    My Little Problem

    Summary: A twin goes through a growth spurt. Except his bladder doesn't
    grow with him. He starts wetting the bed and then his pants.
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    I woke up at the bottom of my bunk bed. I felt something strange. I
    threw my blankets off and noticed I had wet my bed! OMG, I thought. I
    thought I had outgrown this problem when I was eight.

    "Brad, are you up yet?" My twin brother, James, asked me from the
    doorway he must have had a shower. "Brad you wet your bed."

    My mom came in and saw me too. "Aww honey, what's wrong? Did you have a
    bad dream?"

    "No, mom. I don't know what happened," I told her.

    "Well Brad, I think we should make an appointment with the doctor. A
    fourteen-year-old boy should not be having accidents."

    "Hey Brad, don't worry, I won't tell anyone," James told me.

    James had never had my problem. When we were younger he laughed at me
    for having to be diapered every night. He never told any of our
    friends, which was good because I didn't want anyone to know I had wet
    my bed.

    "Hurry, we will be late for school, Brad."

    In high school I had many friends and a few crushes on some girls. My
    brother and I did everything together. We hung out with the same
    friends. We were on the same hockey team and everything.

    After school I got home and did my homework. My brother never mentioned
    my wetting the bed since this morning.

    At dinner though my mom brought it up.

    "Chad (my dad), Brad had an accident last night. I called the doctor to
    make an appointment for tomorrow."

    "Brad do you know why you wet the bed last night or did you have no
    control over it?" my dad asked me.

    "I had no control over it. I woke up wet," I replied.

    "Well, I think it's a good idea to go see the doctor. James, don't make
    fun of your brother for this, okay?"

    "I won't. I was only a kid when he was doing it."

    "I know but kids in high school can be mean and Brad and you don't need
    harassment."

    "Alright, dad."

    I wasn't allowed anything to drink after seven o'clock. But it didn't
    help. I woke up the next morning with a wet bed.

    "Hey Brad, did you wet the bed again?" James asked me again from the
    doorway.

    "Yah. A lot this time. I need to have a shower," I said.

    "Okay but be quick we don't have much time," James said.

    After school I went to the doctor with my mom and dad. The doctor ran
    some tests. They showed that since I had grown a lot over the summer my
    bladder didn't grow with me. It is very small and there is nothing they
    can do to fix it.

    We went home, except my mom and dad dropped me off and said that they
    needed to go do something.

    "So what did the doctor say?" James asked me as soon as I got in the
    door.

    I told him everything the doctor had told me. I cried while telling
    him. James looked at me with a sympathetic look. "Hey buddy, come on
    its not that bad, you can hide this problem, I'll help you.

    James gave me a hug and told me everything was going to be all right.

    "How bout a game of PS2?" I asked him.

    "You're on," James yelled, while rushing to the rec room.

    My mom and dad came home a while after.

    "Family meeting in the living room now!" My dad yelled.

    We all met in the living room to hear what my dad had to say.

    "Now Brad you know about your wetting problem and how there is nothing
    we can do to fix it. Well your mother and you can't keep doing the
    laundry all of the time so we decided to put you back in diapers." My
    father said.

    "Dad, no I can't wear diapers. I don't want to." I cried

    "Honey we understand you don't want too. But you need a good night's
    sleep and diapers will help that." My mother told me in a calm and
    soothing voice.

    "Hey Brad come on it's not that bad. This way our room won't smell, and
    you won't wake up in a wet bed." James told me, trying to lift my
    spirits up.

    My mom brought out the diapers. "These are the diapers you will wear at
    night. They are cloth diapers. These are the plastic pants and pins you
    will also wear." Then she brought out these pads they were women's,
    except not menstrual pads, but actual wetting pads. On the cover they
    looked huge! " I have seen you rush to the washroom and your underwear
    have stains on them. I know you don't mean to wet in the daytime as
    well but for the safety of knowing that the pads are there you won't
    actually have an accident. These are the pads you will wear in the
    daytime."

    "I'm not wearing those in the daytime, or out in public." I said.

