    Diaper Daycare

    Summary: This is a story that I wrote after me an my friend Tristen
    role-played for the first time. I enjoyed the role play so much I made
    it into a story enjoy =)

    Part 1

    I sit there in my car seat wondering where I’m going. My blue eyes look
    out the window and I move the dirty blond hair out of my eyes. All I
    remember my mommy telling me that she was sick of her six-year-old
    little boy wetting his pants. The car drives over the little stream
    across from our house. I ask my mommy “Where we going”? She looks back
    at me and tells me “We are going to help you stop wetting the bed.”

    I look at her funny and then start to once again gaze out the window. I
    see a big brick building with big letters on the side that say Diaper
    Daycare. Mommy pulls into the driveway and lets me out of the care. She
    walks me inside the strange building. I look around there walls are
    rosy red with nursery-style wall paper bordering the edges.

    I look over to my mom as she lets go of my hand. She says “I will be
    back to pick you up in around four hours okay”? I shake my head yes and
    kiss mommy good-bye as she leaves. I sit there scared and alone. One of
    the kids stops playing with some blocks and comes up to me. He is a
    small boy about five years old with short brown hair and brown eyes and
    white pasty skin.

    The boy welcomes me “Hi I’m Tristen what’s your name”? I look at him
    not knowing what to say to him so I ask him in a shaky voice. “Hi…I’m
    Erick, you been here before”?

    He replies “No this is my first time, you”?

    I tell him “Yeah, same.”

    Tristen looks over at the blocks and asks “So you want to play or
    something.”

    I shake my head yes and ask “what should we play?”

    “How about the blocks?” he suggests. I shrug my shoulders and walk over
    to the blocks with Tristen.

    "How many words can you spell?” I ask him as I elbow him in the side.

    Rubbing his side he replies “Three, how about you?”

    “Five,” I boast.

    We sat there playing with the blocks until interrupted by the day care
    worker. She was a very tall and had golden long blond hair and emerald
    green eyes and a bright pink dress on with a bow tied around her waist.

    She gently welcomes us and tells us all, “Hi everyone I’m Rebecca and I
    will be watching you all until your parents come back to pick you up in
    a couple of hours, now it’s time for snacks so everyone go and get your
    snacks and it in the circle.” We all obey her commands and grab our
    snacks out of our bags and rush into the circle rug in the middle of
    the room.

    Tristen opens up his bag and pulls out some juice and candy and looks
    over at me and asks “What you get for a snack?”

    I open my snack up and remove the apple juice, crackers and grapes and
    lay them out on the rug and reply “I got all this,” pointing to my
    snack.

    Tristen starts eating his snack and I notice he is holding his groin
    with one hand and holding his juice box in the other. I look at him
    confused and he looks away and continues drinking.

    After he finished drink I noticed he was still holding his groin and
    now was sitting crossed legged. I ask him in a confused voice, “Why are
    you doing that?”

    “I need to pee,” he tells me in a nervous voice. I start to giggle and
    as I do realize I too had to pee.

    Tristen looked at me and realized me starting to squirm and says “looks
    like you have to pee too”. I blushed when he says this and turned to
    look at the washroom. I saw to my horror that the door was closed.

    I quickly look over to Tristen with a worried face and asked him
    “Someone is in there what should we do?”

    Tristen, now doing the pee pee dance, cried out, “I don’t know but I
    have to pee badly.” Now I really had to pee and could not help it and
    started to pee right there in my pants.

    Tristen noticed the wet circle form around the crutch of my pants. He
    asks, "What happened?"

    I turn a dark red and turn around to cover my wet crutch with my hands.
    I try to cover up what I have done and tell Tristen “Ah...ah…nothing
    happened.” I say it with fear and as I do I begin to tremble.

    Tristen, deep down knowing what I have done, continues his
    interrogation in hopes of getting me to admit to my humiliating act. He
    prods at me to answer, “Tell me, come on, please.” I turn around to
    look at him and move my hands reviling my wet crutch.

    I crack out of humiliation and fear of wetting and blurted out “I wet
    my pants I couldn’t hold it any longer” tears start to run down my
    face. Tristen starts to giggle but then relives that he too still has
    to pee. He sees the bathroom door open and heads to the door. My mind
    begins to race and I think fast and block the way to the bathroom door.

    Tristen begins to protest my actions “What are you doing I need to pee
    move out of the way so I can go”. In his voice you can hear his urgency
    to go.

    I tell him “No if…if I let you go you will tell the lady that I wet
    myself.”

    He begs as he dances, “Please, let me go, please! I’m telling you, I
    wont tell on you, PLEASE!” As he says this you can see puddle starts to
    form around where he is standing.

