    "Bill" BY CODY MATTHEW JAMES III 2/8/05

    Chapter 6 PRESENTS FROM BILL

    When we got home, I was anxious to see what Bill had for me. As Cathy
    opened the door, I realized I hadn't called my mom yet.

    "Cathy, I going to call my mommy now." I said as I ran over to the
    phone.

    I called the second phone number my mom had given me, and when she
    answered the phone, I started telling her everything Bill had told me.
    I was talking so fast, my mom had to tell me to slow down many times,
    then I told her that she had tomorrow off, and that Bill had arranged
    it. She told me she had talked to Bill earlier that morning, and that
    she was glad she could be with me tomorrow. I then told her that I
    forgot to ask her if it was okay for me to go to lunch with Cathy and
    Bill. She scolded me a little, then told me it was okay this time. When
    I asked if she was going to be home early, she said she would be home
    after ten like usual, and that tomorrow we needed to have a little
    chat. When I asked her what I had done wrong, she said nothing was
    wrong, but she still wanted to talk to me. I told her I missed her and
    loved her. As I hung up the phone, Bill walked into the apartment with
    the last of the boxes.

    "Bill, what if I don't want to do the commercial?"

    "It is still yours to keep and wear Scotty, and it would be free
    advertising for Jordan Enterprises."

    "It's mine to keep." I asked him.

    "Yes Scotty, yours to keep...Cathy, here's some papers I want Jeanne to
    look over at her leisure, and I will give her a call tomorrow morning."
    Bill said then he left.

    I ran over to the boxes and opened the top one. I took out a heavy
    package that was marked '1 Doz. Contoured Cloth Diapers, Size: Youth XS
    (Velcro) '. I took out another package, and it was marked '1 Doz.
    Birdseye Prefold Cloth Diapers, Nighttime Size: Youth XS', and another
    package of diapers that were mixed colors. There were over nine
    packages of cloth diapers, White, colors, and some diapers even had
    prints all over them and there were even some pull-on diapers in prints
    and colors too.

    When I finished emptying the box, I tossed it aside and opened the next
    box. This one had play shorts in it, a few pair of pants, that I tossed
    over on the couch, then I saw all the packages of plastic pants. There
    were plastic pants everywhere. Prints, whites. colors, snap side, snap
    front, and bikini plastic pants. I lost count after I counted over
    thirty pair. There were over a dozen all-in-one diapers in the bottom
    of the box. When I reached the bottom, I went to the next box. There I
    found pajamas, and some more pants. A pair of the pajamas were footed
    type, and there were six different blanket sleepers, all printed, and
    they all had snap legs and crotches. There were two pair of one piece
    shorty pajamas. I found a lot of tee shirts in different colors and
    stripes, and some nice pull- on shirts too. Under them, I found swim
    diapers, printed swim diapers in different styles, and some yellow swim
    diapers, in different styles too.

    "How did Bill know that I like yellow, Cathy?"

    "I told him Scotty." she answered.

    I went over to the last box, and as I moved it, it felt really
    lightweight. I opened the flaps, and printed in the bottom of the box
    was: 'Please', and it was signed Bill.

    I looked at Cathy, then at the note from Bill again. "I guess Bill
    really wants me to do the commercials for him, doesn't he?" I asked
    Cathy

    "Sure looks like that to me." she said.

    I looked back at Cathy, then I said, "I will do it for Bill…and my mom
    too.

    Cathy gave me a hug as I looked at all the diapers I was going to be
    pushing other kids and their parents to buy on TV, and the Internet,
    then I hugged her back.

    Cathy picked up a pair of pants, and said, "Look at these, Scotty, they
    have snaps on each side to make dressing and changing you easier, and
    snaps inside the legs too."

    I held them up to me and noticed they had an elastic waist, and pockets
    on the front.

    "Scotty, these pull-over shirts are called onesies, or body shirts."
    She said as she held it up to me.

    "What about the swim diapers? When I pee, it just leaks out of my racer
    and into the pool." I told her.

    "They should really name those Swim poop diapers Scotty."

    "OH…that's what they are for?"

    "Look at these shorts Scotty, they have a snap crotch, and snaps inside
    the elastic waist band. There must be a shirt around here that goes
    with these shorts."

