Author: Anonymous

Summary: Mark is a ten-year-old boy, whose best friend is Jimmy. All his life, Mark has wanted to spend the night with Jimmy, but hasn't until now, because he wet his bed. After he stops wetting, he could spend the night, but Jimmy never invites him. After six months, Mark finds out why. Jimmy wears diapers, and when Mark finds this out he is even more anxious to spend the night.

Jimmy and I were best friends almost as long as I could remember. I think he may have been one of my play buddies when I was a baby, because I don't remember a time when he wasn't my friend.

And from the time I was six, I had always wanted to have a sleepover with Jimmy. Jimmy was my very best est friend in the whole wide world, and I wanted desperately to spend the night at his house.

Unfortunately I was a bed wetter, and wasn't allowed to spend the night at anyone's house. It was one of the rules my mom had, which she used as incentive for me to stop wetting my bed.

I would ask her if I could have Jimmy spend the night, and she would say, "Only if you go one month without a wetting the bed."

I would always pout when she gave that answer, but she just responded, "It's only for your protection. You don't want your friends knowing you still wet the bed, do you?"

She, of course, was right, but I hated being reminded of this every time I asked. I hated everything about my bed wetting, including that stupid, babyish plastic sheet that protected my mattress.

Mom kept that babyish protector on my bed to protect the mattress, which always reminded me just how much of a baby that I truly was. Every time I crawled into bed and heard that LOUD CRINKLY SOUND it rang to me, "YOU"RE STILL A BABY!"

My little sister Becky didn't help much, either. She was a full three years younger than me, but stopped wetting her bed when she was three. At six years old, I wasn't completely potty trained during the day. I still peed my pants. In fact, I still wore diapers at night, and even had to wear them sometimes during the day!

I stopped wearing diapers when Becky did, not because I had suddenly turned dry, but mom felt awkward keeping me in diapers when Becky didn't use them anymore. At first I thought this was cool, because I hated wearing diapers, but as I got older I realized the only reason I didn't wear them was that I was older. If I were still five, I would still be in diapers.

Becky never missed a chance to call me names. Her favorite was "Pee Baby", but she had others as well. "Pamper Boy", "Baby head", and pretty much any other form of "baby" her six year old mind could think of. She did other things as well. Whenever she drew pictures of our family, she always put diapers on me. She even drew a picture of our whole family with me sleeping in a crib. Her Kindergarten teacher thought Becky had a baby brother, because all of her family pictures had babies in it.

She was also old enough to spend the night with friends, and have friends spend the night. She, of course, was not restricted on sleepovers, since she didn't wet her bed. There was no reason for her not to have friends sleep over, or her not to sleep over at friend's houses. The fact that my baby sister got to spend the night, and the only reason I couldn't was that I still wet the bed, only made me feel worse.

I, naturally, was embarrassed by this, and never wanted anyone to find out, including Jimmy. I was always reluctant to have any friends come over, for fear they would sit on my bed and hear that crinkly sheet. And even though Jimmy was my best friend, I was always more afraid to have Jimmy find out than anybody else. I was sure if Jimmy found out I was still a baby I would lose the greatest friend a guy could ever have. I always wanted to play at Jimmy's house, because he wouldn't have to know I wet my bed.

One time I had another friend come over, and when he sat on the bed and heard the crinkle, he jumped up and said, "Ew, what's that?"

"What's what?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what he meant.

"What's that on your bed? It sounds like a diaper."

"It's nothing."

"No it's not, it's a plastic sheet. I know, because my mom uses one for my baby brother. You wet the bed."

"No I don't."

"Uh huh. If you didn't you wouldn't have that on your bed. Those are for babies. I don't play with babies." He left, and proceeded to tell people at school.

I was devastated, and promised never to let that happen again. From then on, I never let anyone up to my room if I could help it. Fortunately, most people thought the guy was jerk, and didn't really tease me about it. In the end, he lost more friends than I did, because nobody really wanted to be his friend anymore.

There were a few times that Jimmy sat on my bed, and I'm sure he heard the crinkly sound, but never said anything. I remember one time when he went to get a toy from my room, and there weren't any sheets on my bed. The plastic sheet was exposed for everyone to see, and I knew he was going to see it.

