    Tony

    Summary: Tony has to go to hospital for an operation, but, to his
    horror, ends up on the young children's ward instead of the teenage
    ward and has to wear nappies all the time!

    Tony had just turned twelve when the letter came. He'd been having
    problems with constipation for some time before his mother took him to
    the doctor. She'd not wanted to bother the doctor with something as
    simple as constipation, but she'd tried Milk of Magnesia and several
    other remedies, but Tony still seemed to have problems. This was
    Britain in the early 1950's, just a few short years after the NHS was
    set up and many people were still reluctant to see their GP because, in
    the past, they had been charged for each visit.

    Tony's family had a new doctor. She was quite young but very pleasant.
    When Tony, blushing because he was embarrassed about what his mum was
    going to tell the doctor, and his mum came into the consulting room,
    the doctor greeted Tony first as she knew he was the one to be seeing
    her.

    “Hello, Tony. We've not met before. I'm Dr. Hill, your new doctor and
    I'm going to be looking after you from now on. Would you like to tell
    me what the problem is?" Tony's mum started to speak, but the doctor
    asked her to let Tony tell her. She was one of those modern doctors who
    believed that children were people too. Tony mumbled that he had
    problems doing his 'number 2s'. The doctor asked, "Tony are you having
    problems with being constipated?" Tony hung his head, blushed even more
    if that were possible, and said, "Yes." The doctor turned to Tony' mum,
    "I'm sure that he has be having problems for some time, and I'd guess
    you've tried him on laxatives." Tony's mum agreed and told the doctor
    that she'd tried various things, but they only worked while he was
    taking the medicine and she thought that perhaps she really ought to
    bother he doctor in case there was something more serious wrong. The
    doctor spoke to Tony, "I know you're embarrassed about seeing me, but
    your mum is right to bring you. Now, let's have a look at you. She led
    Tony over to the examination couch and asked him to take off his
    clothes on his lower half - his underwear as well - and to lie on his
    back on the couch, then cover himself with the sheet. She pulled the
    curtains around the couch to give the boy some privacy. When Tony said
    he was ready, she slipped a pair of rubber gloves on and took a tube of
    cream with her behind the curtains, saying to Tony's mum that she
    thought Tony would appreciate just the doctor looking at him.

    She smiled at Tony, "Don't look so worried. I'm not going to hurt you
    if possible. I look at lots of boys your age and there really is
    nothing to be embarrassed about." Tony thought to himself that it was
    easy for her to say as she wasn't lying here naked below the waist
    waiting to be poked and prodded by the doctor. She slipped back the
    sheet saying that she wanted to look at his 'private' parts first. She
    took his penis in his hands and tried to slide back his foreskin, only
    to find that it wouldn't retract. She noticed that the area underneath
    was red and sore, possibly a slight infection caused by Tony's failure
    to clean properly under the tight foreskin. Tony was a bright red at
    this and wished he was anywhere else at the moment but in the doctor's
    consulting room. She asked him to stand and checked his scrotum to see
    if his testes had descended properly: they had. She then asked Tony to
    lie on the couch on his left side with his knees drawn up to his chest.
    She then covered him with the sheet again while she lubricated a
    finger.

    “I'm going to examine your bottom, Tony. This may be a bit
    uncomfortable, but I'll try not to hurt you." Putting her non-creamed
    hand under the sheet, she lifted his right buttock to give her other
    hand room to try to put her finger into his bottom. She failed as his
    anus was so tight. She tried her little finger and just about dilated
    his anus, and slipped the tip in. Tony grunted as it was painful. She
    withdrew her finger and patted him on his bottom.

    “Good lad, that can't have been comfortable." Taking some cotton wool,
    she embarrassed the poor lad even more by wiping his bottom for him to
    remove the cream.

    “You can get dressed now, Tony."

    The doctor waited until Tony was dressed and joined his mother and the
    doctor sitting at the doctor's desk.

    “Tony, you have two problems I've found today. One is that your
    foreskin is very tight and you have a slight infection there. The
    second, the one you came to see me about today, is caused by the hole
    in your bottom being too small. As both need a small operation under
    general anaesthetic, I'm sending you to the hospital for this to be
    sorted. You'll have your foreskin removed in an operation called
    circumcision so you can wash there. I expect you've been sore there,
    haven't you?" Tony mumbled something. His mum blushed and asked, "Is
    that why he keeps playing with himself down there?" The doctor replied,
    "I expect he's been very uncomfortable and has been too embarrassed to
    tell you. I'm not surprised he's been 'playing with himself' as you put
    it because it is very sore there. The other operation is called an anal
    stretch. the surgeon will put her fingers into his bottom while he's
    unconscious and stretch the muscles. That won't need any cuts and is
    usually very effective in such cases. I know the surgeon at the
    hospital who does this. She's a friend of mine as we went to medical
    school together. She won't need to see Tony first, so she'll put him
    straight onto her theatre list so you should hear from the hospital
    soon. Is that all right with you?" Tony's mum agreed that she was happy
    for all that. She was just so embarrassed at discussing this with the
    doctor. Remember, in the 1950's people were much more inhibited in
    talking about such things!

    She and Tony went home. That night, when Tony had gone to bed, his mum
    and dad discussed what the doctor had said. It was now just a case of
    waiting for the hospital letter. The local hospital had three
    children's wards: an orthopaedic ward where the children tended to be
    in traction for months as broken femurs healed, a children's ward and a
    'teenage ward'. This was really very advanced for the time and Tony was
    very happy that he'd be in the 'teenage ward' as the qualification for
    that, so his school friends told him, was to be at secondary school and
    not to have a broken bone. Some of his friends quietly told him from
    their own personal experience how lucky he would be to be in the
    'teenage ward' as the ward for the younger children kept them all in
    nappies and rubber pants while they were there since there were all
    ages in the ward from babies, who were nursed in a separate section of
    the ward, through toddlers to children up to eleven still at primary
    school. Tony, who had been dry at night for years, shuddered at the
    thought of being put back in 'baby rubbers' and nappies.

    One day the official brown envelope came with the admission date. It
    was a Saturday morning and Tony's mum carefully did not show him the
    letter, but merely told him the date. Tony was really nervous about
    this as it would be his first time in hospital. The letter said that
    his operation would be on Monday. He was puzzled as to why he needed to
    be in hospital on the Saturday, but, as his mum didn't know either,
    he'd have to wait to find out.

    Bright and early on the Saturday morning, his mum woke him and told him
    to have a quick bath before getting dressed. His mum had read the
    letter which said that towels and nightwear would be provided for the
    children and that she didn't need to bring anything in with Tony.
    Everything would be provided. This was because there was still a great
    deal of poverty. In the slum areas of the city, many children went to
    bed wearing the same vest and pants they'd worn all day and didn't have
    nightclothes. By providing towels and wash equipment, the hospital made
    sure that the items were vermin free and clean. Teddy bears and the
    like were banned as they could hold vermin too.

    They had breakfast with Tony's dad who bade his son farewell as Tony
    and mum set off to catch the bus for the hospital. They walked to the
    end of their road and caught the bus into town. From the market square,
    they walked up the hill to the Victorian hospital - a large imposing
    set of buildings on the top of the hill, complete with a large ornate
    chimney discharging black smoke from the coal fired boilers used to
    heat the hospital. They went in through the main entrance which was
    varnished dark wood and, to Tony's eyes, was not at all welcoming, and
    followed the signs to the children's wards. Tony's mum headed for the
    entrance to the children's ward rather than the 'teenage ward'. Tony
    pointed out his mum's apparent error, but she then showed him the
    letter, suggesting that perhaps they had to just report there first.
    She went in with him and was greeted immediately by Sister. In those
    days, nurses were angels, Sister was an archangel and matron was 'God',
    feared even by the doctors.

    “Ah, Tony. We've been expecting you. If you'd like to go now," Sister
    said to Tony's mother, "You can visit at 6pm tonight. We'll look after
    him now. Come with me, Tony." The Sister took Tony and handed him over
    to one of the nurses.

    “This is Tony, nurse. I'll leave him to you.”
    “Thank you, Sister," came the nurse's dutiful reply.

    The nurse took Tony by the hand to lead him off. Tony was mortified! he
    was a big boy and didn't need his hand held. The nurse led him to the
    bathroom where she instructed him take off all of his clothes which she
    folded and placed in a cloth bag with his name on a label attached to
    it. Tony stood there stark naked and very embarrassed. She then held a
    glass urinal and asked him to urinate into it while she held it. Tony
    struggled and just couldn't. He asked if she could look away or
    something as he was too shy to 'perform' in front of her. She agreed
    and handed him the urinal and turned her back. After a struggle, the
    sound showed her that he had succeeded. She turned round and took the
    urinal from him and poured some into a sample bottle and then the rest
    down the sluice. She rinsed it out and placed it in the steriliser.
    After that, she went to the bath, put the plug in and started to run a
    bath.

    “But I had a bath before I came, " Tony exclaimed.

    “Yes, but it's ward policy that all children have a bath on arrival.”
    “Why am I here and not in the teenage ward? I'm old enough to be
    there." Tony exclaimed, indignantly.

    “True, you are old enough, but you're here for a special reason which
    I'll explain later. Now," said the nurse as she put on a long white
    rubber apron, "Let's have you in that bath!" To Tony's horror, she
    picked up a flannel, soaped it and then proceeded to wash his face and
    hair.

    “But I can wash myself!”
    “Possibly you do at home, but on this ward, the nurses wash you, so let
    me get on with it otherwise you'll get soap in your mouth!" The nurse
    filled a jug with warm water and washed the soap from Tony's face and
    hair, telling him to shut his eyes tight first. Then she washed his
    hands, arms, chest and back. Then, to his further embarrassment, she
    told him to stand with his legs slightly apart while she washed his
    bottom and private parts. Next, she washed a leg at a time, then got
    him to stand up while she towelled him off after she'd lifted him onto
    the bath mat.

    When he was dry, she left the towel around him and took a very fine
    comb which she ran through his hair covering the whole of his head.
    After each run through of the comb, she looked at it carefully.

    “What are you doing?" Tony asked.

    “Just making sure that you don't have head lice, and you don't. And
    before you complain, we need to check before you actually come onto the
    ward. After that, the nurse sat down, placed a towel across her lap,
    and said, "Tony, stand at the side of my legs facing that way. I want
    you to lie across my lap, please." Tony stood beside her as she guided
    him across her lap. He ended up bottom in the air and both head and
    legs down. She parted the cheeks of his bottom with one hand and
    inserted a tubby rectal thermometer with her other hand, holding it in
    place between her fingers with her palm resting across the cheeks of
    his bottom.

    “Lie still for me while I take your temperature. We always take
    temperatures in this ward up our patients' bottoms, so get used to it!
    You'll usually have your temperature taken twice a day, morning and
    evening." It felt strange to have something sticking up his bottom with
    her rubber gloved hand resting on him. It was an unusually pleasant
    feeling, but he'd have been hard pressed to explain why. The tip of the
    thermometer pressed on his prostate, triggering feelings he'd not had
    before.

    Now then, let's have you up on that trolley." In the bathroom was a
    trolley with a strong rubberised canvas sling. Tony was helped up to
    lie on the trolley while the nurse went to get a razor, brush and
    shaving soap.

    “We have to have all the hairs off from down there, so I'm going to
    shave you." Tony's face glowed with embarrassment as she pulled the
    towel off him and lathered around his penis and scrotum with the brush
    which she'd rubbed onto the soap to make a good lather. Taking the
    safety razor, she proceeded to carefully shave him smooth. Tony had
    been so proud that he'd started to grow hair there and now it was all
    gone!

    The nurse picked up a tub of cream.

    “I'm going to put some cream on you to stop you from being sore where
    I've shaved." Tony noticed that she spread the cream not only where
    she'd shaved, but right across his buttocks, between his legs and
    across his tummy. He was beginning to get suspicious. The nurse went
    into a cupboard and came back with a pile of white 'towels' which
    looked suspiciously like nappies to him. When she put the nappy pins
    and a pair of hospital red rubber pants on top, he sat up, "I don't
    need nappies. I'm not a baby!" The nurse laughed, "Tony, you will wear
    nappies on this ward because all the children do without exception. If
    I have to get Sister to help me, you'll really be in trouble, and you
    don't want that! I'd better explain. You need the nappies for several
    reasons. That's why you're here as you don't want to be the only one in
    nappies on the teenage ward, do you? Because you're having a
    circumcision, we've found that wearing nappies stops you interfering
    with the dressing. Secondly, you've come in today to practice using
    your nappies so that you don't have to strain to pass urine as that can
    cause bleeding and we don't want you breaking your stitches. You're
    going to have an anal stretch and you'll have a special plug in your
    bottom for a couple of days. Your nappy will be put on tight in theatre
    to hold the plug in place and stop it sliding out. Finally, when the
    plug is removed, you might leak a bit from your bottom at first and
    wearing a nappy is less embarrassing than getting a mess on your gown
    or sheets. Understand?”
    “I suppose so," came back Tony's grudging answer.

    “Did you say 'gown'? I wear pyjamas at home. Only girls wear night
    gowns!”
    “Sorry, Tony, in this ward, it's night gowns for everyone. It makes it
    easier to change nappies as we can just lift the gown up out of the
    way."

