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    It Started on a Rainy Day

    The story is based on real life but has been re written in the setting
    of today and not the setting of the 1950s.

    It is based on 2 boys about 8 to 9 years of age:

    Boy 1:	Ricky ; which is me as a child.
    Boy 2:	Bobby; which by accident became my best friend for many
    years
    Mother:	Barbara; which is a name for bobby’s mother, used in the
    story line.
    Richard:	Who is me in adult form, and many ways a true person.

    	That takes the places of the school nurse we had to deal with as
    children but is in no way like the witch we really had.

    	And I really am a nurse that works with special need adults and
    children, and I had the world’s biggest puppy love feelings for Bobby’s
    mother.

    Right now I have about 16 chapters in outline form.

    The story is based on two kids who get to know each other online
    playing an on line game, then get to become real friends for many
    years.

    Each story part is labeled by the character who is narrating the story
    from his perspective:

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    Ricky

    I always hated Fridays at school. The other kids were talking about
    sleepover and play days, but the only thing I had to look forward to
    was being in trouble. To me, if I was older I would run away but really
    did not have any idea of a place to go. Several times I dreamed about
    running away to Niles creek and finding a cave to live in. It was
    almost time for recess. While all the other kids were getting ready and
    talking about playing freeze tag, during that time I was suppose to go
    to the office and see the nurse.

    Like I really need any one to tell me I was wet. I knew it. I could
    feel it as I sat in class. I even knew I was about to pee again in my
    pants but no one could tell. I could feel some pressure deep inside me.
    As I sat there waiting for the bell to ring I was hoping it would wait
    long enough to get to the office so the nurse could change me. I would
    have given anything to be like the other kids in the class. They never
    seem to have any problems with control or falling from being clumsy.

    Just as the bell rang to recess I wet myself and was thinking it was
    silly to go to the office as school was almost over. I did not need
    another note sent home about being this wet in school. I was already in
    enough trouble with my mother after being wet and having dirty pants.
    When she got me up this morning to get ready for school she told me she
    would deal with it after she got home from work tonight.

    As I watched the other kids playing another boy came up and we just
    talked, about how much fun it looked like. After a few minutes the bell
    rang for class again so I walked back to class and set down for the
    last period of the day, and I hated math class. I thought it was stupid
    to learn. After all, I was going to be a paratrooper; who needed math
    to jump out of air planes? During class I thought about getting up and
    leaving the class to go see the nurse to get dry pants from my box, but
    I was afraid to ask the teacher for permission to use the bathroom
    after seeing her send the last kid to the corner for asking in class,
    and especially this soon after recess. So I just sat there and tried to
    do what the teacher was doing on the board. Soon the day would be over
    and I could run home and change and do my chores and talk with my
    friends online while playing WoW [World of War Craft]. It was Friday
    and I knew my parents would be late as it was their payday and the went
    shopping first before coming home. My sister was at my aunt’s house, so
    no one would be home till about 6 P.M.

    After class I was talking with Bobby some more about his weekend plans
    and mine, but I lied and said I had none. I was feeling funny talking
    with him as wet as I was and was wiggling a little. I was hoping I
    would not leak and he would not know I was a wetter or a big baby as I
    was many times called. Finally, his bus came and he got on it and I
    started the walk home from school. I got home, did the chores I was
    supposed to do and sat down at the computer to talk with my friends
    online. I was safer there. No one had to know that I was a wetter and
    was in diapers most of the time. We talked about sleepovers on line but
    I had never been any place but home or to my aunt’s house when I was
    little. In fact, the only other place I had ever been was in the
    hospital a few years before.

    I sat down and turned on the computer then signed on to WoW to see who
    was on and my friends were there, so we sort of got to talking to each
    other and some one said we should go do SFK to see if we got any good
    drops of gear there. We spent the next hour talking and exploring the
    place and killing the bad guys. During this time I felt like I need to
    stop and go use the bathroom but at the time there was no way to leave
    safety and do so, and soon it was too late anyway as I rounded a corner
    we were jumped by monster. I jumped back, and just that second it was
    all over. I was sitting there filling my already soaked night pants. I
    looked at the time. I still had about an hour and a half and we were
    almost done with SFK, so I just kept playing with them.

