Robert (Bob) Thompson was one of the best looking and most intelligent sophomores at Bay Ridge High School. He had always made the top grade point average in his class, was well liked by his peers and teachers. He was involved in many extra-curricular activities like being student government president of his sophomore class and singing in the school choirs. Even though he rarely played in sports, he did like to play soccer with the JV squad. They let him play occasionally against internal matches. From all the appearances he seemed to be leading the perfect life for a boy only 15 years old.

However, Bob didn't really have it as good as his record at school might indicate. His problems did not originate from school as they would for most boys his age, but rather from his own parents and their treatment of him at home. Every day when he arrived home from school, Bob was forced to change out of his school clothes to be replaced with thick cloth diapers. Twelve 21" x 40" Curity baby diapers of which six were triple folded and placed in the front and crotch as a soaker pad and teen-sized plastic pants. Once diapered, he could wear either his blue footed sleeper or special pants made to accommodate thick diapers. They had snaps along the crotch for easy diaper changes. Once in awhile he had to wear an onesie with his special snap pants, which made him look more like a toddler than the 15-year-old old he was. During the warmer months he would just wear his thick cloth diapers, plastic pants and a T-shirt.

This was all rather strange apparel for a boy of 15. It was his punishment for his nightly bedwetting. Yes, since age 11, Bob had awakened every morning with his thick night diapers bunched up, warm and wet in his crotch every morning.

Originally Bob's parents hadn't done anything about his bedwetting until he had wet every night for two weeks straight. His mother had been very concerned by that time and took him to the doctor. The physical exam showed no reason for his nightly bedwetting. The doctor said that about 10% of the boys Bob's age begin wetting the bed again due to the beginning of puberty, their budding youth or feelings inside him that even Bob isn't aware of. The doctor was at a loss for a cure as there was nothing physically wrong, but did say that the only advice he had was to make as little as possible out of his nighttime accidents that Bob had. About a week later his mom took him to an analyst to check any emotional problems that could be causing his regression to bedwetting. He was hypnotized and given a full battery of tests, but again there was no clue found that could either explain or cure his "weakness". This doctor also said it would be but to just cope with the problem in a way that would cause all parties the least inconvenience until Bob could regain control of his bladder at night.

His mom was already tired of the excessive laundry, the wet sheets and pajamas caused and Bob was having a difficult time sleeping in the bed after he had wet in it. The doctor had said that he didn't think that it would worsen the problem if "certain preventative measures" were taken. He then asked Bob to wait in the lobby and the doctor spent about 15 minutes filling his mom in on these "measures". When she came out, Bob had on idea what had been discussed or what would happen to him starting that night.

Bob was returned to school to his sixth grade class to finish out the day. Unknown to him, his mother was out shopping for his new nighttime wear that would allow him to cope with his bedwetting. She was fortunate that the last doctor had seen many types of these cases and knew where she could obtain all of the necessary products and nighttime clothing she needed in one afternoon.

When he arrived home after school, his mom had finished the shopping and was waiting for him with a hug just as usual. Bob had no idea that she had bought him whole new nighttime clothes. Shortly after his dad had gotten home and they finished dinner, Bob went out to play. While he was out, his mom explained to his dad both what the doctor had said and what course of action he had recommended. His dad agreed with his mother that something had to be done to protect the bedding and give Bob a good night's rest he deserved without wet pajamas or sheets. When Bob's bedtime finally rolled around, both of his parents went with him to his room. Bob did not understand why, as he had been dressing himself for bed for at least 5 years or better. Maybe they wanted to talk or read to him, he thought. "As you already know," said his father, "the doctors cannot find any reason for you to be wetting your bed every night. Your mother and I are very concerned about this, as I am sure you are, too. Both of the doctors said that there is nothing that can be done to stop your wetting other than for you to grow out of it. It could be this year. next year, in 10 years, or never. In the meantime, wt are just going to have to do whatever we can to make the situation more bearable for all of us until you quit bedwetting. Thanks to the doctor you went today, we have found means to eliminate most of the problems your wetting causes. Your mom will explain the rest.

"Bob," she said, "I have a feeling that you will not like what we are going to have to do here at first, but after you get used to the idea, I think that you will appreciate our actions tonight. I want you to get undressed completely and then call me and I will get you ready for bed." With that, both of them left the room so he could undress. He took off ah his clothes except his underwear and then hollered at his mom.