    Just at that moment, another nurse came in, carrying a white enamel
    kidney dish. She spoke to the other nurse, "Looks like I've just timed
    this right!" The first nurse carefully folded the nappies into a kite
    shape. Tony could see the thick pile of terry towelling nappies, in a
    larger than usual size as befits someone of his age, and could see that
    they were stained orange where his bottom would be, presumably from
    previous use. The second nurse put down her kidney dish on the trolley
    and then, to Tony's surprise, grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs
    up, raising his bottom from the trolley. The first nurse slid the
    nappies under him and then, expecting his bottom and legs to be
    lowered, the nurse holding his legs, lowered him onto the nappies, but
    then held his legs apart, opening up access to his bottom. The first
    nurse took the chromium plated syringe with a rubber tip, put her
    fingers through the rings on the barrel and squeezed gently. A little
    fluid came out and coated the tip which was then pushed into Tony's
    back passage and the whole contents, several fluid ounces, were
    squirted in. Immediately the syringe was removed and the nappies pulled
    firmly up between his legs and pinned in place. The other nurse helped
    work the rubber pants over Tony's legs and lifted him up by them again
    to work the pants up over his nappies and around his bottom. The first
    nurse told Tony, "All children who don't normally use nappies are given
    that injection into their bottoms. It's a stuff called glycerine and I
    want you to try to hold it as long as possible. We give it for several
    reasons. It softens your stool and makes it easier to 'go' in your
    nappy, especially if the patient is a bit constipated. It also forces
    you to 'go' in your nappy so you get used to it quickly. However, when
    we get you to your bed, I'll be giving you some castor oil to make your
    bowels open to clear you out inside ready for your operation on Monday.
    I'm afraid that means you'll just be drinking for the next couple of
    days with no food. We will bring you lots to drink and will expect you
    to drink it. That means you'll have to use your nappy, so no arguments!
    But I'll let you into a little secret! You'll find being in nappies
    isn't as bad I guess you're thinking. It can be nice to be in nappies
    again with us caring for you. Many children get to enjoy it!" The
    nurses lifted Tony off the trolley and stood him up. A nightgown was
    pulled over his head. As he was somewhat larger than most of the
    children on the ward, the gown came to just below his rubber pants.
    Tony realized that, if he bent over, his rubber pants would be visible
    to anyone looking. However, the terry towelling was soft from all the
    repeated boiling and felt strangely comfortable. He could feel the
    rubber pants digging into his legs and tummy as the rubber bands sealed
    in the nappies, and he was seating between his thighs where the rubber
    pants were forcing his legs apart from the bulk of the nappies the
    nurse had put on him. His bottom was getting warm as well from being
    enclosed like that, but the feeling brought back strange memories of
    his childhood.

    He accompanied the nurses to his bed. To his horror, it wasn't a bed,
    but a crib with high metal sides. The nurse put his bag of clothes in
    his locker for his mother to collect that night during visiting. Sister
    came over, "Well done nurses, I see you have Tony properly dressed for
    this ward. Did he give you any trouble?" The first nurse replied, "No,
    Sister. I explained the reason why and he accepted it.”
    “Good boy," was Sister's response, "Now, I have some medicine for you
    to take. It doesn't taste nice, so what we'll do is I'll squirt it into
    the back of your mouth while nurse holds your nose. Swallow it
    immediately. Then I'll give you some orange juice to wash it down and
    finally, as you've been a good boy, you can have a peppermint to suck
    to take away the taste." Tony, taught to be polite, said, "Thank you,
    Sister." Sister looked surprised, "Well, Tony, how nice to have such a
    polite well brought up patient on my ward. I see we'll have no problems
    with you!" Tony was told to tip his head back and open his mouth wide.
    The nurse held his nose while Sister squirted the castor oil down the
    back of his throat. Tony swallowed immediately and grimaced at the foul
    taste, despite his nose being held. Sister thrust the juice at him and
    he drank it down gratefully. Sister, meanwhile, was unwrapping the
    peppermint and popped it in his mouth when he'd finished drinking the
    juice. Sister said to Tony, "You may go into the play area with the
    other children who are allowed out of bed. There are books suitable for
    your age and you might want to sit and read. I expect you don't want to
    play with the building blocks!" Tony thanked Sister and was led to the
    play area.

    A nurse was sitting down keeping her eye on the children. Some small
    children were in a playpen, amusing themselves with the toys there.
    Others were on a rubber mat on the floor playing with all sorts of
    toys. The nurse looked up, "Hello, Tony. I've been expecting you. All
    right?" Tony mumbled something. The other nurse spoke to him, "I'll be
    bringing you a drink every hour and I want you to drink it straight
    down for me." Tony replied that he'd do as he was told. The nurse in
    the play area indicated the books to Tony and suggested he chose one,
    so he did as she suggested. She tapped the seat beside her so Tony sat
    down. He noticed that the chairs, apart from the one the nurse was
    sitting in, were all rather on the small side for him so he sat with
    his knees pointing upwards. He also noticed that the chair seat was
    rubber covered, presumably to protect the chair if the children's
    nappies leaked. By now, he was beginning to feel rather uncomfortable
    as the glycerine did two jobs of softening the stool which was
    constipating him and also irritating his insides to make him expel it.
    The nurse lent over towards Tony so she could speak to him quietly, "I
    know you're uncomfortable with that glycerine enema inside you and also
    you'll be even more uncomfortable when the castor oil starts to work."
    Tony whispered his thanks for her consideration. She could see him
    struggling to hold it.

    “I think you've done very well. You should let it out now and you'll be
    changed at lunch time when the others are having their meals." Tony
    succumbed to the internal pressure and pushed to force it out. At the
    same time his bladder emptied and he wet himself as well. To his
    surprise a large volume of stool filled his nappy and spread around his
    bottom and up his back and front. He tried to hide the surprise as he
    sat there, messy and miserable. The nurse leaned towards him again,
    "You'll get used to it. Try not to worry about it. All the children
    here are in nappies and they all had the same treatment as you when you
    arrived. You need to get used to using your nappy for the next few
    days." Later a nurse came to give him another drink of orange squash
    this time and stood over him while he drank it all up. Another drink
    later and he felt a gurgle from his insides. He thought the whole ward
    must have heard it, but it was muffled by his thick nappies. He felt
    the gurgle again. Then he exploded into his nappy with loads of oily
    stool as the castor oil purged him. He was glad that his rubber pants
    were opaque as he guessed his nappy must be horrible by now - it
    certainly felt like it! Several more times he emptied his bowels into
    his nappy until he was thoroughly wet and messy. He'd had to empty his
    bladder a couple of times as well as the nurses kept insisting that he
    drank plenty.

    At lunchtime, the other children who were allowed up were taken to a
    table where they were served with their lunch. Nurses helped those
    confined to bed to eat their lunch and Tony was taken by the nurse
    who'd been sitting with the children who had been playing back to the
    bathroom.

    “I expect your nappy really does need changing now! How have you found
    being back in nappies?" Tony answered, "I suppose it's not too bad.
    Wetting my nappy isn't so bad, but messing it is a bit uncomfortable."
    The nurse laughed in a nice way, "That's why babies cry when they have
    a dirty nappy, but often don't make a fuss if their nappy is just wet.
    You'll get used to it. But let's get you out of that dirty nappy and
    into a clean dry one!" After she'd put on one of the long white aprons,
    she helped Tony out of his night gown and then she stood Tony in the
    bath, helping him to step out of the rubber pants. She took those and
    rinsed them out in the sluice before hanging them up to dry. She then
    unpinned his nappies and carefully peeled them off him. Tony was
    absolutely plastered. She ran the bath and filled jugs of water to
    rinse him off. When he was as clean as that would get him, she washed
    him with a flannel with plenty of soap and water. Then more jugs of
    water cleaned him off. She pulled a chair up beside the bath and placed
    a large towel in her lap. Lifting Tony out of the bath, she sat him on
    her lap and proceeded to dry him. It was years since Tony had been
    cuddled like this but he found that he was enjoying it. When he was
    dry, she wrapped the towel around him, put her arms round him and gave
    him a big cuddle, rocking him gently on her lap, "You look like you
    need a big cuddle, Tony. Are you worried about the operation?" Tony
    replied, "Yes. I've never been in hospital before and it's all new to
    me.”
    “I promise you that you'll be all right. But I can understand you being
    worried. When you go for your operation, you'll have a rubber mask over
    your nose and mouth and be given some special gas to breathe which will
    make you go to sleep and you won't feel a thing. When you come back
    from the theatre, if you're feeling sore, we can give you something to
    help stop the pain. Is that all right?" Tony thanked her for being so
    nice to him. She laughed, "I like nursing children, Tony, and you're no
    trouble! I'd better get your nappies on you otherwise Sister will
    wonder why I'm taking so long." She lifted Tony easily onto the
    trolley. She creamed his nappy area again, rubbing it well in. Then
    another thick layer of nappies was put on him, forcing his legs apart.
    As she was on her own, she asked Tony to stand beside the trolley and
    hold onto it while she got him to lift each leg in turn while a clean
    pair of rubber pants were pulled over his feet and around his ankles.
    Then standing up straight, she pulled them over Tony's nappies, tucking
    the nappy under the rubber waist and leg bands.

    “Time for your lunch, Tony!”
    “But I was told that I couldn't eat anything until after the
    operation," Tony replied.

    “I know, but you've got more to drink and, I'm, afraid, another dose of
    castor oil. Sister wants you well cleaned out so you're also having
    Epsom Salts tonight to make sure all the castor oil has gone. I promise
    you that tomorrow you won't have any more laxatives.”
    “That's one thing to look forward to, then," Tony answered. Finally she
    lifted the night gown over his head.

    Back on the ward, having waddled to his crib because of the thickness
    of the nappies and rubber pants forcing his thighs apart, Sister came
    over to administer another dose of castor oil the same way as the
    morning. This time, he was given two glasses of juice to drink
    afterwards before being given another peppermint to suck. He was asked
    to climb into bed and get under the covers. Round the ward, children
    were having their nappies changed in their cribs. A rubber sheet was
    slipped under them before the nappy was removed. Most of them were just
    wet, but a few were messy so the nurses had to take longer cleaning
    them up. Normally the children were creamed after their morning wash or
    bath, but, because Tony was having castor oil, he was creamed more
    often to stop him from getting sore. When all the children were
    changed, the nurses went round giving each child a dummy (pacifier) to
    suck and one nurse pulled the curtains to make the ward dark. The nurse
    came last to Tony and said, "Open wide. Let's see inside that mouth of
    yours." When Tony obliged her, she stuck a larger dummy in his mouth
    and held it there.

    “All the children are being expected to have a nap now, including you.
    Try sucking on that. You'll find it helps. If you take it out, Sister
    has got one she can strap on you to stop you taking it out. You don't
    want that, do you?" With that, she let go of the dummy as Tony relaxed
    back and gave it an experimental suck. It tasted of rubber and that
    seemed somehow familiar, so he sucked it again. Later Sister pointed
    out Tony to one of the nurses - fast asleep, sucking on his dummy.

    His nappy was wet when he woke, to his surprise, as he'd not wet
    himself for some considerable time when asleep. The afternoon followed
    the same pattern with plenty to drink and filling his nappy with mainly
    fluid as the second dose of castor oil made sure he was empty. The
    griping pains were even worse this time, doubling him over as his nappy
    filled. A different nurse was looking after the children at play in the
    afternoon and, seeing Tony's distress, she put on a white rubber apron,
    sat him on her lap and rubbed his tummy for him. Tony decided it was
    worth the griping pains just for that!

    During tea-time, he was taken and washed in the bath again before being
    changed into yet more dry nappies. After tea, all the children were put
    in their cribs with the sides up while they waited for their visitors.
    Tony's mum and dad came to see him. His mum asked how he was and was
    surprised when Tony replied, "Empty!" He then explained, "I'm having
    nothing to eat until after my operation and I've had two doses of
    castor oil today." His dad shuddered as the words 'castor oil' reminded
    him of his own purgings as a child and the terrible taste. His mum
    apologised, "I'm sorry, Tony, I knew you were coming to this ward, but
    didn't tell you because I knew you'd be upset. The letter explained
    that you'd be here because of the type of operation you're having."
    Tony replied, "The nurses explained it to me, and I'm getting used to
    it." Visiting was over far too soon as it provided a distraction for
    the children on the ward. After the visitors had gone, all the children
    were given a bedtime drink - something milky- to help them to sleep.
    Tony had yet more orange squash. The nurses then went round putting
    extra thick nappies on all the children for the night and Tony's were
    so thick that, lying on his back, his hips were several inches in the
    air from the nappies around them. One of the nurses came over to Tony
    with another glass of juice.

    “Drink this down, please, Tony. It's your Epsom Salts to wash you
    through." Tony drank it, reluctantly, and shuddered at the salty taste.
    Finally the nurses went round putting a baby bottle of water in each
    crib in case the children woke thirsty and putting a dummy in each
    child's mouth. When they came round to Tony, he was given two big
    bottles, with rubber teats, to drink from. The nurse told him that the
    drinks were in baby bottles as they didn't spill that way and he had
    extra because he'd need to drink if he woke in the night with the
    effects of the Epsom Salts. Then the nurse took a large dummy and,
    before she had to say anything, Tony opened his mouth for her to pop it
    in.

    “Good boy! The nurses said you were good when they handed over to us
    when we came on the night shift. You should be all right overnight,
    but, if you do leak, we'll sort you out. Now, sleep well!" Tony rolled
    on his side as the ward lights were turned out and was soon asleep.
    He'd had a busy day and, being purged so thoroughly was exhausting.

    In the middle of the night, a gurgle from his tummy and that familiar
    churning feeling announced that he'd soon be filling his nappies.
    Rolling onto he back, he laid there for a while and then it just poured
    out of him. However, this time, it was just fluid, so he took out the
    dummy, emptied a bottle of water by sucking on the teat, put the dummy
    back in his mouth and went back to sleep. He woke again as more flooded
    from him, so drank the second bottle and went back to sleep. He woke
    again to find his crib in the bathroom with two nurses there. One of
    the nurses spoke quietly to him, "We were doing the rounds and noticed
    that your nappies had leaked, making your bed wet, so we've wheeled you
    in here to get you sorted so we don't wake the other children. Two
    nurses took off his wet gown, nappies and rubber pants, then put him in
    the bath. One washed him while the other changed the soaked bed. He had
    leaked and a lot at that! He was cuddled dry and then put into another
    thick pile of nappies and the ubiquitous rubber pants, as well as a
    nightgown. Back in his clean dry crib, he was wheeled quietly back into
    the ward. One of the nurse had kept her rubber apron on and she was
    lifted out of the crib and laid in her lap with his head resting on her
    rubber apron, pillowed by her breast. The other nurse disappeared and
    came back with a small baby bottle which she handed to the other nurse,
    then left to check on others. The nurse leaned close to Tony's ear, "We
    wondered if this would happen. If it did, we were told we could give
    you this. It's something special to help you back to sleep again and
    you can sleep in on Sunday mornings!" She held the bottle as Tony
    sucked from it. Once the bottle was empty, she replaced it with his
    dummy and continued to cuddle him, rocking him gently. Soon he went
    floppy and relaxed in her arms. The other nurse came over and lifted
    Tony back into bed, pulling the side up quietly so as not to wake him.
    They went back to their desk in the middle of the ward with its single
    light to give light to the ward.

    Tony woke the next morning after the other children had been given
    breakfast. Seeing him awake, one of the nurses brought him a bottle of
    orange juice.