    “Look what you made me do! Look now! I’m as wet as you!” He yells at me
    and in his rage he alerts Rebecca. She turns and heads our way. As she
    does Tristan’s anger turns to fear and he runs up beside me to help
    hide the fact he is wet.

    He whispered “Now look what you have done we are both wet and are going
    to get in trouble and made fun of.”

    I turned and faced the Rebecca she looked down and our pants and sees
    that we were wet. She asked in a pleasant voice “What happened here,
    you two?” I looked over at Tristen then face her and say “I had an
    accident and so did Tristen.” my voice starts to crack up. I was
    getting upset.

    She calmed me and Tristen down and in a soothing voice and said, “It’s
    alright, accidents happen. Let’s go get you two cleaned up.”

    Tristen and me both grab her hand and both question her, “Where are we
    going?”

    She tells us, “To the back room where we can get you both cleaned up
    and I can go over the rules with you guys.”

    As she said this I looked over to Tristen and see the same face of fear
    I had on as we both thought of what could be waiting us in the back
    room.

    Part 2

    We enter the room clinging onto Rebecca’s hands. Tristen and I look
    around the bight white room. On the wall you can see baby change tables
    that are slightly bigger then normal and rows of toddler diapers and
    pull-ups. My heart is now racing as I think of what will be next.

    Rebecca begins her instructions: “Alright, you two, I will go over the
    rules we have at this daycare.” I just stand there and listen.

    “If you wet your pants you have to wear pull-ups.” I nod to show that I
    understand.

    “If you wet your pull-ups you will have to wear only a diaper until
    home time; you understand?” Tristen and I both shake our heads yes in
    unison.

    “But because this is your first time here and you didn’t know the rules
    I will give you both a second chance.” My face lights up at the sound
    of this.

    “You both can go get some spare clothes your moms dropped off and wear
    them instead of pull-ups.” As she said this Tristen and I went over to
    the front where our bags are and grabbed are spare clothes and headed
    back to the changing room to go get changed.

    We took off our wet clothes and underwear and put them into the bag in
    exchange for our dry ones. It felt good to be in dry close again and
    after changing Tristen and I left to go play some more with but as we
    were leaving the room we were stopped by Rebecca.

    “There still is one more thing you have to do.” We both looked at her
    curiously as see pulled two belts with locks on them out from the
    shelves behind her.

    “What’s with the belts”? I query.

    “They lock so that you have to ask me to use the washroom.” I shrug and
    let her place it on me. She then does the same for Tristen.

    “Let’s go play now,” Tristen says eagerly.

    “Okay,” I answer as I follow him out of the room. We left the changing
    room and looked around to see what to do.

    I look over at Tristen and ask, “What should we go play now?”

    Tristen scanned the room for what to do. He looks over to the computer
    lab and he suggests we go play math circus.

    He claims, “I’m the best at math circus in the whole wide world there
    is no way you can beat me.”

    “I tell him no, I bet you I will win”. And with that we ran over to the
    computers to play.

    As we did Rebecca declared, “Potty time in ten minuets everyone,”
    making sure to look over in our direction.

    We sit there playing, each of us claiming to be better then the other.
    “No, I’m winning.” I argue back at Tristen.

    Tristen then tells me, “You are not winning because I…”

    He is interrupted by Rebecca who is calling everyone letting us all
    know “Its potty time.”

    I look over to Tristen and complain, “I don’t have to go and I don’t
    want to stop playing.”

    He tells me “Well, at least try.” At this I get up and walk to the
    bathroom where Rebecca unlocks my belt and lets me into the bathroom.

    I enter the bathroom and head to the toilet and try to pee. I stand
    there but nothing happens no matter how hard I try so I leave. When I
    get out Rebecca refastens my belt and unlocks Tristen’s. I watch him
    enter the bathroom. It was not long before he came back out and like me
    got his belt refastened.

    Tristen comes up to me and asks me “You able top go pee”?

    “No,” I tell him.

    He looks at me with a worried face but I tell him “. No worries we
    won’t pee.

    “I hope you’re right” Tristen’s voice sounding worried.

    I head over to go back to the computers but am stopped by Tristen who
    says to me “The computers are boring let’s go outside” He says this as
    he is getting his running shoes on.

    I go and get my shoes on and after I do I slap Tristen on the back and
    yell “You’re it” and run outside to the playground. He follows after me
    close on my tail. I run up and down trying to avoid him but he gets me
    as I climb the slide.

    He grabs hold of my legs and calls out “You’re it”. I slide down and
    case him around the swings for a good five minutes until he stops.

    “Why you stop?” I question him.

    “I need a drink” he tells me.

    I say to him “No you just don’t want to be it because I was going to
    win.”

    Tristen crosses his arms and then look at the water fountain and said
    “How about a water drinking contest”?

    “How’s that work”? I question him.

