    	As I lay in bed I wondered what the rest of my life
    was going to consist of. I had just gotten out of juvenile
    hall last night and the court had ordered my mother to have
    me attached to her for a period of one year to strengthen
    our bond and straighten me out. Today was going to be my
    first day for this nutty punishment and my mom said this
    was going to be "one hell of a year for you, son." At age
    15 I was being forced to spend time with my mother, yuck.
    	"Time to get up, son. We need to get you ready for the
    day," Mom said as she came in to my room. She had a
    shoulder harness with her. "Sit up so I can put this over
    your shoulders. " The harness was baby blue with shoulder
    straps and a strap that went across the chest. It also had
    two straps at the bottom but I could not figure out what
    they were for. I sat up and mom guided my arms through the
    holes. She the secured the front buckle. "Ok get up." I
    stood up but not fast enough. mom grabbed the harness in
    the back and lifted my upper body up. This made me lose
    balance. I stumbled to the ground and she held me and lead
    me to the bathroom. "Do your business and tell me when your
    done." I went to the toilet and took a whiz. When I was
    finished mom pulled on the leash and I fell right on my
    face at her feet. She started walking toward the kitchen
    and the harness slipped off. "Well we cant have that, now
    can we." She came back and strapped me in once more and
    then stood me up. She reach between my legs and I jumped.
    "Come on, son, I have seen and felt everything you have and
    I would rather not be doing this, either. " She reached
    between my legs and grabbed the two straps she brought them
    up and buckled the into my chest. There was no getting out
    of it. She the snugged up all the bands and I squinted when
    it was to tight.
    	She dragged me to the kitchen and I had to stay beside
    her as she made breakfast. She was making pancakes and it
    took her about an hour to get everything done. About a half
    an hour through I said, "Mom I am getting tired, can I sit
    down?"
    	"Sure, you can sit on the floor like when you were
    younger. You loved playing on the floor." There was no way
    I was going to sit on the floor at my age. I stood by her
    until the food was done. We ate breakfast like normal and
    then as she was cleaning the dishes I was forced to stand
    up by her again. About the time she finished I was taken
    back to the bathroom and she told be to get undressed but I
    could not get the harness off. Mom came in and that is when
    I realized that it was going to be a long year if I needed
    mom to help me undress. Mom came in and unbuckled the
    bottom half of my harness. While she was at it she pulled
    down my boxers. My hand instinctively went to my crotch to
    hide my privates.
    	"Move those hands, young man. I am going to be seeing
    a lot more of your privates. Go brush your teeth and I will
    get your bath water ready."
    	I stood in front of the sink with only my undershirt
    that I wore to bed. The harness was still on and the leash
    was going directly to my mom. I was so ashamed the I
    started to cry softly. I finished brushing my teeth and I
    felt mom pulling on my leash. It forced me to follow it
    right to my mom. She took off the harness and then peeled
    the white shirt off my chest. She threw it on the ground
    and told me to get in. As I stepped in she began to talk.
    	"Son, since you are going to be spending so much time
    with me, I have decided that I am going to treat you like
    when you were four and I was staying home with you. You
    will become mommy's little helper again. Since you dad past
    away I have not been able to give you the attention you
    deserve."
    	I sat there in the tub and could not believe what my
    mom was telling me. The same time she was talking she was
    washing me. She started with my head and hair.
    	"I think we are going to cut this hair. I will no have
    my baby boy wearing long hair. I also think we have to get
    rid of all your punk shit in your room. I never liked it
    and it is not suitable for a young boy like you now. Also I
    have found a person who makes custom furniture. We are
    going to go shopping today.
    	 She continued to speak while she washed but I did not
    hear half of what she was saying because I was trying to
    remember what it was like when I was four. I lost my dad a
    year ago and started hanging out with the wrong crowd. I
    got caught stealing from the Seven-Eleven down the street
    and spent a month in juvenile hall. When I was released the
    judge ordered me to spend one year in what she called a
    bonding year.