Bob couldn't believe his eyes when his mother came back into the room. It looked like she was carrying a bunch of baby diapers and a large pair of plastic pants! "I told you to undress completely," she said. "Your underwear will have to come off, too. You don't have to be embarrassed. Both of us have seen you naked before." Bob reluctantly pulled his underwear off and stood totally naked next to his bed. His "little-boy" body was hairless, and as yet, showed little signs of the pubescent growth that he would begin to experience in a couple of years.

"Lie down on the bed and just relax," Bob's mom told him. "Mom, you aren't going to put me back in diapers like a baby are you?" asked Bob with a very scared and shaky voice. "I am afraid that we don't have much of a choice," she replied. "I cannot continue to wash your bedding and pajamas every day, the mattress will be ruined, and you are not getting the proper sleep you need out a wet and cold bed. You will get used to it after a night or two. We will keep it a secret in the family so that you won't feel ashamed. But until you become dry at night again, when you are ready to go to bed, either your dad or myself will diaper you for the night. Soon, you will be old enough to diaper yourself, but we want to at least check you to be sure that you will not leak. Oh, how he struggled to hold back the tears as his mother diapered him that first night.

Just as his mother had told him, Bob felt strange the first few nights. He had to lie down on his bed, exposing his naked, hairless body to either his mom or dad. He had not been diapered since he was four years old, and even for a four year old, wearing diapers at that age was a little odd. His parents thought that he would have to wear diapers to Kindergarten, but Bob finally was potty trained at the age of 4 l/2- years old. Bob was instructed to lie down on his bed, where the thick cloth diapers were placed underneath him. They sprinkled some baby powder over his privates and then pulled up the diapers, pinning them on each side a large ducky diaper pin. Next, he had to stand up and step into the leg holes of his teen-sized plastic pants. Lastly, they pulled his pajama bottoms up over the diapers and plastic pants. His pajama bottoms were so bulky that when Bob saw himself in the mirror that first night, he felt he resembled a three-year old toddler instead of the 15-year old boy he was.

Every morning his parents would wake him up by sticking a hand into the front of his plastic pants to see if he had wet. They always found thoroughly soaked diapers to be changed. Soon, Bob came to realize that he not only needed his night diapers to control his nightly bedwetting, but he also wanted to wear them for his own enjoyment.

When his parents and Bob would visit relatives during the summer or even during the holidays, Bob would have to wear thick disposable diapers instead of the normal thick cloth diapers and plastic pants he wore every night to bed. He got some kidding from some of his cousins as his disposable diapers crinkled underneath his pajamas or when they saw his diapers stick out from his pants whenever he bent over. His thick disposable diapers were always covered by a pair of plastic pants, just to be sure that he didn't leak on other's people's beds.

After a few nights of being diapered, Bob looked in his closet to examine what his parents had bought for him to control his nightly bedwetting. There were a couple dozen Curity cloth diapers, in different thicknesses. Several dozen plastic pants were in assorted pastel colors and as well as frosty white ones. Most of his plastic pants were of the pull-on style, but several of them were of the snap-on variety. Also in his closet were a case of Attends medium disposable diapers and a case of a disposable diaper doublers. The package said that the diaper doublers were for additional absorbency within disposable diapers or even to help with messy cleanups in cloth diapers. There was even a package of "Peadouce" junior disposable diapers. These diapers were really thick and the plastic covering was of a light blue instead of the normal white diapers he was used to.

After about a year of this routine, Bob was still wetting his diapers full every night. His father felt that he just wasn't trying to be dry and decided that maybe if he was diapered whenever he was home, Bob might be shamed into dryness. Now, at age 12, Bob was forced to wear diapers and plastic pants all the time he was home. He really didn't mind this turn of events, because he had begun to enjoy being diapered by this time. Bob knew that this desire to be diapered all the time was not exactly a normal want for a boy his age, but no matter what he did or thought, he could not purge himself the great feeling he experienced when he wet his pants during the day. He loved the feeling of the warm, wet diapers between his legs, and yet remaining dry on the outside. It was also strange to him that although he could control his bladder during the day when he wasn't diapered, as soon as he donned the thick white padding at home he could no longer control himself and would wet anywhere at any time. Due to the increase in his daytime wetting, he was soon forced to wear toddler-style clothes, cut to allow for diapers and easy diaper changes. Both of his older and younger brothers teased him quite a bit. John, his older brother was 3 years older than Bob and Andrew was 2 years younger than Bob and neither of them wet their beds. Bob learned how to ignore their snide remarks and puns about his bedwetting and diapers. After all, they had no idea how good it felt to be diapered and the pleasures that begun in wearing them for his own enjoyment. Later at age 13, he started to masturbate in his soaked diapers in the morning before his folks came in to change his night diapers. He quickly grew to love wearing his night diapers, as it became a daily ritual.

