After running off the school grounds I ended up in a park not too far from my house. I sat under a tree thinking of the past events and just what to do about them. Knowing my parents, once they had made up their minds to keep me in diapers there would be no use arguing with them.

I was deep in thought when I heard my name being called. I turned to see who its was.

"Joey, what are you doing here?"

"I cut out early and figured you might be here. Man, I was just kidding at lunch when I said it looked like you were in diapers with those shorts of yours. You could have told me."

"Joey, I just couldn’t tell you or anyone."

"How did it happen, Josh?"

"Well. I kind of wet my pants this morning when Mr. Williams gave me a swat and he called my dad who brought me diapers to wear."

"Man that's too much, sorry Josh. Knowing your Dad he’ll never let you wear anything else."

"Thanks, Joey. Don’t you think I know that."

"Sorry about those guys in gym class. They're just a bunch of jerks. What’s ya gonna do, Josh?"

"I don’t know, Joey, I just don’t know. I really want to run away and not go home, but where can I go with just these stupid diapers and these shorts on?"

"Man, you don’t want to run away. They would find you and then it would be worse."

"WORSE? Look at me, Joey, how could it be worse?"

"You're right, Josh, but think about it. Josh, I got to get home. Man, hope I see you in school tomorrow. Don’t let those guys make it worse."

I watched Joey leave for home and I stayed just thinking. What could I do? How can I take this stuff? Wearing diapers at home was bad enough last summer, but now to school ? I just wished it was a dream and I could wake up and it would all be gone.

It was getting late and I decided to head off to home. Dad was already home from work. If he even went as pissed as he was this morning. I went in and headed straight to my room, Mom was right behind me.

"Josh, what happened? Your father told me you peed your pants even before school started."

I told her what happened, hoping for some sympathy, but NO way.

"Well Josh, maybe I should of just diapered you this morning and then this would have been avoided. I couldn’t disagree with her about that.

Mom left and a little while later my brother came in.

"Wow Josh, you really got dad pissed off now! He’s been out in the work shop all afternoon (dad used the workshop to get away from us all) I heard what happened at school and gym class. Boy, I’d sure hate to be you. What are you going to do tomorrow? You know they will be waiting for you."

He left the room and left me with even more to think about. If my brother knew about gym class it must be all over school by now.

At dinner that night Dad hardly acknowledged that I was there and it was pretty quiet overall. I went and did my homework afterwards and started to watch some TV about 8:00. My dad looked at me as I came into the room and he said, "I think its time for baby's to be in bed. Josh, you better get going."

Boy, I knew I had better not argue with that. I went upstairs and got undressed and cleaned up. The diaper he had put on weighed a ton and smelled pretty bad. I put on my pajama bottoms and went back down.

"Mom, I’m ready."

"What, Josh?"

"I’m ready, Mom."

"For what, Josh?"

"Mom, you know."

"Ask your mother nicely, Josh," my Dad called out.

"Mom, please come diaper me."

That's better, young man," he said.

Mom got up and followed me to my room. She got out the cloth diapers and laid them out on the bed and told me to lie on them. She powdered me and pinned them on tightly as usual. Then she put my plastic pants on and told me to get to sleep as she patted me on the butt. I heard my parents talking from downstairs about buying my smallest sister a new bed this week to replace her youth bed as she had outgrown it at her age..

A strange thing has started to happen recently and again it did that night as I was put to bed so early I wasn’t really sleepy, so I just laid there and started to rub myself. The feeling of those slippery plastic pants and the plastic sheet under the regular sheet made me feel real strange, but a good, kind of strange. It happened a few times, but sometimes stuff would squirt out. It kind of scared me at first but it felt soooo.... gooood.

Again I awoke the next morning very wet and Mom came in to check on me and told me she would change me after breakfast. After we ate she went back up to my room and undid my diapers and I went to take a shower. I rinsed and dried off not wanting to go back to the room. She was there with my waiting diaper there on the bed.

