    This is an excerpt of a work in progress. I don't know whether
    anyone out there wants to read it, but it is here for the taking.
    It is not so much a story of preteen sex and diapers as it is
    about the short life of a boy who has a lot of personal issues to
    deal with. His "death" is not meant to be the end at all. In fact,
    the continuing story will have him in a new and more fulfilling
    incarnation. It starts with the untimely end of an 18 year old
    young man who has to undergo a judgment of sorts before those in
    the afterlife decide where he should go. He isn't a bad person,
    but he is a very sensual, sexual person. His life in this world is
    short. With luck, his afterlife will be much happier. None of this
    story is based upon any real person. It is total fiction. All the
    characters and events are also fictional. I hope you enjoy it. I
    am having fun writing it. Let me know what you think.

    All that being said, I hope you enjoy my story.

    Prefyre

    Title: Beginnings and Ends
    Author: Prefyre

    Bi, gay, Strt, b/b, mast, b/g, W/b, M/b, Dprs, W&M, Lt B&D

    NOTE: This story includes sexual content which may not be
    appropriate for younger readers.

    Chapter 1 - Michael's End

    	The damn clock tower wasn't helping any at all! I knew how
    late I was, but it wasn't my fault! My train was late and now I
    was going to be late for work. I was already 15 minutes late, and
    my boss expected my report on the concert on his desk first thing.
    I was already two weeks late with it, and now it was either on his
    desk, or I was in the unemployment line. So, I ignored the toll of
    the bells as I drug my briefcase and I off the train platform in
    search of a fast cab driver.
    	Traffic was horrendous, but I thought I saw a cab across the
    street that was just off-loading it's charge. I didn't hesitate a
    moment, I charged into traffic and steamed toward the opposite
    side. I never knew what hit me! There was a moment of blinding,
    searing white pain, and then NOTHING!
    	It was cold, dark, though there was light around me, but none
    I could go to or touch. It was a very strange feeling, especially
    since I wasn't feeling anything really. How I knew it was cold I
    don't even know, I just knew it was. I was thinking about how to
    get out of where ever the hell I was when I heard what sounded
    like a throat clearing; not a real sound, because near as I could
    tell, there wasn't any "sound" I could "hear", kind of like the
    light I couldn't go to. Anyway, you're waiting for a story, so....
    I "turned" in place and before me was a beautiful vision, angelic.
    "He" (I couldn't distinguish for sure whether it was male or
    female, but it seemed to lean toward the male end of the spectrum)
    asked, "Why are you here?"
    	Of course I wanted to know the same thing, so I answered with
    a question, "Where's here?"
    	"Limbo, Michael. Why are you here?" He asked me again.
    	I really wasn't in the mood for this shit, so I "yelled"
    back, "What the fuck is Limbo? And who the fuck are you?"
    	Now, the lit figure in front of me seemed to get a bit angry
    at me for what I was doing, he seemed to glow orange, and he
    thought angry thoughts, "Michael, you are in Limbo, which means
    you died! I'm your guardian, and you are NOT supposed to be here!"
    	Well, what the fuck! Damn sure I wasn't supposed to be here.
    My friend and I had a date tonight and this was going to put a
    serious chink in THOSE plans. I was a little pissed off too, "Well
    it ain't like I PLANNED this! What the hell am I supposed to do?
    You're my 'guardian' or whatever you call it, right? What's that
    mean?" I would have put my head in my hands and cried, but I
    realized that even though I felt normal, I had no hands... no head
    either for that matter. This was a little more than I could handle
    and so I DID start to cry.
    	My "guardian" came closer, his aura lightened as it seemed
    his anger faded, "There, now, I'm sorry about this," he thought to
    me, which didn't help a damn bit.
    	Through my "tears" I managed, "So if you're my guardian, and
    I'm dead, but I'm not supposed to be, how did it happen?" I
    thought I made sense, but my guardian seemed a bit confused.
    	"You have control over your destiny, Michael, I am only a
    guide," he answered. He really wasn't helping and he seemed to be
    struggling with something. "You died because you thought you were
    late.... mmhmm. Then you thought you missed your train so you ran
    into the street... mmmhmm... That's where I did go to work... I
    made you hear the bells tolling, but you didn't listen. If you
    had, you would have realized you were early, NOT late. Oh and you
    never saw that bus coming did you?"
