Here I am at the start of another week, guess you heard I had quite a weekend, not to mention Joey. I wonder what happened after his mother got him home ? Wish he would have called or something.

I’ll tell you, after wearing cloth diapers all weekend it almost feels like I got nothing on with just my attends. I do believe they make more noise, though. Well, with my dry diaper on its time to get off to school. Today Mom is even letting me wear my snap-side nylon pants so they actually make more noise than my diapers do. The kids that know I’m still in diapers like to tease me about these pants. They say that I wear them so my diapers changes are easier. Sometimes they even run by and grab at them to see if they can get them to unsnap.

After 3rd period I finally saw Joey. He saw me but turned and went around another building. I was running late for class so I didn’t have time to catch-up to him. Man, have I lost my best friend? Who could blame him after what happened last weekend? As I sat in my next class I really kept wondering what was going on. The bell rang before I knew it and then it was off again, and soon it was off to my swim team.

I finally caught up to Joey in the locker room. I had changed already when Joey came in he looked at me with a look I had never seen from him before.

"What’s happening Joey?"

"Nothing, Josh."

"Why’d you go the other way after 3rd?"

"'Cause. Why don’t you go out to class, Josh, I’ll be right out, man."

"OK, Joey."

I headed off to class when I realized I had left my towel in my locker. As I entered the locker room there was Joey. My eyes almost fell out when I saw him standing in a disposable diaper. He looked up and saw me. He had tears in his eyes.

"Josh, get outta here."

"Joey man, what's going on?"

"You know, my mom talked to yours and now mom wants me to be just like you, a damn diaper boy. It’s all your fault, Josh. I don’t want to wear diapers and when the other guys find out my life will be ruined."

"Joey, I didn’t know, and man, I don’t want to wear diapers, either, but my parents aren’t giving me any choice. You have been over to my house. You think I can do much about it? Well, do ya?"

"Naw, I guess no, Josh, sorry, but what am I going to do?"

"I don’t know Joey, but you better get ready for class and we can talk at lunch, OK."

"Ok, Josh."

I think we both swam better that day than ever before. The daily workouts were starting to pay off.

After swim practice Joey headed for the bathroom. I kind of waited around 'til he came out. Everyone had already left and I could tell by the sound he made he again had his disposable diaper back on.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Josh, but Mom only sent me with one diaper and I had to put it back on."

"Wow, Joey, let me tell you, that's not a good thing. Remember the rash I got? That’s where I got it from. Wearing a wet diaper for too long, it will get you."

"But I can’t change like you, Josh, the guys still tease you every time you change after swim practice."

"Yea, I know, it hurts when they do Joey, but the rash hurts worse in other ways. Besides, Mom said if it came back she would make me wear my cloth diapers to school and that would be worse."

We headed off to lunch and had a long talk about everything that was going on. His dad was getting better, but he was going to be off work for a month or so and his parents too were tired of his bedwetting.

You know, Joey and I have been friends for a long time, but it was hard to believe that suddenly we were both going down the same road it like both our parents had read the same book or something.

The week went on and with me covering for my friend. I don’t think anyone found out about Joey’s secret, at least I hadn’t heard about anyone. The weekend was getting close and mom and dad and my brother were all busy planning his Halloween party for Saturday. He had his list of friends ready and a couple of them were real mean guys they had always teased me from the time I had ever met them and they had been even worse since they had seen me in my diapers when over at the house. At school when they would see me they would call me baby brother or diaper boy. It was my great relief that I didn’t see them at school too often.

It was finally Friday night and tomorrow was the day of the party. My dad and brother were out getting the last-minute stuff after dinner as mom was giving me my bath and then getting me ready for bed. Well gee, it was almost 7:30. Just before putting me in my crib Mom showed me a Rugrats T-shirt with a picture of Tommy on it. She then told me this was to be my costume for tomorrow's party. She said I could wear it and my diapers.

"Mom, why can’t I wear something that doesn’t show my diapers? I don’t want all of his friends to see me just in my diapers." Then she showed me the back of the t shirt and it said:

I LOVE MY DIAPERS

"You see why we can’t cover up your diapers, Josh?"

"Mom, I don’t want to wear that stupid shirt. I just won’t go to his party."

"Well, Josh, if you don’t you will be put to bed real early and you will be in diapers anyway. You decide and let me know tomorrow what your answer is. Now in to bed with you."

Choice? What choice? They will see me either way. This really isn’t fair, but nothing has been for a long time.

Saturday started early with my mom coming in to wake me up. Seeing I was quite wet she changed my diapers before breakfast. After breakfast the family went to the family room to decorate it. This was loads of fun, we had everything. We had been at it for a couple of hours when I heard my brother laughing as I turned I saw he had put a pair of my snap-on plastic pants on the skeleton. It did look kind of funny and if he really left them there at least I would not be the only one with baby pants on at the party.

Later, as Mom was putting me in the crib for my nap she asked me, "Josh have you decided?"

"Yea Mom, I’ll wear the T-shirt, but please let me wear pants over my diapers."

"We’ll see, Josh," as she slid the rails closed.

After my nap it was bath time again and then time to get ready for the party. I got dried off and then found Mom downstairs talking on the phone.

"Mom, would you diaper me?"

"What, Josh?"

"Mom, would you diaper me?"