    A short time later the front door burst open with my mother, and she
    had my sister in tow by her ear. Then she saw me sitting there in my
    school pants and there was no way to hide the fact I was very wet. Then
    she made a funny movement with her nose and threw my sister in to the
    corner as she yelled at me and grabbed my headset, throwing it as she
    nailed me by the ear, pulling me in to my bedroom yelling as loud as
    she could. She said I should have known better and I had better start
    using the bathroom for its intended purpose and not my pants or my bed
    at night.

    As she threw me into my room she told me to get my clothes off except
    for my pants and plastic pants. She rushed to the bathroom to fill the
    tub. She washed me off fast and told me to take a fast bath as we had
    to go now. She said she did not need to deal with a big baby right now.

    A few minutes later she was back in the bathroom and told me to get out
    and to get dried off then go to living room. She had clean clothes for
    me. She threw me a sweatshirt and told me to put it on, then to lay
    down on the floor where she put a fresh diaper on me and plastic pants.
    Then she told me to stand up, which I did, and I reached for my
    sweatpants. I got my hand slapped and was told I did not need them. She
    had to be able to check me at times to make sure I was dry and clean.
    She combined my hair and sent me out like that dressed to get into the
    car. She told my sister to run and use the bathroom and get in the car.
    She would deal with her later for cutting school all week. She made we
    walk out to the car in only a tee shirt and diapers on.

    As we went to get my father after dinner at McDonald’s we went home. I
    got a spanking again and was told I was too big to be going potty in my
    pants and my bed. My mother opened my closet and threw all the stuff
    onto the bed and told me I would sleep in there tonight until I learned
    to use the big potty. When most kids prayed for God to protect them I
    prayed to die, to be free of how I had to live as I fell asleep sucking
    my thumb with my pet monster held tight to me in a dark closet to keep
    the monsters’ away.

    Bobby

    It was a nice day. Today I made a new friend and could not wait to get
    home to tell my mother about this new boy I had talked with. The school
    nurse is not that bad. When I have to go see him he did not put me down
    for having to help me change my pants twice. He even hinted that there
    are several other kids here with the same problem but he would not name
    them. I felt really funny standing there talking with Ricky after
    school waiting for the bus. I could feel myself wetting but did not
    want to move too much until my body was all done.

    I was wondering what my new friend would think if he knew I had to wear
    diapers. Would he still be my friend or would he be like all the others
    and start to call me names after they found out? But I was almost home
    now. Then I could go put my stuff away and play on the computer. Maybe
    my other friends are online, too. God, it would be so nice to have
    someone to talk with about wetting issues and not be called names.

    Running into the house, my mother called me over and asked, “How was
    school today?”

    “Mom, it was great. Lots of nice kids, even one that seem different.
    The nurse seems okay, too.”

    “Okay Bobby, lie down on your pad and lets get you changed, okay,
    honey? Bobby, have you gone number two yet today?”

    “No, mommy.”

    “You know what the doctor said; if you do not go every three days we
    have to do...”

    “Yes, mommy.”

    “Okay, let’s get you washed up and get some dry pants on you. Bobby, do
    you have homework tonight?”

    “Yes.”

    “Do you want to wait until later and do it after dinner?”

    “Yes, mommy,” I said, jumping up and down.

    “Okay, now hold you legs up for me, okay, honey?”

    “Mommy, do we have to do that now?”

    “Yes, honey we need to do it now. We do not want to do it at bedtime.
    You do not want you to have messy pants during the night when you are
    asleep, do we?”

    “NO, mommy,” [thinking about the feelings last time I woke while
    filling my diaper in the night.]

