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

    Chapter 10 A NEW FRIEND

    The two mocking birds were at it again as I opened my eyes. I took my
    arm off of Ricky's shoulders as I turned onto my back. I wondered what
    those two birds are fighting over as I laid there. Guess the female
    threw the male out of the nest, and now they were arguing over how much
    chick or child support he was going to have to give her. Maybe it was
    four worms a day, until the little chicks left the nest, and the male
    mocking bird thought it was way too much. Maybe he wanted visitation
    rights, and she wasn't going to let him. Maybe she was chewing him out
    for staying out late with all the other male mocking birds.

    "I'm hungry." Ricky said as he turned over, and looked at me.

    "Me too."

    "You wet Scotty?"

    "You know I am Ricky." I said as I reached down to feel the front of my
    diaper to be sure.

    When I pulled at the front of the diaper, I knew something was
    different. As I sat up, I realized that I had pooped in my diaper.
    Ricky looked at me for a second before he asked me, "Did you go number
    two in your diaper Scotty?"

    "I think so, but I didn't have to go number two last night."

    "I only wet my diaper…mostly" Ricky said.

    I looked over at the clock, and it was six-forty-five, and I knew my
    mom was still at home. I got out of bed, and ran to the living room,
    expecting to see my mom, or Cathy. When I didn't see them, I went into
    the kitchen, and my mom's coffee cup wasn't in the sink like it usually
    was after she left for work.

    "MOMMY, where are you?"

    "We are in my bedroom Scotty."

    I ran back to her room, and my mom, Cathy, and Ricky were at the
    computer looking at some pictures.

    "I thought you would be in the kitchen or living room." I said to my
    mom.

    "You went by so fast Scotty, I thought you were going to get a drink of
    water."

    "What are you doing?" I asked.

    "Cathy is showing me how to download the pictures from the camera
    again."

    "Are those the pictures Bill took yesterday?"

    "No Scotty, these are pictures Cathy and I took of Ricky and you last
    night, while you guys were sleeping…Smells like I've got a little
    stinker around here somewhere."

    "It's Scotty, he's the little stinker, not me." Ricky said.

    "Scotty, come over and see the pictures I got of you and Ricky last
    night on the couch." Cathy said.

    I looked at the picture on the monitor, and we were both asleep, Ricky
    lying in front of me on the couch, then I saw something I thought I
    would never see.

    "LOOK, Ricky's mouth is closed. No food going in, and no words coming
    out!"

    Cathy and my mom looked at each other and started laughing. Ricky
    looked at the picture, and said, "Your mouth is closed too Scotty."

    "Look at the way Scotty has his arm over Ricky. Don't they look like
    angels?" my mommy said.

    "That's when they're at their best Jeanne, SLEEPING!"

    "Awe, we are good most of the time." Ricky said in his defense.

    "Look at these pictures I got of them in bed." Cathy said

    "Yes, so sweet and innocent." my mom said.

    "See how Ricky sleeps with his hands curled up under his little chin."
    Cathy said.

    "Just like Scotty." my mom said, and then, "Oh, look how late it is. I
    better get going, or I'll be late for work."

    "Are you going to work tomorrow mommy?"

    "I'm glad to say I'm not, but I think Bill is going to work you
    tomorrow Scotty."

    "I thought we were going to the zoo?"

    "We are baby, but Bill wants to tag along and take some pictures of you
    having a good time."

    "Are we going car shopping afterward?"

    "Maybe, if we have enough time."

    "Have you decided on what type of car your going to get Jeanne?"

    "Yes, yellow…and four wheels."

    My mom knelt down and gave me a hug and kiss before she left, and I
    hugged and kissed her too.

    "Time for your baths guys." Cathy said as she led the way to the
    bathroom.

    She took Ricky's diaper off of him, then put the potty seat on the
    toilet, and sat Ricky down on it. Ricky moved forward so his penis was
    in the splashguard. Cathy took my diaper off me and set it aside, then
    put me in the tub and wiped my rear off. She rinsed me off with the
    hand shower, then filled the tub with nice warm water as I sat down.

    "Don't forget me Cathy." Ricky said.

    "Who could forget a sweet, loveable, cute, reliable rambunctious,
    outgoing kid like you Ricky."

    'You could Cathy."

    "Naw, I wouldn't forget my little baby brother." Cathy said as she
    picked Ricky up off the potty seat, and put him into the tub with me.

    Cathy picked up the wash mitt, poured baby wash onto it, and then
    washed my back, chest, and my arms as I sat there.