    “It's in a bottle, Tony, as you may still be a bit sleepy and we don't
    want you to spill a glass all over you!" The day passed with him able
    to wet his nappy without effort. He could feel his bladder signalling
    that it was getting full, but he was able to just relax to empty it
    without straining at all. The day passed with plenty of fluids, but no
    food and nappy changes while the others ate their meals. Tony realized
    that the nurses were careful to pull the curtains around him when he
    was changed, but didn't bother for the other children: he appreciated
    that. His parents came after the afternoon nap at four o'clock as
    visiting was from four to six on a Sunday. That night, all the children
    due to go to theatre the next morning were given a bottle of chloral
    hydrate, as Tony had been the night before, to help them to sleep. Tony
    was the last and enjoyed being cuddled asleep again.

    It was Monday morning and the younger children were taken one by one to
    the bathroom to be bathed and put in clean nappies and rubber pants for
    their surgery. They were given an injection to make them drowsy and to
    dry up their secretions to help to prevent them from being sick after
    the anaesthetic. When they came back, they were wearing a green rubber
    shower cap to keep their hair out of the way, and clean in case they
    were sick afterwards. The children were lifted onto a freshly made bed
    waiting for the trolley to take them to theatre. Tony watched them go
    and come back again, sleepy as they were lifted into their beds and
    checked regularly by the nurses. As he waited, he became more and more
    anxious about what was to happen. The nurses were spending only a
    little time with the others on the ward as they were so busy with those
    going to and coming from theatre. One of the nurses passed his bed,
    "Won't be long, Tony. I know the waiting is hard, but it will be over
    soon!" Tony's mouth was really dry now from the lack of fluids. In
    those days, 12 hours without food and water was the norm.

    Just as Tony despaired of his turn ever coming, yet hoping that it
    wouldn't happen at all, one of the nurses came over to him, wearing her
    rubber apron as she was 'bath nurse' that morning,, getting the
    children washed, changed into dry nappies and into their theatre gowns,
    "Time for your bath, Tony. We need to get you ready now." She held out
    her hand to him after she'd dropped the side of his crib. Despite the
    fact that he considered himself a 'big boy', he was only too pleased to
    be able to take her hand for the reassurance that gave him. In the
    bathroom, his bath was waiting for him, so she stripped off his gown,
    rubber pants and nappies and lifted him into the bath. He didn't mind
    her gently and thoroughly washing him from head to foot this time. His
    nervousness meant that he was much less concerned for his dignity than
    for what was to come. She lifted him out of the bath onto the towel on
    her lap and dried him. Once he was dry, she gave him a quick cuddle.

    “Don't worry, pet. It'll soon be over and you'll be much better." She
    lifted him onto the changing trolley and only put one nappy on him.

    “I don't expect there's much inside you now!" Tony replied, "My mouth
    is really dry and I feel empty.”
    “I'm sorry, but that dry mouth will get worse after you get your
    injection, but it will help to make you drowsy, we hope, so you won't
    feel too bad about going to theatre." Next she put a clean theatre gown
    on him. She gave Tony a pair of clean rubber pants and a pile of clean
    nappies in his size to hold.

    “Carry those for me, please?" Next she chose a green rubber shower cap
    and pulled it on over his head, tucking all the hair inside it,
    "That'll stop your hair getting in the way, Tony." She picked Tony up
    easily because he actually wasn't that tall for his age and was thing
    and light, and took him back to his crib. She put the rubber pants and
    nappies at the foot of his crib, ready to go with him to theatre.

    Other nurses had made his bed with clean sheets ready for him to come
    back from theatre. When he was in his bed, still with the side down,
    the 'bath nurse' went back to the bathroom to take off her apron as
    Tony was the last for theatre that day. She would come back to clean
    the bathroom later, but, after washing her hands, went to draw up the
    syringe with Tony's pre-medication. Coming back to him with a kidney
    dish, placed it on his bedside locker, then pulled back the covers and
    the gown a little, exposing his leg. She took an alcohol swab from the
    kidney dish and rubbed his leg. Next, picking up the hypodermic, she
    said, "Look away, Tony, and wriggle your toes for me. It'll sting a bit
    at first, but it will soon go and wriggling your toes helps." Tony did
    look away and tried not to flinch when she stuck the needle in him. He
    frantically wriggled his toes as she injected the mixture of morphine
    and atropine - the former to make him relaxed and the latter to dry up
    his secretions. She rubbed the side of his leg with the swab to help
    the drug to be absorbed. Finally, after she'd covered him up again and
    pulled the side of his crib up, she took a large pacifier out of the
    dish and put it in his mouth, "I know you're a big boy, Tony, but it
    will help. Just suck that and try to think of nothing!" Tony laid
    there, his mouth made even drier by the atropine and feeling fuzzy
    headed, but still terrified, from the morphine.

    Ten minutes later, the theatre trolley arrived, wheeled by a porter in
    theatre greens. The porter spoke to the nurse who had bathed Tony to
    check that he'd got the right patient, then asked Tony his name and age
    to double check.

    “Come on, young man, let's be having you!" With that, he lifted Tony
    out of his crib and onto the trolley, covering him with one of the
    white cellular cotton blankets. The nurse tucked the rubber pants and
    nappies under the blanket and, picking up Tony's notes, opened the ward
    door for the porter as they wheeled Tony away to the lift. Down in the
    lift to the ground floor where the theatres were. The nurse held the
    door open which said, "Theatres - Access Restricted" There was a
    dedicated children's theatre and Tony was wheeled into a room next
    door. There were toys there and a nurse in theatre greens. The ward
    nurse handed over Tony and the theatre nurse asked Tony, "Can you tell
    me your name, pet, and how old you are?" Tony gave his name and age,
    finding it difficult to answer her because his tongue seemed to stick
    tot he roof of his mouth. Happy that they'd got the right patient, the
    porter lifted Tony off and sat him on a chair. The ward nurse popped
    the pacifier back in his mouth and gave the theatre nurse his records
    and the clean rubber pants and nappies.

    “Thanks, nurse. I'm glad you remembered those!" Then the porter left,
    taking the trolley with him and the ward nurse departed too, leaving
    Tony with the theatre nurse, feeling very frightened. The nurse spoke
    to him, "They're just finishing off the last patient so it'll be a few
    minutes yet. We have to bring you down so that, when they're ready for
    you, you can go straight in. I know you're older than most of the
    patients for your ward, but you're not to big to have a cuddle, are
    you?" She held out her arms as Tony went over to her and sat on her
    lap, sucking his dummy furiously for comfort. He curled up on her lap,
    as if trying to hide in her arms. The nurse was well used to big boys
    being little boys at heart when they were frightened, and so rocked him
    gently.

    Ten minutes later, a door on the side of the room opened, and another
    nurse said, "You can bring him in now." The nurse took the dummy from
    Tony's mouth, saying, "I'm sorry. You can't use that in there. Won't be
    long now." Tony was lifted to his feet and the nurse held out her hand
    to him after she'd picked up the rubber pants and nappies with her
    other hand, "Come on. We'll soon have you asleep and you won't feel a
    thing!" Tony walked in with her. His recollections of the theatre were
    a blur afterwards. He remembered lots of people in white and green in
    there, the big light hanging from the ceiling, the rubber topped table
    and the shiny chrome machine with the black rubber tubing and glass
    bottles. The nurse put down the nappies and rubber pants on the side
    and put her arms under Tony's armpits and lifted him onto the table.
    There was someone in a mask sitting at the top end of the table near
    his head. When the person spoke, Tony realised it was a lady, "Hello,
    Tony. I'm a special sort of doctor called an anaesthetist and it's my
    job to put you to sleep. If you look over here, you can see a big black
    rubber bag on my machine. In a minute, when you've got the mask on,
    that bag will blow up and shrink as you breathe. What I'm going to do
    in a minute is put the mask on your face and then ask you to practice
    taking deep breaths and blowing up my balloon as big as you can. All
    right?" Tony was too frightened to do anything but to nod.

    “That's a good boy. Now, I want to slip something under your head." The
    anaesthetist slipped the rubber 'spider' which would hold the mask on
    Tony's face.

    “Now then Tony, I'm going to put a mask over your nose and mouth. It
    will be hissing, but don't worry as it's only oxygen to help you to
    breathe. I'll tell you when I'm going to put you to sleep. The mask
    will smell funny, but that's because of the gases we use. The smell
    tends to stick to the tubing and mask." He held the mask up and lowered
    it over Tony's nose and mouth. Tony thought that she was right - it did
    smell funny. The anaesthetist held the mask connected to the two
    corrugated rubber tubes from the anaesthetic machine, while a nurse
    pulled the straps up from behind Tony's head and hooked them onto the
    mask, one strap each side over his cheeks and one each side around his
    forehead. The nurse then took a round pillow and asked Tony to lift his
    head up. She placed the pillow under his neck so that his head was
    tipped back. Tony was breathing quickly because he was so nervous. The
    anaesthetist told Tony to turn his head slightly so he could see the
    black rubber bag.

    “Now then, Tony, you said you'd try to blow up my balloon for me. Let's
    see you take deep breaths for me." Tony did as he was told and watched
    as the bag filled and emptied.

    “Come on, Tony, I don't think you're trying. You can do bigger balloons
    than that!" Tony tried to take even bigger breaths as the anaesthetist
    turned on the nitrous oxide.

    “I've added another gas, Tony and you'll start to drift off to sleep
    soon. Nice big balloons for me!" She watched and timed adding the ether
    until he was about to take a deep breath. The ether caught in his
    throat and he coughed. the anaesthetist started to massage the balloon
    to force the gas into Tony's lungs. There was a roaring in his ears and
    everything went black. He felt as if he was falling down a black tunnel
    as he became unconscious.

    The nurses pulled up his gown and placed a towel under his bottom to
    soak up any leakage. His rubber pants were pulled off and his nappy
    removed. He'd wet it a little as he was put to sleep because of his
    fright. His legs were lifted up and hung from lithotomy poles so that
    the surgeon could operate from between Tony's legs for the circumcision
    and also perform the anal stretch easily. His genitals were swabbed
    with antiseptic and his penis was draped with a green cloth with a hole
    for his penis to project through. The surgeon examined Tony's penis and
    then asked for a pair of scissors. She made a cut through the foreskin
    to free up the foreskin somewhat and then, still using the blunt ended
    scissors, divided the frenelum holding the foreskin to the glans of his
    penis. She then pulled back the foreskin to expose the glans. A nurse
    handed her a sizing template which the surgeon placed over the glans to
    decide which size of Gomco clamp she would use. Once she'd decided, she
    applied some lubricating gel to the end of Tony's penis and then placed
    the hood of the Gomco clamp over it. Using haemostats, she worked the
    foreskin up around the bell and held it tight there while a nurse tied
    the foreskin tightly to the rod emerging from the top of the bell. This
    was the surgeon's preferred method as it made for a tight circumcision
    with no foreskin at all. She then placed the base ring over his
    foreskin and the bell and attached the arm to the bell. She then
    started to turn the screw which pulled the bell up against the ring of
    the base, squashing the foreskin. She turned the screw until it would
    turn no more. Then, with another pair of scissors, she cut away the
    foreskin as close to the bell as possible. After leaving it in place
    for a while to allow the skin to be fully crushed, she removed the bell
    and clamp, inserting several small, neat sutures around the cut rim.
    One of the nurses then wrapped his penis in a paraffin gauze dressing
    to protect it and allow it to heal inside Tony's nappies.

    The sterile field was replaced with another just covering Tony's penis
    to allow access to his back passage. The surgeon lubricated her fingers
    and worked first her little finger into his anus, then her index
    finger, then her middle finger. Next, using her two index fingers were
    inserted either side of his anus and the surgeon applied tension to
    stretch and tear the sphincter muscles. She replaced the index fingers
    with both the index and middle fingers from both hands to stretch him
    further. When she was satisfied with her efforts, one of the nurses
    handed her lubricated dilators. These had a short cone shaped tip with
    a slightly narrower area behind where the sphincter muscle would grip
    it and a flange to stop it disappearing inside. She tried first one,
    which slipped in easily, then the next and so on until she had to force
    the dilator into place. Having made sure that the flange was snugly
    against the outside of Tony's bottom, she turned to the anaesthetist
    and said, "I've finished. You can start bringing him round now." One of
    nurses picked up the thick pile of nappies and rubber pants and started
    to put the nappies on him. She pulled the nappies tightly up between
    Tony's legs to hold the dilator in place while another nurse put the
    pins in to make sure that they were on firmly. The end of the operating
    table was raised and Tony's legs taken out of the stirrups. The rubber
    pants were worked up over his legs and up over his nappies. Meanwhile
    the anaesthetist had turned off the ether and nitrous oxide and was
    giving Tony just oxygen. Happy that he was slowly coming round, she
    allowed him to be lifted onto a trolley and wheeled back to the ward.

    On the way up in the lift, he heard a voice saying, "Tony, wake up.
    It's all over. Wake up, Tony!" He opened his eyes to see a nurse
    standing by him in the lift smiling at him. He felt dizzy and
    disorientated and couldn't quite understand what she was saying. Slowly
    he came back to full consciousness as he was wheeled back to his crib.
    In his crib, he asked the nurse, "Is it over? Have I had my operation?"
    The nurse smiled at him, "Yes, Tony, it's all over. You've had your
    operation. Are you in any pain?" Tony mumbled because of his dry mouth,
    "It hurts!”
    “I expect it will for a bit, Tony. I'll get you an injection to help
    with the pain." She came back with an injection of morphine which made
    Tony so drowsy that he went back to sleep again.

    When he woke, a nurse noticed and came over to him.

    “Are you thirsty?" Tony nodded as his mouth was so dry that he couldn't
    speak.

    “Do you feel sick at all?" Tony shook his head.

    “All right, pet, I'll go and get you some water." The nurse came back
    with a large baby bottle full of water and pulled down the side of the
    crib. She pulled up a chair and sat beside Tony, "Drink it slowly and
    you can have some more in a while. We don't want you sitting up yet.
    You'll still be dizzy from the anaesthetic." Tony sucked gratefully at
    the bottle which tasted beautiful to him as it eased his parched
    throat. During the rest of the afternoon, nurses kept bringing him
    water to drink as gradually he recovered form the soporific effects of
    the morphine. Unfortunately he then became aware of the pain from his
    abused bottom and surgery to his penis. When one of the nurse brought
    him a bottle later, he asked, "Please can you help me? I'm hurting
    again.”
    “Of course, Tony. I'll get you another injection for the pain." His
    parents came to see him that night, but he was asleep from the effects
    on the morphine most of the time, waking just enough to be able to
    recognise that they were with him. The nurses kept plying him with
    drinks to get his bladder filling and emptying again as soon as
    possible. Eventually, Tony realised that his bladder was getting full
    and, hesitantly started to let it out into his nappy. To his delight,
    it didn't hurt, the paraffin gauze dressings doing their job of
    protecting the raw edges of his circumcision, so he relaxed and let it
    flood his nappy. One of the junior doctors wrote Tony up for another
    dose of morphine just before bed so he'd sleep and another first thing
    in the morning. If he still hurt, then that could be reviewed.

