    Summary: 13-year-old Jason starts to wet the bed when he changes
    schools.

    Jason the Bedwetter:

    Chapter 1: Moving, A new school, and a new problem:

    I guess it all started about six months ago. My dad got a promotion at
    work and decided to move family away from the small town I lived in all
    my life. I was happy about my dad’s promotion, but sad to leave my
    friends and move to a larger town.

    The move itself went well, as it was during the summer and there was
    plenty time to move. The neighborhood we moved into was certainly much
    nicer as was the new house that we moved into.

    In late August, school started and for the first time in my life I was
    in a school with total strangers. In our old town I knew everyone in my
    class from kindergarten all the way through my sixth grade year. Now at
    the ripe old age of thirteen I was starting junior high in a new town
    with new faces and a totally new environment. To say I was scared was
    an understatement. I was shaking on the first day. I didn’t know anyone
    and I felt like I was an alien in a foreign country.

    To make matters worse, when I woke up the morning before the third day
    of school I had wet the bed the first time since I was six for seven
    years old. At first I tried to hide the accident by taking off the
    sheets of the bed and taking them to the laundry room. On my way there
    mom caught me with the sheets and asked me what I was doing. Naturally
    I said “nothing”, but my mom didn’t buy it.

    “Why are you changing your sheets now?” Mom asked.

    “I just thought I’d get them done before the weekend.” I meekly
    replied.

    “We don’t have time for this - you need to eat breakfast and get ready
    for school.” Mom reached for the sheets and then must have felt a wet
    spot.

    “Jason - did you have an accident?”

    “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” I said almost in tears now.

    “Honey, it’s OK, but you need tell me when something like this
    happens.”

    “I’m sorry mom”

    “I’m sure it’s just all the stress of the new school, don’t worry about
    it. Just go on upstairs and get dressed and ready for school”

    That afternoon when I got home from school I found that my bed had been
    made and all signs of that morning’s accident had been cleaned up. By
    mom didn’t say anything about mw accident and I wasn’t about to bring
    it up.

    Over the next week I wet four more times, prompting my mother to buy a
    plastic sheet for my bed and to start asking if I was dry each morning
    when I woke. When I got home one day in the third week of school my mom
    said that we needed to talk about my accidents. She said that she
    wanted me to try to wear some protection so that my bed would stay dry
    and so she would not have to change my sheets all the time. She
    suggested that I should try some Goodnites. I didn’t like the idea at
    all but she had a point. Feeling defeated, I agreed and we went off to
    the local supermarket to get my “protection” and the regular groceries
    that were needed.

    At the supermarket after going up and down several aisles and getting
    various things that were of little interest to me my mom began to go
    down the baby aisle. My heart started to race as I felt as if everyone
    there knew she was looking to buy diapers for her bedwetting son. I was
    hoping that the Goodnites were in some other aisle like in the pharmacy
    or something. No such luck, right there next to the pull-ups and
    assorted baby diapers were the packages of Goodnites. After studying
    the packages for what seemed like an eternity my mom grabbed a package
    on the XL size and told me…

    “See, they even make them up to 125lbs, so you’re not the only person
    your age that has accidents.”

    I must have turned crimson right there, but luckily nobody was there to
    see or hear my moms comments. When we got to the checkout register I
    tried to walk ahead of mom and went over to the gumball / super ball
    machines at the front of the store. I just knew if the checkout girl
    saw me when she rang up the Goodnites that I would just die.

    My mom paid for the groceries and began walking toward me, since I was
    at the gumball machines I guess she assumed that I wanted one and gave
    me two quarters to get two. I felt like a little kid but didn’t pass up
    the opportunity for overpriced, almost instantly tasteless gum.

    Later that night at home around 9pm my mom told me to get ready for
    bed.

    “But it’s the weekend, why don’t I get to stay up?”

    “I didn’t say you had to go to bed; you just have to be ready for bed.
    Now get going before I change my mind.“ As I was walking up the stairs
    to get ready for bed mom reminded me.

    “And don’t forget to put on a Goodnite.”

    When I got to my room after the usual brushing of my teeth I saw the
    package of Goodnites. I studied them for a moment before putting one
    on. Here I was, a 13 year old bedwetting baby about to put on a diaper
    – I had hit a new low. After putting on the Goodnite I noticed how
    weird it felt to be wearing disposable underpants for the first time
    since I was four year old. Although the feeling was different and I was
    embarrassed, they did not feel uncomfortable at all. I looked at the
    pattern of ATV’s on the pants and wondered who, what adult actually
    thought this was a good idea. To me it just made them seem even more
    babyish.

    After putting on my pajamas to cover by babyish underpants, I headed
    downstairs to resume my TV watching. Just before I sat back down my mom
    call me over to her.

    “Did you put on the Goodnites?“ mom asked.

    “Yes mom” – I said, rolling my eyes.

    “Well come here and let me see how they fit.“

    “Moooom!”

    “Jason, come here or you can go to bed right now and forget about any
    more TV.”

    Sulking, I walked over to my mother and she reached for the waistband
    of my pajamas.

    “What are you doing?” I asked – in a shocked tone.

    “Jason, settle down I just want to see how well they fit.”