    "Where did you get that wash thing?" I asked.

    "I found it while Ricky and I went shopping when you were in your class
    Scotty."

    "Was that the surprise you bought me and Ricky?"

    "No, but I'll show you the surprise after your dressed for class."

    I stood up then Cathy washed my butt, penis, and legs. When I sat back
    down in the tub, Cathy started washing Ricky.

    "Can we wear them today Cathy?" Ricky asked as he stood up.

    "No Ricky. Scotty has to wear his Jordan clothes today when he talks to
    the P.T.A."

    "You got us clothes Cathy?" I asked her.

    "Kind of Scotty."

    "What kind?"

    "You'll see in a little bit."

    "Are they shirts or pants?"

    "Yes, and maybe yes."

    "Huh?" I said.

    "Lets get you and Ricky dried and dressed, then I'll show them to you."

    'What time is the first P.T.A. meeting?"

    "It's at eleven, and it's a luncheon."

    "What's that?"

    "It's when you talk and eat at the same time."

    "I thought you were supposed to eat with you mouth closed."

    "No, I mean, you have a discussion while you eat lunch…Now lets get you
    powdered, diapered, and dressed." she said as we led us to my bedroom.

    Ricky beat me to the dresser, and climbed up on it. Cathy sprinkled
    plenty of baby powder all over him, then rubbed it into his skin. She
    opened my dresser drawer and took out a printed sport diaper, and put
    it on him. As he got off the changing pad, he was counting all the
    soccer balls printed on his diaper. I climbed up on the changing pad,
    and Cathy sprinkled lots of baby powder all over me. When she rubbed it
    in and around my penis, I got a small erection, and Cathy giggled. She
    took out one of the super duper diapers with airplane print all over
    it, slipped it under my rear, then pulled it up between my legs and
    fastened the Velcro tabs to the front.

    "Seems like the printed super diapers have the Velcro closures, and the
    solid colored diapers have the snaps."

    "I like the planes on this diaper, there're all different Cathy." I
    said as she put a pair of clear plastic pants on me.

    "Yeah, I think I see a seven-forty-seven right there Scotty." she said
    as her finger found my ticklish spot on the side of my ribs.

    Cathy took out a pair of the Jordan shorts, and a body shirt from my
    dresser drawer. She pulled the body shirt on over my head, and snapped
    the crotch.

    "Can you show me what you got Ricky and me yesterday Cathy?" I asked as
    I stepped into the shorts

    "I guess so Scotty. Ricky, go and get the bag we hid yesterday." she
    said as she checked the snaps in the crotch of the shorts.

    Ricky ran into the living room and reached behind the couch and pulled
    out the plastic bag.

    "Can I show him Cathy?" Ricky asked as he ran back into my room.

    "Scotty, close your eyes…and cover them with your hands too."

    I heard Cathy open the bag, and then I heard Ricky getting dressed in
    something.

    "You can open your eyes now Scotty."

    I opened my eyes, and saw Ricky standing there in a blue zip front
    short-all with short sleeves. On each side of the long zipper , it
    said, 'I'm with him', and an arrow pointing in that direction. The
    zipper went all the way from the neck, to the crotch of the short-all.

    "Where's mine?" I asked her.

    "Right here." she said as she held up a yellow short-all.

    Mine was the exact same as Ricky's, except it was yellow.

    "I'm with him, no, I'm with him." Ricky and I argued.

    Cathy held it up to me and said, "These are the same size, but this one
    looks bigger up next to you Scotty…Have you lost weight Scotty?"

    "No, I don't think so."

    How much do you weigh Scotty?"

    "Fifty four pounds, I think."

    Cathy took me into the bathroom, and put me on the scale.

    "It says you weight fifty one pounds Scotty."

    "I was close Cathy."

    "Don't forget, your wearing about three, or four pounds of clothes
    Scotty."

    "So I only weigh forty eight pounds?"

    "I would say that your about right Scotty. Let me weigh myself and see
    it the scale is accurate."

    Cathy took off her shoes and stepped onto the scale.

    "It's accurate enough." she said as she got off the scale

    "Am I sick or something?"

    "No, I don't think so Scotty. I guess your just not eating enough.
    We'll have to figure out a way to get more calories into your little
    body."

    "How about if I just put rocks in my pockets?"

    "NO SCOTTY! You leave those rocks in your head." Cathy jokingly said as
    she grabbed me and tickled me until I gave in.

