Hey guys sorry it’s been so long to update you but with school coming to an end and all it’s been really busy. Thanks to all of you who E mailed me it for you guys I’m writing this for, only heard from a couple of you who wear diapers to high school but most of you want to, not because you have to like me though, oh well I know there are others besides me and Joey.

Our swim team has been very good this year and I hold the record for the 100 and 200 meter freestyle for our school and am 2nd in the district. I have gotten teased quite a bit, even from my own teammates for wearing these stupid diapers, but I guess maybe I can’t blame them. I have found Little Swimmers diaper/pants hanging on my locker or just Pampers, and at one meet some yelled out just as was about to dive in “don’t pee in the pool.” Yea real funny. Then at one meet one of the guys pushed me into the other team's locker room just after I had taken off my pants and all I had on was my Attends diaper. The other team had a field day with that, "look he got plastic Speedo’s on. Naw, those are baby diapers. Pretty young team were up against, maybe we should have this meet at the park in the kiddy pool?" Well, this meet I came in first in three events and the guys couldn’t say to much more for the diaper kid who made them all look bad.

I think I told you that most everyone I knew except Joey had got their permits to drive. Well, you should of seen my mom and dad when I asked them if I could get mine. I waited 'til a weekend on Saturday morning after breakfast my brother and sisters were all out of the house and mom and dad were sitting have a cup of coffee.

"Mom, Dad, could I ask you guy something?"

"Sure, Josh, what is it?"

"Well, I was kinda sorta of wondering if I could..... Could....."

"Well, for heaven's sake Josh, what is it, do you need to be changed already or what?" Mom responded.

"No Mom, I just was wondering if maybe I could get my driver's permit, you know, I’m signed up for drivers education next fall."

They just sat there and stared at me like they didn’t hear a thing that I had said.

"Well, can I?"

Looking back I’m sure the stare was because I looked soooo goofy standing there in a t shirt and my night cloth diapers and plastic pants but that all I was allowed to wear on weekends.

"Josh, let me get this straight, son," my dad started. "You our 15 years old."

"15 ½, Dad," I reminded him.

"Oh yeah, 15 ½ year-old son who is still in diapers for being such a baby at night wants to get a drivers license? Is that right, Josh?"

"Not a license, dad, a permit, and then you guys can take me out driving."

"Oh yes, we did that with your brother, didn’t we?"

"Yea Dad."

"Josh, you must be kidding, you can’t even keep you bed dry. I’m sure we are going to let you drive."

But Dad that's not fair everyone I know are getting their permits, please."

"Well, we will think about it and let you know later on. Now go out and play in the yard."

I really didn’t expect that kind of reception from Mom and Dad and really didn’t know just what to think. A little while later Joey showed up and Mom sent him to the yard where I was.

"Hey, Joey, what’s up?"

He seemed awfully quiet today and looked as he was about to cry. We played catch for awhile and he seemed to calm down. He had shorts on over his diapers and as hot as it was that day I’m sure he wished he could of taken them off and just been in diapers like me. We stopped for awhile and he finally started to talk to me he told me last night was his deadline to stop wetting the bed and he pulled down his short a little to show me he was still in his very wet night diapers.

"So Joey, what kind of deadline is it?"

"You know now I have to wear them all summer. Dad says he’s going to treat me just like a baby and I will be in these diapers all the time. Man, I don’t know if I can do it. At night and the times I had to wear them to school was bad enough, now he said I have to use them and him and Ma will toilet train me before school starts next fall."

"Wow I'm sorry, Joey, but as you can see I’m pretty much already there." Then I told him what I talked to my parents about this morning.

"What, they are going to let you get your permit? That’s so kewl."

"Yea, I think they will after they remembered that my brother got his about this same time."

Joey left right after lunch and his diapers were dragging. I was back outside when Mom called.

"Josh, come inside, please." I hurried off to see what they wanted.

"Yea Mom?" I asked as I entered the kitchen.

"Josh, let's get you changed. You are pretty wet, young man, and I don’t want to see you as wet as your friend Joey."

"Thanks mom, he was really wet."

She again put me in some thick cloth diapers but it’s pretty much normal for weekends. Dad entered the room.

"Well, is he ready, or have you told him?"

"No dear, I haven’t told him a thing. I thought we could get him ready and then take him for his surprise. She then produced a real short pair of shortalls and a t shirt which she dressed me in. I don’t know where she got these as they still keep my closet locked so I can’t choose any of my own clothes. She then gave me a pair of white high top shoes and socks and had me put them on as I sat on the floor every time I lifted my leg the diapers would show.

"Come along, Josh, it’s surprise time."

Dad and mom and myself got in the car and off we went. They definitely would not say where to, though. We drove for quite some time before dad pulled into the DMV. I hadn’t even thought that they were open on weekends, but for licenses and registration they were.

"Josh, here we are, you want to get your permit, let's go get it."

"D...Dad you can’t be serious? I can’t go in dressed like this."