    Mom then proceeded to pull down my pajama to just below the Goodnite.
    She tugged on it on one side and then pulled it up a bit in the back
    and then said…

    “Okay, looks good, buddy,” and pulled my pajamas back up.

    I felt like I was three again for the third time today. Glad to be rid
    of the humiliation, I went over to the rocking chair, (my favorite
    spot), and resumed my television watching.

    End of chapter 1

    Chapter 2: Those Darn Leaks!

    The next few weeks were pretty much the same, every night I would put
    on the Goodnite when I got ready for bed. Every morning just after
    waking up I would take off the Goodnite and hop in the shower before
    breakfast to clean myself up. Almost right away there was a problem
    with the Goodnites. I guess I’m what you call a restless sleeper and in
    my sleep I would toss and turn a lot. Because of this most nights the
    Goodnite leaked. I ignored the problem at first and would just make my
    bed despite the wet spots. But within a few weeks my mom started to
    notice the spots after changing the sheets on my bed. The plastic sheet
    had protected my mattress of my mom was nonetheless concerned about the
    nightly leaking. She commented that the Goodnites were way too
    expensive to have a problem like this. Not to mention it defeated the
    purpose of not having to change the sheets every morning. So within a
    few weeks of starting to wear the Goodnites, mom said we were going to
    try something different. Not really knowing what she meant I quickly
    agreed in order to get beyond my least favorite topic of conversation.
    Every time my “accidents” were discussed it reminded me of my babyish
    status and my goal was always to move the conversation on to something
    else.

    That night around bedtime my mom told me to go take a shower before
    bed. I thought this was an unusual request since I’ve been taking a
    shower in the morning once I started wearing the Goodnites. Not really
    remembering the conversation from that morning I took a Goodnite with
    my pajamas to the bathroom and got in the shower. Once finished a
    brushed my teeth and got dressed and headed to my room where my mom was
    waiting.

    “Honey, I told you we are trying something different tonight,” she
    said.

    “Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot.”

    “Go ahead and take off your PJ bottoms and I’ll help get you ready.”

    “Huh? What do you mean?”

    “Sweetie, I got you some youth Attends. They are not pull-ups and I’m
    going to need to help put you in them at night.”

    “What? Like baby diapers?” I said incredulously.

    “No, there not for babies, they’re for kids your age - but yes, they go
    on like real diapers. As long as they’re put on right they will not
    leak at night and I won’t have to worry about changing your sheets
    every morning. And you won’t wake up with a wet bed, won’t that be
    nice?”

    What would be nice is if I didn’t have to wear them at all – but I
    didn’t say that.

    “Why can’t I just wear the Goodnites? I’ll just be more careful and
    they won’t leak.”

    “Buddy, you can’t really change what you do in your sleep. Now, get
    undressed and we’ll get you all set for the night,” Mom said somewhat
    impatiently.

    My mom was being particularly patient with me this evening, probably
    because she knew I would not like the idea being diapered by her. I
    could tell her patience was waning. Even so, there’s no way I wanted my
    mom to see me naked, something she hadn’t seen since I was probably
    five or six years old.

    “Thanks mom, but I can do it, you don’t need to help. It’s no big deal,
    really,” I said, trying to sound mature as possible, knowing that with
    my mom it would probably get me nowhere.

    “You don’t know the first thing about putting on a diaper, it’s almost
    impossible to get it on right unless somebody helps you.”

    “Mooom! I’m thirteen; I’m too old to have you see me undressed. I can
    do it myself!” My tone was changing into more of a childish pleading
    now.

    “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. Now, come on, it’s
    getting late.”

    “Mooom, Please!” Tears started to form in my eyes and my voice was
    breaking. Mom just started to look exasperated.

    “Jason, I’m not going to ask you again,” Mom said in that tone that you
    knew she meant business.

    “Please mom, I’ll do anything.” – tears were flowing freely now.

    “If you aren’t undressed by the count of ten I’m going to undress you
    myself. One .. Two..”

    “It’ not fair!” I quipped.

    “Three…. Four …”

    “I’m not some little kid!” I said through my tears and sniffling.

    “Five… six… seven… eight…” mom said without missing a beat.

    “I’m thirteen!”

    “Nine… ten.”