    "I'll see if there is anything at the store that might help you gain
    weight Scotty while you're in class. As a matter of fact, I remember my
    mom giving Ricky some pedisure when he was sick last year."

    "What's that?"

    "It's a high calorie and vitamin drink made for kids."

    "Is it good?"

    "Yup" Ricky answered.

    "I'd better fed you two breakfast before you guys start eating the
    furniture."

    Cathy got the bibs, and then put them on us, and then fed us Pop-Tarts
    and cereal for breakfast.

    "What are you and Ricky going to do while I'm in class today Cathy?"

    "I need to do some grocery shopping." Cathy answered.

    "You going to pick me up after class Cathy?"

    "Yes. Bill and Mr. Jordan are going to meet us at the first P.T.A.
    meeting at Lone Hill School.

    I didn't care for the idea of talking to parents at the P.T.A. meeting,
    and they are the parents of the kids that will be going my new school.
    I wonder if the parents were going to be saying "Scotty McCormick wears
    diapers, why won't you?'

    "How many people are there going to be at the meetings Cathy?"

    "I don't know Scotty. It may be a lot…Guys, you ready to hit the road?"

    Ricky answered 'yup', and I answered 'nope'.

    Ricky and me raced to the carport, and I beat Ricky this time.

    We climbed into our car seats, then Cathy fastened my seat harness for
    me, then tightened Ricky's harness.

    It took less then two minutes to get to the house where my class was
    being held. Rashid was waiting for me up on the stairs as I got out of
    the S.U.V. When I got to him, he asked, "Scotty, are you wearing diaper
    to class again?"

    "Does it show that much Rashid?"

    "Yes Scotty, more then yesterday."

    I was thinking of pulling my shirt out of my pants to hide the bulge of
    my diaper, then I realized that I was wearing a body shirt. I walked
    into the classroom closely behind Rashid. I sat down in the first desk,
    and Rashid sat in the seat next to me.

    "Looks like the little boy wore his dipie to class again. Did you go
    wee wee, or poo poo in your diaper Scotty?" Roberto asked as he sat
    down next to Rashid.

    I didn't say a word.

    "Come on Scotty, aren't you going to cry like a diapered baby?" Roberto
    asked.

    I looked over at him, then thought about the money I was making from
    Bill and Mr. Jordan.

    "Rashid, you got a Gameboy?"

    "Yes. My mom bought one for me on my last birthday, why Scotty?"

    "Where do you live Rashid?"

    "Near the school, Lone Hill."

    "You going to Lone Hill School this Fall?"

    "Yes. Be in sixth grade this year. Will you be going to Lone Hill
    Scotty?"

    "Yeah, and I'm gonna be in the sixth grade too."

    "Are you sure Scotty, you know they have a nursery school across the
    street from Lone Hill School for diapered babies like you." Roberto
    said.

    I think you're wrong Roberto. Only houses along the street in front of
    school." Rashid said to him.

    "How would you know Indian." Roberto said.

    "I live in one of those houses, and many of my relatives live in other
    houses next to mine." Rashid said to him.

    "So there is still a nursery school over there." Roberto shot back.

    "I think you wrong Roberto. My aunt needed nursery school for my little
    cousin, and nearest one is on Creed Street, two blocks away."

    I looked at Roberto, and knew he was eating his own words.

    "Well I'm glad I'm not going to a baby school like Lone Hill." Roberto
    said to us.

    "Lone Hill school not baby school. Lone Hill had highest math average
    in the entire county last year Roberto."

    Roberto looked like he was ticked off, and didn't say another word.
    Rashid looked at me and winked, then whispered to me, "I live two
    blocks away from Lone Hill, and my family first ones to come to America
    from India."

    I started laughing softly when Mr. Leacock entered the room, then said,
    "Okay students, today we are going to be learning about 'speaking in
    public, and what makes you nervous."

    As the discussion went on, Roberto, and many of the other students kept
    staring at me, and I knew they were staring at the diaper I was
    wearing.

    When class ended, I dashed for the door, with Rashid following me.
    Roberto wasn't far behind.

    "See you tomorrow diaper boy." Roberto said.

    "At least I'm getting paid good for wearing diapers." I said to
    Roberto.

    He had a blank stare on his face, then I heard, "Roberto, here, now!"

    Rashid and I looked towards the voice, and it looked like it was
    Roberto's mother.

    Roberto got into the car and drove away.

    "What do you mean that you are paid to wear diaper Scotty?"

    "I work for Jordan Enterprises, and they make diapers for kids that wet
    their beds or their pants."

    "You wet you pants Scotty?"