    	I remembered the bus, the memory of the searing pain brought
    that memory back vividly now, I remembered seeing it, thinking I
    could beat it. It must have clipped me. I replied, "I saw it." Oh
    shit, what the hell was I going to do now? Then a memory from a
    movie I once saw came to me, "Hey, I wasn't supposed to die,
    right?" My guardian shook his head in the negative. "So, send me
    back!"
    	My guardian's aura turned a little blue and he answered,
    "Michael, I can't do that."
    	"Why?"
    	He went on, "Because your body is... well it's..."
    	"...it's what?" I prodded, already knowing the answer for the
    most part.
    	"Ruined," he finished with finality.
    	I was going through every negative emotion a dirty soul could
    ever have at that point, so I asked, "What happens now then, do I
    go to heaven, or....?"
    	"No, you can't go to heaven yet. But you're not destined for
    hell yet either. That was why I was assigned to you, to straighten
    you out, so you could one day go to heaven," he answered.
    	The main emotion now was fear, "Not....." I couldn't "say" it
    so I pointed down with a hand I didn't have.
    	He seemed to understand anyway and he answered, "I don't
    think so, this is most unusual. Oh, by the way, you should have
    taken your watch, not your friend's. His was an hour behind
    yours."
    	I remembered then that my best friend and I had bought our
    watches together, exactly alike. Oh poor Nick! We were supposed to
    meet after work and go out tonight. It had been a long time since
    I'd seen him and we were planning on some serious fun.
    	After we graduated high school, Nick went to work in
    Philadelphia, where they were an hour ahead of us. We had both
    been busy with work and college, and tonight was to be our first
    night out together in a long time. There were a couple of "juice
    clubs" in the city where we planned a night of heavy partying.
    	Nick had just gotten in last night and we spent the evening
    catching up before falling off to sleep. I must have picked his
    watch up from the table when I awoke this morning and thought it
    was mine. I was crestfallen. Here I was dead, and it seemed they
    didn't know what to do with me. Where exactly did that leave me?
    Is this where ghosts came from? Why did I only recently get a
    guardian angel (was he an angel?)? I had more questions than I
    could ask, and didn't know which to ask first. So I did the only
    thing I seemed good at right now... I "cried." When I was able to
    speak again (my guardian seemed quite patient) I asked the only
    question I thought would give me any current information. I
    figured the others could wait. "What's going to happen to me then,
    guardian?" I implored.
    	"We're working on that now, Michael," he replied.
    	That was all well and good, but what was I supposed to do in
    the meantime? For that matter, who the hell was "we?" So I asked
    the guardian that very question.
    	"Don't blaspheme, Michael. Your language and habits were the
    reasons I was assigned to you in the first place. The problem
    we're having is that you may qualify for one or two positions, but
    your immaturity may make you unfit for them. I'm talking to them
    about it now, please be silent."
    	Be silent? Immature? Who the fuck did he think HE was? Who
    did they think THEY were? Then it hit me... They were the ones who
    controlled my destiny. Many's the time I thought I would have
    plenty of time to get my shit together and make my peace with the
    Almighty before I took my last breath. I never thought I would
    check out so suddenly. Apparently they didn't either though,
    because now they were debating my faith. I decided I would wait it
    out silently.
    	Shortly my guardian turned his attention to me. He asked,
    "Are you a good person, Michael?"
    	"Of course. I mean I've made some mistakes in my day, but I
    never killed anybody, you know?" I answered.
    	He went on, "They want me to put you to the Responsibility
    and Truthfulness Test."
    	I was dumbfounded, "What the f...; he.... heck; is the
    Responsibility and Truth Test?"
    	"TRUTHFULNESS. It is a test to see if you can be held
    accountable for your sins. It is a test to see what your state of
    mind was at the time they were committed. Afterward we will know
    what we can do with you," he said.
    	"So this is my judgment day, then?" I asked, scared.
    	He glowed brightly and said, "Maybe. Are you prepared."
    	Of course I wasn't prepared. How the fuck could I be prepared
    when I wasn't even prepared to die. Since I didn't see where
    bringing that point up would help, I nodded.

    Chapter 2 - Michael's First Test Answers

    	Guardian took more of a human than light shape. He looked
    very judgmental. "I thought St. Peter presided over judgment day,"
    I stated kind of surprised.