    I was nearly hysterical by this point and put up little resistance when
    my mom took my arm and led me over to the bed. I’m a skinny kid at
    about 90lbs so with little effort she was able to make me move. Sheet
    gently pushed me back across the bed so that my legs were dangling off
    the side. Despite my continued pleas she hooked her fingers underneath
    the waistband of my pajamas and pulled them down and off my legs
    removing them completely. I half-covered my eyes with my arm, wanting
    to hide from it at all, but still keeping sight of what was happening.
    Mom folded my pajama bottoms neatly and put them on the side of the
    bed. I was already embarrassed - my mom had never even seen me with
    just the Goodnite on, much less what she was about to see. Mom
    proceeded to rip the sides of the Goodnites and quickly pulled them
    away from my body leaving me completely exposed in front of my mother
    for the first time since I was little. I quickly covered my now-not-so-
    private area with my free hand. Mom quickly pushed my hand away,
    telling me she has seen me naked a million times. This added to my
    humiliation as I was pretty small, having about a half-inch flaccid
    penis. I had also recently grown two very sparse patches of hair, but
    they were barely noticeable at the top of either side of the base of my
    penis. In fact, mom was probably right, I didn’t look much different
    than the last time she had seen me naked many years earlier. As I
    continued to sob mom got some baby oil she had put with the new diapers
    at the side of the bed. I lay there frozen as she applied the oil from
    my belly button down the sides of my groin, carefully working around my
    penis and onto my scrotum. Next she lifted my legs by my ankles and
    bent them so my knees were on my chest. I had not realized that I could
    feel more exposed than I just had but this was the absolute worst.
    Looking underneath my arm which was still half covering my eyes, I
    could see my mother slip the diaper underneath my butt before she
    started rubbing more baby oil onto my bottom. I could smell the baby
    oil and it added to my utter humiliation as the oil smell was soon
    replaced with that of the baby powder she just applied to my bottom.
    Next, mom pushed my legs back down and powered my groin. Mom worked
    very gently but efficiently and had the diaper taped into place in no
    time at all, even though it felt like hours to me.

    “There, all set – now that wasn’t so bad was it?” mom said as if she
    were getting me to try some food I didn’t want to eat or something.

    I just lay there, too stunned by what had just happened, to respond.
    Mom took my pajama bottoms and pushed them over my feet and to my
    ankles. She then hoisted me up onto my feet and proceeded to inspect
    the diaper by sticking her finger into the leg gathering to make sure
    it fit properly. She then pulled the bottoms up and over my diaper as
    if I were a toddler who was getting dressed by his mother. I was still
    sniffling when my mother gave me a bug hug and told me that she loved
    me and that she was sure I would soon outgrow my bedwetting problems.

    To try and distract me from the night’s events, she told me to meet her
    downstairs and she would have a surprise for me in a few minutes. Since
    it was a Friday I was allowed to stay up another hour so I went down to
    the living room where my dad was watching TV. Dad was keenly aware of
    what had just happened, and still seeing my puffed up eyes from the
    crying knew how I had taken it.

    “Mom get you all taken care of kiddo?” Dad asked

    I just nodded.

    “Don’t worry about it, you’ll grow out of this soon – just try to relax
    and not to think too much about it. “

    Unfortunately it was all I could think about, the diapers felt much
    different than the Goodnites. They were definitely bulkier and showed
    clearly through my pajamas. They did not feel bad but I certainly felt
    trapped and as if my shame were on display.

    Mom brought homemade chocolate shakes for me and dad and it did do the
    trick. I loved the shakes and mom knew it would take my mind off
    things. After slurping it down quickly the only thing I felt was cold.
    My dad noticed my shivering and called me over to his recliner. He
    reached up and put me on his lap, and reclined in the chair. While dad
    was rubbing my arms to warm me mom got a blanket and covered us up. We
    watched TV like that for a while and dad started rubbing my back and
    neck, slowly easing the tension of the day. That was something my dad
    was really good at – giving back rubs. I don’t think I had gotten one
    for a few years now but was not about to complain about it as it felt
    really good, although it was somewhat childish. Within 20 minutes I was
    sound asleep in my dad’s lap. I barely remember him carrying me up to
    my room and putting me to bed.

    The next morning I awoke to a dry bed, thinking I had not wet. I
    started to get up just as my mom walked into the room. The
    embarrassment of the night before came flooding back as mom looked at
    my diaper area and asked if I was wet. Then I remembered the diaper and
    when I actually thought about it could tell that while my bed was dry
    my diaper was soaked.

    “Yeah, I guess I’m wet”, I said shyly.

    Mom then checked my bed was happy to find no wet spots at all.

    “Looks like the Attends did the trick, kiddo – did you sleep well?” she
    asked.

    I had to admit I felt like I had slept all weekend. I usually woke up
    in the night with the Goodnites after wetting, since my bed would be
    cold. I always just ignored it but it was annoying. Last night however
    I slept all the way through the night.

    “Yeah, I slept okay, I guess,” – I said not wanting to show any
    enthusiasm about my new nighttime protection.

    “Well, come downstairs. I made a big breakfast.”

    “Ok, I’ll be right down after I change,” I said, wanting to get out of
    the wet diaper.

    “Come now, sweetie, before your breakfast gets cold. I’ll help you out
    of those after you eat.”

    I didn’t like the fact that my mom was going to be “helping” me again –
    but was too hungry to mount any complaints. Walking down the stairs to
    breakfast I could feel the wetness and warmth of my diaper. I never
    left the Goodnites on for more than a few minutes after waking up and
    now felt pretty ashamed that I was walking around not only in a diaper
    but a very wet one indeed. I was amazed that they didn’t leak at all.
    Not even so much as a wet spot on my pj’s. Although every part of the
    diaper including the back was wet, there were absolutely no leaks.