    	"Ok all done. Stand up so I can dry you off," she
    said. She grabbed the towel and dried off my head and went
    down my body. As she reached my butt I cringed as she made
    sure everything was dry. She then dried my legs and grabbed
    my hand and led me naked to my room. She started looking in
    my drawer and said, "Where is all your underwear? You had
    all that underwear last year, where did they go?"
    	"I threw them away after dad died," I mumbled.
    	"You threw them away. I spent good money for those. I
    guess we will have to go next door and see if they have a
    pair you can borrow since no little boy of mine is going to
    wear boxers. Lets put these sweats on you for now."
    	She put the sweat shirt on over my head then guided
    each hand through the sleeve holes. She the grabbed the
    pants and rolled them up and told me to step in them. After
    I got each foot in she snapped the band around my waist.
    She threaded my arms through the harness and latched the
    buckle on my chest. She reached between my legs and pulled
    the two straps up to meet the buckle in the middle she made
    she all was secure and attached the leash to my back. I was
    once again under her control.
    	"Lets go son," she said as she tugged at the leash. I
    was small for my age standing only about 4'6". She led me
    down the stairs and to the front door. She put her shoes on
    and said, "when we get next door I want you to ask for some
    underwear because you threw yours out."
    	She grabbed my hand and led me out.
    	"I need some shoes!"
    	"Honey, we are only going next door and your shoes are
    too old. We will get you some today when we go shopping."
    	As she pulled at my hand I put my head down ashamed at
    the new predicament. I could not fight back because if I
    did I would go straight to jail until twenty one years of
    age. I was under mom's control. We got next door and mom
    rang the bell. A little boy answered the door in his PJ's.
    He was maybe four years old and he was wearing a pair of
    wet footed sleepers. He called to his mom and said that we
    were there.
    	"Thank you, Tom, you can go eat breakfast so I can get
    you ready to go to shopping today. What can I do for you
    two today.?"
    	"Well, my son and I are going shopping today but I
    just found out he was naughty and threw out all of his
    underwear and socks. I was wondering if you had I pair we
    could borrow," mom stated. As I heard this I mustered up
    all the energy I could and broke free from my mom's hold on
    my hand and then I struggled with the leash yelling, "I am
    a big boy, you can't make me wear baby pants! Mom, I am
    fifteen, you cant do this to me."
    	I struggled with the leash but mom had a good hold on
    it. She went to sit on the step as she started pulling me
    into her. Once I was in reach she grabbed the harness and
    undid the bottom half. She grabbed my pants and pulled them
    down to my ankles. She pulled me toward her and then threw
    me on her lap while she sat on the step outside the front
    door. She told me to behave and started giving me a
    spanking. I have not had one since I was five.
    	"I will do what I want to you or you can go back to
    jail. You are my son and I want you to have the best." By
    the time she finished talking my butt was so sore I could
    not touch it. I was crying so much I was running out of
    breath.

    Chapter Two

    	Mom pulled my pants back up around my waist and led me
    in our neighbor's house. She led us to her son's bedroom
    and by this time Tom wanted to see what all the commotion
    was about. When we got to his room I saw a boy's room with
    a race car bed. The bed was completely undone. It had the
    strong smell of piss.
    	"Sorry about the smell. My son still has not mastered
    the potty at night,"
    	My mom responded " That's ok, I remember when my son
    wet the bed. That was only three years ago."
    	That did it for me. A fresh set of tears rolled down
    my face. All these years my mom kept it a secret and now
    she told the neighbors. Not even my grandparents knew about
    it. Mom told me to come to her. I slowly walked over to her
    and as soon as I was close she grabbed my hand and sat me
    on the wet bed.
    	"Mom, its all wet," I cried.
    	"You should be used to it, son. Remember when you used
    to wet the bed?"
    	She grabbed my ankles and lifted them forcing me to
    lie on the we bed. She the undid the harness and brought my
    shorts down and took them off. Next she sat me up and
    pulled my shirt off. I was completely naked in front of a 4
    year old boy and his mother. All my dignity that I had
    gained over the past five years were gone. The privacy that
    I so loved was taken away. I was now in the hands of my
    mother. I was like Tom. That scared me to think of what she
    would do to me. Would I be staying like this for the whole
    year?