    "Yes, most of the time."

    "Were you not potty trained when you were little?"

    "Yeah, but I still wet my pants and the bed."

    "Scotty, you see doctor about it?"

    "Yeah, and he said I would outgrow it."

    "How you make money wearing diaper?"

    "I'm making commercials for Jordan, to be shown on TV."

    "I will see you on television Scotty?"

    "I think so. Bill is also putting out a catalog with me in it."

    "Are these diapers for use by anyone?"

    "Yeah, but mainly kids."

    "My cousin Rajah needs diaper at night, He still wets bed."

    "I thought you said that your family were the only ones to come to
    America."

    "Yes Scotty. Rajah is member of family."

    "Are you really going to Lone Hill School this Fall Rashid?"

    "Yes. I should be in seven grade, but needed to learn better English,
    so I was held back one grade."

    "Scotty, were here. Better hurry up or we will be late for the luncheon
    at Lone Hill School." Cathy yelled at me from the S.U.V.

    "You going to school today Scotty?"

    "Yeah. I have to talk to the P.T.A. there."

    "My mother is member of P.T.A. You may see her there."

    "I've gotta go Rashid. See you tomorrow."

    "See you tomorrow Scotty."

    I ran to the S.U.V. and climbed in, and got into the car seat. Ricky
    fastened the harness for me, then Cathy tightened the harness.

    "Get any good food at the store Cathy?"

    "Got everything you guys love, peas, corn, cauliflower, Brussels
    sprouts, broccoli, carrots, lima beans, squash, spinach, cabbage, and
    artichokes."

    Ricky and I looked at each other before saying, "Yuck" in unison.

    "Who were you talking to Scotty…in front of the school?"

    "His names Rashid. He moved here from India about a year ago."

    "Looks like you made your first friend in the neighborhood."

    "Yeah, and he's going to my school this Fall."

    "What grade is he in?"

    "He'll be in the sixth grade like me."

    "I still think you're a third grader like me Scotty." Ricky said.

    "I wish I was in the third grade like you Ricky, then I would be an 'A'
    student."

    "You can come to my school instead of going to Lone Hill, then I'll
    tell the teacher that you're a third grader like me."

    'I don't think that would work Ricky. The school would want to see
    Scotty's records from his last school, and they would know he was a
    sixth grader." Cathy said.

    "Cathy, why don't we copy them onto the computer, and then we can put
    in anything we want on the records."

    "Okay Scotty, I'll do it for you under one condition."

    "What's that Cathy?"

    "I get to enter your age, and you can't say anything about it. It will
    be our secret."

    "What age are you going to put down?"

    "I was thinking about twenty four."

    "Cool, I'll be able to drive a car, vote, and have a beer if I want."

    "Sorry Scotty, I was thinking about twenty four months old."

    "What, you're going to put down that I'm two years old?"

    "Yeah, then you'll be the biggest kid in your class."

    "Okay Cathy. I miss finger painting and playing with the wooden
    blocks."

    "Sorry again Scotty. It would be playing in the sand box, naps, and
    diaper changes, all day long."

    "I like naps, and you change my diapers all day long. Now I get a sand
    box to play in? I'll do it."

    "Also means you have to go to bed at six PM, and wake up after eight
    AM, and I'll have to get a stroller to put you in so I can push you to
    the park, so you can play in the sand box, and diaper changing out in
    public, all the time."

    "I'll do it, I'll do it." Ricky yelled out.

    "You already changed my diaper in public once, what's a few thousand
    times more, and you push me around already, so what's the difference
    Cathy?"

    "I'll need to get some help, changing your diapers Scotty. There is a
    little girl that lives down the street from you Scotty named Becky, and
    I think she's about ten of eleven years old. Maybe I'll hire her to
    change your diapers Scotty."

    "No way! I'm not going to let a girl change my diaper."

    "Why not Scotty? She's so cute, with her pony tails, and her little
    freckled face, and I know she likes to dress, and change her dolls."

    "I'm not gonna let a girl change my diapers!"

    "I'm a girl, and I change your diapers all the time Scotty."

    "And she changes my diapers too." Ricky interjected.

    "But you're not that kind of girl Cathy."

    "What kind of girl am I Scotty?"

    "Ugh! I give up!" I told her.

    "Scotty, on your new school records, what color hair would you like me
    to put down for your hair color? Black, brown, blue, pink, or orangish
    gray?"

    "Uggghhhhhhh." I said as I put my thumb in my mouth, and played with my
    shoe strings.