    Breakfast was great – eggs, bacon, biscuits. My mom is a good cook and
    my dad and I are usually spoiled into a big breakfast and dinner at
    least once every weekend. After I was done I usually had the chore of
    doing all the dishes. I got up to start my assigned task when mom
    stopped me and said that I didn’t have to do the dishes today. I looked
    at her as if she were an alien and she said, “Let’s go get you out of
    these things” as she patted my padded bottom. I walked upstairs slowly
    with mom trying to make sure nothing spilled out of my diaper – but
    nothing did, nor was there even a chance of it. When we reached my room
    I told my mom I could change out of the diaper myself. Mom said she
    didn’t want me getting pee on my bed as I took them off and proceeded
    to pull down my pajamas for me. Again, mom gently pushed me back across
    the bed, just as my heart was beginning to beat rapidly in anticipation
    of my exposure mom realized she forgot something.

    “Oops, it’s been a while since I’ve done this - I almost forgot,” Mom
    said aloud to herself. “Stay put – don’t move a muscle.”

    Mom then exited the room and left me to stare up at the ceiling, my wet
    diapers exposed. I took the opportunity to examine them carefully and
    realized that these would not be leaking no matter what happened. After
    what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds mom returned
    with a wash cloth. As she pulled the tapes off both sides of my diaper
    I was hit with both the smell of stale pee mixed with baby oil and
    powder. I’m sure my faced turned a dark shade of red as I realized that
    my mother was going to be cleaning up my pee. Once mom had removed the
    diaper I got an instant cooling sensation as the morning air hit my
    moist diaper area. Mom taped the diaper into a square and put it on the
    floor. She then took the warm washcloth and proceed to wipe my groin,
    and butt clean of last nights urine. Once finished she stood me up and
    slapped me on my bottom playfully telling me to go hop in the shower. I
    must have been quite a site to see me briskly walking down the hall –
    naked from the waist down to get to the bathroom. I normally never even
    left the bathroom in a towel I was so shy, but I wasn’t about to take
    to time to put on clothes in front of my mother. Instead I made my way
    to the bathroom, covering my penis of course, to try to get away from
    the embarrassment of my nakedness.

    End of Chapter 2.

    Chapter 3: The New Routine

    After that first night things started to change for me. I began to
    notice that both mom and dad, but especially mom, began treating me a
    little different. It wasn’t a vast change but little things had changed
    and mostly for the better. I always had chores to do around the house
    and the primary chore was to keep my room clean. I was responsible for
    making my bed every morning, keeping the dirty laundry off the floor,
    and even vacuuming my room at least once a week. After that first
    diapering though, mom began making my bed for me every morning, and
    within the first week she starting picking up my room everyday. Nothing
    was mentioned about this new turn of events, and I wasn’t about to
    launch any complaints. Maybe I was paranoid but I did feel like mom was
    taking care of me like she would if I were much younger. Although now
    that mom was not working anymore because of Dad’s new job she could
    afford to stay home and spoil me and dad some. Before the move mom had
    to work and really didn’t have time to cook or clean on weekdays. Now
    we had a full cooked dinner everyday of the week and I think mom was
    enjoying the fact that she could take care of me and dad.

    After that first night it didn’t take long before I fell into my new
    routine. On school days mom would wake me up and remove my wet diaper,
    using a wash cloth to clean my diaper area and then sending me to the
    bathroom to take a shower and get dressed. Mom would even put my
    clothes for the day in the bathroom before waking me up so I would have
    them to get dressed right out of the shower. After the shower I would
    go downstairs for breakfast which was usually cereal that I got for
    myself. Now it was oatmeal that mom would fix and it would be waiting
    for me after the shower. After breakfast it would be off to the bus
    stop for school.

    School was better and I had made a few friends. I often feared what
    would happen if anyone knew I was a bed wetter, and that my mother
    diapered me every night. There was not much chance of anyone knowing
    though; I guess I was always just a little nervous.

    I usually got home from school at about 3:45pm, mom would be waiting
    and typically had a snack waiting for me, which was another welcome
    change to a kid who was perpetually hungry. After the snack it would be
    to my room to do my homework, that had never changed but when mom
    worked I usually snuck in some TV time before getting started. Now that
    mom was there she insisted that I get started on my homework right
    away. My homework usually only lasted about an hour and then mom began
    insisting on seeing it. I’m not sure why as I always had gotten good
    grades and did my homework. After checking everything I was free to
    play video games or ride my bike, pretty much whatever I wanted until
    6pm when dinner would be waiting on the table. It was nice to eat as a
    family and we always talked about our day. In the past if mom had made
    dinner I would have to clear the table and put the dishes in the
    dishwasher. Now mom would still make me take my plate and put it in the
    sink, but that was it – she did all the dishes and cleaned up the
    kitchen. After dinner it was always TV until about 8:30 or so when mom
    would announce that it was time for me to get ready for bed. This was
    one of the changes I didn’t like. Before my bedtime had worked its way
    back to 9:30, now it was 9pm but given that mom was now “helping me” I
    had to go upstairs at 8:30, followed by mom to get diapered for the
    night. Mom would always remind me to pee as I went into the bathroom to
    brush my teeth. I would come out and mom would be waiting for me back
    in my room with all the diapering supplies. Mom had cleaned out two
    drawers in my room to hold diapers, powder, oil and much to my
    embarrassment she recently added baby wipes. The entire diapering
    routine was still very embarrassing for me, but I didn’t argue about it
    anymore knowing that my mother would not change her mind and let me do
    it myself. When I came into the room I would undress myself down to my
    underwear and a t-shirt and then lay down on an old baby blanket that
    used to be mine and was now a changing pad that was laid out on the
    bed. Then as mom would talk to me about school, or my friends she would
    remove my underwear leaving me exposed once again to her. Mom would
    continue to talk as if this was the most normal process in the world
    between a mother and her son. Mom always started with baby wipes
    usually using about three or four to clean the front and backside of my
    diaper area. Next she applied the oil, followed by the powder and
    finally the diaper. Following the diaper mom would have me stand up and
    would hold my pajama bottoms open for me to step into. I feel like a
    toddler when I enviably have to put my arm on mom’s shoulder to balance
    as I step into the pajamas one leg at a time. Mom then pulls up my pj’s
    and then I held up my arms and she puts the top on for me as well. I
    never really agreed to this part of the process as much as it just
    happened and I was too stunned from the diapering each night to put up
    much resistance. By this time it was about 8:45pm and I was allowed to
    go downstairs and watch a few more minutes of television. At 9 sharp
    though mom would tell me it’s time to go to bed. Instead of just giving
    me a kiss and sending me on my way though she now followed me back to
    my room where mom and dad would tuck me into bed for the night.