"You know the routine, Josh. No choices this morning. Get up here."

I didn’t want to be diapered but I also knew that I had no choice. She fastened the waiting diapers snugly to my waist with the three tapes. And this one as like the one from yesterday had the baby diaper insert which made it really thick. Again I had little choice of what to wear as none of my pants would go up over such thick diapers. Mom handed me a pair of sweat pants that I pulled up over the diaper, but looking in the mirror they took away any doubt that I was wearing a diaper ( that's the problem with sweats). My other choice was those shorts I was wearing yesterday. NO way! Mom then helped me find a shirt and thankfully it was kind of long so it helped hide my diaper shame.

So here it was, just my third day back in school and so much has happened so far. I went right to Mr. Williams office where he was waiting for me.

"Josh, I'm glad you came here today and I didn’t have to find you. Looks like your parents liked the diapering option (as he looked over my sweat pants). O.K. You know what I want from yesterday and at least if you piss your pants again no one will know."

With that I grabbed my ankles and again three really hard swats. The noise from the paddle against all that plastic was really loud but he would never know if I wet or not. He did seem quite proud that he was able to make me wet yesterday.

Then it was off to class. Believe me, I wasn’t ready for this experience. Everybody looked at me in home room. As I entered I did hear some whispering but I think it was comments about what happened yesterday. I made it to lunch and met up with Joey. He seemed a bit standoffish, but who could blame him. Seen with me he was hang’n with a diaper boy. He seemed to relax a bit after awhile, but I noticed a lot of kids in the lunch room pointing our way. I could almost bet every kid in school knew what happened yesterday.

Last period bell rang and it was off to the gym. I dreaded this all day. Yesterday was one of my worst nightmares, but since the beginning of summer there has been a lot of them. I went in and went into the gym where ¾ of the guys were in their gym shorts and tee shirts. The coach was asking those of us who weren't dressed in our uniforms what was up? He got to me and I told him my parents hadn’t gotten them yet as I was still hoping to be on the swim team.

Then one of the guys told the couch, “make him work out in his diapers. We’ve all seen him waddle in them already”

Another added, "please don’t let him on the swim team he’ll pee the pool.”

The coach ignored the others and said he had set up an interview with the swimming coach and me, and the other two, including Joey, would talk to him in the next day or so, but he expected us to join in on the regular gym class until then so we better get our gym stuff.

Whew! I escaped much better than even I had hoped for and when I got home Mom changed me first thing, knowing that my diapers would be soaked (they were). As she was changing me she mentioned that I was getting kind of red down there-- looked like diaper rash-- and that we would have to figure out how I could change during the day, but for now she would get some diaper rash ointment.

The rest of the week went fairly well and I was able to put off the coach about dressing for gym class. The swim coach talked to us all on Thursday, and since there wasn’t a large turnout for his team we were all accepted, so he rearranged a few of our class as swimming was just before lunch. I told Mom and Dad about this and Mom said it would be perfect as I could change after swimming. All Dad said was, "won’t they make him swim in diapers like the little pee pants he is?" Guess he was still pretty mad.

Well, I’ve made it through my first week of school. Hope yours was better. But my last period bell has just rung so off to home I go.

"Josh is going to come over tomorrow." Glad after all of this he still will be seen with me. Its quite a long walk to my house, and Mom is right. My diaper rash by the end of the day really hurts. I’ll be glad when swimming practice starts early next week so I can change during the day.

As I turned the corner towards my house I saw my Dad truck in the driveway along with a truck from a furniture company. Looks like they are delivering a bed. Oh, I remember, they were going to get my sister a new one since her is pretty old and she outgrown it anyway. As I get closer, yup, that what it is. Looks like her new one has that sissy canopy and everything. As I entered the garage my dad and the mover guys were in there. MAN, what's my bed doing out here?