    Ricky saw me put my thumb in my mouth, and put his thumb into his mouth
    too.

    "We're here Moglie and Ricky." Cathy said as we pulled into the parking
    lot.

    I looked at the big building that lay ahead of us. It was the office
    building I assumed as I looked at the two flagpoles in the middle of
    the walkway that led to the front door.

    "How many students go to this school?" I asked her.

    "In all grades, including pre-school, there were over twelve hundred
    students here last year." Cathy answered.

    "Twelve hundred students?"

    "That's right Scotty. Most of them were kindergarten, and first graders
    last year."

    "How do you know that Cathy?"

    "I taught swimming here last year as a substitute swim teacher, and
    besides, I read it in the newspaper last week about this school."

    "If there are that many students here, then that means they are at
    least two thousand four hundred P.T.A. members that are going to be
    asking me questions at the luncheon."

    "I don't think there will be that many. Remember Scotty, it's Friday
    and a lot of parents have to work."

    My heart started beating slower after Cathy said that.

    "There will probably be only a few hundred parents there today." Cathy
    said.

    My heart was racing again.

    "I don't know if I can do it Cathy."

    "Sure you can Scotty. What did Mr. Leacock tell you to do when you have
    to talk to large crowds?"

    "Think of them as animals, and they are all my pets."

    "Look for someone that reminds you of a penguin Scotty, then think how
    funny he looks waddling around."

    That brought a smile to my face. I wasn't as scared now as I was
    before.

    "Look, we beat Bill and Mr. Jordan here by a few minutes." Cathy said
    as the Cadillac parked beside us.

    "How's my number one actor?' Bill said as he got out of the car.

    "Okay I guess."

    "Scotty, loved those pictures Bill got of you yesterday at the beach."
    Mr. Jordan said as he walked over to us.

    "Did you see them already?"

    "Yes Scotty. Bill and I were up to three this morning going over them,
    and we put the first commercial together this morning. You will get to
    see it at the luncheon in a few minutes." Mr. Jordan said.

    "Is it good?"

    "You know when you tripped in the parking lot Scotty, the first take?"

    "Yeah Bill."

    "It's the start of the commercial."

    "Yes, and you looked so cute, I mean good Scotty." Mr. Jordan said.

    We continued talking as we walked towards the cafeteria. When I looked
    towards the cafeteria, I couldn't believe all the people going inside.

    "A little nervous Scotty?" Mr., Jordan asked.

    "No. A lot nervous, yes."

    "Just be yourself Scotty." Bill said.

    "What are we going to be doing in there?" I asked Bill.

    "Mainly answering their questions about the products that Jordan
    Enterprises manufactures, and questions about the products that you've
    worn Scotty. Be truthful when you answer a question Scotty, okay?" Bill
    said.

    "Okay." I said as we walked into the cafeteria.

    Bill and Mr. Jordan went over to a big man, who I think was the
    principal and introduced themselves, then motioned Cathy, Ricky, and me
    to join them.

    "Cathy, Scotty, and Ricky, I like you to meet Mr. Harrison. He's the
    vice principal here at Lone Hill elementary school."

    "Miss. Heather, I remember you from last year. Are you still teaching
    swimming?"

    "No not really. I am going to collage this year." Cathy said.

    "Remember Sarah?" Mr. Harrison asked.

    "Yes. How's she doing?"

    "Can't get her out of the pool." Mr. Harrison said.

    "I bet you she will be the best swimmer at this school by the time
    she's in the forth grade."

    "I do believe your right Miss. Heather." then Mr. Harrison continued,
    "I hear your going to be a new student here at Lone Hill school this
    year Scotty?"

    "Yes." I said meekly.

    "I hope I don't see you to often during the school year Scotty." Mr.
    Harrison said.

    "Why not?" I asked him.

    Bill, Cathy, Mr. Jordan, and Mr. Harrison started laughing.

    "I usually only see a student if they have been bad in school Scotty."
    Mr. Harrison explained.

    "Then I hope I never see you again!" I said to him.

    All four of them were laughing again as I felt my face turning red.

    "Miss. Heather, why don't you take these two boys over to the buffet
    before all the good food is gone. You will all be sitting up here with
    me at the head table." Mr. Harrison said as he showed us where we were
    going to sit.

    Cathy took Ricky and me to the buffet table, and Ricky wanted a lot of
    everything. I only wanted a piece of chicken, and some Jell-o salad.
    The last thing I wanted to do while I was talking was to throw up. As
    we sat down, Mr. Harrison stood up and announced that the meeting was
    going to begin.