    	I was now being dressed. My mom first put an
    undershirt on me. This undershirt was blue thermal style.
    She next went to the drawer and found some orange Spiderman
    underwear. She made me step into them and then pulled them
    up me legs. When she got them at the height she wanted she
    positioned the crotch and then snapped the waist. This
    action made me whine. Next she grabbed a pair of shorts.
    These were brown and very short. Once again I stepped into
    them and mom pulled them up. Once the were up I found out
    that the had no fly. This meant that every time I had to go
    to the bathroom I would have to pull them down. When my mom
    lead me to a mirror I saw how short they really were. Any
    time I moved or bent over my underwear would show. My shirt
    hardly came down to my shorts so my back would show and if
    I reached up my stomach would peek out. My mom was
    satisfied. She had a big smile on her face.
    	"Now I have my son back. Lets get this harness back on
    you."
    	This time when mom put the harness on me she pulled
    something out of her pocket that I did not see. She put
    this thing through the harness I saw what it was. I went
    over to the mirror and saw what I looked like. Here I was
    at fifteen with blue shirt and a white fuzzy teddy bear on
    my chest.

    Chapter 3

    	"Please don't make me go out like this, mom," I cried.
    	"Son I told you this morning, there is no discussion.
    No let's get some shoes on you and get going."
    	Toms mom said, "If I may, I think I have the perfect
    shoes."
    	She handed mom a pair of Blues Clues sandals. Mom
    slipped these over my feet to find that they just fit.
    	"Ok let's get going ,son. Say thank you to your new
    babysitter."
    	"Thanks."
    	"No, son, you address your elders by ma'am or sir and
    its 'thank you', not just 'thanks'. Try again."
    	"Thank you, ma'am," I said.
    	Mom then grabbed my hand and led me to the car. She
    opened the back door and in the car I saw a booster seat.
    Mom lifted me from under the shoulders and sat me in the
    seat then she made sure I was strapped in place. We drove
    for what seemed like an eternity. We pulled in to the
    parking lot about an hour later. Mom got out and took a few
    minutes to come to my door. When she did she unstrapped my
    booster and pulled me out but instead of attaching a leash
    she turned and put me into a stroller. She brought up the
    crotch harness and then attached the belt around my waist.
    I tried to get out or test the buckle but it held me. There
    was no escaping. First we went to the bathroom. But this
    bathroom was different. It had only the one stall and a
    small toilet. Mom went and did her thing and without even
    asking grabbed me off the stroller undid the harness and
    pulled my shorts and underwear down. She placed me on the
    seat and said, "go potty now because we have a long day
    ahead."
    	There was nothing I could do. I sat there and waited.
    My body just did not want to go. I told mom I was done and
    that's when she said, "for the rest of the year you will
    call me mommy or I wont respond."
    	"Mommy, I am finished."
    	She grabbed my hand and helped me off of the seat. She
    pulled my underwear up and then my shorts making sure both
    were pulled up all the way. She sat me back down in the
    stroller without doing the bottom of my harness. She
    buckled the stroller and once again we were off.
    	"Ok, we have a lot to get for you, young man. First we
    need a new bed and cabinet to put all your clothes in. Then
    we have to get you some new underwear for you. I think we
    also need some new pajamas Seeing as how you have been
    sleeping in you boxers. Then we need to get some more
    appropriate clothing for you. And we cant forget that
    haircut."
    	Mom-- sorry-- mommy was talking but she was not
    waiting for a response. We were walking along the mall and
    no one seemed to pay any attention to me which was such a
    relief.
    	We got to the first store which was a furniture store.
    We went inside and mom went directly to the kids' section.
    She wheeled me around and then she stopped. I looked around
    to try and see what my mother was doing but I could not see
    what she was writing. We went to the counter and gave the
    women the money and told her to make sure the things would
    all match. What thing was she talking about. What was
    mother doing to me.
    	"Mommy I am thirsty"
    	"Ok I will get you something to drink in a few
    minutes."
    	She continued going around the store and then we left.
