The next morning after awaking I found out that dad was serious about what he had threatened the night before. He came in to get me out of my crib and even though I was very wet he would not change me, he just took my hand and lead me off to breakfast. He helped me into my highchair, which was not unusual by now as this occurred just about every morning, but after breakfast was done he took me to my room and changed my diaper. He put me back into another cloth one and pulled up my plastic pants. As the house was kept fairly warm he didn’t even give me a t shirt to wear and as he turned to leave I asked him for one.

"Josh, I told you since you don’t seem to understand. Your punishment for your skipping all those days at school, during Christmas break when you are at home you will get no other clothes to wear other than your diapers." He then turned around and left. Wow, I knew I heard what he said but he really was going to follow through with it as I was left standing there.

Later that morning after I had finally left my room I went down to watch some TV when a couple of my brother's friend's came in and caught me there. Talk about vulnerable the way I was dressed, or the lack thereof. I just sat there turning red.

"Josh my man, what’s up?"

Again I just sat there while they both stared at me. My brother came down and met his friends.

"What’s going on with Josh?"

"The dumb baby skipped school last week and he is being punished, he can’t wear any clothes other than his diapers for the next two weeks."

"Bummer Josh, but you know you look just fine in those baby pants," one of his friends said as they headed for the door.

"Josh, we are going to wash our cars out in the driveway, why don’t you come out and help us? It’s pretty warm already."

Again I was silent as they headed out the door. They never invited me to hang with them ever. But now when I couldn’t they tease me.

I didn’t know but dad had overheard everything and before I knew it he was standing in the TV room.

"Josh come over here," he demanded. I got up and went over to him.

"You know, Josh, my car is filthy, and since the other boys are out washing theirs I was thinking of backing ours out and you could take care of cleaning it up. Besides, it’s such a nice day out you should get out and enjoy it."

"DAD, you can’t be serious?"

"Why not, Josh? It will be good for you."

I can’t go out in the front in just my diapers. The neighbors and everyone will see."

"Oh, I’m sorry, that’s right, you don’t want people to know even when we give you clothes to wear over them like to school, Right. Then you just skip school and go off on your own. Well Josh, I don’t really want everyone to know that I have a 15 year old son who still needs diapers so put these on," as he tossed me those same red shorts and a t shirt. I gladly pulled them up over my diapers and they were a pretty tight fit, but better than just diapers. I noticed right away that when I bent over my diapers stuck out the legs of the shorts by a lot.

Dad went to back out the car and told me to get a bucket. I got a bucket from the laundry room but took my time as even with my shorts on I really didn’t want to go outside,.

"JOSH!" my dad yelled. I walked over to the garage door where he was standing. "Let's get a move-on, young man."

"Nice shorts, Josh," my brother pointed out to everyone.

"Yea, you can hardly see his diapers," his friend added.

Dad left to go back in the house but told me I had better clean the car really good. I had to share the hose with my brother and his friends. It didn’t take them very long before "Spraying the Baby With the Hose" became a popular game and they all took their turns. I had the outside of dad's car almost done when my brother grabbed me and his friend just soaked me down with the hose. Dad heard the noise and came out to see what was happening.

"Josh you're really soaked."

"Not like it's the first time, Dad," my brother added. "He’s soaked every night."

My brother and his friends went back to their cars and as I opened the car door to start on the inside Dad noticed.

"Josh, I don’t think soooo."

I looked up at him with a puzzled look.

"You're not getting in that car with those soaking wet clothes on. Wait a minute, Josh."

He left and went back inside. Again my brother and his friends caught me from behind and ripped off my T-shirt. Then just like in gym class almost a year ago they pantsed me and ran off with my shorts, leaving me standing there in just my diapers and plastic pants. Dad opened the door and came out.

"Josh, here is a T-shirt." he knew what happened. As I was putting it on he told me he couldn’t find any shorts for me so to just hurry up and clean the inside if the car and then I could come in.

I cleaned as fast as I could as I could hear the guys making fun of me still. Boy, this was going to be a long Christmas break as this was only the second day.