    The next two days passed with plenty of drinks so his nappy was never
    dry for long. The plug was uncomfortable, but not painful. However, the
    consultant came to see him when his mum was visiting him to explain to
    them both about Tony's aftercare on the day after his operation. She
    kindly spoke to Tony, but included his mum in the conversation.

    “Tony, you know I have stretched your bottom to try to stop you from
    being so constipated all the time. You were having to strain when you
    passed stool which isn't good for you. I put a plug in your bottom to
    help it to stay stretched, but you will need to do some exercises to
    make sure that you don't leak from there afterwards. When you get home,
    I'm going to ask your mum to put a special cone shaped dilator into
    your bottom every evening to help to keep you stretched and then help
    you with the special exercises. (Turning to his mum) Could you come
    here at 11 o'clock the day after tomorrow so the physiotherapist can
    show you the dilation and the exercises? After that, I'd like your mum
    to put you in nappies for the night as I want her to give you a big
    dose of liquid paraffin every night just before bed. The liquid
    paraffin is to keep your insides lubricated to help you to pass stool
    easily without straining. Unfortunately, especially after this
    operation at first, it tends to leak out at night and could make your
    bed messy, so we recommend nappies until you've come back to see me in
    three months time. As you're a big boy and I'm sure your mum doesn't
    have nappies your size, the hospital will lend you nappies, pins,
    rubber pants and a rubber sheet top put under your mattress in case of
    leaks from your rubber pants while you still need them. We'll give you
    a prescription for the liquid paraffin to go home with and I'll write
    to your doctor to ask her to keep you supplied with it. Any questions?"
    Tony started hesitantly, "Um.... what happens if I need to get up in
    the night to use the toilet? Do I take my nappies off and try to put
    them back on myself or should I wake mum to ask her to help?" The
    consultant gave a kind laugh, "I think it's best if you used your
    nappies as your toilet and didn't get up at night, if your mum doesn't
    mind? You might find that you can't help soiling your nappy at night as
    the liquid paraffin can cause uncontrollable diarrhoea which is why I
    want you to take it at night. Mum replied, "If it helps Tony to get
    better, I don't mind washing some nappies for him. I'd better dry them
    indoors to save the neighbours talking though!" Tony was lying there
    secretly thrilled by this. He'd discovered that the nurse had been
    right that it was fun to wear nappies again, and here was the doctor
    telling his mum he'd have to wear them when he left the hospital! After
    the consultant had left, Tony's mum smiled at him, "I never thought I'd
    be putting nappies on you again. But I think I'm quite looking forward
    to it. You've been too grown up to let me 'mother' you a bit and I'll
    enjoy doing just that!"

    The 'day after tomorrow' when his mum was to come to see the
    physiotherapy exercises, Tony was woken early with the curtains around
    him. There were two nurses, one of whom shook him gently and whispered
    for him to be quiet so as not to wake the other children. The nurse
    whispered, "We're going to change your nappies and then remove the plug
    so you can have breakfast with the other children." With that, Tony was
    asked to lift his bottom so a rubber changing sheet could be slid under
    him. His rubber pants were removed and he was washed and dried, then
    creamed thoroughly while lying on clean nappies. He was asked to roll
    on his left side with his knees drawn right up. One nurse lifted a
    cylinder off the floor and placed it on the chair beside his bed. Tony
    noticed that the cylinder has a rubber corrugated tube attached to it
    and a black rubber mask like the one used on him in theatre and a black
    rubber bag fixed to the mask. The cylinder was blue with a white top.
    The other nurse said, "Tony, this is a mixture of two gases - oxygen
    and laughing gas. I'm going to hold the mask over your nose and mouth
    and I want you to take deep breaths for me, blowing up the balloon like
    you did in theatre. You won't go to sleep, but you will feel light
    headed and you won't feel any pain when the plug is removed. Do you
    understand?" Tony replied, "yes, you want me to take deep breaths and
    then you'll take the plug out of my bottom.”
    “Good boy! Got it in one!" she said as she ruffled his hair gently. She
    turned the gas on and Tony could hear the hiss from the mask. When she
    held it to his face, the bag ballooned up until Tony took a deep breath
    so the bag partly deflated. As he took deep breaths as he'd been
    instructed, he felt the roaring in his ears and his head began to swim.
    He did black out, but could still hear the nurses talking, as he felt
    as if he were falling down a dark tunnel.

    “He's relaxed enough now. I think he's ready," said the nurse holding
    the mask.

    “OK. Here goes!" replied the other.

    Tony felt her part his buttocks and pull on the plug. She twisted it
    from side to side as she gently pulled it out. It hurt a little as the
    wider end was pulled through, but it was only a little pain and the gas
    had done its job. He was rolled onto his back with the mask still
    pressed against his face.

    “I'll give him a bit more while you put his nappy on him. It will mean
    he'll be less sore when the gas wears off," he heard the nurse holding
    the mask say. He felt a sudden increase in pressure as the nurse
    squeezed the bag as she held the mask firmly against his face. He did
    black out for a short while and, when he came round, just one nurse was
    sitting with him. He was covered up, and in clean dry nappies.

    “How do you feel?”
    “Light headed still, but I'm only a bit sore.”
    “Doctor has said you can have an injection of morphine if you want.
    Would you like that?”
    “Yes, please," Tony replied. She went and came back with the injection
    which he had in one of his legs. He thought, ruefully to himself that
    his legs must be like pin cushions form all the injections he'd had. He
    did remember to say, "Thank you" to the nurse who answered him with,
    "You're good boy, Tony and we like looking after you. You don't make a
    fuss like some of the children, especially the older children we've had
    sometimes!"

    He drifted off into a drug induced sleep only to be woken later with
    "Do you want some breakfast, Tony?" He was given breakfast - his first
    meal since arriving in hospital and he was starving! One of the nurses
    ties a bib round his neck and insisted on feeding him as, she said,
    "You'll still be drowsy from that injection and we don't want the bed
    to be wearing your breakfast!" Afterwards, she lifted him out of bed,
    sat him on her lap and gave him a big bottle of orange juice top drink
    from. Drowsy as he was, the cuddle was lovely and Tony thought how he
    was enjoying being babied a bit. He actually went back to sleep and
    found himself lying in his crib being gently shaken awake.

    “Tony, it's time to change you before your mum and the physiotherapist
    come." Tony opened his eyes to see the nurse standing there with the
    curtains around his bed. She slipped the rubber changing sheet under
    him, washed and dried him, put a layer of cream on him which she rubbed
    well in and left his lying on top of his fresh nappies. She covered him
    with a clean nappy and then pulled the bedclothes back over him.

    “Please try not to wet that or I'll get in trouble!" the nurse said to
    him.

    “I won't," came Tony's reply, "I think I just emptied my bladder."

    Ten minutes later, his mum, a nurse and the physiotherapist came in.
    Tony was asked to roll on his left side with his knees up. The
    physiotherapist showed his mum the dilator and explained about washing
    the hard rubber cone shaped object with a flange to stop it penetrating
    too far and a ring for her to hold it by the opposite side of the cone
    from the flange. Once it was lubricated, the physio showed his mum how
    to insert it into Tony's bottom. She then withdrew it, wiped it and
    gave it to his mum to try. Tony was glad he'd had the morphine earlier
    as he was still sore from his stretch and he guessed that the morphine
    stopped it from hurting too much. His mum inserted the dilator just as
    the physio had done.

    “Now hold it for one minute, then take it out, wash and dry it ready
    for the next day. You may well find Tony's penis gets erect when you do
    this. please don't worry. It's quite normal, although probably
    embarrassing and uncomfortable for him, especially after his recent
    operation there! Now for the exercises." The physio put on a rubber
    finger cott and lubricated it.

    “We'll give you a supply of the finger cotts and lubricant, so don't
    worry about that. Now, I insert my finger into his bottom and I want
    you, Tony, to squeeze my finger as hard as you can for a count of ten.
    Then stop and do it again, ten times." Tony did that, while the physio
    explained, "We do this with the patient gripping a nurse's or a
    physiotherapist's finger to make sure that the patient is actually
    trying hard enough. If we ask them to do this on the dilator, we can't
    tell if they are trying or not. Why don't you have a try and, if you
    don't think he's trying hard enough, tell him to try harder!" Tony' mum
    had a go and found that Tony's muscles were quite strong. Because of
    the pain relief, he was able to grip hard, The nurse turned Tony over
    and put his nappy on him properly, "Then, at home, you'd put his
    nappies and rubber pants on him, give him a dose of the liquid
    paraffin, a big glass of orange juice t! o take a way the taste, get
    him to clean his teeth, and then settle down for the night. Is that all
    right?" Tony's mum said that she understood. The nurse said, "if you
    come with me, I'll give you the equipment you need to take home with
    you and a set of written instructions in case you aren't sure what to
    do." Tony's mum kissed him good-bye and the curtains were drawn back as
    Tony was left to wait for his lunch.

    Tony ate his lunch, and had seconds as well, ate his tea and, after
    visiting time, the ward was got ready for the night. To his surprise,
    he didn't get his nappy changed and all the ward lights were turned
    out, apart from the reading light on the nurses' desk in the middle of
    the ward. One of the night staff came over to him with the nappy
    changing trolley, pulled the curtains around his bed and turned the
    light above his bed on low. She leant forward and whispered, "I bet you
    thought we'd forgotten you!" Tony nodded.

    “I'm going to change you, and then do your exercises with you. We've
    left you until last because we needed to get the other children bedded
    down." She uncovered him, placed the rubber sheet under him and
    stripped off his wet nappy. She cleaned him up, but decided he didn't
    need more cream applying this time. She folded his thick night time
    nappies and placed them under him, then got him to roll on his side.
    The dilator penetrated his bottom and was held there for the required
    one minute. After that the dilator was replaced with one of her fingers
    in a finger cott while she got Tony to grip and release her finger with
    his muscles. After that, she withdrew her finger and whispered, "Well
    done! You've got the idea." His nappy was pinned up around him, a clean
    pair of rubber pants pulled on and the changing sheet removed. The
    nurse went to wash her hands and came back with a tray. On it was a
    glass with liquid paraffin on it. She handed it to Tony, saying, "get
    used to this. This will be your night-time drink every night." Tony
    swallowed it straight down, and grimaced at the oily sensation in his
    mouth. The nurse asked, "Would you like your orange squash in a glass
    or a bottle?" Tony looked at her hopefully, "Could I have it in a
    bottle, please?" The nurse laughed quietly, "And I expect you'd like me
    to cuddle you while I give it to you?”
    “Please?" came Tony's reply. The nurse sat beside his bed and indicated
    that he could climb onto her lap. She'd guessed he'd want this, so had
    prepared a large baby bottle full of orange squash for him. Tony
    cuddled up against her as she held the bottle for him to suck from.
    When he'd drunk it all, she lifted the tired boy back into bed, covered
    him up, raised the side of his crib, turned the light off and quietly
    slid back the curtains. She turned to look at him. He had his thumb in
    his mouth and was already asleep.

    Tony Part 2

    In the morning, his nappies felt slippery around his bottom. When he
    was changed, there was an oily orange patch where he'd leaked some of
    the liquid paraffin. The next night, he woke to feel the need to pass
    urine so relaxed and let it flow into his nappy. To his surprise, his
    bowels released as well, filling his nappy with a lot of soft stool.
    Later, when the nurse came to change him, she was actually pleased at
    the messy nappy! "Good, you should be able to go home tomorrow now
    you've done that. Your circumcision is healing nicely so we'll put a
    new dressing on tomorrow. When that comes off, you won't need another
    dressing." Tony was sad to be going home as he'd discovered that being
    cared for by the nurses had been fun. He’d not had any chores to do as
    he did when he was at home and the hustle and bustle of the ward had
    been an entertainment in itself.

    The next day, his mum did come to take him home as she'd been asked to
    do the night before. She'd brought some clothes in for him to wear
    home. The nurse pulled the curtains around his bed while his mum handed
    him the clothes to put on.

    “But mum, I've still got my nappy and rubber pants on!" Tony exclaimed.

    “I know," his mum said, "the nurses have told me that I should keep in
    those for a while at home until you don't have any 'accidents' during
    the day time. Don't worry about it. Those trousers are a bit bigger
    than the ones you wore here to allow room for your nappies." Tony said
    good-bye to all the nurses, and pleased them when he thanked them for
    their care of him. With a heavy heart, he went with his mum out of the
    hospital and caught the bus home.

    When he got home, he was surprised to see a trestle table in his
    bedroom with a rubber sheet on the top, a covered bin and an extra
    cupboard. His mum smiled, "Your dad sorted that out so I can change you
    in here and the cupboard is for your nappies and rubber pants. There's
    a rubber sheet on your mattress as well!" Tony smiled at his mum and
    gave her a cuddle as she looked as if she could do with one. He guessed
    she was pleased to have him home again. She suggested that, as he was
    home, he should take his nappies off as he could use the toilet when
    needed. He agreed to that and, when she'd left him, he took down his
    trousers, then his rubber pants and nappies, placing the nappies and
    rubber pants in the bin. It felt strange, as he put on a pair of his
    normal underwear, not to have the bulk of the nappies around his hips
    and the slick feeling as the rubber pants caressed his thighs as he
    moved.

    That evening, his mother came upstairs with him.

    “You've forgotten, Tony. It's time for your exercises." She allowed him
    to take all his clothes off while she put a red rubber apron on and
    placed her equipment beside her. She sat down in the chair in his
    bedroom and placed a nappy across her lap.

    “Come here, Tony and lie across my lap." Tony was surprised.

    “Don't you want me on my side?"

    "No, one of the nurses suggested that I might find this easier.”

    “Come on, I won't hurt you!" Tony laid across her lap with his feet
    hanging down one side and his head the other. She took up the dilator
    which she'd lubricated from the dish on the table beside her. Parting
    the cheeks of his bottom with one hand, she leaned over to see where to
    insert the dilator. She inserted it as she'd been shown with a gentle
    side to side twisting motion, burying it up to the flange. She watched
    the clock as she held it there for one minute with the hand holding it
    in place resting on his bottom. Then, exchanging the dilator for a
    finger cott which she lubricated, she inserted her finger into his
    bottom, holding one of his buttock cheeks to one side with her other
    hand.