    We went down to the food court and she ordered a large
    water and a coffee. She handed me the water and told me to
    finish it before we go to the next store. We went to a near
    by bench and mom sat down. I was left in my strollers but I
    stopped drinking. My mother set her coffee down and told me
    to keep going. She grabbed the cup I had and took the lid
    off. She told me to open up and start swallowing. I
    complied but not for long as I got full quick mom just kept
    pouring the water in my mouth. I was almost done with the
    cup when I needed to pee. I finished the cup and then the
    urge became horrid. Started wiggling in my seat.
    	"Knock it off, son, and sit still."
    	"But, mom, I need to go pee."
    	No answer. I grabbed my crotch and when mom saw me she
    grabbed my hand that was on my shorts and she hit it about
    ten times saying that boys should no play with themselves.
    	"Mom, I mean mommy, I have to go to the bathroom. I
    have to go pee."
    	"Ok son, when we pass a potty I will stop."
    	We continued on and I held my pee for too long and
    started bending over and holding my crotch. Finally we
    stopped and as my mom was taking my pants down in the
    bathroom I let go. I went in my underwear and down my legs
    and some leaked onto my mother.
    	"Son, that's it these are not even your clothes and
    you just could not hold it for one minute. Now you are in
    big trouble."
    	 She stripped my clothes except my shirt. She the
    strapped me back in and quickly ran to the drug store in
    the mall. As she is doing this I am crying and puling at my
    shirt to hide my privates. Once we got to the drug store
    mom went to the aisle and grabbed a bag. She opened the bag
    and pulled out one. I noticed the was little trucks on
    them. Mom told me to hold them as she got me out of the
    stroller. She took the underpants and grabbed my leg I was
    forced to grab on to her shoulder as she slipped on foot
    in. Then she grabbed my other leg and slipped them in. She
    pulled it up my legs and only then did I realize the
    thickness and knew that this is training pants. She then
    grabbed another package and opened it. She put this on the
    same way. In one day she turned me into a small child being
    changed in public. I was now in training pants and plastic
    pants. Only a shirt to cover them.
    	Mom strapped me into the strollers and we were off
    again. I was so embarrassed at this point there was nothing
    I was going to say. Mom grabbed a basket and put a few more
    items in. Since I was in the front I did not see anything
    and started to drift into sleep. By the time I woke up I
    was laying on my stomach in the back seat. I sat up and
    found I needed the bathroom again.
    	"Mommy I need to pee," I pleaded.
    	"Ok son, we are almost by the hair dresser you can go
    there."
    	"Ok mommy I will try to hold it."
    	We arrived at the hair dresser and mom opened the door
    for me. She then reached into one of the bags and found a
    new pair of shortalls. She slipped them on me the lifted me
    to my feet and attached the shoulder straps in the back.
    She took out my sandals and put them on me. She grabbed my
    hand an we walked into the hair salon. We walked up to the
    front desk and put our name on the roster. Then mom asked
    the lady if they had a public restroom for her little boy.
    When they said they did mom grabbed my hand again as we
    followed the lady. We both went into the bathroom and I
    stood there. Mom did her duty and as she finished she
    turned to me and told and said, Your turn, son."
    	She grabbed me and did something I did not expect. She
    unbuttoned the legs of my shortalls and had me stand in
    front of the toilet. She pulled down my pants and as if
    something was wrong with the she grabbed my pecker and told
    me to pee pee in the potty for mommy. This was too much and
    I lost control. I strated peeing and crying at the same
    time. I could not stand this as I fell to my mom's power.
    She made sure I was done and then told me that I was a good
    boy going potty then she shook out my pecker until there
    was nothing coming out.
    	She pulled up my training pants and then my plastic
    pants making sure it covered my training pants. Then she
    pulled the up to my belly button and flatted them on me.
    The cold plastic got warm really quick. She the pulled down
    my shirt and shorts and snapped the crotch. She then led me
    out to the chair. This chair was in the shape of a horse
    and she strapped the buckle around my waist. She went over
    and talked to the lady in a low voice so I could not here.
    Twenty minutes latter I had a hair cut that I would never
    get for myself. I had a part in my hair and it was thinned
    out and cut just above my ears all the way around my head.
    It was cut just above my eyes.