    As Cathy looked for the shirt, I started putting the diapers and other
    things back into the boxes. I picked up the swim diapers and put them
    back into the box, then I picked one back up, an tore open the plastic
    bag it was in, and held the printed swim diaper down in front of me to
    see what it might look like on me.

    "Want to go swimming in the swim diaper now, Scotty?"

    "I was just wondering what it feels like."

    Cathy picked me up and laid me on the couch, then took off my shorts
    and travel diaper. She unfastened the Velcro belt, opened the swim
    diaper up, and slipped it under my butt. She pulled the front of the
    swim diaper up between my legs and fastened the Velcro together, and
    then pulled the little belt thru the belt loop and fastened it back
    onto the belt.

    "What do they feel like Scotty?" she asked as she picked me up and
    stood up on the couch.

    "It feels just like my yellow racer, but it has more room in the rear."

    "You want to go and take a dip in the pool Scotty? No one is out there
    now, and your going to have to wear it out in public sometime."

    I looked down at the swim diaper, and all the little sailing ships
    printed on it, and said, "Okay, better get it over with." I told her.

    Cathy went into the bathroom to put her swimsuit while I put the rest
    of the things back into the boxes. She came out and grabbed two towels,
    and we went to the pool. I jumped into the shallow end and Cathy jumped
    in after me.

    'What does it feel like now Scotty?"

    "It's a little looser then my racer, but I like the way the belt fits
    my waist. I should tell Bill that, right?"

    "Those are things you're going to have to write down. You know Scotty,
    if your mom will let me, I'll make a kind of spreadsheet for you on
    your moms computer."

    "What's a spreadsheet?"

    "You seen your mom write a check?" Cathy asked me.

    "Yeah."

    "She writes down the number of the check, who she made the check out
    to, the date she wrote the check, and the amount of the check. That's
    kind of a mini spreadsheet."

    "But how would we do that for the diapers and other stuff I'm going to
    wear?"

    "How about…How easy it was to put on, and… What it felt like after it
    was on you, then what it felt like to you when it was wet, and then how
    easy it was to take off of you, things like that."

    "Hi Cathy." a high pitched voice yelled down from the second story
    walkway.

    Cathy turned and looked up towards Bill's apartment, then said, "Hi
    Kevin, where have you been?"

    "Had to go to my aunt's house for a week." Kevin answered

    "Are you coming down for a swim Kevin?"

    "Yeah, but I have to wait for my mom first…Who's that kid with you
    Cathy?"

    "I'll tell you as soon as you get down here Kevin,"

    "Hi Mrs. Shea." Cathy said to a lady that came out of the door behind
    Kevin.

    "Cathy, I didn't know you were in the pool…I was wondering if you."

    "Sure Mrs. Shea, I'll watch Kevin in the pool for you."

    "Your such a saint Cathy. I have so much to do in our apartment. When
    your finished swimming, will you please send my little monster home?"

    "Sure Mrs. Shea."

    "Thank you very much Cathy." Mrs. Shea said, then went back into her
    apartment.

    As Kevin came racing down the stairs in his swim trunks, Cathy asked me
    if I ever met Kevin. I told her that Bill had told me about him, but I
    had never met him.

    "Who's he?" Kevin asked as he came into the pool area.

    "Kevin, I'd like you to meet Scotty, Scotty, this is the monster, I
    mean Kevin."

    Kevin gave Cathy a scornful look, then he smiled.

    We both said a brief 'Hi' to each other, then Kevin dove into the pool
    in the deep end and then swam up to us in the shallow end of the pool

    "Is he gonna be here long?" Kevin asked Cathy.

    "I hope so, his apartment is right there." she said as she pointed to
    my bedroom window.

    "What grade you in Scotty?" Kevin asked.

    "Sixth this year, what grade you in?"

    "Be in third this year. Your to short to be in sixth grade, your really
    a third grader like me, aren't you?"

    "No, I'm just short for my age."

    "He telling the truth Cathy?"

    "Yes he is Kevin, so you were at your aunt's house last week, where
    does she live?"

    "Near Miami, Florida. I got to go on a big jet plane by myself."

    "You did, how did you like the flight?" Cathy asked him.

    "It was rough over Georgia, and my plane was late getting to Miami.
    Ever fly on a jet plane, Scotty?"