    “Now then, Tony, you remember what to do?" Tony did his exercises,
    gripping her finger, holding for a count of ten, then letting go,
    repeating this ten times. When he'd done, his mum waggled her finger
    playfully in his bottom which made his penis become stiff. His mum
    could feel that pressing against her leg through the apron.

    “Does that hurt, Tony?”
    “What do you mean, mum," asked Tony, who was embarrassed.

    "Where you were cut, is it still sore?" his mum asked, discretely.

    “A little bit, but it's getting better!" came Tony's answer.

    His mum withdrew her finger and told him to go and lie on his changing
    table. She chose a thick pile of nappies and, after folding them
    carefully, placed them under him. She then pulled them up between his
    legs and pinned them in place. She got him to stand up beside the table
    while she helped him to slide the rubber pants over his feet, up his
    legs and around his nappies. She made sure that all of the nappies were
    tucked inside the rubber pants. She handed him his pyjama top.

    “What about my pyjama bottoms?" Tony asked.

    “They'll only get messy if you leak and you've got something on your
    bottom half - your nappies! Now get into bed." His mum went to wash her
    hands and came back with a glass with the liquid paraffin which she
    handed to him. He drank it down. At least it was tasteless even if
    oily, Tony thought, not like castor oil! His mum was holding something
    behind her back.

    “Sit up, Tony." He did so as his mum sat on the side of his bed. She
    pulled him across her lap again, so he was lying on the rubber apron.
    She then produced, rather like a magician proudly pulling a rabbit out
    of a hat, a large glass baby bottle with rubber teat. The bottle was
    filled with orange squash and she offered him the teat to suck. They
    both enjoyed the closeness of her holding him and his cuddling against
    her, sucking at the bottle. When he'd finished, she got him to lie
    down, then covered him up. She went out, rinsed the bottle and refilled
    it with water. Placing it on his bedside cabinet, she kissed him good
    night, then said, "Now remember, Tony, I don't want you getting up in
    the night to go to the toilet. You'll never get your nappies back on
    properly! So, if you need the toilet, use your nappies!" Tony smiled to
    himself. This wasn't going to be too bad!

    In the middle of the night, Tony woke needing to use the toilet.
    Remembering he was at home, he started to get up and felt the bulk of
    the nappies between his legs as well, the rubber pants against his
    thighs and the rustling sound of the rubber as he moved. Remembering
    what his mum had said, he lay on his back and let go as it flowed
    across his tummy and between his legs before the nappies soaked it up.
    He picked up the bottle of water, put the teat in his mouth and started
    to suck, falling asleep before the bottle was empty. That's how his mum
    found him in the morning with the teat still in his mouth. His mum sent
    him to the bathroom to have a bath before getting dressed and going
    down to breakfast.

    It was the Easter holidays which passed very quickly. Tony had the
    dilator inserted into his bottom at night, his mum's finger for the
    exercises, his dose of liquid paraffin to keep everything nice and
    soft, and then nappies and rubber pants for bedtime. Because of the
    large drink his mum gave him to wash down the liquid paraffin, he
    normally woke during the night having to make his nappies nice and wet.
    Occasionally the liquid paraffin, which leaked out every night, also
    cause him to have a bowel movement in his nappies. His mum didn't mind
    at all! He went back to school and soon caught up the week he'd missed
    while he'd been in hospital. He was not looking forward to the three
    month check up at the hospital as he guessed it would mean no more
    nappies and rubber pants at night.

    However, things don't always happen as expected. After the first month
    one night when his mum inserted the dilator, Tony cried out in pain and
    his mum found that she couldn't quite get it all the way down to the
    flange. Over the next month, his mum was able to insert less and less
    until, two months after his stretch, she found it difficult to insert
    her finger for Tony to do his exercises and couldn't even get the
    dilator in at all. Had it not been for the liquid paraffin, Tony would
    almost certainly have been in as bad a state as before the surgery.

    Tony and his mum set out for the hospital for the three month follow-
    up. On arrival, his mum reported in at reception and they were directed
    to a waiting area. After a few minutes, a nurse called them to a
    consulting room where there was a couch, a curtain to screen the couch,
    a desk for the consultant and two chairs for patients and relatives.
    Tony was asked to come behind the curtain with the nurse who instructed
    him to take off all his clothes and to put on an examination gown, then
    lie down on the couch. Once all that was done, she covered him with a
    sheet and pulled the curtain back. After another wait, the consultant
    came in.

    “How are things?" His mum replied, "I can't get the dilator in any
    more. I've used it every day and we'd done the exercises, but he's
    tightened right up." The consultant replied, "This does happen
    sometimes, so let's have a look at you, Tony." She put on rubber gloves
    and went over to him. She pulled back sheet and gown and examined her
    handiwork.

    “That's healed up nicely. It's a neat circumcision. How is it Tony?"
    Tony was, of course embarrassed at being handled by her, and in front
    of his mother too! "It's all right," he mumbled.

    “That's good. Let's have you on your left side with your knees up so I
    can examine your bottom." Tony assumed the required position as the
    nurse moved the sheet and gown to allow the consultant access. With a
    lubricated finger, she probed his bottom.

    “Gosh, you really have tightened up, haven't you? Roll over on your
    back, now, Tony. You can cover him up, nurse, and put the back of the
    couch up so he can sit up."

    When Tony was suitably covered and sitting, the consultant, sitting at
    her desk, spoke to mum and Tony.

    “I recommend a more radical surgery this time. Last Time I just
    stretched him, but I can make some cuts around his back passage which
    will stop him contracting again and should prevent my having to do
    anything there again. I strongly recommend that you let me do that."
    His mum replied, "If you think it's necessary, then please go ahead."
    Meanwhile the consultant was filling in a consent form for the
    operation.

    “If you'd sign there, please, we can then discuss a date." Tony's mum
    signed where she was told to. The consultant turned to Tony, "Tony,
    would you mind being back in the children's ward, rather than the
    teenage ward again?" Tony replied immediately, "No, the nurses were
    very kind to me, so I'd be happy to go there again." The consultant
    smiled at him, "Good boy! That's really helpful. In which case, I'd
    like you to come in again on Saturday morning.”
    “What, this Saturday?" Tony's mum asked in surprise, "That's quick!"
    The consultant laughed, "Yes, it is. As Tony is happy to go back to the
    children's ward, I can fit him in this weekend and he should be fine to
    go back to school in September." Turning to Tony, "I'm afraid it will
    mean being in hospital during your summer holiday, but it will mean
    that you won't get behind at school. I can fit you in because a girl
    who was to be admitted in the children's ward this weekend for an
    operation has come down with German Measles! You're, lucky, Tony, as
    we'll soon have you sorted and it all over with. I'll get my secretary
    to type up your admission letter so you'll have it when you leave if
    you don't mind waiting while she types it." Tony's mum said that she
    was happy to wait.

    “Oh yes, Tony, just one thing, I want you in at 9 o'clock on Saturday
    morning. No breakfast, and nothing to drink from midnight. Is that OK?"
    Tony replied, "No breakfast and nothing to drink after midnight?”
    “That's right. You've got it."

    Tony and his mum waited while the admission letter was typed. They had
    a cup of tea from the tea bar while they were waiting, but didn't have
    to wait long. As they went home, Tony's mum told him, "I'm so pleased
    you won't have to miss school. I'm sorry that you'll miss your holiday,
    but I'll see if we can go away at autumn half term somewhere nice.
    Would you like that?”
    “That'd be great, mum. I don't mind being in hospital during the
    holiday as I don't want to get behind at school. It's hard trying to
    catch up when you've missed lessons."

    Saturday came quickly as Tony was got up early to remove his nappies
    and rubber pants and then to have a bath. While he was bathing, his mum
    and dad ate their breakfasts so he wouldn't have to see them eating
    theirs. He came down stairs ready to go, just as him mum was putting
    her coat on. Tony slipped his shoes on, but, as it was a hot July day,
    decided that he didn't need a coat. They set off for the hospital and
    up to the children's ward. As before, the staff were expecting him. His
    mum kissed him good-bye after handing him his books to read. The nurse,
    whom Tony remembered from his last visit, smiled at him, "Welcome back,
    Tony. I'm sorry you've had to come back, but we'll try to make your
    stay as nice as possible.”
    “Thank you, nurse, that's kind of you," was Tony's response, albeit
    with difficulty as his mouth was rather dry.

    “Come with me and we'll get you sorted." Tony followed her to the
    bathroom, expecting the usual bath, glycerine enema and nappies which
    he'd had last time and which he'd discovered, from talking to the other
    children, was the normal pattern.

    This time was to be rather different. There was a lady, obviously not a
    nurse because she was dressed in ordinary clothes, but wearing a rubber
    apron over the top. The nurse explained, "This lady is from a company
    which is asking us to try out a special treatment chair. We'd like to
    try it first on you to see what you think of it before we might try it
    on other patients. The idea is that we can do certain treatments with
    the patient confined to the chair and hopefully prevented form fighting
    us. Not every patient is as well behaved and co-operative as you are,
    Tony! Would you try it for us, please?”
    “If it helps, of course I will!" was Tony's instant reply.

    “Did you eat or drink anything this morning?”
    “No, I did as I was asked. I didn't drink anything since midnight and I
    ate tea last night which was the last thing I ate." Thank you, Tony, I
    had to ask, but guessed you'd be really helpful," the nurse answered.

    “Would you take all your clothes off for me, please?"

    The lady uncovered the chair which had been hidden under a sheet. It
    was the strangest chair Tony had ever seen. There was a padded red
    rubber seat with a hole in it, and fastened to that was a pair of drop
    front rubber pants with poppers to fasten the pants. There looked to be
    plenty of elastic around where his waist would be, and around his legs
    as well. There was a padded rubber back to the seat and an adjustable
    head rest on a thin chrome rod, as well as arm rests with padded straps
    attached to the seat back and the arm rests. There was something hidden
    by the sheet behind the chair which Tony couldn't see. The lady asked
    Tony, now he'd got all his clothes off, to sit in the chair. Tony,
    being obedient, did as he was asked. It was a bit like sitting on a
    toilet with the hole in the seat. The lady knelt down in front of him
    and pulled the front of the attached rubber pants up and fastened each
    side in place. The elastic was tight around his legs and waist and the
    poppers were firm so that the pants helped to hold him down onto the
    seat. The lady asked Tony to put his arms on the arm rests, strapping
    him in place with the straps around the arm rests and the seat back
    with a strap under his arms and across his chest. The nurse spoke to
    the lady, "I am far from convinced so far. Tony is being co-operative.
    I don't think it would be easy to strap a struggling child down like
    that."

    "You'd need two or three nurses, certainly, but our tests in other
    hospitals show it can be done."

    "I think you'd end up terrifying the child so any further normal
    treatment would be made even more difficult," the nurse commented, "But
    I'll ask Tony afterwards. Tony, let me explain what this is. The idea
    is that we need to fill your tummy up with hot soapy water to wash out
    your insides. It's called an enema and we put the soapy water into your
    bottom with a special tube. The problem is that many patients struggle
    as they don't like it, even when we need to do it for their benefit.
    It's often messy, believe me! The children don't hold the soapy water
    when they're asked to and it gets everywhere. This firm contacted us to
    offer us a trial of this chair. In a while, I'll put a tube into your
    bottom and blow up a little balloon to hold it in place and to help to
    keep it inside you. When we've left the enema in long enough, I'll
    deflate the balloon and pull it out. There'll be pan under the hole in
    the seat to catch the soapy water when it comes out. Thank you for
    trying this. I do appreciate your help!"

    "Now then," said the lady, "let's finish off getting you ready!" She
    picked up a nose clip and put it on Tony's nose. He had to start
    breathing through his mouth as was the intention. The lady suddenly
    inserted a large dummy in his mouth. It was coated in lubricant to help
    her to force it into his mouth. There was a hole in the dummy through
    which he could breathe. Once in, holding it against his lips and his
    head back against the headrest, the nurse strapped the dummy to the
    back of the chair, holding Tony's head firmly back. The clip was then
    removed from his nose.

    “That's to keep your head still and to stop you from crying or
    screaming," the lady said.

    “I know you won't because the nurse said you're very co-operative, but
    that's the idea, and I need to show the nurse the whole system." She
    turned to the nurse "Ready?" The nurse answered, "Yes, you'd better get
    on with it, but I'm far from convinced. Tony won't cause trouble, but I
    just can't see this helping with a patient who's already terrified and
    unco-operative." The lady went behind Tony and removed the sheet off
    whatever was behind him and there was a sudden hissing sound. Without
    warning, she pulled a large rubber hood over his head and over the
    headrest and around his neck, pulling it around his neck and the pole
    which supported the head rest. Tony was frightened when she did this
    and, as he took a deep breath in, he could smell a funny chemical
    smell. What he couldn't see because it was behind him was the oxygen
    cylinder connected to a trilene vaporiser leading to a corrugated
    rubber tube which went round to the front of the hood towards his nose
    and mouth. The pressure of the oxygen caused the hood to balloon up
    around his head. Tony held his breath because, despite being a good
    boy, he really didn't like this! He could only hold his breath for so
    long and started having to breathe. The nurse and the lady could see
    this as the hood moved in as he breathed in and out again as he
    breathed out. There was a deliberate slow leak around his neck so his
    exhaled carbon dioxide could escape. Tony took another breath and his
    head started to swim. He could hear a roaring in his ears and he felt
    as if he were falling through a black tunnel. He sagged as the trilene
    partially anaesthetised him. When the nurse saw this, the chair was
    tipped back on its bearings so she could get at his bottom through the
    hole in the seat. She picked up a large Foley catheter, lubricated the
    tip and inserted in through the narrow opening in Tony's bottom. She'd
    first tried to lubricated and dilate him with her gloved finger, but he
    really had become very 'tight' there. Once the catheter was partly
    inserted, she injected water from a syringe to fill the balloon of the
    catheter. She's used a 30FG catheter with a 30ml balloon so it would
    close off his back passage. She tipped Tony upright again as the rubber
    hood over his head continued to move in and out as Tony breathed. The
    slow leak around the neck of the hood was allowing the smell of the
    trilene into the room. On a drip stand was an enema can, filled to the
    top with hot soapy water. The nurse ran a little out of the tubing,
    checking that it had cooled down sufficiently, then connected the
    tubing to the catheter inserted into Tony's bottom. Because of the
    anaesthetic, she had the can up high so it ran in under some pressure
    and soon his tummy was bulging from all that hot soapy water. Once the
    can was empty, she clamped off the catheter, disconnected the tubing
    and then placed the collection container under the seat of the chair
    ready for when the catheter was released. She turned to the lady with
    her, "I've finished." The lady went to Tony and turned off the trilene,
    leaving him breathing just oxygen. She also tied a rubber bib under his
    neck with a sewn in pocket. After Tony had been on oxygen for five
    minutes, she removed the hood and turned the oxygen off. Next she
    removed the pacifier from Tony's mouth so his head flopped forward as
    he was still under the effects of the gas. The nurse said, "I'm far
    from happy about this and I will be telling sister why I'm not happy."
    Tony woke up and was promptly sick into the bib which caught the vomit
    in the pocket. The nurse wiped his mouth for him, "Sorry about this,
    Tony. How do you feel?"