    	"I told you Michael, your situation is different. You're not
    supposed to be here yet. It is causing.... difficulties," he
    stated.
    	"So you're deciding what's gonna happen to me then?" I asked.
    	Guardian seemed impatient. He shook his head sadly, "No,
    Michael, the Committee is to decide your fate. Now please only
    answer my questions. You will answer truthfully. You will answer
    fully. This is your Test. This will determine your fate."
    	Suddenly I could not seem to have a thought other than the
    guardian and his questions. My whole being was focused on him and
    whatever he wanted to know. It was scary. My "voice" answered,
    "Yes, Guardian."
    	"Michael, you worshiped other than your God."
    	I was compelled to answer; I was unable to stop the flow of
    thoughts as they rushed out.
    	"I did not worship other than God, but I didn't really
    worship God either. I thought sometimes that He didn't exist."
    	Guardian moved to the next question, "Michael, you disobeyed
    your mother and father."
    	My life was being reviewed to the Commandments? Oh shit I was
    going to hell! The words flooded from my soul. "My parents were
    always after me to do things I didn't want to do. They thought it
    would be good to have things like chores and other work to do. I
    gave in only when I thought I would be punished for not completing
    my work. I loved them, but I did not tell them I loved them in the
    last year they were with me. I did not tell them I loved them
    before they died."
    	I hadn't realized I hadn't told my parents that I loved them.
    I was ashamed. I hoped I would be able to see them now that I, too
    had passed to the next place.
    	Guardian made no comment, just went on to the next part of
    the test. "Michael, you committed adultery, lied, coveted others
    property."
    	There was no way I was going to admit to all of that. So I
    though, but the Truth flooded from my being, "I wanted Nicky to
    myself. But I loved girls too. So did Nick. We loved each other
    deeply, since we were kids. I loved many people, and didn't know
    the difference, at least in the beginning, between gay, bi and
    straight. I guess I was all of those things." My truths were
    making me very ashamed, but I knew the truth of this too, I was a
    sex fiend. I was addicted to sex, and I loved all of the different
    games I played, whether I wanted to play in the beginning or not.
    It all came flooding out. My heterosexual, bisexual and homosexual
    exploits all came out of my mind like I was shouting them, and I
    couldn't hold back:
    	Seven years ago, I was in the locker room with Nicky, who was
    11. We grew up in the same town, though he didn't live close
    enough to me to play together after school without getting a ride.
    He was my best friend and boy, did he had a great ass! I stared at
    it whenever I thought I had the chance. Pee-wee soccer had just
    ended and our coach always insisted we go into the locker room and
    shower afterward. Nicky had the cutest little ass over perfectly
    formed legs. His chest showed the beginnings of what he would grow
    into, I fine looking young man. He had no hair anywhere except on
    his head. His cock was small and uncut. I sexually matured early,
    so I had a little bit of pubes on my privates and my dick was
    bigger than his, and I was circumcised. When I looked at his ass
    especially, my cock would start to tremble. I didn't understand
    what was going on at the time, and I kept it to myself because I
    knew how embarrassing it was to have an erection in class with
    clothes on, let alone in a locker room with nothing but a towel
    around my package. Anyway, when Nicky got in the shower and soaped
    up his body, his perfection was enhanced. The only thing that
    marred his perfection in any way was that, except for during and
    after his showers, Nicky always smelled a little like he pissed
    himself. It didn't bother me, because I was allergic to most
    everything so I didn't really smell it much. It bothered others
    though, so Nick had a hard time making friends. The other boys
    called him piss-pants. Sometimes I would see him come into class
    and his eyes would be red. I thought he might have been crying,
    though I never asked him. I know he never cried when he was with
    me, and I stuck up for him when I was around.
    	I knew that homosexuality was not normal because we talked
    about it in class, and I didn't think I was gay. I looked at girls
    in much the same way as I was now looking at Nick. If the right
    girl was close enough, or even if I smelled her, I would get hard.
    Nicky did that to me too, though, and I was kinda confused about
    it. At any rate it didn't seem to effect our friendship any, but
    he lived too far away for me to see him outside of school.
    	Anyhow, I didn't actually do anything about how I felt about
    Nick until about a year later. We were in the showers after being
    late getting off the field. The other guys all got to go earlier.