    "No, but we took a field trip to the airport once."

    "What school are you going to this year Scotty?"

    "Lone Hill Elementary School, like you."

    "You live with your mom and dad Scotty?"

    "No, just my mom."

    "I live with my mom too." Kevin said.

    "Kevin likes to hike in the mountains, and go to the beach, whenever he
    can, isn't that right, Kevin." Cathy said

    "Yeah, have you ever gone hiking Scotty?"

    "A few times a long time ago."

    "What kind of swimsuit you wearing Scotty?"

    I didn't know what to say. I knew my face was the deepest red it had
    ever been when Cathy said, "Scotty makes commercials for different
    products, and he…"

    "You make commercials, like on TV?" Kevin asked me.

    "Yeah, been doing it all my life."

    "You like it?"

    "Yeah, but I haven't made too many commercials lately"

    "You on TV now?"

    "I think I will be this Fall on P.B.S."

    "Doing what?"

    "A special on kids that are autistic."

    "What's that?"

    "I'll explain that to you later Kevin." Cathy said.

    "What kind of swimsuit does he have on, Cathy?" Kevin asked.

    I knew if I was going to get the part in the commercials for sure, I
    was going to have to answer him myself.

    "Bill is doing the advertisements for a new company that makes diapers
    for kids, like us Kevin, I mean kids that are as old as we are. Bill
    wanted me to wear a swim diaper, and tell him what I like about them."

    "You're wearing a diaper in the pool?"

    "It's a swim diaper. It's for kids who need to wear a diaper when they
    go swimming."

    "You need to wear a…a swim diaper when you go swimming, Scotty?"

    "No, I am just wearing it so I can tell Bill what it feels like."

    "Cool." Kevin said, then added, "I only wear a diaper at night when I
    go to bed."

    "Me too, I still wet the bed too Kevin."

    "You, a sixth grader, I thought I was the only one who wets his bed."

    "See Kevin, I told you, you weren't the only little monster that still
    wets his bed." Cathy said to him.

    "You ever wet your pants, Scotty?"

    "Yeah…but I don't mean to."

    "Me too…I mean sometimes I do, too." Kevin said.

    "Did anyone ever tease you about it?"

    "Last year I wet my pants while I was standing up in front of the class
    reading my book report to them. They called me baby for the rest of the
    year."

    "Did your mom ever make you wear a diaper to school?"

    "Last year after I wet my pants. The other kids found out I was wearing
    a Luvs diaper and they kept teasing me about it until school ended for
    summer. I'll never wear a diaper to school again

    I looked at Cathy, as she looked at me.

    "What if you could wear a diaper to school, and no one ever found out
    about it, would you wear them to school Kevin?" I asked as I climbed
    out of the pool and sat on the edge of the pool.

    "Everyone would still find out."

    "You try tucking you shirt into your pants?"

    "Yeah, but it still comes out anyway while I'm playing on the
    playground."

    "Cathy, you know those pull-over shirts that were in the box?"

    "I know what your leading up too Scotty, which one?"

    "The yellow one with the blue strips on it."

    "I thought you loved yellow Scotty?"

    "I do, but I don't like stripes that much."

    "You can take it up to Mrs. Shea in a while, Scotty, and show it to
    her."

    "I've never met her before, Cathy."

    "How about if I go with you, Scotty?"

    "Okay, I guess that's alright." I said to Cathy.

    "What you guys talking about, Cathy?" Kevin asked.

    "Were talking about a shirt that stays tucked in your pants." Cathy
    said.

    "Never comes out, even when you're playing." I added.

    "Even if you play real hard."

    "Even if you play really, really hard." Cathy said to Kevin.

    "How long you been wearing swim diapers Scotty?"

    "I already told you, Kevin, this is the first time I've worn them."

    "What kind of boats are printed on your swim diaper Scotty?"

    "Sail boats, they have other prints on some of the other swim diapers
    Bill gave me to try out

    "Neat, what do they feel like Scotty?"

    "Kind of like my racer swimsuit."

    "What's a racer swimsuit?"

    "Kevin, It's just another name for a Speedo." Cathy said

    "You put the swim diaper on like a diaper?" Kevin asked me as he played
    with the Velcro fasteners on the side of my swim diaper.