    "Sick!" came Tony's reply. Gradually he came round and the nurse
    explained again about the enema inside him as Tony was still rather
    drowsy. She asked if she could remove the catheter. Tony, who was
    feeling very full from the enema, said, "Yes, please!" She deflated the
    balloon of the catheter with the syringe, then pulled it out as Tony
    released a stream of soapy water and stool into the receiver beneath
    him. He also passed urine up his front as his penis had become a little
    stiff -Tony was growing up! The rubber pants fastened to the toilet
    type seat caused that to flow down his abdomen between his legs and
    into the receiver underneath him. The nurse knelt down in front of him,
    "Tony, how do you feel now?”
    “Better, thank you. I was really frightened when that hood was put over
    my head and that horrible chemical smell." The nurse turned to the
    lady, "See, I told you it would frighten the children, and Tony is a
    sensible lad who's not frightened easily!" Tony said that he felt
    empty, so the bib was removed from around his neck, to Tony's great
    delight as the smell of the vomit it the bib was making him feel
    nauseous again. He was unstrapped from the chair and lifted onto the
    trolley beside him while the nurse washed him clean from head to foot,
    not bathing him this time as he was still under the effects of the
    trilene which are slow to disperse, dried him, creamed him, applied
    some baby powder and then put him in thick nappies and rubber pants.
    Meanwhile, the lady had left the room. When she'd gone, the nurse
    cuddled Tony to her "I'm so sorry, pet. That must have been horrid! I
    was asked to try it out on you as sister thought it would be like that
    and she didn't want to terrify any of the younger children. At least
    you understand that we were asked to try it and now we have! I'll get
    it taken away today if I have any say in it!" later that day, when Tony
    was taken in for another nappy change, the chair had gone.

    The nurse, after she'd put Tony in nappies and cuddled him - which he
    enjoyed so much , he wished, she didn't have to stop - gave him a glass
    of orange juice with Epsom Salts in it.

    “It's Epsom salts this time, Tony. Sister thought you'd prefer that to
    castor oil this time as you've had the enema as well."

    Later, the nurse who'd put him in nappies the first time he'd been in
    hospital, came over to his bed wearing a rubber apron and carrying a
    large glass bottle filled with orange squash, complete with a rubber
    teat on the bottle. She put the bottle down on Tony's bedside cabinet,
    pulled the curtains around his bed and then sat on the chair beside his
    bed. Patting her lap, she indicated that Tony should get out of bed and
    sit on her lap. He did so, as she put her left arm around him to
    support him. Pulling him close to her, she put her other arm around him
    to give him a cuddle. His head was pressed against her breast, covered
    by her uniform and the rubber apron against his cheek. In years to
    come, he'd love the feeling of rubber against his face, never realising
    that this had come from his feeling of love and security when he'd been
    cuddled by the nurses in hospital. She lent forward and whispered to
    him, "Tony, you remember when you came here last time and I put you in
    nappies? I told you then that you'd get to like wearing them. Was I
    right?" Tony replied shyly and quietly, "Yes, you were right. They
    don't make being in hospital seem so bad somehow!" The nurse smiled,
    "You're a good boy Tony, and we like looking after you. We're sorry for
    your experience in that chair, but sister felt that we had to try it on
    one of our patients and you'd be the most understanding.”
    “I don't mind now. I won't have to have that done to me again, will I?”
    “I'm afraid you'll have another enema tomorrow morning, but we
    certainly won't do that to you again! Sister ordered it removed
    straight away. It really did frighten you, didn't it?" Tony replied in
    a quiet voice, "Yes, it was horrible when that hood was pulled over my
    head with that funny chemical smell. I was terrified because I didn't
    know what was happening.”
    “You poor boy!" the nurse said, as she cuddled him closer. After a
    while, she picked up the bottle and gave it to Tony who sucked greedily
    at it. When he'd finished, she lifted him back into bed, patted his
    head and told him, "I'll be back later to give you some more. You
    remember last time? You'll have lots of watery stools to pass into your
    nappy as the Epsom Salts washes you out inside. As you had an enema
    first, it may be mostly watery fluid, so you're in nice thick nappies!
    While I'm here, let's check you're all covered up properly." She lifted
    the covers off Tony, and pulled his gown up to check that all the
    nappies were tucked securely inside his rubber pants. They were, so she
    pulled the covers over him and smiled at him again.

    “You know why we like looking after you, Tony? You don't make a fuss
    like some of the children. You're such a good boy!”
    “My mum doesn't think so," came his reply, "My mum says I'm always
    getting into mischief!" The nurse laughed, "I think we need to tell
    your mum how good you are. It might help!" With that, she pulled back
    the curtains, and left Tony to read one of his books.

    About an hour later, she came back, still wearing the rubber apron and
    carrying another bottle of squash for him to drink. Pulling the
    curtains around his bed, she sat him on her lap and gave him the bottle
    to drink from. While he was sucking, they both heard the gurgle from
    his tummy. Tony stopped sucking as his tummy gurgled again, then
    exploded into his nappy. He released the teat from his mouth and said,
    "Sorry!" The nurse put the teat back again, "Drink, Tony! Don't
    apologise. That's what Epsom Salts does. Just let it out." Tony
    released some more and also emptied his bladder. He could feel that the
    nurse had been right: it was mainly water which was soaking into the
    thick layer of nappies surrounding his bottom. He finished the drink
    and the nurse lifted him back into bed carefully.

    “We'll leave you a bit longer before we change you. I expect there's
    more to come, and your nappies should hold quite a bit more!" She was
    right. There was more to come and Tony could feel that all the nappy in
    contact with his skin was warm and wet. She came back after another
    hour and invited Tony to waddle to the bathroom with her.

    “This is why you didn't get a normal bath on arrival, Tony. You're
    about to get it now!" She started the shower attachment on the bath
    running and checked to see if it was a safe temperature and warm enough
    for Tony. Standing him in the shower, she slipped the rubber pants off
    him as his by now brown and soaked nappies hung down with the weight of
    them from his hips. Unpinning the nappies, she removed them carefully
    and dropped them in the waiting bin. Using the shower attachment, she
    hosed the mess off Tony's hips and buttocks, as well as between his
    legs. She then used the shower to swill round the bath to clean that
    out before putting the plug in and turning on the taps. She washed Tony
    all over, starting with his face and hair, before washing the rest of
    him. Once she was happy that he was clean, she pulled out the plug and
    got him to stand up. Placing a large bath sheet around him, she lifted
    him onto her lap and proceeded to dry him. To his surprise, when he was
    fully dry, he was lifted up and laid face down across her lap on the
    towel with his bottom in the air.

    “We didn't take your temperature, Tony!" The nurse picked up the
    lubricated thermometer she'd put out ready and inserted it gently into
    his waiting bottom, parting his cheeks with her other hand, still
    protected by the rubber gloves she'd had on to bath him. She held it in
    his bottom with one hand whilst resting her other across his bottom to
    hold him still, not that Tony was wriggling anyway. It was such a
    submissive position with the glass thermometer sticking out from his
    bottom, held firmly by the nurse as he laid head and legs down across
    her lap with her hand resting across his bottom. However, Tony was
    secretly enjoying her loving care. He was disappointed when she pulled
    the thermometer out, releasing him as she wiped it clean and checked
    his temperature.

    “Perfectly normal, Tony! That means there will be no problems having
    your operation on Monday!" Lifting him onto the trolley, she applied
    another thick layer of nappies and a clean pair of rubber pants.

    “Are you thirsty?" Tony replied, "Yes, please, I'd like another drink."
    The nurse laughed.

    “Let's get you back to your bed and I'll get you one. In a bottle
    again?" Tony nodded shyly. He was really enjoying being babied and not
    looking forward to when all this care had to stop. Back in his bed, she
    came over and sat him on her lap again whilst she gave him the bottle.

    “Sister said I had to be sure that you drank plenty and this way I can
    see that you do just that!

    During the course of the morning, he both wet his nappies and released
    more brown water from his bottom as the Epsom Salts washed him through.
    While the other children were having their lunch, he was taken back to
    the bathroom where his bottom was washed, creamed and he was changed
    into dry nappies again.

    After lunch, all the children were expected to have a nap, Tony amongst
    them. The nurses pulled the curtains to the windows of the ward, and
    then going round giving every child a dummy to suck. Tony was expecting
    this and dutifully opened his mouth for his rather larger dummy to be
    popped in. Lying down, sucking on his rubber teat dummy, Tony did, to
    his surprise, fall asleep. Rather, he was surprised when he woke up to
    find a couple of hours had passed. After the nurses pulled back the
    curtains, he was allowed out to sit or play with the other children.
    The nurse who invited him to join her and the other children in the
    play area told him that he'd been kept in bed that morning in case he
    was still affected by the gas he'd been given. At regular intervals, he
    was brought a glass of squash by one of the other nurses. he'd have
    preferred to sit on a nurse's lap, be cuddled, and given it from a
    bottle, but he could see that the other nurses were busy with other
    children and he was glad that at least he'd been cuddled in the
    morning.

    By the time the other children had been changed before their tea and he
    was changed while they were eating theirs, his nappies had been well
    and truly wet by him. He'd passed some more fluid form his back
    passage, but most of it had come from his bladder as he'd sat there
    reading his book quietly and just letting it out whenever he felt his
    bladder filling. The nurse he'd been sitting with while the other
    patients had been playing had spoken to him to ask how he liked school
    and so on, while she kept her eye on the others. Between reading and
    talking with the nurse, he'd spent a very pleasant afternoon, and in
    nappies too! The nurse had been right that first day he'd been admitted
    last time. It really was great to wear nappies!

    After his liquid 'tea', a large glass of orange juice, it was visiting
    time. His mum and dad came to see him, but he decided not to mention
    what had happened that morning in case it upset his mum, and he didn't
    want to do that. That night, the other children were changed and tucked
    in for the night. Tony was last to be changed. As he was just wet, a
    rubber sheet was pulled under him and he was changed on the bed. When
    he'd been wiped dry, the nurse sat down on the chair beside his bed and
    spread the nappies over the rubber apron covering her lap.

    “Come and lie across me, Tony. Time to check your temperature!" Tony
    smiled as he laid across her lap, head and feet down and bottom in the
    air. The nurse inserted the thermometer into his bottom with a twisting
    motion as she parted his cheeks with her other hand. She idly twiddled
    the thermometer while it was inside him and Tony wanted her to keep
    doing it. It felt great! She removed the thermometer, wiped and checked
    it, then finished putting him in his night time nappies and rubber
    pants. After clearing up the changing equipment onto the trolley, she
    tucked him into bed, leaving the curtains around him. Later, after all
    was quiet on the ward, one of the night staff came over to him.

    “Tony," she whispered softly, "Sister wants you to have another drink
    before you go to sleep. We keep giving you sugary drinks because you're
    not being allowed to eat anything. Would you like it in a cup or a
    bottle? Orange juice or orange squash or lemon squash?”
    “Orange juice, please, and could I have a bottle?”
    “Of course you can!" The nurse went to get him a bottle of squash and
    came back, wearing her rubber apron and a carrying the bottle and a
    rubber bib. Putting the bottle on the bedside table, she tied the bib
    around Tony's neck.

    “We don't want a wet gown if you dribble because you've gone to sleep
    on me!" she said quietly.

    “Sit up and let me sit on the bed." Tony sat up, the nurse sat on the
    bed and let Tony rest his head in her lap. She held the bottle for him
    as he suck!
     ed away
    at the juice, looking up at her smiling at him. She thought to herself
    how even the big boys were little boys at heart and just wanted to be
    mothered! When he'd drunk the juice, she popped his duTony arrives back
    in hospital for his next operation, still on the children's ward and in
    nappies
    story: "When he'd drunk it all, she lifted the tired boy back into bed
    , covered him up, raised the side of his crib, turned the light off and
    quietly slid back the curtains. She turned to look at him. he had his
    thumb in his mouth and was already asleep."

    In part 2, Tony goes home, wears his nappies to bed at night, but all
    does not work out for him. His stretched muscle shrinks despite his
    mum's attention and he becomes constipated again. The consultant
    decides to operate again, but to do a more radical surgery this time.

    In the morning, his nappies felt slippery around his bottom. When he
    was changed, there was an oily orange patch where he'd leaked some of
    the liquid paraffin. The next night, he woke to feel the need to pass
    urine so relaxed and let it flow into his nappy. To his surprise, his
    bowels released as well, filling his nappy with a lot of soft stool.
    Later, when the nurse came to change him, she was actually pleased at
    the messy nappy! "Good, you should be able to go home tomorrow now
    you've done that. Your circumcision is healing nicely so we'll put a
    new dressing on tomorrow. When that comes off, you won't need another
    dressing." Tony was sad to be going home as he'd discovered that being
    cared for by the nurses had been fun. he'd not had any chores to do as
    he did when he was at home and the hustle and bustle of the ward had
    been an entertainment in itself.

    The next day, his mum did come to take him home as she'd been asked to
    do the night before. She'd brought some clothes in for him to wear
    home. The nurse pulled the curtains around his bed while his mum handed
    him the clothes to put on.

    “But mum, I've still got my nappy and rubber pants on!" Tony exclaimed.

    “I know," his mum said, "the nurses have told me that I should keep in
    those for a while at home until you don't have any 'accidents' during
    the day time. Don't worry about it. Those trousers are a bit bigger
    than the ones you wore here to allow room for your nappies." Tony said
    good-bye to all the nurses, and pleased them when he thanked them for
    their care of him. With a heavy heart, he went with his mum out of the
    hospital and caught the bus home.