"Well, son, if you want it you will have to go in like you are, or maybe we should just forget the whole thing?"

I sat there stunned, I really want to get in but, man, I looked like a big toddler what would people say.

"Well Josh, what is it? Josh?" I almost started to cry I was so close but yet so far.

"Josh, what will it be, son?"

"OK Dad, you win, I go."

This, I guess stunned both of them, but I just couldn’t let them win again. Mom accompanied me in as I guess Dad was too embarrassed to be seen with his diapered son. She kind of kept her distance but stayed with me. We went up to the information desk and the guy there asked if he could help.

"Where do I go to get my driving permit?"

"Well, right over there. Just follow the red line."

As I backed away from his counter he said, "you know, you have to be 15 ½ and have a birth certificate."

"I know," I told him and mom said she had the certificate. Mom stayed with me in line and I over heard a few comments from people on how young the future drivers are getting. One woman said as she passed, "they are just babies," and I heard a lot of snickering and heads turning to see. It seemed like forever, but we made it to the window. He looked at me and asked to see the birth certificate. Mom gave it to him and he asked me if I had any physical handicaps but I told him no. I’m sure he was wondering about the diapers as they showed every time I moved. Mom paid him the fee and he gave me a booklet and we turned around and left. About half way out I dropped the booklet and some papers out of shear nervousness and bent over to get them. I heard a few smaller kids say, "look mom, the big kid is still wearing diapers." I picked the stuff up and we quickly left, and none too soon. We got back to the car and Dad seemed really surprised that I had went through with it.

"Wow Josh, you really did it. I’m proud of you, son," he told me. I didn’t tell him how wet my pants were from the fright of this whole event, and after we got home he told the whole family of my accomplishments. The rest of the day I was just really jazzed at getting what I wanted and not letting them torment with yet another goal.

After my bath and Mom putting me into my night diapers Dad came in the tell me goodnight as he raised the rail on my crib.

"Oh by the way, Josh, where is your permit?"

"Over there on the table."

He kind of looked but didn’t see it.

"Dad, next to the plastic pants."

This seemed to hit him, "Josh, you left your permit on your changing table?"

"Yea dad, where else can I?"

He picked it up and with my mom in the room told me I could have it back when I stopped wetting my bed!

"But dad, you said…"

"I know what I said and I don’t know what I was thinking Nobody in diapers should be driving and that's final. If you really want it back then just stop wetting your bed, young man."

He then closed the door and left me in my crib. I lay there in shock after the hype of the day. To be let down like that was unbelievable. I know I cried myself to sleep that night and in the morning awoke to a very wet diaper. It seemed to be late morning already as I waited for some to come and let me out of my baby prison. I knew from the past that there was no way I could get out on my own. I waited for what seem to be hours but with no clock in my room who knows how long it really was. All I knew is that I needed to more than wet the need to poop was getting very strong. After awhile I called for mom or dad but no one came and then it happened I couldn’t hold it any longer.

I sat up in the crib and couldn’t believe at what just happened this hadn’t happened in a long time as they will usually let me use the bathroom when I have to go. Every time I move the mess just squished around in my pants and the smell even though it was mixed with the fragrance of baby powder it was still a lot to take.

I sat for what seemed hours before I heard foot step approaching my door, and opening it was none other than my Dad.

"Phew! Someone filled their pants I take it?" I just sat there.

"Dad, I called you and mom, but nobody came to get me. I just couldn’t help it."

"Yea son, I know you just couldn’t help it," he commented as he let the side on my crib down.

"Put these on and let get some breakfast. Your mother has it ready."

"Dad.... Aren’t you gonna change me? Please?"

"Later, son, that extra pair of baby pants should cut down on the smell. Your mother has breakfast all ready for everyone, we don’t want to keep her waiting."

We walked in and dad put me back into my highchair and pushed the tray on locking me in. It really felt weird having the mess slid around and it really made me feel like a baby.

My brother started off, "So Josh, I heard you want to learn how to drive a car? Let me just suggest when you take driver education don’t poop your pants or nobody will want to ride with you." They all got a laugh out of my real funny brother.......

After breakfast Mom left me in my highchair and she and dad took seats next to me. "Josh, we were thinking last night and are really serious about having you stop your bedwetting. We had figured that the embarrassment of what you have been through would of given you the encouragement that you needed BUT we were wrong. You are still wetting just as much as before if not even more. We talked to Joey’s parents and they told us what they had planned for him and we kind of agree maybe that’s what you need."

"What do I need?" I asked through a stream of tears.

"We have to start all over with you, from the beginning, so as soon as you are out of school you will be treated as a baby and then later this summer we will try to potty train you again, just as if you were a toddler again."

"Mom, Dad, this isn’t fair."

"I know, son, but all this extra work your bedwetting has put upon us is not fair, either."

Mom let me down from my chair and went about changing my diapers she unpinned them and had me take a bath after rinsing off real good. As I lay there and got a new diaper pinned all I could think about is my new summer vacation. I was sure it would be a summer that I would remember."