    Family Trip to California

    Part: 1

    	It had been about four years since we had seen our cousins. We
    had not gotten to visit them since they had moved to California.
    Finally, we had gotten a new minivan, and we would get to take our
    summer vacation to drive up for a visit.
    	My dad wanted to get an early start so at about 4:45 a.m. my mom
    came and woke me and my three brothers up. I am a very heavy sleeper
    and my mom had to come back over to make sure that I would get up.
    	"Kevin, we have to leave in about fifteen minutes, you need to
    get up." I groggily rolled over and noticed what I noticed most
    mornings when I wake up, a wet bed. I slowly got off of my bunk bed as
    my younger brother walked out of the bathroom.
    	"Mom! PeePee Boy did it again. His training pants are all wet."
    He always made a big deal out of it to be able to start a fight. My mom
    came in quickly to help us avoid a big fight. "I swear, Kevin, why
    can't you just wake up when you need to use the bathroom. All of you
    brothers have been able to do stop. You are twelve years old. You
    should be able to wake yourself up. Make sure you put your sheets in
    the washer before we leave."
    	I slowly moved into the bathroom where I changed into some clean
    underwear. I had had little success in keeping my bed dry all my life.
    My mom had tried everything she could to get my bed dry, but no matter
    how hard I tried, I just could not stop wetting in my sleep. Finally
    when I was about ten, my mom had just given up and put a plastic sheet
    on my bed. I had the responsibility of changing the bed when I had an
    accident, so that morning I took the sheets to the laundry room just as
    I had many mornings before.
    I finished getting dressed as I heard my mom tell my brothers to go get
    in the van.
    	I walked into the living room to head out to the van myself when
    my mom told me to come over to her. It was then that she delivered the
    news. "Honey, we have just bought this minivan and you are going to be
    sleeping most of the trip. Your dad and I have talked it over and think
    that you may need some help not wetting the seat of the minivan." I
    knew what was coming after that. I had avoided this moment since I was
    six years old. So I quickly began to interrupt, "Mom, I won't have an
    accident. Please don't make me wear a diaper."
    	She tried to convince me that the pull-ups were not diapers, but
    it was no use. Mom had me pull down my pants and underwear and I put on
    the pull-ups. "I'm sorry that these have little pictures on them, but
    these were all that I could find at the grocery store last night."
    There I was standing in decorated ABC pull-ups, humiliated. She stuffed
    my underwear in her purse and told me to put my pants back on.
    	I did as I was told and headed for the van. I was quiet as we
    pulled out of our driveway, convinced that I would not use the diaper.
    Within a short while I was fast asleep. When I woke up at about 9:30 we
    were pulling into a rest stop. My dad announced that if anyone had to
    use the bathroom, we had better do it now because we wouldn't be
    stopping for another three hours. I sat there for a minute remembering
    what had happened only a few hours ago. But my worst fear had happened
    upon me, I had peed in the diaper. I got up and went to the bathroom
    with my dad and brothers. When I got into the stall I pulled down my
    pants and discovered that I had only wet a little bit. Thank goodness,
    maybe my mom would not even notice.
    	I tried to empty my bladder, but there wasn't anything left to
    empty. I pulled my pants back up and flushed the toilet to make
    everyone think I had used the toilet. On my way back to the van my mom
    asked if everything was alright. I quietly told her that I was dry and
    had just peed.
    	When we got back into the van my dad made a big deal out of my
    not wetting on the van seat. My brothers snickered, but seemed to be
    impressed as well. Soon, we were on the road again and try as I might
    to not sleep, within a few minutes I was asleep again.
    	About noon my dad pulled over again and announced that we were
    stopping for lunch. As I woke up this time, I knew that things were not
    as good. I felt that I had not been so lucky with this sleeping
    adventure. I went to the bathroom with my brothers and into the stall
    again. I pulled down my pants and revealed a very soggy diaper. I knew
    that it would not stand another soaking, so I developed a plan to get
    another diaper without telling my mom. I would wait until we were about
    to leave, sneak a pull up from the van, and go to the bathroom to
    change.
    	When I came out of the bathroom, my dad asked if I was dry, and I
    said that I must be getting over it, because I was dry again. My dad
    congratulated me and sent me to play until mom had lunch ready.
    	After lunch we were packing to get ready to leave. This would be
    my chance. But before I could get to the van my mom came over to ask me
    if I needed to change my pull-ups. I told her that it was still dry.
    She seemed amazed, and said that I was doing a good job. As I was
    loading the ice chest my mom called me over behind the van. When I got
    there she pulled me over closer to her and asked if I was sure that I
    was dry, because my pants were very droopy around the front. I told her
    that I was dry, but she stuck her two fingers down the front of the
    pull up to check. "Kevin, how many times do I have to tell you not to
    lie to me." She dragged me over to the side of the van with the door
    where my brothers were starting to get in. She laid me on the van floor
    and pulled down my pants in front of all my brothers revealing the
    pull-ups. It was so humiliated as my brothers started to make fun of
    the diaper that I was wearing.
    	My mother showed no mercy as she pulled the sides of the diaper
    apart and took it off. I was laying there naked in front of everyone.
    My younger brother made a comment that I didn't have any hair on my
    penis. He started to make fun of me saying that he had started growing
    hair a couple of months ago. My dad told him to be quiet, but he
    snickered a little bit, too. Mom told me to get up and put the other
    pull up on. I stood at the side of the van pulling up the diaper. As I
    started to reach for my pants, my mom pulled them away from me saying
    that she needed to be able to see when the diaper was wet. If I wasn't
    big enough to tell her, then I would just have to leave my pants off.
    Soon we began to pull out and back on the road again, me just sitting
    in my diaper. I begged and pleaded with my mother to please just let me
    put my pants on. She just said that maybe next time I would just tell
    her when I had wet. My brothers continued to make fun of me, but soon
    they were distracted as I was by the television that the new van had
    come with.
    	We watched several hours of cartoons and ate lots of snacks
    before it started to get dark again. When we pulled over to use the
    bathroom mom let me put pants on to go into the convenience store to
    use the bathroom. After we were finished we all got back into the car
    and on the road, me without my pants. About 8:00 we began to drift off
    to sleep again.