Wearing diapers as much as he did, however, did cause him some problems and worry at times. Bob was terribly afraid that his friends at school would find out about his diapers and plastic pants and his constant bedwetting. Fortunately, his father allowed him to go without the diapers whenever his friends came over to his house to play or going to school. He had a few close calls when someone came over unannounced, but always managed to run to his room and change out of his diapers and toddler-style clothes before he could seen. On several occasions Bob was forced to wear a disposable diaper underneath his jeans, but no one ever suspected anything different.

Due directly to his bedwetting, Bob could not have any of his friends over to spend the night nor could he spend the night at any of their houses. He also could not go on any overnight trips with his friends for fear that he would have to expose his diapered state. This meant that things like the Boy Scouts and Church youth trips were definitely out for him. His parents did suggest that if he wanted to, he could bring along a disposable diaper to put on right before going to bed, but Bob didn't want any of his friends to find out about his diapers, This is the reason why he participated in so many outside activities at Bay Ridge High School. He felt that nobody would question why he didn't participate in a few things, especially if all of his time was taken up. Also, he gradually grew tired of having to wear diapers all the time he was at home. If he was out doing something for a school activity, he could postpone the time he would have to put on his first diaper of the day. Bob still liked to wear diapers at night for his bedwetting, but since be became a teenager, wearing diapers during the daytime was a bit on the unusual side, and since none of his friends wore diapers he wanted to be like everyone else.

Yesterday, Bob and his father had a big dispute over something. Bob ended up disobeying his dad had asked him by doing what he wanted instead of mowing the yard like his dad had asked him. Bob had figured that the most his father would do to him as punishment would be to cut off his allowance for a month. That is what had always happened in the past. But his dad had a different punishment in mind.

This morning when it was time to get his night diapers removed and get dressed for school, his dad dropped the bomb on him. His dad had come into his room and checked Bob's diaper. Just as always, it was completely soaked. His plastic pants were removed, and then his very wet diapers. But, instead of leaving the room so Bob could dress, his father went into the closet where all his diaper supplies were kept and got more diapers and a clean pair of plastic pants. "For disobeying me yesterday," began his father in a stern voice, "you will wear diapers and plastic pants to school this morning."

Bob was horrified! "Oh, no, please dad, I can't, please," he had begged. His dad continued, "you are not to remove them to go to the bathroom. Your mom will change you when you come home for lunch if you are wet. If you are still dry, I will have assumed you used the boys' restroom instead of your diapers, and you will have to wear them back in the afternoon and all the next day as well. I will drive you to school myself so I can be sure that you don't cheat and remove the diapers before you get to school. Do you understand what I am telling you?" Bob nodded weakly as he struggled not to cry in front of his dad.

Then he began to think. He was grateful that he did not have P.E. today. Maybe he could get through the day without someone discovering what he was wearing. His dad put two thick cloth diapers on him for the daytime. Usually he wore four thick diapers to bed every night, but even with two thick diapers, thy were a lot bulkier than his normal boys' underwear. His dad put the clean pair of plastic pants over the bulky mass and Bob had to put his Levi's over his diapers and plastic pants. It was a tight fit and the jeans did show quite a bulge to Bob, but his mother said he didn't look too bulky unless you looked closely. Bob thought she was saying that so he would not worry. Just as he had said, his dad drove him straight to school.

Bob was afraid that everyone that saw him could detect the bulge of the thicker diapers in the crotch of his Levi's. Fortunately, nobody seemed to notice anything wrong. Halfway through this morning's classes, the need to relieve his bladder began tearing at him. He thought about going to the boys' room, getting a private stall, removing his diapers and relieving himself. But when he went home for lunch, his mother would expect him to be wet. if he came come dry, he would have to wear the diapers the following day, which he didn't want to do, especially because he had P.E.