    Coach caught me wrestling with Nick when we were supposed to be
    doing drills. So coach made us call our parents and tell them we
    were gonna be late, then he made us run a few extra laps at the
    end of practice. The only people left in the building at that time
    were the janitors and they were cleaning at the other end. They
    didn't come in the locker room until all us kids were gone.
    	When I got in the shower Nicky was already there. He had
    started the water and his arm was held out feeling for the right
    temperature. Like me, Nicky was still breathing heavily and his
    lithe body was covered in a sheen of sweat. I was already excited
    by our wrestling match, which was interrupted by the laps coach
    made us run. I didn't feel like wrestling quite the same way any
    more. At 12, Nicky's perfection was even more apparent than last
    year. Neither one of us were especially big in stature (and would
    never be, but we had a cute boyishness that got us plenty of
    girls). His rounded ass was awesome. It was pale where his shorts
    didn't let it tan. His back and shoulders were rippled with just
    developing muscles. His legs were thin, but also muscular. His
    uncut cock hung longer than last time, and instead of being fully
    enclosed by his foreskin, the head kind of peaked out the end very
    cutely. My dick was hard as an iron rod. I was turned away from
    him so he couldn't see the effect he was having on me. We were
    alone, so there was no way he could have mistaken why I was so
    excited. I tried to take my mind off him as my shower water came
    to the right temperature, but fate (or whatever it is that makes
    these things happen) intervened.
    	Nick was in the shower and I was doing my best to ignore him
    when suddenly there was commotion and a slapping sound beside me,
    followed by a pained yelp. I was at Nick's side in a minute,
    forgetting my own problems and thinking he wouldn't notice in his
    moment of pain. Nick had slipped on the tile floor and fell right
    on his left hip. When I got to him he was lying on the floor,
    wincing and holding his hip. I leaned over him as my cock was
    deflating from my concern for Nick's injury. Unfortunately my
    half-hard prick slapped against his right leg as I leaned over for
    a look at his sore hip. His flank was bruised but it looked like
    he was going to be okay. I started to get up, but Nick grabbed my
    arm. He was no longer showing signs of pain, but his look was
    weird. He looked wanting. He took my hand in his and lowered it to
    his cock, which was hard, even though it was still a little boy's
    dick. He now had sparse hair around the base of it and it was
    getting hard, and hot. He whispered, "Thanks, Mike, but this is
    hurting more than my hip right now.'"
    	I had never touched another person's penis before, and I was
    taken aback. I told him I wasn't sure what he needed. He answered,
    "Yeah you know all right, Mike. You been teasing the shit out of
    me for weeks. You get hard every time you look at me. I get the
    same way when I look at you." Normally I would have laughed it off
    as a joke, because Nick and I used to joke around about the other
    one being gay. His lust filled green eyes showed that he wasn't
    joking though. He was horny. His cock was big, about 5 1/2" long
    and thicker than mine. Puberty was being good to my slim friend.
    He pressed my hand to his hard cock and moved it in a rotating
    motion. I took over, my own prick rising to the occasion, and
    started to slowly massage the underside of his beautiful penis.
    The shower continued to roll over us but we didn't notice. My cock
    got all the way to it's 6" and started to pulsate my desire.
    Nicky's got all slick on the slit and he was moaning softly, his
    breath getting ragged.
    	Everything that happened next was spontaneous, hormonal
    sexual release. Nick started pushing back against my hand and his
    breathing got even faster. Before two minutes were up, he arched
    hard into the palm of my hand and began to grunt. His penis was
    pulsing thick ropes of semen into the palm of my hand as he jammed
    his hips into my hand. It's a good thing we were in the shower
    because he made quite a mess and I figured it wouldn't be long
    before I, too spurted cum everywhere. I couldn't help myself, as
    he came down off his sex high, his face became peaceful and I HAD
    to kiss him.