    "Yeah, but they also make swim diapers that you pull-on like a Speedo."

    "What is that for?" Kevin asked me as he put his finger under the
    little blue belt of my swim diaper.

    "That's to make sure that the Velcro tabs don't pull apart, and the
    swim diaper stays on Scotty." Cathy answered.

    "I'll race you to the deep end Scotty." Kevin said as he took off
    swimming as hard as he could towards the deep end of the pool.

    I just sat there looking at an eight year old that could do something I
    couldn't do, swim!

    "What's the matter, Scotty?" Kevin yelled at me from the deep end.

    "We were talking, Kevin." Cathy yelled back at him.

    I was glad Cathy answered Kevin for me.

    Kevin did a slow breaststroke back to the shallow end. I swore that kid
    knew how to swim. Even Matt couldn't do the breaststroke like that.

    "Where did you learn to swim like that, Kevin?"

    "Cathy has been teaching me how to swim for a couple of years now. She
    used to be my swimming coach."

    "Yeah, Kevin was the one who told me about the apartment for rent over
    here. I liked it so much, that I quit looking for apartments to rent
    and hoped I would get this one." Cathy said to me.

    "Scotty, is Cathy baby sitting you for the summer?"

    "Yeah, my mom doesn't trust me yet."

    "Neither does mine. Kevin said.

    "I wouldn't trust you guys, either." Cathy said as she started a
    splashing war with Kevin and me.

    We splashed each other for a while, then when we took a break, Kevin
    asked me, "Do you think you could get me in a commercial, Scotty?"

    "I would have to talk to Bill about that Kevin. Do you just wet the
    bed, and sometimes your pants?"

    "Mostly, but I almost had a bad accident on the plane going to my
    aunt's house."

    "What happened?"

    "The plane was going up and down over Georgia and a lot of people were
    nervous. I had to go bad, but the girl was busy with the other people.
    She finally saw me and took me to the bathroom. I barely made it."

    "Why didn't you go to the bathroom by yourself, Kevin?"

    "My mom told me to stay in my seat unless I was with the girl."

    "I think the girl he's talking about Scotty, is the stewardess." Cathy
    said.

    "Did you have to go number one or two Kevin?" I asked him.

    "Both." he answered.

    "Sounds like he should have been wearing the travel diaper Scotty."
    Cathy said.

    "What's that?" Kevin asked us.

    "That's a diaper that you wear on long trips, like the plane trip you
    were on Kevin." I told him.

    "Or on car trips, train trips, and bus trips." Cathy added.

    "Wear a diaper on the plane? There were bathrooms at the back of the
    plane."

    "What if the girl didn't get you to the bathroom in time, Kevin?" I
    asked.

    "My aunt would have been mad at me. She already knew I wet the bed, but
    if I pooped in my pants, she would have been really, really mad."

    "That's what travel diapers are for, J.I.C." I told him.

    "Kevin…Time to come in. almost supper time." Mrs. Shea yelled down to
    us.

    "Okay mama, be right there." Kevin yelled back up to her.

    "It's time for us to get out, too, Scotty." Cathy said.

    "Will you be swimming tomorrow, Cathy?" Kevin asked.

    "I don't know, Kevin. Scotty and his mother have to meet with Bill
    tomorrow, and take a tour of the factory where they make the swim
    diapers."

    "I'll see you later, Cathy." Kevin said as he hugged her.

    "I'll bring Scotty up in a while to meet your mom Kevin, and to show
    you the shirt we were talking about."

    "See you later, Scotty." Kevin said as he ran up the stairs to his
    apartment.

    "Lets get you back into your travel diaper, Scotty." Cathy said as we
    walked into the apartment.

    She took my swim diaper off of me and then I lay down on the couch. She
    slipped the travel diaper under me, pulled it up between my legs, and
    refastened the tapes to the front of the diaper.

    "You finish putting the diapers back in the boxes and I'll hang up your
    swim diaper and get dressed. Look for that yellow-and-blue-striped
    shirt, too, Scotty."

    I went through the first box and didn't find the shirt , but halfway
    thru the second box, I found it. I picked up a pair of blue satin
    shorts that were in the same box, and held them up against me. They had
    red piping down the legs and around the leg holes. There were three
    blue snaps down the outside of each leg, and five shinny silver snaps
    in the crotch, and one patch pocket on the rear.

