Hi again guys, here it is another whole week has passed and tomorrow is my birthday. It kind of sucks that it’s on a Monday but if that's the worst I can deal with it. I know I have to go to school and all, but my real friends still hang with me and the ones who don’t, I guess they were not my friends after all.

It’s Sunday morning and I got some computer time so I have been searching the web because my friend Joey told me if I did a search for Bedwetting it might surprise me what might come up. Wow, he sure was right. I even have found a few that have about teens like myself who wet the bed still and some even still wear diapers like myself. Then during my search I found a site where the guy actually liked to wear diapers? I wonder if he started like me having to and now, I kind of like to at least at night? Well, I’ll have to read his history next time I can get some Internet time when mom and dad aren’t around.

Mom told me this morning since my birthday is on Monday this year she was having the relatives over today for a bar-be-cue this afternoon to celebrate, I really hate to think about my cousins and grandparents coming over. I know ma has told them all about my wetting for I have heard her on the phone but to see them with me back in diapers, Man I just don’t want to think about it.

The morning has just zipped by and here it is lunch time. All morning all I’ve been allowed to wear is my diapers and a “T” shirt and tennis shoes. Mom told me when I asked for some shorts or pants to wear that wearing diapers is to keep me aware of my bedwetting so I would stop.

I fell asleep in the family room and was awakened by the door bell about 2:00.

"Oh man they're here already, Mom. Mom where are my clothes?" I yelled in panic.

"Oh Josh, just calm down. Everybody except your cousin Billy has seen you in diapers before so don’t worry."

Don’t worry? I didn’t have much time to act as she swung open the front door as I was still standing there only feet away. My grandparents entered first and Grandma just smiled.

"Josh, you look sooo cute," as she pinched my cheek ( I hate that). Grandpa just stared and just said Hi. By now my sisters had joined us and my brother was on his way. I started to sneak away but Mom grabbed a hold of my hand and held me firmly. Next my aunt and her two oldest daughters (both older than I) entered. My aunt looked at me and said, "Josh, it's been years since I’ve seen you in diapers." My two cousins looked over and snickered at my sight. Then my uncle and my two younger cousins came in (both boys). As they looked my way they seemed to try to go the other way but my uncle prodded them towards me.

"Josh, what happening?" Billy said.

I looked and said, "not much."

"Oh really," Mom said, staring at me.

"Josh, take Billy and Bobby up and show them your new room."

"Mom !!!!!"

"You better do it now or we will all come up right now."

I turned hesitantly to go upstairs and my cousins followed.

"Wow Josh, mom told us you would be in diapers, but they're so big. What kind are they?"

I didn’t feel like talking about them but I did.

"They're cloth diapers and plastic pants."

"Really, I’ve never seen those before but I heard mom saying its what our oldest sister wore when she was a baby."

I opened the door to my room and both their mouths dropped open. They just stood there for a few minutes and then came in.

"Wow, Josh, it’s a babies room, you really sleep in the crib? Are those all your diapers ? Are those plastic pants?"

They just fired one question after another.

"Yea guys, this is my bedroom and I do have to sleep in the crib 'cause Mom and Dad got rid of my other bed."

We played with some of my toys stuffed animals and blocks and stuff for awhile and then went back down stairs.

Mom looked at my cousins. “Well boys, how do you like Josh’s room?"

"Man, I’ve never seen such a big crib before. It’s a big nursery."

By now she had the attention of my two older cousins.

"Josh, you even have a crib?" they asked. Mom just looked at me as I answered them. Now they, too, wanted to see my NEW room again I opened the door and they to just stared kind of in disbelief. They called out to my aunt.

"Look, Josh really does have a nursery."

They took their time looking at everything and commenting about almost everything and when mom opened the closet they went nuts over the babyish styled cloths that hung there.

By now all the Men (uncle, Dad, Gramps and even my brother) were out starting the bar-be-cue. I wanted to go out but Mom told me little boys shouldn’t be outside with the men. I really just wanted to get away form all those girls before they noticed that my diapers were in need of a change.

"Josh come over here." (Oh, too late)

I went over to where my Mom was sitting as se pulled the front of my plastic pants down to check my diaper.

"I thought I told you to let me know when your pants were wet, young man ! You don’t want to get that nasty rash back, do you? Well, do you?

"No, mom."

She then caught me off guard when she turned to my aunt and asked if she would like to change my diapers. Mom, please not her.

"Oh Josh, don’t be a brat. Why, I changed you plenty of times when you were a baby. I don’t think one time now should hurt anything."

She then grabbed my hand and we headed for the stairs.

"Mom, Mom, can we help?" my older cousins asked.

"Oh sure, I’m sure I will need some help."

I looked at Mom for help but she just gave me that smile.

We all got up to my room and my aunt helped me into the crib. There was already a changing pad on top so she slid my plastic pants off and then unpinned my diaper. I almost started to cry as she was changing me as my two cousins just stood and watched. She asked one of them to get the powder and a new set of diapers and she was using baby wipes to clean me up. Handing the new diapers to my aunt she had me lift up as she slid the new stack under me. She then had the girls come closer as she showed them how to sprinkle the powder and rub it in. Even as embarrassed and mad as I was that my Mom would let her change me when she rubbed in the powder I sprang to attention. My cousins seemed surprised.

"Don’t worry, girls, boys do this kind of thing when they get their diapers changed, especially when their as old as Josh."