    	I always thought a girl would be my first kiss, but I'm not
    sorry it was my best friend. He was a helluva kisser. I hadn't
    given up on girls, but Nick was there, we were alone, and no one
    ever had to know. Besides, all the girls in class looked at us
    boys as children, since they matured earlier. Their friendship
    with most of us boys seemed forced and fake. Nick was genuine and
    so was his excitement. His sperm was all over my hand and his
    belly, and I knew it was a special moment for him, too so I
    lightly placed my lips on his and began to kiss him lovingly. I
    brushed against his lips first, and he was a little surprised, but
    he caught on quickly. As our lips crushed together his lips parted
    slightly and he quickly darted his tongue in my mouth. I liked
    that a lot and as we lay there in the shower, the water running
    over our teenaged bodies, I was French kissing a person for the
    first time in my life, and it seemed I was doing a good job. I was
    so excited that my animal instincts took over. At first I draped
    my leg over his softening dick and as we kissed I found a rhythm
    against his thigh. I thrust my 13 year old cock against his leg in
    uncontrollable spasms of horniness. He grabbed me hard and pulled
    me atop him. My dick was now touching his and the head of my penis
    was dipped into the leftover sperm on his belly.
    	As I became more excited, I moaned into his mouth my
    pleasure. He kneaded my ass cheeks, my balls began to rise into
    their sacks and he moaned back as his cock responded anew beneath
    me. I was just about over the edge when he stuck his finger right
    into my ass hole. I groaned loudly into his mouth and started to
    squirt my sperm into the puddle that was already on his belly. I
    must have came a quart. I felt the cum running between us, then
    down his side and onto the tile shower floor. I collapsed on top
    of him and we just laid there for a minute, catching our breath.
    His cock was hard again now, though, and I knew just what he
    needed. I reached my hand between our cum slick bodies and
    fingered the tip of his uncut penis. Just then, there was a noise
    as the gymnasium door opened and the coach called out to us asking
    if we were going home tonight. We quickly parted and cleaned the
    mess off our stomachs as our penises deflated. Yes sir, Nick was
    one beautiful boy.
    	We got dressed and went home. I didn't know whether to call
    Nick or not. We didn't say another word to each other after the
    shower. I thought we should talk and be certain we agreed that our
    play together should remain between us. Especially I didn't want
    to lose my best friend just because I couldn't control my cock.

    Chapter 3 - Nicky's Nappies

    	I was dumping my whole childhood sex life out to guardian and
    I didn't seem able to stop. Any time I would wind down and get
    quiet, guardian would re-invoke whatever magic he used to make me
    open up like I was and the next story would come pouring out.
    Guardian simply said, "Go on Michael," and go on I did:
    	Nicky didn't wait for me to call him, instead he called me
    and asked me to come over, because he wanted to talk. I felt a
    little uncomfortable, but I thought being at his house would be
    okay because I didn't think he would have called me if he still
    didn't like me. I figured we would talk about how we shouldn't
    have done what we did, then we would agree not to anymore. I was
    kind of upset by this, but didn't want to admit it. I told him I
    would be over as soon as I could get my big sister to drive me
    over (My mom and dad were still working and sis usually took me
    placed if she felt like it).
    	Karen gave me a hard time about being a pain in the ass
    little brother, but relented after I told her I'd do the dishes
    for her. I don't know why she always had to be so mean, but there
    wasn't anything I could do to change her, so....
    	Anyway, I did my sister's chores and she drove me over
    Nicky's. My little sisters were with mom and dad so we didn't have
    to worry about sitters or anything. The whole ride over I was
    nervous about what happened earlier today. I didn't want to lose a
    friend over a mistake, so I was ready to tell him we didn't have
    to do any touching anymore if he didn't want to. It wasn't that I
    felt what we did was a mistake, but he might not feel the same
    way. I didn't have to worry. When we got there, Nick was hanging
    out the front door. He shouted to the car asking if it was okay
    for me to spend the night since it was Friday and we were off
    school for the weekend. I yelled back I didn't bring any extra
    clothes, but Nick said I could borrow some of his since we were
    pretty close to the same size. Karen reminded me to do as I was
    told while I was at Nick's and I was overjoyed, thinking I could
    sneak a jerk-off or two during the night when no one would know
    and Nick was close by. Nick walked into the living room and threw
    himself on the couch. He had on a pair of loose pajama pants and
    they did nothing for his boyish figure. Everything looked so lumpy
    in contrast to the beautiful smooth body I had cum all over
    earlier. I asked him where his mom and dad were and he said they
    had gone out to dinner. I was a little surprised at this, and
    looked at him kinda funny. He said his big sister, Jade was
    watching him, but that his parents knew I was coming over. He also
    said Jade was a bit of a bully but otherwise she was okay. He said
    his mom and dad were so surprised he wanted a friend over that
    they told him I could stay as long as I wanted. I had never
    thought of it before, but all my contact with Nicky was in school
    or on the soccer field, and most recently, in the locker room.