    "Want to wear those shorts when we go up to see Kevin and his mother?"
    Cathy asked me while she brushed her wet hair.

    "Yeah, I guess so."

    I handed the shorts to Cathy, and she unsnapped the waist snaps, held
    them down as I stepped in to them. She pulled the shorts up over my
    travel diaper and fastened the snaps together.

    "How do those new shorts feel, Scotty?"

    "I like them, they feel so soft and lightweight."

    "They cover your diaper pretty good, too." Cathy said.

    "When are we going up to see Kevin?"

    "In a while after they have eaten dinner."

    "What are we going to have for dinner?"

    "Thought you might like to have PIZZA, Scotty."

    "Extra pepperoni?" I asked.

    "And extra cheese." Cathy added.

    "And extra sauce?"

    "Sure Scotty, extra sauce."

    "About what time?"

    "In about an hour. Now lets put these boxes in you room Scotty, and
    figure out where we should put these things."

    We each grabbed a box and took them to my room. Cathy set the box down
    on my bed while I poured the contents of my box out onto my bed.

    "Looks like you have enough plastic pants to last you a few years
    Scotty." Cathy said as she walked into my room with another box and put
    down at the foot of my bed.

    "Where should I put all these plastic pants, Cathy?"

    "Looks like you need another dresser, Scotty."

    "You mean get rid of my dresser for a bigger one?"

    "No, you can put yours over there near the closet, then put a larger
    one right under the window here."

    "Where would I get another dresser Cathy?"

    "I think Jason's old dresser is still out in the garage at home. I'll
    see if he wants to get rid of it."

    I opened the bottom drawer and put in as many plastic pants as I could.
    The drawer barely closed afterward.

    "I think you better save some room so you can put your clothes back in
    your dresser after they are washed Scotty. We can put the rest of the
    boxes in the closet."

    "Okay. Where is that box that Bill wrote that note in?"

    "in the living room, why?"

    "I just want to keep it for awhile."

    "You go get the last two boxes and put them in your closet Scotty, I
    want to call Mrs. Shea an see if it's okay to come up now."

    I went back to the living room and got the last two boxes, and put them
    in my closet. I opened the flap of the box on top and saw a white tee
    shirt sitting on top. I took it out of the box, opened the plastic bag,
    took out the shirt, and then held it out in front of me. I turned it
    around, studying it from the top neckline down to snap crotch.

    "Cathy?" I said as I walked into the living room.

    "I just got off the phone with Mrs. Shea. She said Kevin was done with
    dinner ten seconds after he got home. I think he eats faster then
    Ricky. What do you want Scotty?"

    "Should I wear this shirt up to Kevin's?"

    "Why not, then you can show him what it looks like."

    "Are we going up there now?"

    "Yes, as soon as we get this shirt on you Scotty."

    Cathy unsnapped the crotch, and as I held my arms up, she slipped the
    tee shirt over my hands and head, and pulled it down my arms. She
    pulled my shorts down then she snapped the shirt closed between my
    legs, and then pulled my shorts back up.

    "Ready to go Scotty?"

    "Let me get the shirt for Kevin first,"

    Cathy closed the door behind us as we left, and this time, I walked up
    the stairs one at a time. Cathy knocked on the door, and Mrs. Shea
    answered.

    "Hi Cathy, who do you have with you."

    "Mrs. Shea, this is Scotty McCormick. Scotty and his mother just moved
    in last week.

    "It will be good to have a playmate Kevin's age around here so he
    doesn't get bored this summer."

    "Mrs. Shea, Scotty is almost eleven years old, but I know that Kevin
    and Scotty will be good friends. Is Kevin around, Scotty has something
    he wants to give to him."

    Kevin, Scotty and Cathy are here to see you."

    Kevin came running out of his room asking, "Did you bring it, Scotty?"

    "Yeah, here it is."

    "Mama, this is the shirt I was telling you about during supper. If I
    need to wear a diaper to school for anything, Scotty says this shirt
    wont come out of my pants, even I play really hard."

    "Scotty, don't you want to show them?" Cathy asked.