    Mr. Harrison introduced Mr. Jordan, and Mr. Stiles as the speakers at
    this meeting and the subject was 'Bed wetting, and incontinence among
    students'.

    Mr. Jordan got up and explained how and why he started Jordan
    Enterprises, and the various products they make. After he was thru
    talking, the lights were dimmed, and the commercial was shown. Bill had
    left in the first take he'd shot of me tripping and falling down as the
    narration said:

    "All kids have little accidents every now and then, and some have
    accidents all the time, Let Jordan Enterprises take care of your
    child's nighttime, and, or daytime accidents."

    The commercial was thirty seconds long, and at the end of it, it showed
    me lying in bed asleep fully exposed, wearing a printed Jordan school
    diaper.

    The lights came back up as Mr. Jordan asked if there were any
    questions.

    "My son Joey always needs me to stop every thirty minutes to use the
    bathroom while we are on our summer vacation. Do you have any
    suggestions on what he might wear to so we don't have to stop so
    often?" a man asked.

    "Scotty, want to handle this question?"

    I stood up slowly, and said timidly, "Jordan makes a travel diaper that
    lasts a long time. Not very good if your walking, but Cathy says you do
    more sitting then walking when you're in a car."

    The audience laughed briefly.

    "My son has wetting accidents when he plays baseball. Is there any
    thing that he can wear, and that won't show?" a lady asked.

    Mr. Jordan looked at me, and I knew he wanted me to answer the
    question.

    "It's the sports diaper. It's easy to put on, and take off and you can
    barely tell he's wearing it."

    "Have you ever worn one Scotty?"

    "Yeah, I mean yes. When I wore one, it was soft and comfortable, and no
    one but me knew I was wearing it, except Cathy. She put it on me."

    "Scotty, when you wore the swim diaper in the commercial on the beach,
    didn't it make you feel uneasy?" another man asked.

    "It did the first time, but after that, it felt like I was wearing my
    racer."

    "The racer Scotty is referring to is his swimsuit, kind of like a
    Speedo swimsuit." Bill said.

    "Can the swim diaper be worn under a swimsuit?" a woman asked.

    "Sure. I wore a swim diaper under my sun suit in the commercial most of
    the time." I answered her.

    "Do they make the swim diapers for little girls?" she asked.

    "Most of our products are unisex, and most are available in size two to
    size twenty." Mr. Jordan stated.

    The questions continued coming. When Bill or Mr. Jordan would look at
    me, I knew I was supposed to answer the question. When I wasn't
    answering questions, Ricky and I would wrestle a little bit at the
    table.

    It was almost one o'clock when the meeting was adjourned, and Bill was
    handing out brochures to the people as they left.

    "You were great Scotty. I think Bill made a good choice when he decided
    to use you as the model and actor for the commercials." Mr. Jordan said
    as we walked out to the S.U.V..

    As Cathy put the car seat harness on me, Bill handed me one of the
    pamphlets he had been handing out at the meeting. On the front, it
    showed me in the yellow and orange swim diaper looking smug at the
    camera. I had my hands on my hips, and my legs were spread a little as
    I was standing on the sand at the beach. You could easily see the six
    silver snaps on the front of the swim diaper, and the clown appliqué
    right over my penis. I turned the pamphlet over, and there was a
    picture of me in a printed school diaper, and I was flexing what little
    muscles I had.

    "How many of these pamphlets did Bill have printed?" I asked Cathy.

    "Bill said that it took about two hours to print and make five thousand
    of them." Cathy answered.

    "Cathy, was this the catalog Bill was talking about putting out?"

    "No Scotty. That pamphlet just shows a few of the items, and it gives a
    brief description of them. The catalog will show everything Jordan
    Enterprises manufactures."

    I opened the pamphlet up, and on the next page, it showed me in the
    blue and gold sun suit, with the high rise leg openings, the girls sun
    suit as I called it. I turned the page, and on thr next page, I was in
    the swim diaper, that had the closure, and the little belt in the rear.
    When I got to the last page, there I was, standing on the wet sand with
    a droopy Pampers diaper on me, and a sad look on my face. Ricky was in
    the background, playing in the shallow surf with his butt towards the
    camera, wearing a droopy Pampers diaper, and his crack was showing.

    "Look Ricky, they got your good side." I said.

    I was about to show the pamphlet to him, when I saw, he was asleep in
    his car seat.