    Nicky handed me a soda and started to talk. I had no clue about
    where he was going with this, but I somehow knew my life would be
    changed from here on in.
    	He told me he had different feelings about me since this
    afternoon and he wanted to talk about it. I knew exactly how he
    felt. I really felt weird sitting there next to him, undressing
    him with my eyes. He touched my chin and lifted my head so my eyes
    were on his instead of his crotch. He said, "Mike, I really like
    you lots, but there's things about me you need to know. I really
    liked what we did this afternoon, and I think you did too." I
    nodded, but was still at a loss to find words, so he went on.
    "Mike, I'm the same age as you. We're both got new big dicks, and
    I really liked rubbing out with you today. I would like to do it
    again, would you?" Still speechless, my head began again to
    descend to his cock, but he grew frustrated and lifted my head to
    his beautiful green eyes again.
    	I asked him, "Where's your sister?" I licked my lips and
    waited for him to answer. I was slightly bigger than Mike and a
    plan was forming in my horny mind. He said she was in her bedroom
    with the door closed and the stereo was on. I made like I suddenly
    needed to use the bathroom and dashed down the hall. I didn't know
    where the bathroom was though and I wound up in Nicky's bedroom
    instead. What I couldn't have known at the time was that the room
    I was in was Nick's. It was all done up in pastels and the bed had
    bars on it. It looked like an oversized nursery. I turned and Nick
    was at the door with a sad look on his face. His ears were red,
    and he didn't seem to be able to meet my eyes. I asked, "What
    Nick? And who's room is this?"
    	He quietly replied, "It's mine, Mike. This is what I wanted
    to tell you about." I was really confused. Here was my best
    friend. In fact, I thought I was in love with him or something,
    and he seemed to be telling me that his parents made him sleep in
    a nursery. Even more important at the time, my feigning needing to
    piss was becoming a true need. I asked him where the bathroom was
    and he led me to a room with a sink and a bathtub. I looked around
    and there was no toilet to be seen. I knew that some houses had
    the toilet in a different place, so I turned to Nick and asked him
    where it was. He told me his parents took it out a few years back
    because it wasn't needed and the space in the room could be put to
    better use. In the place he pointed to was a huge table that
    looked like what my mom used to use when she changed my little
    sister, Sadie's diaper. I looked back at him in a funny way I
    guess, because he just shrugged and turned back into his bedroom.
    Now I really had to pee, so I followed him out and asked him where
    I could go. Nick said he didn't have any place for me to go and
    sat down heavily on the bed.
    	I remembered then that whenever I was hard, I couldn't pee,
    so I decided to get frisky with Nick to see if that would take my
    mind off my urinary distress. I decided I didn't have to pee right
    then as my cock was rising with the idea that I could have some
    play time with Nicky in his room (even though it did look like a
    big baby's room). I did a quick flying tackle and caught my friend
    on his shoulder, knocking him over backwards on the oversized
    crib. Before he could recover, I grabbed the waistband of his
    pajamas and pulled them down over his bottom, exposing what I'd
    hoped would be his gorgeous pale rear end. Instead I was met by
    something even paler and I breathed, "Holy shit, Nick, you're
    wearing a towel around your privates."
    	Nicky sobbed and said, "Yeah that's what I wanted to tell
    you, but it's a diaper, not a towel. And I HAVE to wear it. You
    know how they call me piss-pants in school?" I nodded, speechless.
    He went on, "You can leave now if you want, but please don't tell
    anybody. I can't do anything it. My mom and dad make me wear it."
    I didn't understand what Nick was trying to tell me, and I was
    really confused as to why he was crying. I rolled him over,
    leaving his diapered bottom exposed and looked into those
    wonderful green eyes and asked him why he was crying.
    	He told me that he wanted to be my friend, and that he really
    liked touching me, but he didn't want me to be surprised and find
    out about his diapers from his sister or someone else. I was still
    confused, never having met anyone other than a baby who wore a
    diaper and I said I didn't understand. He finished shucking off
    his pajama pants revealing a full sized cloth diaper complete with
    pins and large rubber pants. He said that he had to wear them to
    bed because he was a bedwetter. He said I needed to know
    everything about him if we were going to play together.