    When he got home, he was surprised to see a trestle table in his
    bedroom with a rubber sheet on the top, a covered bin and an extra
    cupboard. His mum smiled, "Your dad sorted that out so I can change you
    in here and the cupboard is for your nappies and rubber pants. There's
    a rubber sheet on your mattress as well!" Tony smiled at his mum and
    gave her a cuddle as she looked as if she could do with one. He guessed
    she was pleased to have him home again. She suggested that, as he was
    home, he should take his nappies off as he could use the toilet when
    needed. He agreed to that and, when she'd left him, he took down his
    trousers, then his rubber pants and nappies, placing the nappies and
    rubber pants in the bin. It felt strange, as he put on a pair of his
    normal underwear, not to have the bulk of the nappies around his hips
    and the slick feeling as the rubber pants caressed his thighs as he
    moved.

    That evening, his mother came upstairs with him.

    “You've forgotten, Tony. It's time for your exercises." She allowed him
    to take all his clothes off while she put a red rubber apron on and
    placed her equipment beside her. She sat down in the chair in his
    bedroom and placed a nappy across her lap.

    “Come here, Tony and lie across my lap." Tony was surprised.

    “Don't you want me on my side?”

    “No, one of the nurses suggested that I might find this easier. Come
    on, I won't hurt you!" Tony laid across her lap with his feet hanging
    down one side and his head the other. She took up the dilator which
    she'd lubricated from the dish on the table beside her. Parting the
    cheeks of his bottom with one hand, she leaned over to see where to
    insert the dilator. She inserted it as she'd been shown with a gentle
    side to side twisting motion, burying it up to the flange. She watched
    the clock as she held it there for one minute with the hand holding it
    in place resting on his bottom. Then, exchanging the dilator for a
    finger cott which she lubricated, she inserted her finger into his
    bottom, holding one of his buttock cheeks to one side with her other
    hand.

    “Now then, Tony, you remember what to do?" Tony did his exercises,
    gripping her finger, holding for a count of ten, then letting go,
    repeating this ten times. When he'd done, his mum waggled her finger
    playfully in his bottom which made his penis become stiff. His mum
    could feel that pressing against her leg through the apron.

    “Does that hurt, Tony?”

    “What do you mean, mum," asked Tony. embarrassed.

    “Where you were cut, is it still sore?" his mum asked, discretely.

    “A little bit, but it's getting better!" came Tony's answer.

    His mum withdrew her finger and told him to go and lie on his changing
    table. She chose a thick pile of nappies and, after folding them
    carefully, placed them under him. She then pulled them up between his
    legs and pinned them in place. She got him to stand up beside the table
    while she helped him to slide the rubber pants over his feet, up his
    legs and around his nappies. She made sure that all of the nappies were
    tucked inside the rubber pants. She handed him his pyjama top.

    “What about my pyjama bottoms?" Tony asked.

    “They'll only get messy if you leak and you've got something on your
    bottom half - your nappies! Now get into bed." His mum went to wash her
    hands and came back with a glass with the liquid paraffin which she
    handed to him. He drank it down. At least it was tasteless even if
    oily, Tony thought, not like castor oil! His mum was holding something
    behind her back.

    “Sit up, Tony." He did so as his mum sat on the side of his bed. She
    pulled him across her lap again, so he was lying on the rubber apron.
    She then produced, rather like a magician proudly pulling a rabbit out
    of a hat, a large glass baby bottle with rubber teat. The bottle was
    filled with orange squash and she offered him the teat to suck. They
    both enjoyed the closeness of her holding him and his cuddling against
    her, sucking at the bottle. When he'd finished, she got him to lie
    down, then covered him up. She went out, rinsed the bottle and refilled
    it with water. Placing it on his bedside cabinet, she kissed him good
    night, then said, "Now remember, Tony, I don't want you getting up in
    the night to go to the toilet. You'll never get your nappies back on
    properly! So, if you need the toilet, use your nappies!" Tony smiled to
    himself. This wasn't going to be too bad!

    In the middle of the night, Tony woke needing to use the toilet.
    Remembering he was at home, he started to get up and felt the bulk of
    the nappies between his legs as well, the rubber pants against his
    thighs and the rustling sound of the rubber as he moved. Remembering
    what his mum had said, he laid on his back and let go as it flowed
    across his tummy and between his legs before the nappies soaked it up.
    He picked up the bottle of water, put the teat in his mouth and started
    to suck, falling asleep before the bottle was empty. That's how his mum
    found him in the morning with the teat still in his mouth. His mum sent
    him to the bathroom to have a bath before getting dressed and going
    down to breakfast.
    It was the Easter holidays which passed very quickly. Tony had the
    dilator inserted into his bottom at night, his mum's finger for the
    exercises, his dose of liquid paraffin to keep everything nice and
    soft, and then nappies and rubber pants for bedtime. Because of the
    large drink his mum gave him to wash down the liquid paraffin, he
    normally woke during the night having to make his nappies nice and wet.
    Occasionally the liquid paraffin, which leaked out every night, also
    cause him to have a bowel movement in his nappies. His mum didn't mind
    at all! He went back to school and soon caught up the week he'd missed
    while he'd been in hospital. He was not looking forward to the three
    month check up at the hospital as he guessed it would mean no more
    nappies and rubber pants at night.

    However, things don't always happen as expected. After the first month
    one night when his mum inserted the dilator, Tony cried out in pain and
    his mum found that she couldn't quite get it all the way down to the
    flange. Over the next month, his mum was able to insert less and less
    until, two months after his stretch, she found it difficult to insert
    her finger for Tony to do his exercises and couldn't even get the
    dilator in at all. Had it not been for the liquid paraffin, Tony would
    almost certainly have been in as bad a state as before the surgery.

    Tony and his mum set out for the hospital for the three month follow-
    up. On arrival, his mum reported in at reception and they were directed
    to a waiting area. After a few minutes, a nurse called them to a
    consulting room where there was a couch, a curtain to screen the couch,
    a desk for the consultant and two chairs for patients and relatives.
    Tony was asked to come behind the curtain with the nurse who instructed
    him to take off all his clothes and to put on an examination gown, then
    lie down on the couch. Once all that was done, she covered him with a
    sheet and pulled the curtain back. After another wait, the consultant
    came in.

    “How are things?" His mum replied, "I can't get the dilator in any
    more. I've used it every day and we'd done the exercises, but he's
    tightened right up." The consultant replied, "This does happen
    sometimes, so let's have a look at you, Tony." She put on rubber gloves
    and went over to him. She pulled back sheet and gown and examined her
    handiwork.

    “That's healed up nicely. It's a neat circumcision. How is it Tony?"
    Tony was, of course embarrassed at being handled by her, and in front
    of his mother too! "It's all right," he mumbled.

    “That's good. Let's have you on your left side with your knees up so I
    can examine your bottom." Tony assumed the required position as the
    nurse moved the sheet and gown to allow the consultant access. With a
    lubricated finger, she probed his bottom.

    “Gosh, you really have tightened up, haven't you? Roll over on your
    back, now, Tony. You can cover him up, nurse, and put the back of the
    couch up so he can sit up."

    When Tony was suitably covered and sitting, the consultant, sitting at
    her desk, spoke to mum and Tony.

    “I recommend a more radical surgery this time. Last Time I just
    stretched him, but I can make some cuts around his back passage which
    will stop him contracting again and should prevent my having to do
    anything there again. I strongly recommend that you let me do that."
    His mum replied, "If you think it's necessary, then please go ahead."
    Meanwhile the consultant was filling in a consent form for the
    operation.

    “If you'd sign there, please, we can then discuss a date." Tony's mum
    signed where she was told to. The consultant turned to Tony, "Tony,
    would you mind being back in the children's ward, rather than the
    teenage ward again?" Tony replied immediately, "No, the nurses were
    very kind to me, so I'd be happy to go there again." The consultant
    smiled at him, "Good boy! That's really helpful. In which case, I'd
    like you to come in again on Saturday morning.”

    “What, this Saturday?" Tony's mum asked in surprise, "That's quick!"
    The consultant laughed, "Yes, it is. As Tony is happy to go back to the
    children's ward, I can fit him in this weekend and he should be fine to
    go back to school in September." Turning to Tony, "I'm afraid it will
    mean being in hospital during your summer holiday, but it will mean
    that you won't get behind at school. I can fit you in because a girl
    who was to be admitted in the children's ward this weekend for an
    operation has come down with German Measles! You're, lucky, Tony, as
    we'll soon have you sorted and it all over with. I'll get my secretary
    to type up your admission letter so you'll have it when you leave if
    you don't mind waiting while she types it." Tony's mum said that she
    was happy to wait.

    “Oh yes, Tony, just one thing, I want you in at 9 o'clock on Saturday
    morning. No breakfast, and nothing to drink from midnight. Is that OK?"
    Tony replied, "No breakfast and nothing to drink after midnight?”

    “That's right. You've got it."

    Tony and his mum waited while the admission letter was typed. They had
    a cup of tea from the tea bar while they were waiting, but didn't have
    to wait long. As they went home, Tony's mum told him, "I'm so pleased
    you won't have to miss school. I'm sorry that you'll miss your holiday,
    but I'll see if we can go away at autumn half term somewhere nice.
    Would you like that?”

    “That'd be great, mum. I don't mind being in hospital during the
    holiday as I don't want to get behind at school. It's hard trying to
    catch up when you've missed lessons."

    Saturday came quickly as Tony was got up early to remove his nappies
    and rubber pants and then to have a bath. While he was bathing, his mum
    and dad ate their breakfasts so he wouldn't have to see them eating
    theirs. He came down stairs ready to go, just as him mum was putting
    her coat on. Tony slipped his shoes on, but, as it was a hot July day,
    decided that he didn't need a coat. They set off for the hospital and
    up to the children's ward. As before, the staff were expecting him. His
    mum kissed him good-bye after handing him his books to read. The nurse,
    whom Tony remembered from his last visit, smiled at him, "Welcome back,
    Tony. I'm sorry you've had to come back, but we'll try to make your
    stay as nice as possible.”

    “Thank you, nurse, that's kind of you," was Tony's response, albeit
    with difficulty as his mouth was rather dry.

    “Come with me and we'll get you sorted." Tony followed her to the
    bathroom, expecting the usual bath, glycerine enema and nappies which
    he'd had last time and which he'd discovered, from talking to the other
    children, was the normal pattern.

    This time was to be rather different. There was a lady, obviously not a
    nurse because she was dressed in ordinary clothes, but wearing a rubber
    apron over the top. The nurse explained, "This lady is from a company
    which is asking us to try out a special treatment chair. We'd like to
    try it first on you to see what you think of it before we might try it
    on other patients. The idea is that we can do certain treatments with
    the patient confined to the chair and hopefully prevented form fighting
    us. Not every patient is as well behaved and co-operative as you are,
    Tony! Would you try it for us, please?”

    “If it helps, of course I will!" was Tony's instant reply.

    “Did you eat or drink anything this morning?”

    “No, I did as I was asked. I didn't drink anything since midnight and I
    ate tea last night which was the last thing I ate." Thank you, Tony, I
    had to ask, but guessed you'd be really helpful," the nurse answered.

    “Would you take all your clothes off for me, please?"
    The lady uncovered the chair which had been hidden under a sheet. It
    was the strangest chair Tony had ever seen. There was a padded red
    rubber seat with a hole in it, and fastened to that was a pair of drop
    front rubber pants with poppers to fasten the pants. There looked to be
    plenty of elastic around where his waist would be, and around his legs
    as well. There was a padded rubber back to the seat and an adjustable
    head rest on a thin chrome rod, as well as arm rests with padded straps
    attached to the seat back and the arm rests. There was something hidden
    by the sheet behind the chair which Tony couldn't see. The lady asked
    Tony, now he'd got all his clothes off, to sit in the chair. Tony,
    being obedient, did as he was asked. It was a bit like sitting on a
    toilet with the hole in the seat. The lady knelt down in front of him
    and pulled the front of the attached rubber pants up and fastened each
    side in place. The elastic was tight around his legs and waist and the
    poppers were firm so that the pants helped to hold him down onto the
    seat. The lady asked Tony to put his arms on the arm rests, strapping
    him in place with the straps around the arm rests and the seat back
    with a strap under his arms and across his chest. The nurse spoke to
    the lady, "I am far from convinced so far. Tony is being co-operative.
    I don't think it would be easy to strap a struggling child down like
    that.”

    “You'd need two or three nurses, certainly, but our tests in other
    hospitals show it can be done.”

    “I think you'd end up terrifying the child so any further normal
    treatment would be made even more difficult," the nurse commented, "But
    I'll ask Tony afterwards. Tony, let me explain what this is. The idea
    is that we need to fill your tummy up with hot soapy water to wash out
    your insides. It's called an enema and we put the soapy water into your
    bottom with a special tube. The problem is that many patients struggle
    as they don't like it, even when we need to do it for their benefit.
    It's often messy, believe me! The children don!
     't hold
    the soapy water when they're asked to and it gets everywhere. This firm
    contacted us to offer us a trial of this chair. In a while, I'll put a
    tube into your bottom and blow up a little balloon to hold it in place
    and to help to keep it inside you. When we've left the enema in long
    enough, I'll deflate the balloon and pull it out. There'll be pan under
    the hole in the seat to catch the soapy water when it comes out. Thank
    you for trying this. I do appreciate your help!"

    "Now then," said the lady, "let's finish off getting you ready!" She
    picked up a nose clip and put it on Tony's nose. He had to start
    breathing through his mouth as was the intention. The lady suddenly
    inserted a large dummy in his mouth. It was coated in lubricant to help
    her to force it into his mouth. There was a hole in the dummy through
    which he could breathe. Once in, holding it against his lips and his
    head back against the headrest, the nurse strapped the dummy to the
    back of the chair, holding Tony's head firmly back. The clip was then
    removed from his nose.

    “That's to keep your head still and to stop you from crying or
    screaming," the lady said.