    "Do you like the shirt I'm wearing Kevin?" I asked.

    "It looks like just an undershirt to me. Kevin said.

    Cathy reached over, unsnapped the top snaps on my shorts and then
    pulled my shorts down exposing my onesie tee shirt.

    "Is that what they look like Scotty?"

    "Yeah, and my shirt stays snapped closed until I undo it."

    "Looks just like the shirts I used to put on you, Kevin, when you were
    a baby." Mrs. Shea said.

    "But mama, these shirts are made for boys who don't want anyone to know
    they are wearing diapers at school."

    "I know, sweetie, I'd wished I knew about these last year before the
    other kids found out you were wearing a diaper to school. Cathy, where
    can I get some more of theses shirts for Kevin?"

    "Bill will be able to give you all that information Mrs. Shea.

    "Scotty, are you wearing a diaper under your onesie?" Kevin asked me as
    he felt the front of my onesie.

    "Yeah, it's a travel diaper." I told him

    "A travel diaper, never heard of such a thing." Mrs. Shea said.

    "It's a diaper for kids to wear on long car trips so you don't have to
    stop every thirty minutes or so to let the child relive themselves."
    Cathy said.

    "And if something comes up and you can't get to the bathroom, like me
    mama." Kevin added.

    "What happened, Kevin?"

    Kevin told his mom what almost happened to him on the airplane.

    "Next time we go on a car trip, or I send you to see any of our
    relatives, I'll make sure you are wearing a travel diaper Kevin,
    Scotty, do you mind if I take a look at yours?"

    I looked at Cathy for a second before I shook my head yes. Cathy
    unsnapped the crotch of my shirt and pulled my shirt up. Kevin's mom
    felt the thickness of my travel diaper and noticed the prints all over
    it.

    "Do theses travel diapers come in colors too." Mrs. Shea asked Cathy.

    "Scotty." Cathy said.

    "Yes, I saw some blue, yellow, green, and pink ones Bill left me." I
    told Mrs. Shea.

    "Since Kevin is still having problems wetting his pants during the day,
    I'll have to talk to Bill about these diapers and other things
    immediately."

    "Mama." Kevin said.

    "Oh Kevin, Scotty isn't embarrassed about his problem, and he's ten
    years old, why should you be?" Mrs. Shea said.

    "If your done doing your striptease act Scotty, lets get you dressed
    and home for dinner." Cathy said jokingly as she snapped my onesie
    closed over my diaper and pulled my shorts back up and snapped them.

    "Mama, Scotty is making the commercials for Bill's new company."

    "Oh, now I finally get to meet a real movie star." Mrs. Shea said.

    "Maybe a commercial star Mrs. Shea, and it's a company Bill is doing
    the advertisements for, he doesn't own the company." Cathy told her.

    "It's been good seeing you again Cathy, and it's been very nice to meet
    you Scotty."

    As we left Mrs. Shea's apartment, Kevin was opening up the shirt I gave
    him.

    "I like Mrs. Shea, she's nice." I told Cathy on the way down the
    stairs.

    "Yeah, she is sweet…Pizza time, Scotty?" Cathy asked as she closed the
    door behind us.

    "Yup" I answered.

    Cathy called and ordered the pizza, then she took my shorts and onesie
    off of me. I got out the plates, and glasses and set them on the table.
    Cathy started tickling me on the couch as we waited for the pizza.

    There was a knock at the door, followed by, "Pizza delivery"

    "You go get the door Scotty, I'll go get the money from my wallet."

    I opened the door, and the guy said, "Pizza for Cathy."

    "Yeah, I'll take it. She's getting the money now. I told him as he
    handed the pizza to me with a surprised look on his face.

    I took the pizza to the kitchen table, and as I sat it down, I realized
    I was only wearing my diaper. I turned to look at the guy, and he was
    LOOKING at me. I didn't know what to say, then Cathy returned and paid
    for the pizza. As soon as she closed the door, I said, "He saw me in
    just my diaper Cathy."

    "So what Scotty, pretty soon a lot more people are going to be seeing
    you in just a diaper. You're going to have to get used to it."

    I got two pieces of pizza as Cathy poured me a glass of milk. I headed
    for the couch when Cathy said, "Wait Scotty until put a towel down on
    the couch. Don't want you to get the sauce on the couch."