I tried to stop from going, but he said, "I'll go up." He ran up to my room, while I sat downstairs wondering if I had just lost the best friend I ever had.

Jimmy came back with the toy, and never said anything. I'm not even sure if he saw it, but I can't imagine how he could have missed it. Anyway, Jimmy didn't say anything about it, and I sure wasn't going to ask him.

And then there was the time that I peed my pants on a school field trip. We were in third grade, and visiting the zoo. We were eating lunch, and then started playing in the field. I sort of forgot about going to the toilet, and accidentally peed my pants. I was sure everyone was going to find out, and started to cry.

Fortunately, Jimmy was the first one to see me. He came up to me, and asked, "What's a matter? Why are you crying?"

I was embarrassed, and certainly didn't want my best friend seeing me in wet pants. Unfortunately I didn't know what to do. As long as I kept my back turned, nobody would know. But at some time I was going to have to walk to the car, and everyone would see my wet pants. I didn't even know how to get the teacher's attention, not that I wanted her to know what a big baby I was.

I didn't even look up; I just said, "Go away!"

Jimmy didn't let that be a deterrent. He replied, "What happened?"

"Nothing happened, just go away."

I'm glad he didn't listen, and stayed there. "Are you mad at me?"

I didn't want Jimmy to think I was mad at him, so I said, "No, I'm not mad. Something happened, and I don't want anybody to know about it."

"What?" Which is an instinctive answer.

In part because I was tired, and didn't know what else to do, and in part because I thought it was better if I told him than finding out from the peanut gallery, but I decided to tell Jimmy what happened. "Promise not to tell anybody?"

"Yes. What happened?"

"You're gonna think I'm a baby." I was losing my nerve.

"No I'm not, tell me."

I pointed to my pants, exposing tell tale damp area.

Jimmy immediately knew what happened, and didn't need any father questions. I was sure he was going to laugh at me, and call me a big baby, but instead Jimmy said "Oh."

He took off his sweatshirt, (he must have froze, because it was about fifty degrees) and helped tie it around my waist. That sweatshirt hid my damp pants from all of my 'friends'. We then got a drink, and Jimmy said "Accidentally pour this on your pants." I didn't know why he told me to do that, but I did it any way. Once I did, I realize why he told me to do that. It completely soaked the front of my pants, which hid my accident from everybody. I was no longer a big baby who couldn't keep his pee. I was a spaz, who didn't know how to drink from a cup.

My mom didn't even know about, which was good. I might have gotten in trouble had she found out I peed my pants on the field trip.

I finally stopped wetting my bed in the summer between third and fourth grade. I was so happy, because I was no longer a little baby. I finally made it big boy status, which included the privilege of having friends spend the night. I still couldn't spend the night at someone's house until I went three months without an accident.

I, of course, couldn't wait until I was dry for one month. That summer I knew I was going to make it, because I kept going longer and longer between accidents. At first I would go a week, and then have one. Then I would go ten days, but then have one. In June I only had two accidents, and by the middle of July I knew I had finally liked this problem for good.

The day was July 22, and I had it marked on the calendar. I could finally have some one spend the night, and I immediately asked Jimmy to spend the night that very first night.

Unfortunately, Jimmy told me he had to get up early the next morning. I tried again on another day, but he always had some excuse why he couldn't' spend the night. Sometimes he even got to the point of asking his mom, but she never said yes.

I didn't think anything of it, other than Jimmy seeming like a pretty busy guy. I wished that he could spend the night, but we never seemed to hook up. I eventually got impatient, and had other friends spend the night. It was fun, but I always wished I could spend the night with my best friend.

What I really wanted to do was spend the night at Jimmy's house. His house seemed so much more fun than mine. He had a lot more toys than I did. There house had a full room dedicated exclusively to toys, it didn't have any beds in it. We could do what ever we wanted at his house, while my house seemed so confining.

Another reason I wanted to spend the night with Jimmy was diapers. Jimmy's little brother Scott wasn't potty trained, even though Scott was four years old. I loved seeing Scott walk around in his diapers, and just went berserk when I was fortunate enough to see him changed. It didn't' happen often, but every once in awhile their mom would change Scott with in eye shot of me. When it happened, I always seemed to stare. I wondered if she noticed, but she never said anything about it.