    “I know you won't because the nurse said you're very co-operative, but
    that's the idea, and I need to show the nurse the whole system." She
    turned to the nurse "Ready?" The nurse answered, "Yes, you'd better get
    on with it, but I'm far from convinced. Tony won't cause trouble, but I
    just can't see this helping with a patient who's already terrified and
    unco-operative." The lady went behind Tony and removed the sheet off
    whatever was behind him and there was a sudden hissing sound. Without
    warning, she pulled a large rubber hood over his head and over the
    headrest and around his neck, pulling it around his neck and the pole
    which supported the head rest. Tony was frightened when she did this
    and, as he took a deep breath in, he could smell a funny chemical
    smell. What he couldn't see because it was behind him was the oxygen
    cylinder connected to a trilene vaporiser leading to a corrugated
    rubber tube which went round to the front of the hood towards his nose
    and mouth. The pressure of the oxygen caused the hood to balloon up
    around his head. Tony held his breath because, despite being a good
    boy, he really didn't like this! He could only hold his breath for so
    long and started having to breathe. The nurse and the lady could see
    this as the hood moved in as he breathed in and out again as he
    breathed out. There was a deliberate slow leak around his neck s!
     o his ex
    haled carbon dioxide could escape. Tony took another breath and his
    head started to swim. he could hear a roaring in his ears and he felt
    as if he were falling through a black tunnel. He sagged as the trilene
    partially anaesthetised him. When the nurse saw this, the chair was
    tipped back on its bearings so she could get at his bottom through the
    hole in the seat. She picked up a large Foley catheter, lubricated the
    tip and inserted in through the narrow opening in Tony's bottom. She'd
    first tried to lubricated and dilate him with her gloved finger, but he
    really had become very 'tight' there. Once the catheter was partly
    inserted, she injected water from a syringe to fill the balloon of the
    catheter. She's used a 30FG catheter with a 30ml balloon so it would
    close off his back passage. She tipped Tony upright again as the rubber
    hood over his head continued to move in and out as Tony breathed. The
    slow leak around the neck of the hood was allowing the smell of the
    trilene into the room. On a drip stand was an enema can, filled to the
    top with hot soapy water. The nurse ran a little out of the tubing,
    checking that it had cooled down sufficiently, then connected the
    tubing to the catheter inserted into Tony's bottom. Because of the
    anaesthetic, she had the can up high so it ran in under some pressure
    and soon his tummy was bulging from all that hot soapy water. Once the
    can was empty, she clamped off the catheter, disconnected the tubing
    and then placed the collection container under the seat of the chair
    ready for when the catheter was released. She turned to the lady with
    her, "I've finished." The lady went to Tony and turned off the trilene,
    leaving him breathing just oxygen. She also tied a rubber bib under his
    neck with a sewn in pocket. After Tony had been on oxygen for five
    minutes, she removed the hood and turned the oxygen off. Next she
    removed the pacifier from Tony's mouth so his head flopped forward as
    he was still under the effects of the gas. The nurse said, "I'm far
    from happy about this an!
     d I will
     be telling sister why I'm not happy." Tony woke up and was promptly
    sick into the bib which caught the vomit in the pocket. The nurse wiped
    his mouth for him, "Sorry about this, Tony. How do you feel?”

    “Sick!" came Tony's reply. Gradually he came round and the nurse
    explained again about the enema inside him as Tony was still rather
    drowsy. She asked if she could remove the catheter. Tony, who was
    feeling very full from the enema, said, "Yes, please!" She deflated the
    balloon of the catheter with the syringe, then pulled it out as Tony
    released a stream of soapy water and stool into the receiver beneath
    him. He also passed urine up his front as his penis had become a little
    stiff -Tony was growing up! The rubber pants fastened to the toilet
    type seat caused that to flow down his abdomen between his legs and
    into the receiver underneath him. The nurse knelt down in front of him,
    "Tony, how do you feel now?”

    “Better, thank you. I was really frightened when that hood was put over
    my head and that horrible chemical smell." The nurse turned to the
    lady, "See, I told you it would frighten the children, and Tony is a
    sensible lad who's not frightened easily!" Tony said that he felt
    empty, so the bib was removed from around his neck, to Tony's great
    delight as the smell of the vomit it the bib was making him feel
    nauseous again. He was unstrapped from the chair and lifted onto the
    trolley beside him while the nurse washed him clean from head to foot,
    not bathing him this time as he was still under the effects of the
    trilene which are slow to disperse, dried him, creamed him, applied
    some baby powder and then put him in thick nappies and rubber pants.
    Meanwhile, the lady had left the room. When she'd gone, the nurse
    cuddled Tony to her "I'm so sorry, pet. That must have been horrid! I
    was asked to try it out on you as sister thought it would be like that
    and she didn't want to terrify any of the younger children. At least
    you understand that we were asked to try it and now we have! I'll get
    it taken away today i!
     f I have
     any say in it!" later that day, when Tony was taken in for another
    nappy change, the chair had gone.

    The nurse, after she'd put Tony in nappies and cuddled him - which he
    enjoyed so much , he wished, she didn't have to stop - gave him a glass
    of orange juice with Epsom Salts in it.

    “It's Epsom salts this time, Tony. Sister thought you'd prefer that to
    castor oil this time as you've had the enema as well."

    Later, the nurse who'd put him in nappies the first time he'd been in
    hospital, came over to his bed wearing a rubber apron and carrying a
    large glass bottle filled with orange squash, complete with a rubber
    teat on the bottle. She put the bottle down on Tony's bedside cabinet,
    pulled the curtains around his bed and then sat on the chair beside his
    bed. Patting her lap, she indicated that Tony should get out of bed and
    sit on her lap. He did so, as she put her left arm around him to
    support him. Pulling him close to her, she put her other arm around him
    to give him a cuddle. his head was pressed against her breast, covered
    by her uniform and the rubber apron against his cheek. In years to
    come, he'd love the feeling of rubber against his face, never realising
    that this had come from his feeling of love and security when he'd been
    cuddled by the nurses in hospital. She lent forward and whispered to
    him, "Tony, you remember when you came here last time and I put you in
    nappies? I told you then that you'd get to like wearing them. Was I
    right?" Tony replied shyly and quietly, "Yes, you were right. They
    don't make being in hospital seem so bad somehow!" The nurse smiled,
    "You're a good boy Tony, and we like looking after you. We're sorry for
    your experience in that chair, but sister felt that we had to try it on
    one of our patients and you'd be the most understanding.”

    “I don't mind now. I won't have to have that done to me again, will I?”

    “I'm afraid you'll have another enema tomorrow morning, but we
    certainly won't do that to you again! Sister ordered it removed
    straight away. It really did frighten you, didn't it?" Tony replied in
    a quiet voice, "Yes, it was horrible when that hood was pulled over my
    head with that funny chemical smell. I was terrified because I didn't
    know what was happening.”

    “You poor boy!" the nurse said, as she cuddled him closer. After a
    while, she picked up the bottle and gave it to Tony who sucked greedily
    at it. When he'd finished, she lifted him back into bed, patted his
    head an!
     d told h
    im, "I'll be back later to give you some more. You remember last time?
    You'll have lots of watery stools to pass into your nappy as the Epsom
    Salts washes you out inside. As you had an enema first, it may be
    mostly watery fluid, so you're in nice thick nappies! While I'm here,
    let's check you're all covered up properly." She lifted the covers off
    Tony, and pulled his gown up to check that all the nappies were tucked
    securely inside his rubber pants. They were, so she pulled the covers
    over him and smiled at him again.

    “You know why we like looking after you, Tony? You don't make a fuss
    like some of the children. You're such a good boy!”

    “My mum doesn't think so," came his reply, "My mum says I'm always
    getting into mischief!" The nurse laughed, "I think we need to tell
    your mum how good you are. It might help!" With that, she pulled back
    the curtains, and left Tony to read one of his books.

    About an hour later, she came back, still wearing the rubber apron and
    carrying another bottle of squash for him to drink. Pulling the
    curtains around his bed, she sat him on her lap and gave him the bottle
    to drink from. While he was sucking, they both heard the gurgle from
    his tummy. Tony stopped sucking as his tummy gurgled again, then
    exploded into his nappy. he released the teat from his mouth and said,
    "Sorry!" The nurse put the teat back again, "Drink, Tony! Don't
    apologise. That's what Epsom Salts does. Just let it out." Tony
    released some more and also emptied his bladder. He could feel that the
    nurse had been right: it was mainly water which was soaking into the
    thick layer of nappies surrounding his bottom. He finished the drink
    and the nurse lifted him back into bed carefully.

    “We'll leave you a bit longer before we change you. I expect there's
    more to come, and your nappies should hold quite a bit more!" She was
    right. there was more to come and Tony could feel that all the nappy in
    contact with his skin was warm and wet. She came back after another
    hour and invited Tony to waddle to the bathroom with her.

    “This is why you didn't get a normal bath on arrival, Tony. You're
    about to get it now!" She started the shower attachment on the bath
    running and checked to see if it was a safe temperature and warm enough
    for Tony. Standing him in the shower, she slipped the rubber pants off
    him as his by now brown and soaked nappies hung down with the weight of
    them from his hips. Unpinning the nappies, she removed them carefully
    and dropped them in the waiting bin. Using the shower attachment, she
    hosed the mess off Tony's hips and buttocks, as well as between his
    legs. She then used the shower to swill round the bath to clean that
    out before putting the plug in and turning on the taps. She washed Tony
    all over, starting with his face and hair, before washing the rest of
    him. Once she was happy that he was clean, she pulled out the plug and
    got him to stand up. Placing a large bath sheet around him, sh!
     e lifted
     him onto her lap and proceeded to dry him. To his surprise, when he
    was fully dry, he was lifted up and laid face down across her lap on
    the towel with his bottom in the air.

    “We didn't take your temperature, Tony!" The nurse picked up the
    lubricated thermometer she'd put out ready and inserted it gently into
    his waiting bottom, parting his cheeks with her other hand, still
    protected by the rubber gloves she'd had on to bath him. She held it in
    his bottom with one hand whilst resting her other across his bottom to
    hold him still, not that Tony was wriggling anyway. It was such a
    submissive position with the glass thermometer sticking out from his
    bottom, held firmly by the nurse as he laid head and legs down across
    her lap with her hand resting across his bottom. However, Tony was
    secretly enjoying her loving care. He was disappointed when she pulled
    the thermometer out, releasing him as she wiped it clean and checked
    his temperature.

    “Perfectly normal, Tony! That means there will be no problems having
    your operation on Monday!" Lifting him onto the trolley, she applied
    another thick layer of nappies and a clean pair of rubber pants.

    “Are you thirsty?" Tony replied, "Yes, please, I'd like another drink."
    The nurse laughed.

    “Let's get you back to your bed and I'll get you one. In a bottle
    again?" Tony nodded shyly. He was really enjoying being babied and not
    looking forward to when all this care had to stop. Back in his bed, she
    came over and sat him on her lap again whilst she gave him the bottle.

    “Sister said I had to be sure that you drank plenty and this way I can
    see that you do just that!

    During the course of the morning, he both wet his nappies and released
    more brown water from his bottom as the Epsom Salts washed him through.
    While the other children were having their lunch, he was taken back to
    the bathroom where his bottom was washed, creamed and he was changed
    into dry nappies again.

    After lunch, all the children were expected to have a nap, Tony amongst
    them. The nurses pulled the curtains to the windows of the ward, and
    then going round giving every child a dummy to suck. Tony was expecting
    this and dutifully opened his mouth for his rather larger dummy to be
    popped in. Lying down, sucking on his rubber teat dummy, Tony did, to
    his surprise, fall asleep. Rather, he was surprised when he woke up to
    find a couple of hours had passed. After the nurses pulled back the
    curtains, he was allowed out to sit or play with the other children.
    The nurse who invited him to join her and the other children in the
    play area told him that he'd been kept in bed that morning in case he
    was still affected by the gas he'd been given. At regular intervals, he
    was brought a glass of squash by one of the other nurses. he'd have
    preferred to sit on a nurse's lap, be cuddled, and given it from a
    bottle, but he could see that the other nurses were busy with other
    children and he was glad that at least he'd been cuddled in the
    morning.

    By the time the other children had been changed before their tea and he
    was changed while they were eating theirs, his nappies had been well
    and truly wet by him. He'd passed some more fluid form his back
    passage, but most of it had come from his bladder as he'd sat there
    reading his book quietly and just letting it out whenever he felt his
    bladder filling. The nurse he'd been sitting with while the other
    patients had been playing had spoken to him to ask how he liked school
    and so on, while she kept her eye on the others. Between reading and
    talking with the nurse, he'd spent a very pleasant afternoon, and in
    nappies too! The nurse had been right that first day he'd been admitted
    last time. It really was great to wear nappies!

    After his liquid 'tea', a large glass of orange juice, it was visiting
    time. His mum and dad came to see him, but he decided not to mention
    what had happened that morning in case it upset his mum, and he didn't
    want to do that. That night, the other children were changed and tucked
    in for the night. Tony was last to be changed. As he was just wet, a
    rubber sheet was pulled under him and he was changed on the bed. When
    he'd been wiped dry, the nurse sat down on the chair beside his bed and
    spread the nappies over the rubber apron covering her lap.

    “Come and lie across me, Tony. Time to check your temperature!" Tony
    smiled as he laid across her lap, head and feet down and bottom in the
    air. The nurse inserted the thermometer into his bottom with a twisting
    motion as she parted his cheeks with her other hand. She idly twiddled
    the thermometer while it was inside him and Tony wanted her to keep
    doing it. It felt great! She removed the thermometer, wiped and checked
    it, then finished putting him in his night time nappies and rubber
    pants. After clearing up the changing equipment onto the trolley, she
    tucked him into bed, leaving the curtains around him. Later, after all
    was quiet on the ward, one of the night staff came over to him.

    “Tony," she whispered softly, "Sister wants you to have another drink
    before you go to sleep. We keep giving you sugary drinks because you're
    not being allowed to eat anything. Would you like it in a cup or a
    bottle? Orange juice or orange squash or lemon squash?”

    “Orange juice, please, and could I have a bottle?”

    “Of course you can!" The nurse went to get him a bottle of squash and
    came back, wearing her rubber apron and a carrying the bottle and a
    rubber bib. Putting the bottle on the bedside table, she tied the bib
    around Tony's neck.

    “We don't want a wet gown if you dribble because you've gone to sleep
    on me!" she said quietly.

    “Sit up and let me sit on the bed." Tony sat up, the nurse sat on the
    bed and let Tony rest his head in her lap. She held the bottle for him
    as he suck!
     ed away
    at the juice, looking up at her smiling at him. She thought to herself
    how even the big boys were little boys at heart and just wanted to be
    mothered! When he'd drunk the juice, she popped his dummy in his mouth,
    ruffled his hair and quietly said, "Good night. Sleep well, Tony!"

    In the morning, he woke to find that he'd even managed to wet his nappy
    while he'd slept through the night. He was left like that while the
    other children were washed and changed before breakfast. A nurse
    dropped a bottle of orange juice for him to drink. When he'd finished,
    the nurse came back to change his wet nappies, but just gave him a
    cursory wipe and reused the same rubber pants.

    “Sister needs to do something with you later after we've sent some
    children home and before the new admissions arrive this afternoon. When
    Sister is ready, we'll take you for a bath. Is that all right, Tony?"
    Tony, ever helpful agreed that it was fine by him, although he did
    wonder what it was that Sister wanted to do to him.

    Next: What will Sister do to him and how will his operation go the next
    day?