    The same routine was followed every weeknight; the weekends were
    similar but a little different. On the weekends I was allowed to stay
    up to 10pm but mom insisted that I still get ready for bed no later
    that 9pm. On weekend mornings mom would always make breakfast before
    waking me, which usually meant that I was still wearing a wet diaper
    underneath my pajamas at the breakfast table.

    I was conflicted by my new routine because as much as I hated having to
    wear the diapers, and was humiliated by having mom put them on me, I
    did enjoy the feeling of being taken care of. The diapers were very
    comfortable and sure beat waking up in a wet bed every morning. Mom’s
    recent treatment of taking care of everything was also a conflict for
    me. On the one hand, I very much wanted to grow up and do adult things,
    but on the other I enjoyed being taken care of, not having to do the
    extra chores and even being tucked into bed at night – who wouldn’t?

    So my routine continued, until the week before Thanksgiving. I got
    pretty sick with the flu or something and had to stay home from school.
    As it turns out I had bronchitis and just felt awful. Since I was
    pretty much in bed all day mom simply changed my diaper in the morning
    and left me in them to rest in my bed without having to worry about
    falling asleep and having an accident. I understood this and accepted
    it mostly because I was too sick to argue but also because it made
    sense. As I began to feel better though and wanted to get up and watch
    TV. The first time I got up I went downstairs and asked mom to help me
    with my diaper because I was getting up. Mom did the typical diagnosis
    of feeling my forehead and saying I still had a fever. What she said
    next really surprised me though. Mom said that I could watch TV but
    would need to stay diapered in case I fell asleep on the couch. I told
    her I was going to stay awake but just lay down on the couch. She said
    she was busy now and that I should just stay diapered.

    “But mom, I need to go to the bathroom.” I admitted my face flushing.

    Do you need to pee or poop? Mom asked, embarrassing me with the mere
    fact we were discussing my bodily functions.

    “Pee,” I said impatiently.

    “Well, honey just use the diaper, I’m busy doing housework right now.”

    “Mom, I can’t go in my diaper, I’m not some kind of baby.”

    “Jason, I’m not arguing with you – you can go watch TV, or go back to
    bed but you are staying diapered until you are better.”

    “But what if I have to poop?”

    “Then I will take off the diaper so you can go.”

    “Ok then, I have to poop.” I said thinking I had just found my way out
    of this situation.

    “Don’t play games with me mister, if you have to go poop you would have
    said so. The next time you ask you better be ready to go because I will
    take off that diaper and leave you naked until you poop.”

    “It’s not fair”, I said knowing I had pushed to far and probably just
    made matters worse on myself.

    I went into the living room to watch TV all the while the pressure was
    building in my bladder. I tried and tried to let go but couldn’t.
    Finally after 10 minutes I felt like I would burst and the pee started
    flowing into the diaper. It felt really weird as the diaper got warm
    and the pee spread across my front and then the diaper carried up my
    over my butt. I was so upset I cried softly until I finally fell
    asleep. A few hours later I woke to my mom shaking me. Time for your
    medicine, and it looks like you need a change. Mom followed me to my
    room where I was changed into my third diaper for the day. A little
    later I really did have to go and was embarrassed when I had to tell my
    mom I needed to poop. As promised she removed my diaper and let me
    walked naked from the hips down to go to the bathroom. Mom told me to
    call her when I was finished before flushing so she could see I wasn’t
    trying to pull any stunts. I felt like a three year old and was beat
    red when I had to call mom back into the bathroom to check. Mom just
    said ok and told me to go back to my room to be re-diapered. While
    diapering me she made a comment about me not wiping good enough and
    proceeded to wipe my butt with a few of the baby wipes. I just started
    crying again as I felt my mom touching one of my most private of areas.
    I was then re-diapered and had to stay in them for the next two days
    until my fever subsided, I was only allowed out of the diapers to poop
    and as my mother promised was left without pants each time until I did
    my business.

    End of Chapter 3.