    “Simple, do as I do.” He takes a drink of water that lasts a good
    thirty seconds. “Okay, your turn.”

    Not to be out done I took a big long drink for a whole minute. Before I
    could say anything Tristen moved me over and Drank for no less then two
    minutes! Trying to out do him I sipped for a good two and a half
    minutes before sitting down. As I sat down he chugged for Three
    minutes! When he was done he claimed victory after I told him I could
    not get up anymore because my stomach hurt.

    “I won! I won!” Tristen cheered as I sat there.

    During his little cheer Rebecca came out and told us “You have to come
    in; it’s naptime now.”

    As she said this I got a strange feeling in my groin. I had to pee
    again and bad. I asked her “Can I go pee pee before naptime?”

    “No, I’m sorry; you have to wait until after I don’t want you going to
    the washroom waking up any of the kids.” I tried to argue but she was
    not going to hear it so I went inside quietly and went to a bed in the
    room. I looked over at Tristen who obviously needed to pee as well. I
    got under the covers and closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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    Part 3

    I wake up to the sound of Rebecca’s voice “Time to wake up, everyone.”

    I look under the covers and to no surprise to me I’m very wet. I look
    over at Tristen my mind moving a mile a minute. I tell him “I’m wet”! I
    begin to get scared Rebecca his heading my way.

    He looks over and sees my wet bed sheets and blanket and looks down to
    check his own. He is dry he gets up and informs me “I made it through
    nap time but now I need to pee very badly”!

    I begin to cry as I see Rebecca come my way. She looks over at me and
    doesn’t even ask what was wrong. Instead, she tells me, “It’s all
    right. Accidents happen. Come with me so we can get you cleaned up
    again.”

    As she is saying this Tristen gets in line for the washroom but is
    unable to hold it and I hear a break out of laughter. Tristen had wet
    his pants and was now crying. Rebecca rushes over to his aid and tells
    the other kids “Its not funny guy I can remember a time or two were you
    didn’t make it to the washroom.”

    The kids go deadly quit except for Tristen who is still crying she
    takes him and me by the hand and leads us to the back room once again.
    She settles us down before telling us “Okay, you two, the rules around
    here state that if you wet your pants you have to wear a pull-up.”
    Tristen and I look as though we are about to cry again.

    “Don’t give me the long faces. I gave you guys another chance,” she
    tells us. “Now get your dirty clothes off so we can get you changed.”
    She instructs and as she is Tristen and I remove our wet close. She
    grabs pampers pull-ups from the dresser they were feel and learns with
    blue stars on them that fad if wet. She helps me into one. She then
    grabs one for Tristen and does the same.

    We stand there now in nothing but are pull-ups. She hands us both clean
    shirts and tells us “Okay all done you can head out and play with the
    other kids now.”

    “What no pants?” I question.

    “Sorry you have no clean pants left you will have to wear what you have
    until your mommy comes back” she explains.

    Tristen then asks me “What are we going to do now if we go out and play
    with the other kids they will make fun of us for being in pull-ups”?

    I peek my head out the door and look out at all the kids playing. I
    notice no one is near the puzzles and tell Tristen “We can simply play
    with the puzzles no one will see us there.”

    We quickly go to the door as to run out to play some more when we are
    stopped again “If you guys wet again you will have to wear a diaper for
    the rest of the day” she warns us.

    We sat over by the puzzles and I opened a box up and removed all the
    pieces. I start to put together the puzzle. “C’mon fit ah work ah
    c’mon.”

    Tristen looks over at me and tells me, “It’s okay, no need to get mad.”
    At that I throw the pieces into the air.

    “I’m done with puzzles” I tell him.

    As I do I hear Rebecca telling everyone, “Lunch time everyone, grab
    your lunches and sit back down in the circle.”

    “She can’t be serious if…if we have to go out there and sit down
    everyone will see us”. I tell Tristen.

    “Yeah, but if we don’t she will be really mad at us” Tristen’s face no
    looking very scared.

    “We will simply have to risk it then,” I say and at that grab my lunch
    and sit on the far edge of the circle. Tristen is soon to follow he
    sits next to me and we open are lunch bags begin to eat.

    As we do you can hear the other kids looking around and staring at us
    and some even started snickering. I begin to turn very red and as I do
    notice a warm feeling in my crutch. I look down and notice my pull-up
    stars begin to fade.

    Tristen notices what I did and whispers at me “what are you doing”?

    I look over at him and tell him “I didn’t even notice I was wetting”!
    As I say this I start to get upset as I realize what is going to happen
    to me if I get caught. I get up and run out of site of everyone into
    one of the closets.

    Tristen is then approached by Rebecca she asks him “Were Erick go I
    have to check if you have to go pee.”

