sorry. After I talk with my brothers for half and hour, my mom comes in with pampers diapers, a diaper mat, wipes, and a car seat. “What!” I yell. “Babies can’t talk” she says. She gives a diaper out to my brother and she orders him to put it on me. I cry again. I watch TV with my brothers. I sat in brads lap while he tries his best to make me comfortable. “Lunch time!” my mom shouted. I expected the worst, but when I got to the table I didn’t sit in some high chair, or eat baby food. I could pick my food, but I had to be fed by Jake. After a full stomach we went to the car. I soon notice a huge car seat, in the van. I felt bad. I sat in it, it felt cozy and safe. Alex was ordered to buckle me in. I soon fell asleep. I woke up and since I had no other choice had let my poop and pee out. Just like that I got unbuckled and changed by Brad. I started to enjoy being pampered, I thought. So on the last day, I could finally do what I want. My mom asked, “Did you learn anything?” “Yes, it’s not to be lazy.” “Okay, you’re free to do what you want.” I missed being a baby, I also hoped that by to day id loose my bladder and still be a baby but I didn’t. Today I still quietly keep a pack of pull-ups in my closet...