"OK, Josh, I’ll be there in a few minutes as soon as I’m off the phone."

She came up about 5 minutes later and put me in some cloth diapers with nursery print pants over them. Then she put my Rugrats T-shirt on and she told me I was ready. Well, I guess the suggestion of shorts didn’t go over. I kind of watched TV for awhile and soon my brother came down. He was a baseball player. My sister was an Indian. And my youngest sister was a ballerina or something like that.

It was about 5:00 when kids started to arrive. I kind of stayed out of the way and for awhile seemed not to be noticed. Soon someone dressed as a nurse came in. Geez, it was Dorothy.

"Come on, Josh, you're missing a fun party," as she grabbed for my hand.

"Dorothy, I don’t want to go out there."

"There is your BABY Brother!" one of the guys hollered. Everyone stopped and just stared as I stood frozen with Dorothy holding me by the hand.

"Wow, what a costume, it looks so real."

Dorothy just looked at them and told them this isn’t any costume, this is the real thing.

"Wow, I can’t believe it. I heard your brother was in diapers again but he is so big I just didn’t believe that baby stuff his size was made."

It seemed through the next hour everyone of my brothers friends came by to check out the baby. It was almost 9:00 when Dorothy told me to go upstairs so she could get me ready for bed. I headed up without any encouragement as it would be good to get out of there and the amusement of my brother's friends.

After I was changed and rediapered Dorothy put my sleepers on and told me to climb into the crib just as Mom walked in.

"Josh, you better go back downstairs and say goodnight to everyone."

"Aw, Mom, I don’t want them all to see me in my jammies."

"Don’t be silly Josh, get a move on, young man."

I again knew this would be a no-win situation, so I headed back downstairs.

"Wow, look, Dinosaur pajamas." (man, this is the stuff that could get a kid beat up at school) .

They once again turned my way to check me out. I knew if this got out at school I would be ruined. Mom stood by the stairs.

"Say goodnight, Josh."

"Goodnight, everyone."

"Goodnight, BABY!" one of guys shouted. "Keep your diapers dry and your bed."

"BED! My brother don’t have a bed. He sleeps in a crib."

Off I went to bed and Dorothy slid the rail in place.

"Nite, Josh."

"Nite, Dorothy."

As I drifted off to sleep I realized that Dorothy wasn’t so bad and she even seemed to be somewhat protective of me.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of my door being opened by my brother and his friends. They had all stayed the night and slept down in the family room.

"Hi Josh, mom wanted me to get you up so you could come down and have breakfast, and the guys wanted to see your room."

All of them came in and looked my room over as my brother put down the rail.

"Look at all of these diapers. It looks like my brother's room, but he’s only 3. Josh, can you get out of your crib by yourself?"

I just looked but didn’t say a word. As soon as I got down I headed for the stairs and down to have breakfast.

Once down I really don’t know why I wanted to get there so fast as Dad was waiting for me by my highchair. He had me sit in the chair and was placing the tray in position. Just as my brother and his friends entered the room I heard a few giggles but no one said anything to me. Everyone had pancakes but mom gave me a bowl of oatmeal and a baby bottle full of milk. I choked down every bite just knowing my brother and his friends were probably not through with me yet. I tried not to look at them but the chair is much higher than the other ones in the room so it was hard not to make eye contact. I did notice my brother's friend Tim seemed to stare more than the other guys, maybe like a stare of sympathy? I didn’t have much time as breakfast was soon done and it was off to take a bath for me.

My brother and his friends were gone to the park by the time I got back and again all Mom would give me to wear was a T-shirt and my diapers and tennis shoes.

Around lunch time they all showed up from the park. They were all making plans for Halloween night, which is Tuesday. Mom reminded my brother that he promised to take his sisters around first before going with his friends, which he seemed a bit pissed off about.

"I suppose I have to take the baby out also?" My brother asked.

"No, he can stay home. Then one of his friends said it might be fun to take me around.

"It's supposed to be warm, so he's already got a great costume?"

"It’s OK," I told my brother. "I really don’t want to go anyway."

Mom looked at me and then told my brother, "Yea, that might be a good idea. Why don’t you take Josh. He can wear his nursery print pants. He would be adorable."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

"It’s OK, I don’t want to go."

"Josh, you will do as you are told and that’s final."

This comment from Dad was final.

You know, I think I am finally figuring out what Mom is up to. Every time she sees something is really embarrassing to me she forces me to do it. It seems she doesn’t care who knows about my diapers or the baby treatment.

Later that afternoon when it was just her and I in the house she came in the family room where I was watching TV and I asked her why she and dad were forcing me to go out on Halloween. She just told me it was for my own good. With tears in my eyes I told her that it seemed she didn’t care who knew about my wearing diapers.

"You're right, Josh. As long as you wet the bed you will be treated like a baby and part of that treatment is to wear diapers like a baby ALL the time, so they are impossible to hide so you might just as well get use to people knowing. Maybe this will give you the incentive to quit the bed wetting?"

"Remember the picture we took of you in your diaper, Josh?"

"Yea."

"Well, if you don’t listen and do as we say we will show it to ALL of your friends."

I didn’t need to hear this as I was hoping that maybe there were a few of my friends that didn’t know.

Well It looks like I’ll be going out Halloween night so if you see a kid about 15 in nursery print pants its me.