    Tristen then looks around the room trying to get a glance of me and
    says “I will go get him and tell him you want to see use.”

    Tristen looks around until finally he comes across me crying in a
    closet curled up with everyone’s shoes. I tell beg him “Don’t tell
    anyone I’m hear I am going to stay here until its time to leave.”

    Tristen tells me, “You have to back out there Rebecca is looking for
    you and she wants us to check if we have to pee.”

    I start to get relay upset and tell him “if that happens she will see
    I’m wet!”

    Tristen the tells me “I will wet, too.”

    I look at him very confused “What you mean?”

    “So you are not the only one in a diaper I will wet, too,” he tells me.

    “You would do that?” I ask in astonishment.

    “Yeah,” and with that we both went over to see Rebecca who instantly
    noticed that are stars had faded shaking her head she said “You two
    know the drill” and she grabbed us back into the back room.

    We entered and she instructed us “Get up onto the table Erick you wait
    there. Tristen, I will get you next”. I got up onto the table and she
    took off me wet pull-up and I felt something soft on my crotch. She was
    putting baby powder on me.”

    “Don’t want you getting diaper rash,” she told me when see saw my face.
    I simply went along with it as she grabbed a plain white diaper from
    off the dresser and placed it under me and taped up the sides. She then
    stood me up and patted me on my padded bum. She then did the same thing
    to Tristen. We looked at each other and then at Rebecca.

    “Okay you two, it’s stories time, so I want you two to go sit down on
    the rug okay?” She tells us.

    We both nod are heads yes and go and walk out still in a bit of shock
    of being diapered. Everyone breaks out into laughter and starts calling
    us names like “diaper babies” that is until they see Rebecca enter the
    room.

    “Okay everyone settle down and sit down its story time”. Everyone
    hovered around her getting ready to listen to the story. Tristen and I
    sat in the back behind everyone as in hopes of no one else making fun
    of us for being diapered.

    I sit there and listen to the story and out of the corner of my eye I
    see Tristen sitting crossed legged. I ask him the obvious question
    “What’s wrong”?

    To my surprises he tells me nothing.

    I turn and face him “C’mon tell me you have to go pee right”?

    Now he seems to get mad as he is holding is crotch and tightly crossing
    his legs “No I don’t why you think that”?

    “Because you’re doing the pee pee dance” I say as I notice him starting
    to fidget.

    “No I’m just trying to get comfortable” he lies to me.

    I try to out smart him into admitting it “Fine don’t tell me then”

    “There is nothing to tell you”. He says

    “I know you have to pee why don’t you just go ask to go pee”? I ask
    him.

    He tells me “Okay yeah I have to pee and I can’t ask I’m to scared to
    ask in front of people”

    “I could always ask for you” I tell him.

    “You would do that for me”? He asks.

    “It’s the least I can do for you wetting so I was not the only one
    diapered” and with that I get up and walk to the front of the room and
    over to Rebecca.

    Everyone stares at me and she asks “What you need”?

    As I’m about to tell here I see Tristen in the back of the room
    shacking his head and mouthing “Tell her in private.”

    I bend over and showing my padded bum to the rest of the kids I can
    hear some laughing. I whisper into Rebecca’s ear “Tristen needs to use
    the washroom.”

    She looks at me then at Tristen and tell me “Go tell him to meet me in
    the hall way,” and with that her and Tristen enter the hallway. They
    come back and Tristen uses the washroom.

    The story wraps up to an end and I loom over at the door and see
    parents are coming to pick up there kids I look over at Tristen who has
    a yellowish diaper on. “I thought you went to the washroom?”

    “Yeah, I didn’t make it and now my mommy is going to be very mad at me”
    he says in a scared tone.

    Tristen’s mom heads over our way and she looks mad. She yells at
    Tristen. “Why are you diapered? How many times I tell you to use the
    toilet?”

    Tristen looks down at his feet unable to muster up the courage to say
    anything. “And what’s more your wet you couldn’t even stay dry in your
    baby diaper.”

    Starting to feel sorry for Tristen I notice my mom out of the corner of
    my eye. She too does not look to happy. “What’s this I have been told
    you have three accidents today is this true”? I nod my head yes then
    both parent notice one another.

    Tristen’s mommy greats my mommy “Hi there, how are you?”

    My mommy says “Not to bad how long have you been taking your son here”?

    “Today was my first day” she says

    “Same here. I was hoping to curve his wetting,” My mommy tells her.

    Tristen mommy comes up with an idea as she notices we are friends “Hey
    since we both have the same problem with are kids and they seem to get
    along how about we get to better know each other?”

    “That sounds like a great idea” and with that our mommies exchanged
    numbers.

    “Okay let’s go get you cleaned up” Tristen follows his mommy out and
    says good bye.

    I wave to him and gather my stuff and leave as well.

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