This is where I came into the picture, My name is Mark. Bob and I are best friends. We have known each other all our lives as our parents are very close. We are both sophomores here at Bay Ridge and are in most of the same classes. I have been trying to spend the night with Bob for quite a long time, but he never seems to be able to arrange it. At this point, I had no idea that Bob was wearing diapers and plastic pants, or that he wets his bed every night. I did notice that Bob didn't seem himself today. He was very nervous, or so it seemed.

About mid-morning, during a break between classes, Bob and I were standing by my locker talking. "Bob," I said, "Are you listening to me or what?" I thought that something was wrong with Bob, because he had a strange look, distant but pleasurable, on his face and he was standing very still with his legs slightly spread apart. Then, the strangest thing happened. A small wet spot started growing an the inside leg of his Levi's. "Bob." I said a little louder while putting my hand on his shoulder, "I know this is none of my business, but either you just came in your pants, or you need to go to the boys' room and relieve yourself. You have a wet spot appearing on your jeans that looks a little odd. Put your books in front of you to cover it up and let's hit the restroom."

Bob did as I had told him and we headed to the boys' restroom. I strode over to one of the urinals and relieved myself. Bob just stood there watching me and did not approach the next stall. "I thought you needed to take a piss?" I asked him. Bob looked really frightened and started mumbling something that I couldn't make out. Then I noticed that his pants didn't look quite right. "Something's not right here buddy, " I said. "I just noticed that your jeans are on the bulky side. Why? What caused that wet spot on lour crotch if you don't need to piss? You have been nervous all morning and now you look scared to death. Why are you afraid to open lour pants and take a leak?"

Bob looked around the restroom to make sure that we were the only occupants, then began to speak. "Mark, we have been best friends for as long as I can remember. Best friends are not supposed to keep any secrets from each other, but I have not done so with you. I would imagine that you would have discovered my secret. sooner or later, without me telling you. I was afraid that you would not like me any more if you found out. But you have me in a situation that I cannot lie my way out. You will be the only person outside my family that knows of this."

With that, Bob pulled down his fly zipper, unbuckled his belt, unsnapped the top of his jeans, and then pushed them down his legs to his knees. I couldn't believe it my eyes! there stood Bob wearing very bulky diapers and plastic pants. To top it off, the diapers were so wet they sagged inside his plastic pants. Quickly, he pulled his jeans back up over his wet diapers and plastic pants and closed them back up. "I am a chronic bedwetter and I have to wear diapers and plastic pants to bed every night. I have done this since I was 11 years old, but the doctors have no idea when I might regain control of my bladder at night. My parents also make me wear diapers after school and on weekends, hoping that wearing diapers in the daytime might shame me into dryness. This is why I never invited you over to sleep. I was afraid that you wouldn't like me because I still wore diapers. I disobeyed my father yesterday. To punish me, he made me wear my diapers and plastic, pants to school today and told me that if I tame home to lunch with dry diapers, I would have to wear them the rest of the afternoon and all day tomorrow. I couldn't take a leak in here because I wet myself while I was standing by your locker. Apparently, I didn't have my plastic pants adjusted over my cloth diapers correctly, or I didn't have enough diapers on, so I leaked. causing the wet spot that you noticed."

Right then and there I wanted to tell Bob that I also wet the bed and I, too, wore diapers at night. I wanted to tell him that I also had come to like wearing diapers. Just as I was going to tell him the bell rang and we had to go to our next class. We started walking toward the direction out of the john. I was scared, but I also had to try something. So I put one arm around Bob's shoulder and placed the other hand gently on his diapered bulky mass in front of his jeans and said. "I'm really glad you told me about your secret; it is more than alright with me," I said in a soft but shaky voice. I was afraid of how he might react. To my surprise he just stood there and but his arm around me and said. "I'm glad, too!"

We walked out of the boys' bathroom and headed to our next class. I wondered how it felt like sitting in class with a wet diaper on. Can you imagine if the other kids found out that Bob was wearing diapers! Well, I can assure you that I wouldn't be the one to tell anyone of his diapered state. It was a start to a great friendship, but that's another story. Maybe I can tell it to you some day.

Rewritten on November 19, 1999 TAH 020661