I couldn't spend the night until I was dry for three months, which didn't happen until that September. Even when it did happen, Jimmy still didn't invite me. I was much too polite to invite myself, which meant Jimmy and I never could spend the night at each other's houses.

I did manage to spend the night a few other friends' houses, but it was never the same as with your best friend. When the ban was first lifted, I was so eager to do that I would spend the night with anybody who asked. I would play with a kid, just because I thought he might ask me to spend the night. By the end of fall, the novelty had worn off, and the only person I really wanted to spend the night with was Jimmy.

Unfortunately, he still wouldn't ask me. It wasn't until March that I learned why. Jimmy and I were playing, and Jimmy bent down to pick something up. When he did, the top of his underwear was exposed, only it wasn't underwear. It was a Pull Up, but I couldn't tell that at the time. All I knew was that it wasn't underwear.

"What is that?" I asked, wondering about his unusual underwear. It looked almost like the top of a diaper.

"What is what?"

"Your underwear, it looks like a diaper."

"It's not a diaper, it's a Pull Up."

"Pull Ups, but those are for babies."

"Don't laugh. I know you wet the bed, and you peed your pants last year, remember."

"Yeah, but Pull Ups." I admit, I was jealous. I wished I still wore diapers.

"I have to wear Pull Ups when ever I have an accident."

"What happens if you have an accident in your Pull Ups?"

"Then I have to wear diapers."

"For how long?"

"The whole next day." I couldn't believe my best friend still wore diapers.

"How long has then been going on." I didn't know how he had been wearing diapers all these years, and I didn't know about it.

"Since forever. I've never been potty trained."

"Don't you have any underwear?"

"Yeah, but I never get to wear it, unless I go three days without peeing in my pants. That almost never happens, so I always wear Pull Ups and diapers."

I finally realized why Jimmy never wanted to spend the night. "Is that why you can never spend the night?"

"Yeah, I was afraid to tell you."

"Why?" I asked.

"Same reason you never told me. I knew all the time; I just never said anything. I thought you knew about me."

"Well now that I know, can I spend the night?" I asked.

Jimmy was shy in responding, and I could tell he had something else to say. I figured what could he say that could shock me now. "What is it?"

Jimmy started slowly. "You know how you never come in my room. I don't really have a bedroom. Scott and I still sleep in cribs."

"You sleep in a crib." I was really jealous now. God how I wished I could be like Jimmy.

"Didn't you wonder how come Scott and I never played in our room?"

Their playroom was so cool; I figured they had no reason to go anywhere else. Of course, their little sister Laura Jean, who was six years old, had her own room. I just thought there wasn't anything in Scott and Jimmy's room, so I didn't ask to see it.

"What about Laura Jean? I know she has a bed." I asked.

"She doesn't wet the bed, so she can sleep in a bed. Mom won't get either Scott or I beds until we stop."

Now I wanted to sleep there more than anything. Just the potential of seeing my best friend in diapers made it even more appealing. Not only would I get to see Scott diapered, but Jimmy would be in diapers as well.

"I don't care about that. I just want to spend the night." I didn't want Jimmy to know that I wanted to see the diapers, but that was the real reason I wanted to spend the night.

Jimmy went to ask her mom, and at first she was apprehensive. She responded "What about?"

Jimmy said, "Oh, he knows about that."

"Ok then, as long as you understand nothing's different, just because Mark is here. As long as it's all right with Mark's mom, he can spend the night."

I think I rode faster than I ever have before, because it only took me a few minutes to get to my house. I think I was packed even before mom said yes, and out the door before she could say "have a good night."

This was a dream come true, and something that I had waited for since I was six! I was finally going to spend the night at Jimmy's house, and I would get to see my best friend get diapers. I couldn't wait.

I got to his house, and took my bag up to the forbidden nursery. For the first time in my life I got to see the room that Jimmy slept in. It looked just like a real babies room, with two cribs and a changing table. The wallpaper had Disney characters, and there was a hanging mobile on each crib. It looked just like two babies slept there, not a nine-year-old boy.

"We'll set you up a sleeping bag, and you can sleep on the floor between Scott and Jimmy. I know you don't wet the bed anymore, so I won't have to put you in diapers." I almost peed my pants right there when Jimmy's mom said that.