    “Okay, honey, this will be a little cold,”  as my mother slowly pushed
    a suppository into my bottom and way up inside, then pulled up a diaper
    and taped to tight to me.

    “Okay, honey, pull up your outer pants and go get a something to drink,
    okay? And young man, if you are going to be on the computer I want the
    drink in a bottle.”

    “Mommy, I do not need a baby bottle I am not a baby.”

    “No son, you are right about that part. By the way, can I take that
    100.00 for the new keyboard out of your savings from the other night
    when you chose not to use a bottle, and you got excited and knocked
    your milk over on the new G15 keyboard?“

    “Sorry, mommy. I know.”

    “Now hurry so you can get some play time in before we go get dinner and
    maybe a movie at the drive in, okay?”

    “Okay, mommy,” I said she watched me run to the kitchen and get a baby
    bottle, a “Bob the Builder” one, and filled it with Pepsi fast, then
    head to the computer. As I signed on to my WoW account I asked my
    mother if she would help me with a quest.

    “Not now, honey. Maybe in the morning I can do it.”

    “Okay, see if your friends from the last week will help you.”

    “Okay, mommy.”

    I logged on but did not see my friends online, so I just started to
    kill on a different quest. Then he saw in the lower screen that my
    friend “wetlord” came online. I asked him if he could help with SFK.
    Wetlord told me, “sure, but we need at least one more.” So we grouped
    and did some of the other quests for a few minutes when our other
    friend came online. We invited “stresswet” to join then and ask if he
    would help us in SFK.

    So off all three of us ran in the game to the start of SFK. As we
    unlocked the first door two of us rushed the bad guys while the third
    one stayed back a little and healed them as the attacked.

    After about 15 minutes I felt my body want to work from the thing my
    mother had given me. I called for my mother and ask her to play for me
    while I used the big potty, but mom told me she was busy getting things
    done and if we wanted to go to the movies tonight I had to use my
    diaper.

    “Mommy, I can’t.”

    “Young man, you did not have any problem the other night doing it, did
    you?”

    “Mommy, I was a asleep.”

    “Bobby, please do not lie to me. You may have been asleep when you
    started but you woke up, I bet.”

    “Mommy, how do you know?”

    “Honey, mommies have a way of knowing things [thinking about the noise
    my bed made while I touched myself, I bet.]

    Soon I could feel the pressure building up inside of my tummy, and I
    felt like I needed to pass gas. Then I got to thinking what would my
    friends would think if they knew I was about to act like a toddler and
    go potty in my pants. At about that time we got jumped by 5 big
    monsters, so we were fighting to stay alive when I felt the first
    strong cramp hit me like a brick. I started to cry a little, wanting my
    mother to be sure it is okay, but no way could she feel the pressure
    building up inside me. I could feel my bottom starting to spread open
    as the first of the poop started to enter my diapers.

    “So here goes,” I said.

    As I began pushing to make the pressure go away my bottom opened. I was
    rewarded with poop filling my diaper. The more I pushed the more poop
    came out. It felt warm and squishy against my bottom. I liked the
    feeling and pushed more, as I wanted to fill my diaper.

    “Gosh, this is just the best feeling, I’m going poop in my diaper pants
    and I like it, I like to poop my pants,” I said to myself . As I
    emptied my bowels my bladder opened up and I just relaxed and wet
    myself. My pee came out strong and steadily. Little was I trying to
    talk normal the whole time so the others would not know I wore diapers
    most of the time.

    About that time I could hear yelling at some one and it sounded like
    someone was getting yelled at for going potty in his pants. Then all of
    a sudden my friend was gone and there was no way the other two of us
    could stay alive, and we got killed in SFK.

    Soon my mother asked me if I was done and I told her, “yes, mommy.”

