Well, so here I am still sitting on my bed. I wonder what my parents will do to me now that they have found out that I cut classes at school for the last 4 days. Man, I should have told Joey but I guess there are a few thinks that I should of done.

Yea, this is the worst part of a upcoming punishment, the waiting. My parents seemed pretty mad but what are they planning? I’ve been up here for almost an hour now waiting but I guess my wait is over as I heard the approaching foot steps approaching.

"Josh we are really disappointed in you, you have always been a good student, so we really don’t understand why you skipped school. You know the only way to get rid of that rash was to have you wear your cloth diapers and it worked; your rash is healed up. Maybe it was too embarrassing but you could have come to us before going off on your own, and you also know if you just stop wetting the bed at night and keep your diapers dry in the day time you won’t have to worry about wearing diapers ever again.

"But, young man, your cutting classes cannot go unpunished. You get a good night's sleep and tomorrow you and your mother have some shopping to do. Goodnight, Josh."

The side of my crib was raised and they left my room I had plenty of time to think as it was only 7:00 PM and I probably didn’t fall to sleep until about 9:00. What would they do?

Well morning came much too fast as almost immediately after waking up Mom walked in.

"Is Josh our big boy this morning or our baby boy?"

I lay there wondering just what she was asking.

"Mom, I want to be your big boy," hoping by just asking that maybe the diapers would go away.

"Fine Josh," as she lead me off downstairs to the breakfast table and we all ate. She let me down from the highchair and took me back to the nursery and removed my diapers and made me take a bath, telling me not to get out until she came to get me. After about a half hour or so she did come back. She had me get out and dried me off and took me back to the nursery. I was lying back in the crib waiting for the upcoming diapers when she returned and handed me what looked like shorts. Man are they thick and they have nursery print on the outside of them. Why they are training pants.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Josh? If you want to be a big boy then put them on."

"Really Mom, I don’t have to wear diapers?"

"Not if you don’t want to, Josh."

I put them on and then my corduroy pants and she handed me my striped T-shirt. Wow, this was great, no diapers, it's been so long. Let's see, it was about May or June of last year the diapers started.

She helped me with my high top shoes and off we headed I did pause to look myself over in the mirror, and if you didn’t know it you couldn’t tell I had on training pants.

Man, this was absolutely wonderful to be out without those thick or noisy diapers on. Even though the training pants were kind of thick they were no way near what diapers are. We climbed into the car and off we headed.

"Where to, Mom?"

"Well, our first stop is near the mall. We have to pick up some supplies. We drove around for about 30 minutes or so and during that time I had realized that I had quite a bit to drink at breakfast and I was beginning to feel it. She stopped the car near a drug store and told me to wait and she would be right back.

"Mom, I think I have to use a restroom."

"Oh, Josh, we just left the house and we will be to the mall in just about 10 minutes; a big boy could wait."

Well, no more needed to be said. I am a Big Boy and I too, can wait. I sat there trying not to think about it but it was hard not to as the pressure was increasing. Mom seemed to be gone forever but it probably wasn’t really that long before she returned. She saw me squirming around and told me to be still and not go through at antics of a 3 year old. Man it was tough, but I calmed down and before long we got to the mall, but then trying to find a parking spot, we drove around and around and finally found one.

"There Josh, we’re here."

I opened the door and got out, and that's what must of done it. Sitting put pressure on me and as soon as I stood up I wet my pants.

"Mom!" I called to her as she was already out of the car heading toward the store.

"Mom!"

She looked back as other people were arriving also.

"What is it, Josh? I thought you were in a hurry to use the rest room?"

"Well, Mom, I kinda had an accident."

"What, Josh? I can barely hear you," she said as she was heading back to the car.

""I had and accident."

Just then she rounded the corner of the car and people were staring at us as they were walking by.

Oh, I see my big boy peed in his pants. Josh your nothing but a BIG BABY."

She grabbed my hand and off we headed toward the mall.

"Mom, please!" I pleaded but she was determined to drag me with her. We got to the entrance of the mall and went inside I could see my reflection in the glass doors as we entered and the wet stain was really noticeable on those light tan pants. There was no doubt as to what happened to my pants and everyone we passed looked my way. I even saw some kids with their parents pointing my way.

"Mom, why are you doing this?"

"Josh, you told me you wanted to be a big boy, but from the looks of your pants I think not. But being a big boy you have to face your actions. If you were still wearing your diapers, which I figured you should be wearing, no one would even know you had wet yourself. Seeing you, they might of thought you were in diapers, but they wouldn’t be sure, right, Josh?"