I’m sorry, sir, we can’t take this one. It's much too stained. Maybe you can haul it off to the dump," the furniture guys told my Dad.

I saw in the truck that my sister's old bed has already been loaded up. Maybe I’m getting a new bed also? By the look on my dad’s face I for sure wasn’t going to ask him. I went straight into the house. I went up to my room and my brother was there straightening up the room. He even moved his desk where my bed was. I asked, "what’s going on?"

"You had better ask Mom or Dad," he told me.

"MOM!" I called out. When I looked in the open closet door all my clothes were gone! Mom came in.

"Mom, what happened to my bed and all my clothes?"

"Come with me, Josh, and I’ll show you."

We walked passed my sisters' room and her bed was all set up now and the furniture guys were about to leave. My dad signed some papers and off they went. He joined us on or way to my Mom’s sewing room. She opened the door and said, "Josh this will be your new room. Your brother is tired of having the smell of your wet stuff in his room, so I am giving up my sewing room so we can separate you both."

We walked in and I was in shock. This room was used as a nursery when we were all small and it was again, only the stuff was bigger. Dad kind of pushed me in a bit further.

"Josh, I made you a bed which we though would be much more fitting for someone of your age who still bed wets."

"But Dad, it's a CRIB," I said as soon as I could talk again while I was choking back the tears.

"That's right, Josh, a crib for a BIG BABY."

I kind of looked toward Mom and she just had a big smile on her face. I looked around the room and there were shelves with stacks of diapers, mostly cloth and some attends. Then I saw the plastic see-through bin that contained my plastic pants. Man, this is just awful.

Then I noticed that the closet had a small lock on it.

"What’s that for?" I asked.

Mom explained, "Josh, since you seem to have such a hard time with staying dry and your father told us about your not taking your punishment like a boy your age should, we decided to help you and take away some of your stress by making some decisions for you like what you will wear."

"What?"

"From now on we will pick out what clothes you will wear and we will dress you like we see fit."

"Mom ! Dad ! This isn’t fair!!!!!"

"NO, Josh, what isn’t fair is all the extra work your babyish behavior is causing us. Now I think you should thank your father for all the work he has done in getting your room ready! Now, Josh!!!"

"Thanks, Dad."

Mom told me to get my school clothes off and climb up on the crib. I slowly got my clothes off, which she didn’t seem to mind, but had a hard time getting myself to climb up in the crib. One slap across my bare butt was all the encouragement I needed, especially after a week of swats and only the ones on Monday to look forward to. I got up and lay back as Mom cleaned me up.

"Josh, that rash doesn’t look too good. Maybe those disposables are irritating you (yeah, they were in more ways than she had meant) We better try cloth this weekend and see if we can get it to go away. She went over to the shelves and gathered up what she needed and returned to the crib.

"Lift up, Josh," and she slid the thick cloth under me. She put ointment on the rash and put lots of powder on me, which actually felt good. Then she pulled the diapers very tight and pinned them. She then went over and pulled a pair of plastic pants from the bin and had me raise up as she snapped them over the diapers. She told me to roll over and she patted my padded butt and told me to take a nap until dinner as she raised the rail to my new BED......She closed the door to my room and left.

I rolled back over and looked up at the rails. They were almost up to the ceiling and the release for them was down at floor level after studying the crib for a few moments. Wow, I couldn’t get out of here if I wanted to. It was like baby jail.

I rolled back over and noticed how the mattress felt I pulled back the sheet away and saw it was like a crib mattress made of plastic, not as noisy as my previous plastic sheet which had always embarrassed me by someone maybe sitting on my bed and hearing it and then having to explain why it was there. But of course with my new bed I’m sure they would know (wish I had my old bed back with its plastic sheet).

That feeling returned again and I began to rub myself, plastic pants against that mattress was wonderful and then with those thick cloth diapers I exploded in minutes. I fell asleep in nothing flat in hopes to find that it was all a dream, was it? Is it? What has happened?