The weather started to get a bit colder and even in the house it was a bit cool to run around in nothing but a diaper so my dad finally let me wear a t shirt. A few of my mom’s friends had stopped in during the day and I’m sure I was quite a sight wearing only the diaper and T-shirt, and mom always made sure I had on some really juvenile plastic pants.

We are now days from Christmas and this morning we are going to the mall, OH BOY. Usually I loved to go, but with what I’ve been through I just knew it would be a adventure. We headed off except for my brother who was off with some of his friends. We got there and headed to some stores for some last-minute shopping mom had to do. She asked my oldest sister if she had to had all her gifts and she did.

"Mom, I think I need something for Josh," and she whispered something to my Mom.

"OK, go get it, that would be fun."

I watched her head off and turn into the baby store which just awhile ago I picked up my diaper pail. We headed off to a nearby store and mom made her purchases. As we were leaving she mentioned that my sister had been gone for a bit longer than she thought she should, of so we headed off in the direction of the baby store. I really didn’t want to go there after my pants-wetting experience I had just been through, but my mom had a hold of my hand and I had no choice. As we entered the store with me in tow and my little sister not far behind we started looking around when all of a sudden a familiar voice from the past sounded. Why yes it was that same “helpful” sales girl. "Can I help you?"

As we turned she had the look of recognition on her face she looked me over and said to my mom, "I see you’ve taken care of his pants-wetting problem."

Mom and my sister just grinned. Mom continued, "I’m looking for my oldest daughter she came in just about 15 minutes ago. She has blond hair and is about 12."

"Oh yes, she is getting a gift wrapped in the back. She said it was for her brother and that must be you," as she looked at me. "You will love it."

She told my mom that my overalls were just darling and that I looked very cute in them all the word a 15 year old boy doesn’t what to hear. My sister finally came out and met us and then off we went again mom held my hand as if I was just a toddler.

"Mom, Mom, there is Santa," my little sister said. "Wouldn’t it be good to have Josh get his picture with Santa?"

Mom looked at me and I just said NO. My older sister agreed with the youngest and started to pressure mom.

"Mom, Josh really needs his picture with Santa."

"OK girls, the line isn’t too long so I guess we can."

Mom led me to the back of the line and told me to get in there.

"Please, Mom."

"Just get in there or I will stand there with you."

Man what's worse, getting your picture with Santa, or having your mom stand there with you? So I got in line. Mom just stood there as I really wanted nothing more than to just leave. I know I stood out as all the other kids were probably all under the age of 6. There were a few parents in line with some of them. Others were just watching and waiting to get pictures when their kid got on Santa’s lap. I stood there for about 15 minutes and soon I was next. This little elf girl came up and asked if I wanted to talk to Santa. I looked back and saw mom still watching and answered yes.

"Well, what’s your name?"

"Josh," I told her. Soon she took my hand and walked me over to Santa.

"Santa, this is little Josh," she told him. He patted his lap and had me sit on his knee I sat down on his knee he asked if I had been a good boy and what I wanted for Christmas.

Just then from across the way I heard “Hey JOSH!” and looked up to see a couple of kids from my swim team. I knew right then I wet my diapers just like a little kid and Santa knew it as he jumped a bit even though he could tell I was diapered. As I got up to leave he thanked me quietly for not wetting on him and told me to be a good boy and maybe my Christmas wish would come true. I got up off his lap and walked back over to where mom and my sisters were. Again I heard the voices of my class mates: “Hey Diaper Boy, ya' ask Santa for more diapers?”

Man, was this embarrassing and my sisters were laughing as I got back to them. Mom just smiled as we went over to pickup my pictures with Santa. She bought several and gave me one. We left the mall and headed back home I was really wet by the time we got back home and Mom changed me for the night and even put me to bed. She came back in a few minutes later and gave me a bottle and kissed me goodnight. As I drifted off to sleep that night I had a lot to think about and I knew with Christmas just a few days away this would be one I would not forget.