    Chapter 4: To Grandma’s House We Go

    The day before Thanksgiving I was feeling good enough to back to
    school, but because of the holiday it was only a half day. When I
    arrived home mom had already packed my bags for our trip to grandma’s
    house for Thanksgiving. Grandma lived about 10 hours away so mom wanted
    to make sure we were ready to go the moment my dad got home from work.
    When my dad called around 2pm and said he was about 15 minutes away mom
    yelled for me to meet her in my room. When I got to my room mom told me
    to get undressed.

    What for?

    Since you always fall asleep in the car anyway I want you to wear
    protection for the trip.

    “But mom…”

    “I’m not going to argue with you Jason, you know as well as I do that
    you fall asleep in the car. Besides I want to give you some cough
    medicine and that will knock you out too. Would you rather wet your
    pants in the car?”

    She was right, it was even a family joke that I couldn’t go anywhere in
    a car for over 30 minutes without falling asleep. There was something
    about the dull engine and wind noise that always put me to sleep. So I
    got undressed and was oiled, powered and diapered in no time. I went to
    put my pants back on and mom stopped me.

    “Honey, I’ve got your pajamas out for you, put those on.”

    “Mom, I can’t go on a trip in my pajamas.”

    “Nonsense, we won’t be getting in until well after midnight anyway so I
    don’t want to hassle with you when we get there.”

    “But it’s two in the afternoon!”

    “I’m well aware of what time it is, now you have a choice either put on
    your pj’s or you can go in just you diaper – which will it be?”

    “Defeated I put on my pajamas I was walking downstairs mad at the world
    when my dad got home. “

    “Hey champ, looks like your ready for bed, what’s up?”

    “Mom made me…”

    I was cut off by my mother who explained the logic behind diapering her
    13 year old for a car trip. My dad just nodded in agreement and said it
    wasn’t a big deal and at least I wouldn’t have to worry about falling
    asleep.

    When it came time to go to the car I ran out as fast as I could hoping
    none of the neighbors saw me. I’m sure they wouldn’t have thought twice
    about it but I felt like anyone who saw me would instantly know I was
    diapered. This would have been true if they were standing right next to
    me, but not at the distance my neighbors’ were at. They just would have
    seen a kid in pajamas.

    As soon as we got in the car mom gave me my cough medicine and about an
    hour into the trip I was indeed fast asleep. I woke up about four hours
    later when the car stopped. For some reason I always would wake up when
    my body sensed we were not moving, it’s like the car had me in a trance
    when it was going that was broken the moment it stopped. Instantly I
    felt my wet diaper and in my sleepy fog thought I had peed my pants but
    then remembered that I was diapered. Mom reached back from the front
    seat and asked me if I needed a change. I just nodded with
    embarrassment as she gave me the, “I told you so”, speech. Mom got out
    of the our suv and went to the back to get something as I realized
    where we are. We were at one of the rest stops that had both restrooms
    and a gas station along the interstate. Just as it was sinking in that
    I would have to walk from the car to the restrooms in my pajamas and
    diaper mom suddenly opened my door.

    “C’mon baby.” Mom said

    “Mom, I can’t go out there like this.” I said

    “Don’t be silly, nobody here even knows you - and they won’t care
    anyway.”

    “Can’t you just change me in the car?”

    “I’ve got to go get gas champ, I’ll meet you guys back here in 10
    minutes.” Dad said.

    Embarrassed I reluctantly got out of the car where I first noticed what
    my mom had gotten out of the back of the car. It was a diaper bag,
    plain as day a blue and yellow diaper bag with horses and stars on it.

    “What is THAT?” I said, now getting frustrated.

    “It’s your old supplies bag from when you were little.” Mom said
    careful not to use the word diaper to add to my shame.

    “It’s a diaper bag!”

    “Well, where else do you want me to put your supplies when we are on a
    trip? Now C’mon.” Mom said again as she pulled me towards the restroom
    by my hand.

    “I’m not some little kid you don’t need to hold my hand.”

    “Well if you would stop throwing a tantrum like a little kid, maybe I
    wouldn’t have to.” Mom said in the “don’t mess with me” tone.

    My mind was spinning out of control as I walked to the bathrooms like a
    three year old holding mom’s hand. I hadn’t even considered where she
    was heading until we got inside the restroom building and I started
    walking to the right only to be met by my mom pulling me toward the
    left by my hand.

    “Where do you think your going? I can’t change you in there.” Mom said
    in almost a whisper, but to me I thought it was way too loud.