    	Being 13 didn't give me whole lot of life experience, so I
    asked him what he meant. He told me he wet the bed at night and
    had all his life. He said he tried everything to stop, like
    alarms, not drinking, even pinching his penis with a clamp
    (shudder), but nothing worked. No matter what, he would always
    wake up with a wet bed. He said that at first his dad thought he
    was just trying to get his mom to feel sorry for him, but when
    they took him to the doctor's office, they found out that Nick
    actually had a medical condition that made it impossible for him
    to hold his urine when he slept. He had a defective sphincter
    muscle (or something like that)around the tube that allows most
    people to hold their pee. His muscle had a scar that caused it to
    be impossible to completely close and his piss came out and he
    couldn't stop it. He said he was able to control the problem to
    small trickles during the day by limiting what he drank, but at
    night, his bladder filled to overflowing before he could wake up
    and he would pee himself. He said he was real embarrassed about
    it, but that I had to know. Now I knew why my perfect best friend
    smelled of urine all the time. He was constantly peeing himself.
    That also explained his thicker than usual underpants that I'd
    seen him wearing. They were actually oversized trainers!
    	I really didn't know how to handle it, but even more
    important at this point was finding a bathroom before I pissed all
    over MYSELF. I told him this, but he said he didn't have the key
    to his parent's room, and his sister wouldn't let me use hers. I
    was really bad and looked at the bathtub. Nicky said that I
    shouldn't because his sister would blame him, but if I didn't have
    any choice, it would be all right. He would just take it. I said,
    "Nicky, we can rinse it down the drain after I'm done." He said
    that wouldn't work because he wasn't allowed to run the water in
    there now because he was ready for bed now. I wondered why he was
    ready for bed so early, but at the time my bladder was full. This
    was getting serious, and I told him so. He told me there was a
    bathroom downstairs, off the hall. I would never make it and told
    him that too.
    	Then he got an idea. He asked me to stay on the bed and then
    he went into his bathroom. I jittered my leg up and down, and
    clamped my hand down on my barely controlled penis as I waited for
    his return. He came through the door with a white bundle and told
    me to lay down. Well there was no way I was gonna let him put any
    diaper on me and I told him so! He surprised me, nodded and sadly
    told me to go ahead and pee in the tub.
    	I couldn't get him in trouble though, so I told him I would
    kill him if he ever told anyone, then I laid down on the bed and
    undid my belt. He smiled and moved my hands from the top of my
    jeans. He undid the button and began sliding the zipper down. The
    further the zipper went down, the further up my cock went. I was
    feeling a little weird about the diaper thing, but he was cute, in
    a nappy or not, and I wanted to please him. He shucked off my
    jeans and left me lying there a moment with my cock pulsing,
    trying to burst out the top of my underpants. At least I had my
    need to pee under control, at least temporarily. He grasped my
    briefs by the elastic and shucked them off me causing my dick to
    swing back against my lower belly with a dull slap. We both
    giggled at my predicament. Nicky had his hand open and as I
    watched I thought he might jack me off right there, when suddenly
    his sister barged into the room. "Nicky Lupa, just what do you
    think you're doing?" She yelled.
    	I looked over at his sister. Even angry Jade was gorgeous.
    She had Nicky's green eyes, but she definitely did NOT have a
    boyish figure. She was 15 and a boy's wet dream. Her tits were
    perfect, her ass had a little curve to it, and I thought I would
    like to kiss her, even when she was mad, like now. Unfortunately
    at that point none of that mattered. Nick had just instinctively
    pulled his hand away from my privates and there I was, naked below
    the waist, my cock deflating quickly. Nick looked at her and
    hollered back, "Geez, Jade! How many times I gotta tell ya not to
    barge in my room like that? You scared the shit out of me!"