    It was almost one thirty when we got to Wilson elementary school. It
    was smaller then Lone Hill, but I was still a little scared. Bill and
    Mr. Jordan were already there, and we walked into the cafeteria
    together.

    The meeting was about the same as it was at Lone Hill, but shorter. A
    few of the ladies came over to talk to Mr.; Jordan, and the ladies had
    to pinch my cheek, and say how cute I was. When we got back into the
    S.U.V., I was glad the meetings were over with.

    "Can we go swimming when we get back to the apartment Cathy?" Ricky
    asked.

    "You guys look like you could use a swim." Cathy answered.

    When we got to the apartment, Cathy unfastened my car seat harness
    while Ricky undid his, then we got out of the S.U.V., and Ricky and I
    raced to my apartment.

    Cathy stripped Ricky and me, then she put Little Swimmers on us. After
    she got changed, we all went swimming, and Cathy gave me a swimming
    lesson. It was almost six by the time we got out of the pool. Ricky and
    I were hungry, so Cathy ordered an extra, extra large pizza. Cathy and
    I were going over the pictures on my mom's computer when the pizza
    arrived. Ricky answered the door, wearing only his Pampers diaper. The
    pizza delivery guy was the same one who delivered the pizza the last
    time. As Cathy was getting him the money for the pizza, he said, "Are
    you running a nursery here. I see more boys in diapers here then
    anywhere else that I deliver pizzas to."

    "No, I'm just baby sitting Scotty, and keeping an eye one my little
    brother."

    "Boy I wish I'd had a baby sitter like you when I was growing up." the
    pizza delivery boy said as he put the money into his pocket.

    I looked at the front of his pants, and I could tell his penis was
    stiff. After he left, Cathy put a bib on Ricky and me, then we sat down
    on the couch and ate our pizza. Cathy ate her pizza in the kitchen
    while she talked to Bill on the phone.

    "You guys almost finished with your dinner?" Cathy asked as she walked
    into the living room.

    "Cathy, I think you have better borrow a bib from Ricky or me next time
    we have pizza." I said as I looked at the pizza sauce on her yellow
    swimsuit.

    "I wonder how that happened?" Cathy said.

    "Ricky, I think we're gonna have to teach your big sister how to eat
    pizza next time we have it."

    "Okay you wise guy. You're going to get the tickle treatment while I
    put your night diaper on you Scotty."

    Cathy took my plate and set it down on the coffee table and started the
    tickling treatment as I sat on the couch.

    "Ricky, you finish your dinner while I get Scotty diapered." she said
    as she picked me up and carried me to my bedroom.

    She sat me down on the dresser, and as I laid back down on the changing
    pad, she fastened the plastic restraining strap over my stomach, and
    pulled it tight.

    "Can you move Scotty?' she asked as she checked the strap.

    "A little, but not much, why?"

    "I see some little ribs that need to be tickled." she said as she
    started tickling me.

    "I give up. I'll be a good boy." I said as I tried to keep her hands
    away from my ribs.

    Cathy opened the sides of the Little Swimmer diaper I was wearing, the
    pulled it out from under me. She pick up a cloth diaper and dried my
    front and rear, then she sprinkled baby powder on my butt, and rubbed
    it into my skin, then she did my front.

    "Cathy, are you gonna put the super duper diaper on me tonight?"

    "Bill said to wear them until they were all used up."

    "You know, instead of calling them the super duper diaper, they should
    call them S A D's"

    "Why S A D's Scotty."

    "It's short for 'Super Absorbent Diapers."

    "I wonder if Bill and Mr. Jordan will like that name?" Cathy asked as
    she lifted my legs and put one of the diapers under my rear.

    "Put a smile on your child's face when you put a SAD on his behind." I
    said to Cathy.

    "That's bad Scotty. Stick to modeling and acting, Okay."

    "Put a S.A.D. on your boy's rear, and you will put a smile on his
    face." I said to her.

    "Sounds like your spanking the boy's rear, and he's happy about it."
    Cathy said as she drew the diaper up between my legs.

    "With a S.A.D., your child will be glad when he's in bed."

    "That's better, but not much Scotty."

    "You going with us to the zoo tomorrow Cathy?"

    "I might. That's what Bill and I were talking about on the phone."

    "Can I sleepover with Scotty again?" Ricky asked as he walked into my
    room.

    "It's up to Moglie." Cathy said.

    "Can I sleep you Scotty?"

    "Sure you can Ricky, if it's all right with my mom." I said.

    "She said it was fine with her. I asked her last night when you monkeys
    were in bed." Cathy said as she snapped the plastic pants on me.