    Before I had time to respond we were walking right unto and in the
    women’s bathroom. I was so humiliated that I started to cry softly
    keeping my head down as I didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone.
    Mom took me directly to one of the stalls and closed the door. She saw
    I was crying and told me not to be upset, that nobody here knows me or
    will think anything of it. I continued to sob softly as mom pulled down
    my pajamas as I stood there and she had me hold my PJ shirt up so she
    could remove my diaper. After taking the wet diaper off she proceeded
    to wipe me with the wipes that she had in my diaper bag. When she was
    finished she asked me if I needed to poop. I did so she told me to sit
    on the toilet while she went to an adjoining stall to pee herself. Just
    as I was about to finish she came back to my stall and I opened it for
    her. She asked if I was finished and I nodded so she pulled out some
    flushable wipes from the diaper bag and proceeded to wipe my bottom as
    if I were a toddler that was not totally toilet trained. Next was the
    oil on my diaper area followed by the diaper since she couldn’t powder
    me standing up. She then pulled up my pajamas and pulled out another
    baby wipe and proceeded to wipe my hands and face with it as if I were
    a small child. Finally she wiped her own hands and opened the stall
    door. As I stepped out I looked up briefly to see and older woman who
    simply looked down at me and gave me a knowing smile as if she had just
    seen the cutest little baby. She did not say anything but here
    expression spoke volumes. Mom walked me back outside never releasing my
    hand the entire way. Dad was already all fueled up and waiting for us.
    Mom put the diaper bag in the back seat then told me to hop in. I spent
    the next hour or so just going over the events in my mind. I was
    totally humiliated by the experience but something in the back of my
    mind was also excited by the thrill of being seen by strangers in my
    diapers. Nevertheless I never wanted to go though that experience
    again, although I knew I probably would.

    Around 1 am we arrived at grandma’s, or so I was told the next morning
    when I woke up in grandma’s guest room where dad had carried me in my
    sleep.

    End of Chapter 4.

    Chapter 5: A Thanksgiving to Remember

    When I woke up at grandma’s I could already smell all the food my mom
    and grandma were cooking. I rolled over in my sleepiness realized
    exactly which room I was in. I was in the fourth bedroom at grandma’s
    house which was basically a nursery. My grandma had turned the room
    into a nursery when my older cousins were born, and just left it that
    way as there was always a small grandchild around. I was on one of
    those inflatable mattresses in the floor and I could see that my 5-
    year-old cousin was in the Sesame Street toddler bed that was in the
    room. I couldn’t remember the last time I was made to stay in this room
    and was not happy about it. A few minutes later my mom came in and
    asked if I was ready to get up in a whisper. I nodded in agreement and
    she went over to my diaper bag that was in the corner of the room and
    began to get some wipes.

    “Mom, not here - Benny will see”

    “Don’t be silly he is sound asleep,” Mom said.

    I was thinking about how crazy it was that I was embarrassed to be seen
    in a diaper by my little cousin. Ben was clearly in a diaper as well,
    but just the same I didn’t want my older cousins to find out about my
    nightly diapers and I’m sure Benny would tell. I just held my breath as
    mom removed my diaper and began cleaning me with a baby wipe. When she
    finished she told me to stay put as she grabbed my underwear and pants.

    “You can’t take a shower this morning, as there are too many people in
    the house – so let’s get you dressed.” Mom said as she began pulling up
    my underpants.

    “I can dress myself, mom,” I said defiantly. Mom just nodded and left
    the room, telling me to come to the kitchen for breakfast once I was
    dressed.

    I had breakfast and in the early afternoon we had the big Thanksgiving
    meal. It was delicious; my grandma sure was a good cook. All of my
    aunts, uncles and cousins were there as usual, and after the meal we
    all went outside and played some flag football. This was a traditional
    game and most everyone played but the score was not really kept, it was
    just for fun. I was really enjoying being with my older cousins and
    finally felt like I was being included in the football game by them as
    an equal not some little kid. Mom was trying my patience as she
    constantly asked me if I was ok every time I would cough.

    By the end of the football game I was coughing up a storm again. My mom
    heard me and called me over to her. She made me go inside and gave me
    some more cough syrup to try and stop the cough. For the most part it
    did the trick but mom was hovering over me for the next several hours
    as if I were dying, while other than the cough I felt fine.

    Around 6pm my uncle started telling everyone to get ready to go
    bowling. This was also somewhat of a tradition for Thanksgiving in the
    family. Most everyone went bowling but grandma and a few of my aunts
    usually stayed to take care of my younger cousins who were really too
    young to go. When I started getting my coat on my mom stopped me.

    “Where do you thing you’re going?” Mom inquired.

    “Everyone’s going bowling.” I said.

    “No I’m sorry but with that cough you’re not going anywhere, mister,
    especially not to a smoke-filled bowling alley,” she replied

    “MOM, everyone is going.”

    “I’m sorry, but I shouldn’t have let you play outside all day and now
    you are just going to have to stay here and relax until we get rid of
    that cough.”

    “It’s not fair!” I pouted.

    “I know - but it will be fun, Benny and Jessie are staying.” Mom said
    referring to my younger cousins.

    “There little kids, how can that be fun?”

    “Well we will make the best of it, I can’t help that you are still
    sick, but I’m going to make sure you get better.”

    I flopped down on the couch, mad at the world and just got angrier by
    the second while all my older cousins went off to the bowling alley for
    a night of fun and games. I sat dejectedly watching television for
    about 30 minutes when my mom called out to me from the den.

    “Jason, come in here and play with your cousins,” she yelled.

    I just ignored the comment still angry that I was not allowed to go
    bowling. A few minutes later my mom walked in the room.

    “Jason, did you hear me calling you?”

    “I don’t want to play any stupid games with any stupid little kids!” I
    said in a typical pissed-off teenage tone.

    “You better watch your tone with me, young man, here, your cousins just
    want to spend some time with you, and this is how you react? You know
    what? You can just sit in here and be miserable by yourself,” Mom said
    angrily.