    "Brad these are for your protection. Your lucky we got the pads and not
    the daytime diapers we were going to get you. You can change the pads
    on and off yourself except the nighttime diapers your mother or I will
    change... Brad I can see a little stain on your pants already." My
    father said/

    I looked down and there was a little stain. "I-I I didn't mean to," I
    cried.

    "Honey, see what we mean. We are thinking of your well-being. What if
    it was at school and a friend saw it?" My mother questioned.

    "Alright, I will wear them," I agreed,

    "Come upstairs and we will get you ready for bed," my dad said.

    I followed my mom and dad upstairs and my brother followed me.

    "Lie down, Brad," my dad ordered.

    He got out the cloth diapers I remembered wearing when I was younger.
    He took my jeans off and my underwear. My parents and brother hadn't
    seen me naked in years. I was very embarrassed. I had an erection. My
    dad looked at me and said "It's okay, we are all family here. What's in
    the family stays in the family." He proceeded to put two diapers on me
    and pinned them with hockey pins. Then he put the plastic pants on me.
    My mother handed him my pajamas and he put the pants on me. I put my t-
    shirt on.

    "Now that's how it will be done every night at seven forty-five," he
    said.

    "Seven forty-five? Why? I thought my bedtime was 10:00?"

    "Well Brad your mother and I go to sleep at ten too, so we don't want
    do extra stuff before we go to bed. I think it's best if we put you in
    your diapers at seven forty-five. Then you will also get a good night's
    rest at eight o'clock." My dad exclaimed.

    "Eight o'clock no way! Does James have to go to bed then?" I asked.

    "No, but he has to get dressed so he doesn't wake you at that time.
    Also there will be a big sized changing table and baby crib to make it
    easier for us to control your wetting and change you. We don't want you
    taking your diapers off. Since there will be piles of diapers and baby
    stuff in the room no one is allowed upstairs. So your friends won't
    find out you wet the bed." My dad said.

    "No. That isn't fair," I said.

    "Honey, you don't have a choice it's for the best," my mom said.

    "We ordered the crib and changing table. We also got baby monitors to
    see if you're trying to get out of the crib. If there is an emergency
    we can tell you to get out of the crib too." My dad said.

    "James, we hope you don't mind all of this, but we want you to help us
    in this by telling us what he is doing. If he tries to get the diapers
    off or anything." My mom asked.

    "All right," James agreed.

    "Okay, James, you can get dressed I'm going to put your brother to
    bed." My mom told him.

    I went to bed that night crying. I knew my parents were trying to help
    me but they were making it worse.

    I woke up and I threw off my covers. I saw my diapers were wet. They
    felt comfortable, but I didn't feel like thinking about the diapers.

    "Hey Brad get back to bed. Mom said she'll wake you and give you a
    bath." James told me.

    "All right," I said.

    "Ok how did we sleep last night?" my asked me pulling the covers away
    from me. "I see we had an accident well we will clean that up."

    After she cleaned me up I had a shower and came back to my room. My mom
    had a big wetting pad, and my clothes for the day.

    "Alright put your underwear to your knee's." I did that and then she
    put the pad on the underwear and I lifted them up to normal height.

    Then I put my clothes on.

    I went to school and by second period I had to go really bad to the
    washroom. I rushed to the washroom. I went into the stall and sure
    enough the pad had carried come pee in it. I must have let some go
    while I was running.

    When I got home my mom showed James and I our new room. James had his
    own side of the room, which had his own bed, dresser, and nightstand.
    Then on my side of the room I had my new crib, which looked like it
    could have held three of me in it. My blankets were in it. My clothes
    were now all hanging in the closet and there was my new changing table.
    It had a thick cloth on top for me to lie on it. Below it had my
    diapers, plastic pants, pins, pads, baby powder, and baby lotion. On
    top of it was the baby monitor.

    "I don't mind it. Brad look at it this way, you have a lot of things
    that I don't." James said.

    My mom looked at me and said "Honey you wet your pants. Even through
    the pad."

    I looked down and started to cry at what I saw. My pants were wet. Very
    wet.

    More to come.

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