    My mother walked into the room and told me it was time for a bath. Then
    we would go get dinner out and go to a drive-in movie. She walked me
    down the hallway to the bathroom. She had me stand in the shower as she
    undressed me and then had me step out of my diapers so she could wash
    my bottom off before getting in to the bathtub. Soon I was playing in
    the bathtub for 20 minutes while my mother made my bed from last night
    and got me clean clothes to wear.

    Soon I was out of the tub and lying on my bed getting dry diapers on
    before I dressed myself the rest of the way. My mother watched as I
    reached for a special pair of sweatpants to wear. As she reached down
    and helped me tie my shoes and got her bag as we headed out of the
    house to the truck. Soon we were on the way to the store and she
    reached into her bag and brought out a closed cup for me to drink from
    as we made the long ride into town.

    Mom and I got into town and made a few stops to pay bills. We decided
    to do the shopping the next day as it was getting late and I wanted to
    see the new movie. We drove to Taco Bell and had 2 taco meals each and
    I had a large Pepsi to drink. On the way out to the truck Mom asked me
    how wet I was and asked if I could wait until we got to the movie for
    dry pants. As I jumped into the truck I said I could wait, and as luck
    would have it, we got hung up at an accident on the way to the drive-
    in, so it put us to the drive-in at almost dark. After we got the truck
    parked we decided to go get popcorn and drinks and maybe even a few hot
    dogs to eat during the movie. As we got back to the truck the lead-in
    was starting. We jumped into the truck and got the seats better for
    watching a movie.

    Soon I was feeling a little sick from the food and wanted to be taken
    to the bathroom to use it. Mom told me, “It’s okay, honey, just wet
    your diaper and I will change you later, okay?”

    “No, mommy, I do not have to pee.”

    “Honey, it is okay, really, just like you did while on the computer
    tonight; it will be okay.”

    As I started to cry my mother held me and told me just to lie down and
    put my head on her lap and relax and maybe it would pass as she rubbed
    my tummy. I knew it was no use, though, but I sort of liked the feeling
    like earlier today sitting at home acting like a toddler. I picked up
    my cup and started t sip from it. I could feel my bottom getting warm
    as I slowly filled my pants, I could even smell my wet diapers as I
    fell asleep during the movie. Next thing I knew my mother was changing
    me at home and putting me to bed with my bright orange pet monster to
    sleep with as she left and turned on my night light.

    Richard

    Thank God it was Friday. I just wanted the day over with as I had plans
    for the weekend. It had been a quite week at school. If it was not for
    the few kids that needed help during school with personal care it would
    be down right boring. I looked up and noticed the time. I thought I had
    had better get ready for Ricky. He was due in at recess to be checked
    and changed. He hated having to send the note home to his mother on
    progress each week; there never was any. I hate parents that address
    potty training issues.

    As I watched the clock count down then keep going, I wondered what had
    happened to Ricky during the last recess, so I walked out in to the
    office to see if he had gone home sick or any thing. Oh well, life goes
    on. As I finished up my paperwork for the week I took one last walk
    around the school. When I heard the bell ring I turned up the last
    hallway where I saw Ricky talking with Bobby, and wondered to myself if
    they knew each other, or even knew how much alike they were. I was sure
    as I watched from the showdown both need to be changed, but neither one
    headed for the office. I watched as they both walked to the bus stop
    then saw Bobby get on the bus and Ricky started to walk away from
    school.

    As I walked back to the office I threw the wet clothes from the day
    into a plastic bag and threw then in to my bag. It was easier for me to
    wash then at night then to send them to the homemaking class. As I
    turned and locked my door and turned in my drug key and signed out for
    the week I walked to my locker and got my coat and helmet. Heading for
    the parking lot, I took the cover off my bike, threw the wet clothing
    in the saddle bag, straddled the bike sitting down on the seat and
    wiggled a little. I brought the bike to life and headed for home.

    I got home, threw the clothing in the washer and walked in to the main
    part of my house, turned on my computer, walked over to the fridge and
    got a Pepsi. Then I walked back and signed on to my WoW account and
    looked to see who was online.

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