    I did feel a little bad about not spending time with my cousins, but I
    was mad at my mother and wanted to make sure she got the point. I was
    still angry about an hour later when my younger cousin Jessie, who was
    three, entered the room followed by Benny.

    You wanna play, Jason?” Jessie asked in his small voice.

    I’m watching TV right now Jessie – go play with Benny. I said a little
    more firmly than I should have. Just then my mom called to my cousins
    from the hall bathroom.

    “Benny - Jessie - C’mon boys it’s time for your bath”

    Mom was just walking in the room to get my cousins when Jessie
    innocently asked me if I was taking a bath too.

    “No, I take showers; I’m not some stupid little kid that still takes
    baths,” I said prompting Jessie to start crying and my mom to hit the
    roof.

    “Jason Michael!” My mom shouted at me. “That is enough! I have had it
    with your attitude, young man. You have been acting like a spoiled
    little brat all afternoon and it ends right now. Because of your
    attitude you will be taking a bath – now march into the bathroom right
    now and if you so much as complain one more time to me you will be one
    sorry boy.”

    I knew I had gone too far but did not realize what mom was getting at
    until I got into the bathroom and mom started undressing me.

    “MOM! What are you doing?”

    “I said not one word!“ mom said as she started smacking my jean-covered
    bottom “ If you want to act like a child you will be treated like one.”

    I started crying almost immediately, the spanking itself did not hurt
    but I always cried right away when I was spanked from the sheer
    humiliation of the punishment. After about 20 or so smacks my mom left
    me to stand there crying while she got Jessie and Benny undressed and
    in the tub. Mom then came to me and slowly finished undressing me until
    I was naked as a jaybird before I got into the bubble filled bathtub
    with my two cousins. I was totally humiliated to be sharing a bath with
    my two toddler cousins, but to make matters worse it became clear to me
    that my mom would not be leaving as one by one she starting washing
    each of my cousins. When she was finished with Benny and Jessie my mom
    started by washing my hair. Next she scrubbed my face - which I hated,
    then my chest and back. Just as she asked me to stand up so she could
    finish my grandma walked into the bathroom, as the door was not even
    closed. I quickly covered myself embarrassed to be seen by a woman
    other than my mom. Mom just laughed and said that grandma had seen me
    naked a million times and smacked my hands away so she could finish
    washing my private area. Mom continued by washing my penis, scrotum and
    even the area between my scrotum and butt. Grandma just smiled and
    said, “oh, how cute, my three grandbabies sharing a bath – I need to
    remember this!” she said and walked out of the room as if she needed to
    get something. Mom finished washing my legs and butt just as grandma
    returned with a camera, clearly intending to capture the moment with a
    picture. Luckily I was allowed to sit back down under the bubbles
    before she started taking pictures. What a site, a 13, 5, and 3 year
    old in a tub – I was totally humiliated. After grandma took what seemed
    like a hundred pictures mom came back in the room with some towels. Mom
    held out a towel for Jessie while grandma held one for Benny as they
    stepped out of the tub. After they were toughly dried they were wrapped
    in a towel and told to brush their teeth, while grandma helped. I was
    then told to get out of the tub and mom was waiting with another towel
    to dry me off. I was still embarrassed to be seen by my grandmother
    naked, but knew better than to challenge my mother at this point. After
    being dried I too was wrapped in the towel and told to brush my teeth.
    Mom told me to meet me in the room when I finished.

    Mom and grandma had just finished getting my cousins ready for bed when
    I came into the room wearing nothing but a towel. My cheeks flushed a
    dark red when mom asked grandma if she could get me into my diaper for
    her. If grandma had missed anything when she saw me naked in the
    bathroom she sure wouldn’t miss it now. Grandma went to work by having
    me lay down on the sesame street bed that Benny was already in. Much to
    my embarrassment she commented on how she thought I might be getting a
    rash. Grandmas went over to Jessie’s supplies and preceded put rash
    crčme in the area between my legs and scrotum. Grandma continued by
    oiling and powdering me thoroughly both on the front and back before
    pulling my nighttime diaper firmly around my waist. After she finished
    mom held out my pajama bottoms for me to step into and proceeded to
    dress me in my pajamas. Once dressed, I was told to get into the sesame
    street bed with Benny.

    “I’m sleeping on the air mattress?” I protested.

    “Your uncle is going to need that tonight, so you will be sleeping with
    Benny, and don’t even start about the early bedtime because I have
    heard quite enough from you tonight,” Mom said sternly trying to avoid
    any further conversation.

    I slowly got into bed next to Benny, who was already half asleep when
    mom and grandma tucked me in with a kiss each and then turned out the
    light and left the room. It was barely past 8pm but after the events of
    the last 30 minutes I was tired and quickly drifted off to sleep.

    End of Chapter 6.

    This story is my very first attempt at writing anything fictional in my
    life. Please send me your constructive criticism and suggestions. I’m
    trying to keep the story as believable as possible so I’m trying to be
    careful not to over do it, but all suggestions are welcome.

    Also, Thanks for all the comments so far. I know that we don’t really
    know much about Jason beyond the diapers and hope to change that in the
    next chapter, so keep your suggestions coming as I do take them to
    heart.

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