    I sat my plate and milk down on the coffee table. Cathy placed the
    towel down on the couch, then went and got my Romano's bib and tied it
    around my neck.

    "Now Scotty, if you want seconds on pizza, you won't need to go to the
    kitchen, it'll be on your bib.

    I gave Cathy a smirk look as she sat down on the couch beside me. We
    talked about what was going to happen tomorrow and the tour of the
    factory. I was getting nervous about wearing diapers out in public,
    like down at the beach, and Cathy told me to talk to Bill about it.

    After we finished eating dinner, Cathy said, "Time to get you ready for
    bed Scotty, then you can watch TV until bedtime. Need to use the
    potty?"

    "Yeah." I answered.

    Cathy led me to the bathroom, removed my diaper, put the potty seat on
    the toilet seat, and then picked me up and sat me down on the seat. She
    pulled me forward making sure my penis was in the splashguard
    correctly, and then handed me my book.

    "When your through Scotty let me know, I'll be in your room getting
    your diaper ready."

    I sat there about five minutes reading the Hardy Boys mystery book
    before Cathy came back to check on me. She lifted me off the potty
    seat, wiped my rear with a baby wipe, then led me into my bedroom.

    "Up on the changing pad Scotty, and lets get you ready for bed."

    "Which diaper are you going to put on me tonight Cathy?"

    "Bill put two dozen heavy overnight diapers in the box, so I thought
    I'd try one of those on your little butt tonight Scotty." Cathy said as
    she tickled me.

    Cathy opened the plastic bag and took out the thick printed cloth
    diaper.

    "Thought you would like to try the printed cars and trucks diaper
    tonight Scotty, now lift your rear…Please."

    I raised my butt as she placed the diaper underneath me. I dropped my
    rear down on the diaper, and I couldn't believe how soft it was. Cathy
    powdered my rear, crotch, and penis as we talked about meeting Mr.
    Jordan tomorrow.

    "Spread your legs, Scotty, so I can finish diapering you." she said to
    me.

    As I spread my legs, Cathy pulled the diaper up between my legs and
    fastened the Velcro tapes together. The rear tapes almost met each
    other in the front of my diaper, over my bellybutton.

    "Looks like this diaper was almost too big for you Scotty." Cathy said
    as she went and got out a pair of plastic pants from my dresser drawer.

    Cathy came back to my bed with the plastic pants, and slipped them over
    my feet, and almost up to my knees.

    "Put your knees together Scotty so I can get the plastic pants on you."

    "I can't Cathy, the diaper is too thick between my legs."

    "Looks like your going to need a larger size." Cathy said as she took
    off the plastic pants.

    She picked up a larger size plastic pant, slipped them over my feet and
    up over my diaper. I tried to sit up, but the diaper was so thick, I
    ended up on my back again.

    "Don't tell me Scotty, your fallen, and you can't get up, RIGHT?"

    "No, I'm diapered and I can't sit up."

    Cathy reached down and picked me up, and stood me on the floor. When I
    walked towards the living room, my legs were being pushed out to the
    side.

    "What kind of walk is that Scotty, the waddle walk?" Cathy asked
    between giggles.

    I managed to waddle over to the couch and tried to sit down. Cathy had
    to help me up onto the couch. As I sat there, with my legs spread
    apart, I said to Cathy, "This diaper is so thick, It will probably be
    good for a week before it needs to be changed."

    "Knowing the way you wet Scotty, It may only be good for half the
    night." she said as she started tickling me again.

    We watched TV, and as I tried to get comfortable, I found out it felt a
    lot better sitting Indian style on the couch. When it was eight
    o'clock, Cathy picked me up, and carried me to my room, and put me into
    bed. She read me a chapter out of my Hardy Boys book before she kissed
    me goodnight. I gave her a goodnight kiss too.

    When I felt my mommy's fingers run thru my hair, I turned over and
    said, "You don't have to work tomorrow, mommy, Bill said so."

    "I know baby, it's going to be a special day for you, Bill, and me
    tomorrow." then she kissed me goodnight.

    I gave my mom a goodnight kiss too.

    END OF CHAPTER 6

`Chapter 7 THE MEETING WITH MR. JORDAN`