After she showed me the nursery, Jimmy's mom looked at Jimmy and said, "Did you wet your Pull Up?"

I could tell by Jimmy's face that he was hiding something, and knew he was lying when he said "No."

His mom didn't believe him either, and called him over. "Come over here, I'm going to check." She stuck her hand down Jimmy's lap, and said, "You're wet. You know what that means." She pointed to the changing table, and told him to get up there.

Jimmy did as he was told, and his mom proceeded to undo Jimmy's pants. She pulled down his shorts, and then tore the Pull Up away like it was a diaper. She wiped Jimmy's bottom with a baby wipe, and then spread baby powder all over his bottom. I stared the whole time, unable to take my eyes off the spectacle that was happening right in front of me.

She grabbed the Pamper diaper from the stack, and placed it right underneath Jimmy's bottom. "Jimmy has to wear diaper when ever he has an accident in his Pull Up. He's going to be in diapers all day tomorrow, which also means he'll get a nap. All babies in diapers need naps."

Jimmy looked embarrassed while this was happening, but I could tell he was enjoying it as well. For me, I could hardly wait until he was changed again.

The fact that I would get to watch him be changed all weekend made this even better. I kept asking, "Are you wet?"

Jimmy picked up on my eagerness, and said, "You should ask my mom to put you in diapers." The thought of wearing diapers was more than I was ready for, but it was an intriguing thought.

Laura Jean heard this, and decided to put her two cents in. "Yeah, all boys should wear diapers. They're just babies anyway. Scott and Jimmy are wearing diapers, so should you."

Everything went normal until dinnertime. We had pizza for dinner, which wasn't unusual, except that both Scott and Jimmy had to drink from baby bottles. I stared at the two baby bottles, and wondered what they were for. Laura Jean replied, "Babies who need diapers aren't big enough for real cups. They need bottles. You're a big boy in underpants, so you get to use a real cup. They're the babies," she said, pointing to her brothers. I ate my pizza like a good boy, and even got complemented on my big appetite (I ate three pieces, and a big Coke).

After dinner, it was time for Scott's bath. I watched as his mom undid the soggy Pamper diaper, and took him the bath. A few minutes later Scott was wrapped in a towel, and mom proceeded to change him in front of us. I watched the whole time, as she carefully dried her four- year-old son with the towel. She followed the exact same pattern as before, only placing a thick cloth diaper in place of the disposable Pampers. The cloth diaper was much thicker than the disposable diaper, and there was a much bigger bulge in Scott's pajamas. Scott was all decked out in his footed pjs, the kind that only toddlers wear. Mom then turned to us, and called Jimmy over. She pulled down Jimmy's pants, and undid his Pamper diaper. "What a wet diaper you have?" She commented. After pulling his soggy diaper away, she helped him up, and said, "You two get ready for bed." "Awe mom, do we have to?" "You don't have to go to bed, but I want you bathed and in your pjs." Jimmy and I delayed some more, but she began to count. "If I get to ten, I'm dragging both of you to the tub. I'll give you a bath, just like you were a baby." I watched as Jimmy shuffled quickly off to the bathroom, apparently this wasn't an idle threat. His mom really did mean to bathe us like babies. Jimmy and I took our baths together, which felt kind of weird. I mean, we were old enough to know that two boys shouldn't bathe together, but didn't know why. Anyway, we didn't play around much, and just barely got ourselves wet. I dressed in some boxers, with no top. That's what I usually wore to bed, and didn't see anything wrong with it. Jimmy came out with just a towel, like Scott did earlier. We walked out to the living room, and mom (Jimmy's) was waiting with Jimmy's pajamas and diapers on the floor. He had exactly the same type of pajamas as Scott did. The kind with enclosed feet that went all the way up to his shoulders. It was almost like an infant jumper, certainly more babyish than I ever wore.

Their mom looked at my night attire, and was not amused. "Don't you have any pajamas?" She said. "No, I just sleep in these." "Not in my house you won't. You'll catch your death of cold. Scottie, go up and get some of Jimmy's pajamas. Mark can wear those tonight." I too would be in one of those footed pajamas, just like Scott and Jimmy. While Scott was away, their mom put Jimmy on the floor, and began to change him, just like Scott. I watched everything like it was house burning. My eyes couldn't turn away, no matter how hard I tried. It just seemed so peaceful, and I kept wondering what it would be like. Scott came back with my pajamas about the same time as his mom had finished diapering Jimmy. I looked at Jimmy's thick diapers, and gave him an envious grin. "You lucky bastard!" I thought.