She then pulled the diaper snug and pinned it in place. She then had me raise up again and placed my snap-on pants under me. I really hated these kind as they seemed real babyish. She snapped them in place and then had me sit-up in the crib. My cousin handed her a T-shirt and a pair of shorts and they helped me on with both and then had me stand up as they thought they were so cute as the shorts barely covered my diapers and even stuck out around the waist and leg openings.

We went back down stairs and everyone was heading for the dining room. Dad stopped me and said they had a birthday present for me. I looked over at the stack of presents and wondered which one.

He then told me I had to cover my eyes as he tied a blindfold over my head and then lead me by the hand. Everything was so quiet, I wasn’t sure where he was taking me. He then had me sit down at what seemed to be one of the bar stools but he then placed something in front of me and I heard a loud click sound.

"Dad, can I take the blindfold off?"

"Go ahead, Josh, you can remove it."

As I did I realized that I was in an oversized highchair and with the tray in place and the strap between my legs I was trapped.

"How you like your dad’s handy work, Josh?" my Mom asked I just sat there in front of all my relatives stunned. My grandma brought an arm load of presents and placed one on the tray.

"Open it, Josh, I think you will be needing it soon."

It was from my grandparents and it was wrapped in little kids' wrapping paper as were all my presents. As I ripped it open I realized it was a bib and it had little farm animals all over it. She came over and shook it open and tied it around my neck.

"There you go, Josh," she said. "Now you don’t even have to worry about spilling anything on yourself."

"Let me down! Let me down, I don’t wana be up here. Please Mom let me outta here."

"JOSH, stop it. All the whining in the world will not help. Your father has spent an awful lot of time make you this highchair. NOW stop acting like a BABY, Joshua."

Oops maybe I’d went too far, for Mom never calls me that unless I’m in real trouble. She then put a plate of food on the tray and gave me just a spoon to eat with.

Everyone just stared to see what I would do but I figured Mom was mad enough so I just sat there and ate my dinner (like I had a choice I really could not get out of that chair.)

After I was done with dinner I got to sit there and open the rest of my presents, I got a couple pairs on nursery print plastic pants from my aunt and uncle, a onesie from my grandparents, and a T shirt from my brother that said “I’M the little brother.”

Then Mom brought a BIG cake, chocolate, my favorite. She lit the three candles and set it on the tray of the highchair and I blew out the candles then se served everyone and gave me a piece on a plate without a fork. I asked her for one but she told me to use my fingers and then she gave me a glass of milk in one of those toddler cups, I was quite a mess when I was through but she wiped me clean expertly.

A few hours later everyone left for home and on their way out my two older cousins offered my mother baby-sitting service if she ever needed any. I had always thought I would enjoy my teen birthdays, but I could of never predicted this one. I’m sure I will never forget it though. I guess now my baby treatment is complete. My parents have me in full time diapers, I sleep in a crib and I’m sure I’ll be eating in my highchair from now on. What else?

Well Monday finally got here and I ran into Joey on my way to school. He wanted to know how my birthday was and I told him. He couldn’t believe that I now have a highchair, why would any parent do this?

Last week has past fairly quickly, the only thing unusually was I saw Joey’s mom over at our house a few times but she was always on her way home when I got there. Mom didn’t say anything so I really haven’t thought to much about it. Dad is going out of town this weekend hunting with his friends and my brother.

Well Friday is finally come as I got home Dad and my brother were on their way out for the weekend hunting trip.

"Bye Josh, be a good little boy for your mother and do as she tells you."

"Bye Dad."

Mom was just finishing up changing my diapers as the front door bell rang, it was Joey’s mom and Joey was with her. She asked my mom if Joey could stay with us for a little while as Joey’s dad was hurt in a construction accident and she was on the way to the hospital to see him and Joey was to young too go see him also.

"Oh, of course he can stay, and don’t worry about a thing. Good I’ll be back in a few hours."

Here I was running around just in by now weekend routine of cloth diapers and plastic pants and these were the nursery print ones I got for my birthday last weekend.

"Hi Joey."

"Hi Josh."

"Don’t worry, I’m sure your dad will be OK."

"Yea, I hope so."

I got Joey involved in my flight simulator game and before we knew it dinner was about to be served.

"OK Josh, hop up into your highchair."

It was then that I had realized that Joey had not seen my new chair but I had told him about it. Mom fastened the tray in place and tied a bib around my neck she then fastened the strap between my legs and I was ready for dinner. Joey took a chair at the other end of the table he kept staring as we ate but said nothing. On the other hand my sister kept taking turns with their comments on what a big baby I was.

Dinner was over and Mom finally let me down and me and Joey went to play with the computer. We went online and he showed me more teen baby web pages some were real kewl.

We finally went to watch some TV as it was getting kind of late, well not really that late, but since my parents started babying me bedtime was about 8:00, sometimes earlier. Mom finally stuck her head in and told me it was time to get change for bed. Joey stayed watching TV as mom took me and put me in dry diapers and my new dinosaur footed jammies. I looked in the mirror on my way back down stairs and with those cloth diapers my butt was about three times normal size. Yup, looked just like a toddler.

"Nite Joey."

"Nite Josh."

Then Mom took me back to my room and pulled the rails up on the crib.

As I fell asleep that night I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Joey as I knew he was worried about his dad.