    As I climbed down the little stairs attached to the dresser, I watched
    Ricky jump up and down, clapping his hands. With each landing he made,
    his little swimmer slid further down his legs until he finally jumped
    out of them.

    "Looks like Ricky found a new way to get undressed." Cathy said as
    Ricky looked down at his Little Swimmer on the floor.

    Cathy slapped the changing pad, and Ricky knew that's where she wanted
    his little rear. He climbed up onto the dresser and lay back as Cathy
    fastened the restraining belt over his stomach.

    "I don't need that. I'm not gonna fall off the dresser." Ricky said.

    "You sure about that loud mouth." Cathy said as she tickled him.

    Ricky rolled back and forth trying to keep from being tickled.

    Cathy took out a nighttime disposable diaper from my dresser drawer and
    slip it under Ricky's rear. She powdered his butt and front, then
    pulled the diaper up between his legs and fastened the tapes to the
    front. I felt the printed plastic cover of Ricky's diaper, then asked
    Cathy, "Why don't they make regulator diapers with the plastic covers
    like this?"

    "I don't know Scotty. I think it has something to do with the
    environment. I know a long time ago I used to wear Pampers diapers, and
    they had a plastic cover all over them."

    If felt weird feeling a plastic cover on a disposable diaper.

    "Ricky's good for a few hours now. You want to get back to looking at
    the pictures on your mom's computer Scotty?"

    "Sure Cathy, and this time I get to start looking at them where I want,
    and not at the nude pictures of me."

    "Scotty, those are cute pictures of you when you were younger. You
    should see the cute nude pictures I have of Ricky, Richie, and Jason
    when they were toddlers." she said as we walked back into my mom's
    room.

    Ricky looked at the pictures with us on the computer monitor, and after
    awhile, he asked, "Can we have some Pedisure when we go to bed tonight
    Cathy?"

    'What flavor do you want Ricky?" she asked him.

    "Chocolate." Ricky answered.

    "Can I have some too?" I asked her.

    "Who do you think we got the Pedisure for Scotty. We need to fatten you
    up a little."

    We looked at all the pictures until it was bedtime.

    Cathy tucked Ricky and me into bed, and kissed us good night. I was
    about to ask her about the Pedisure when she said she would be right
    back. She returned a few minutes later with two baby bottles filled
    with Pedisure, and gave the first bottle to Ricky. He put the nipple in
    his mouth and started sucking on it. Cathy placed the nipple of the
    bottle in my mouth, and said, "If you drink it like this Scotty, it
    seems to help you gain weight faster. This is how my mom and dad got
    Ricky to gain weight about a year ago after he was sick."

    "Does it really work?" I asked her.

    "It does as long as you drink it all." she said as she put the bottle
    nipple back into my mouth.

    "I don't want to hear any noises coming from this room now. If I do,
    there will be two tanned butts for me to powder tomorrow morning."
    Cathy said, then turned off my bedroom light.

    When I was sure Cathy couldn't hear me, I took the nipple out of my
    mouth, and quietly asked Ricky, "Does Cathy ever spank you?"

    He shook his head up and down vigorously.

    "Does it hurt?"

    When I saw the expression on his face, I knew it did.

    "Cathy spanks me harder then my mommy and dad." Ricky answered.

    "When was the last time you got spanked Ricky?"

    "Awhile ago. I ran into the street by accident, and Cathy spanked me
    good. It hurt a long time."

    Ricky slipped his right arm under my neck as I lay there on my back,
    and said, "You don't want to get spanked by Cathy. It really hurts
    bad." then he put the nipple back into his mouth.

    I slipped my left arm under his shoulders, then laid there sucking on
    my bottle until I fell asleep.

    I felt my bed move and I turned over on to my back.

    "How did my baby do today at the P.T.A. meetings?" my mom asked as she
    sat down on the bed beside me.

    "Okay I guess. I was scared a little."

    "Cathy said you did real good."

    I looked up at her, and saw the broad smile on her face.

    "Yeah, I guess so." I answered.

    "I see your eating in bed. You know what I said about that." my mom
    said as she picked up the near empty baby bottle.

    "Cathy said it would help me gain weight."

    "Then you have better finish the bottle sweetheart." she said as she
    put the nipple back into my mouth.

    I moved my head over and laid it on my mom's lap as she held the
    bottle, feeding me. After the bottle was empty, she kissed me on my
    cheek, and said goodnight to me.

    END OF CHAPTER 10

`Chapter 11 THE ZOO`