"Yea, I guess so, Mom. "

"But seeing you in your peed pants, everyone knows what happened and they have no doubt. Right, Josh?"

"Yea, Mom."

"Wel,l then next time you think that wearing the diapers we put on you is too embarrassing, I want you to think of this day. By the way, we have several more stops to make after the mall and you will not be changed until we get home, so you better get used to the stares."

With that little speech we headed off to Sears and Mom picked up some Christmas presents she had on layaway. Of course the line were long and just standing in them gave everyone a good chance to see the 15 year old with wet pants. I heard several comments mostly from smaller kids about that boy with the wet pants. As we headed back into the mall we were in front of the rest rooms when Mom asked if I had to use them or if I had done it all in my pants. I just shook my head that I didn’t need them and we continued on. We made a couple more stops and then headed for the car we had been in the mall at least a couple of hours. I’m sure everyone there had seen me ,and now I was wondering if my pants would ever dry.

Mom opened the car door, but before getting in she told me to wait. She got one of the bags and spread it on the seat and then told me it was OK to get in. She just didn’t want the car seat to get wet.

We drove a couple of blocks and pulled into the parking lot of Babies R Us.

"Mom, what are we stopping here for?"

"Well Josh, your plastic sheet is starting to crack, so we have to get you a new one. Come on, let's go."

"Mom, not with my wet pants, please."

"Oh Josh, how much worse than the mall could this place be?"

Well, she had a point so I reluctantly headed off with her. We entered the store and it was huge. I saw a large selection of cribs off to the left and there was one almost exactly like mine only somewhat smaller, we entered one aisle and there were all kinds of sheets. As Mom was looking a sales girl came up to us.

"Can I help you?"

"No, we are just looking."

Just then she saw my wet pants and offered Mom, “the children's diapers are on aisle 12 over there," as she was pointing.

"Oh no, we don’t need any diapers. He’s got plenty at home; matter of fact he should of had one on today as you can see. What we are looking for is plastic mattress covers."

"Oh, follow me and I’ll show you them." (Oh great now she knew I wet my bed also of course standing there as I was guess it didn’t matter.)

As we followed she led us past some diaper pails. Mom stopped and of course the sales girl did, also.

"Josh, get that one. Look how big it is. It will hold a lot more diapers than your little one."

I picked up the one she pointed out and carried it with us. Finally, getting to the correct aisle Mom picked out a sheet and it even had kind of a nursery print on it.

"This will be just perfect," she said as she was holding it up.

"Josh, do you like it?"

We headed for the checkout stand and proceeded to pay for my new stuff. Again, lots of stares, and that diaper pail was huge.

We made one more stop at the grocery store. Again I had to accompany Mom, but finally my pants were beginning to dry, but now they were getting quite the odor. Now out of the store, we headed for home. Man, it was almost 5:00. As soon as we got in Mom told me to put my stuff away and she had to start dinner.

"Mom, can I change out of these pants?"

"Josh, I can’t do it for awhile, go ask your father."

"Dad, can you please give me some clothes to change into?"

"Sure Josh, but what’s wrong with what you’ve got on?"

"Well, I kinda, well I…"

Mom entered the room and told my dad, "Josh peed in his pants at the mall and they are very smelly. He really needs to be changed."

Dad seemed kind of mad as he went with me upstairs.

"Josh, what’s the meaning? Why are you still wetting your pants? A boy your age should have no trouble keeping his pants dry for such a short time."

He really didn’t want an answer or at least he gave me no time to answer. We entered my room and he told me to take off my clothes. As he opened my closet he gave me a T-shirt and told me to put it on and then he told me to get up in the crib. As I was climbing up he grabbed a few diapers and brought them with him. Dad let me try the underwear I had before.

"Well, your mother did buy a few pairs of them, but from what I just heard you're not quite ready for them yet, are you, Josh?"

Again, not waiting for an answer, he wiped me off with a baby wipe and pulled the thick cloth diapers under me. He powdered me and pinned them on very tightly. He then pulled up my legs a pair of my nursery printed pants and once up over my diapers he had me sit on the edge of the crib. He gave me my shoes and once on told me to get down.

"Dad, don’t I get any pants?"

"Well, when you show me that you're a big boy then you can have the pants of a big boy. By the way, Josh I think the punishment for cutting your school classes will be, yeah, you will have to wear nothing but BABY clothes over your Christmas vacation and while home you will wear nothing over you diapers."