All of the sudden, Jimmy's mom turned to me and said, "Your turn." I about stopped in my tracks. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. She was telling me to lie down, and was gonna put a diaper on me! I didn't need diapers, and certainly didn't want someone's mom to change me. "I don't need diapers. I don't wet my bed." "I know you don't, but I've seen how you watch when I change diapers. You want to try them. Lie down, and I'll put a diaper on you." Jimmy watched, and tried to convince me further. "Come on Mark, no one will know about it. Just try it." "Yeah, all boys should wear diapers." Laura Jean, who didn't have her bath yet, replied. "It's your choice, but I think you want to try them. I've seen you watch us before, and I think you want to see what it's like. What's more, I'll feel more comfortable if you do. I know you don't wet the bed anymore, but once a bed wetter, always a bed wetter. There is always the chance you might wet the sleeping back. If you do that, you'll wear diapers for sure next time." I couldn't believe that I allowed myself to lie down, but I did. Jimmy's mom pulled down my boxer shorts, and lifted my legs. She took some baby wipes, and wiped my bottom will good. "Why don't boys learn to wipe the bottoms better? Look at this mess," as she showed Laura Jean the brown wipe. "Every boy I know is lax in his wiping, and needs a mommy to wipe for them.

I'm going to have to tell your mommy that you aren't wiping properly. I might have to ask her to potty train you all over again, because I don't' think you got it right the first time." She finally got my bottom clean to her liking, and proceeding with the cool baby oil. The baby oil felt so nice against my body, and made me smell just like a real baby. Next came the baby powder, boy how I missed the baby powder. Finally, my legs were lifted, and butt placed back on the thick cloth diaper. There was enough padding between my legs that I couldn't' quite walk right. I had to waddle, because my legs were spread so far apart. She helped me into my pjs, which looked really cool. I couldn't believe it, but I was really enjoying this, and wanted to wet again as soon as possible. I wet my diaper on purpose an hour later, which meant I needed a diaper change. Jimmy's mom changed my diaper, just like she did before. Once again, I loved it, and was so glad I chose the diapers.

After my diaper change, Jimmy's mom announced it was all babies' bedtimes. Laura Jean came in with three baby bottles, and gave us each one. We all sat on the floor, and proceeded to drink from our bottles. I looked at Scott and Jimmy, but both of them didn't seem too fazed. It was just a normal night for them. Jimmy's mom said, "Scotty, you can sleep in my room tonight, and Mark and Jimmy can sleep in the cribs." I was going to get to sleep in a crib. I had long since stopped fussing about anything, and went along with what ever she told me. Jimmy and I walked to our nursery, and Mrs. Jeffers (Jimmy's mom) lifted each of us to our cribs. She pulled the blankets over each boy, and then kissed us on the forehead. I didn't get those tuck-ins at home, because my mom wasn't the touchy-feely type. She just sent me off to bed with a pat on my butt. Mrs. Jeffers shut out the lights, and told us to get to sleep. It was only eight-thirty, thirty minutes before my usual bedtime on a school night. We talked about diapers for a while, but Jimmy didn't seem to think they were a big deal. He said, "I've worn them all my life, and don't see anything special about them."

Of course, he has worn them his whole life, and that was special. I thought it was so cool to be in diapers, and didn't understand why Jimmy didn't concur.

I wanted to wet them, but wasn't sure if I would. I hadn't wet my bed in nine months (since June), and didn't think I could wet if I tried. I had just peed, so I didn't have to go for a while.

I know I was still dry when I fell asleep, because I didn't remember wetting on purpose. How ever, I was wet when I woke up, and Mrs. Jeffers noticed it as well.

"Boy, you really wet this diaper. I'm glad I put you in a diaper, you would have ruined our sleeping bag."

She undid the soggy diaper, and tossed it in the diaper pail. Next she wiped down my bottom again with wipes, and then placed Pampers diaper underneath. I snapped when I saw that, realizing she was putting another diaper on me. Not only was I going to wear a diaper at night, I was in diapers during the day.

The end