    	Jade softened only a little and answered, "When you stop
    playing around with diapers, you baby. I can't believe you were
    playing with a dick! So, you're a GAY diaper boy." Then she saw
    the pile of diapers, "You can't put those on him you know. Mom and
    dad will have a fit." Well at that time I didn't care a damn about
    anything. My prick was completely deflated now and my bladder was
    about to burst. If I didn't get moving quickly, I was going to
    mess Nicky's bed. I pushed him out of the way, grabbed my privates
    in the universal signal of "I gotta go," and ran towards Nick's
    bathroom for the tub. Jade intercepted me though and said, "Mike,
    you can't use this bathroom, there's no toilet." She fished in her
    pocket for a key and gave it to me, then she went on, "Just go
    down the hall and on the right you'll see a bathroom. Use the key
    on the door and you can use they're toilet, but lock it on your
    way out. Nicky's not allowed to use a toilet because he makes too
    much of a mess."
    	I hustled down the hall, doing the "I Gotta Go Mombo." I only
    got about halfway down the hall when my bladder let loose. Urine
    began streaming down my legs and outside my cupped hands of it's
    own volition. I did the only thing a 13 year old who was pissing
    himself in front of a beautiful girl could do. I let it finish
    streaming out my cock tube and I cried. Sobbed was more like it.
    My body wracked with sobbing the likes I couldn't remember. I just
    wanted the world to gobble me up right there, my embarrassment was
    so great. Jade's mouth was wide open. I was crushed. Nicky had a
    tear running down his cheek (I asked him later why and he told me
    he knew just how I felt).
    	"Damn, Mike, what the hell's the matter with you?" She asked.
    Then she disappeared into her own bedroom and came out with a
    small stack of towels. She through them at me, shook her head and
    started to turn and walk away when the phone rang. Jade ran for
    the phone and left me to clean up the mess I'd made. As I was
    sopping up the pungent yellow liquid that was the cause of my
    embarrassment, Jade came into the hallway with the portable phone.
    I overheard her conversation with her mom.
    	"No, I'm sure he didn't mean to..... No, he's a real nice
    kid, this is the first trouble I've had...."
    	I was thinking as the towels became yellow with my soaked up
    urine that all I wanted right now was to go home.
    	Jade went on, "I don't want to make him do anything he
    doesn't want to do, but Nick was putting one on him when I walked
    in his bedroom..... It's nothing I can't handle, mom..... Yes, I'm
    sure..... I might have to do another load of wash, or even go to
    the store, but you and dad left us plenty of money..... No I think
    you guys need to get away. I can handle everything..... He's a
    great kid, and he's getting along great with Nicky despite his
    problem.... I'll handle everything, don't worry.... He can stay
    all weekend if he wants to..... No, I know why you won't open your
    bathroom, and mine is off limits, too..... Mike can decide what he
    wants to do..... Okay mom, give dad a kiss for me...... Love you
    too, have fun, bye."
    	I finished sopping up my piss and was standing there holding
    three towels full of my own liquid. Jade told me to take them to
    Nick's room and put them in the diaper pail. Nick was sitting on
    his bed. He seemed upset, but I didn't know what to say, so I said
    nothing, went over to the covered plastic white diaper pail,
    opened the lid and placed the wet towels in. Jade was right on my
    heals, and nodded approvingly before turning her attention to
    Nick.
    	"I'm sorry I yelled at you Nicky," she said, "I wasn't aware
    how bad Mikey needed that diaper."
    	Nick seemed to brighten at that, though he still didn't say
    anything. Then Jade turned to me, "Mikey, you and I have a
    problem. Now, we have rules here about who gets to use what
    bathrooms. Daddy won't let me let any boys in my bathroom. He says
    it's got something to do with what brothers do to their sisters
    when they see them naked. I don't know what he's worried about
    because I have no intention of doing anything with skinny butt
    over there," she pointed back at Nick, whose butt was thin, but
    hardly "skinny". "Anyway, that means you're not allowed to use my
    bathroom and daddy and mommy said I have to hold on to the keys to
    their bathroom until they get back. That leaves you three choices.
    Number one, you can go home. Number two, you have to use the
    downstairs bathroom, but you have to be able to make it. And
    number three, you can stay and wear a diaper like Nick does. It's
    up to you. I'll let you and Nick talk it over and you can come to
    my room when you're ready. Don't forget to knock."
    	I really didn't want to share the rest of this part of my
    life with the guardian. He didn't seem to be making any judgments
    to this point, but many would think that the next part of my life
    was quite private. I personally didn't think I did anything wrong,
    especially given the emotionally painful turn my life was about to
    take. I stopped my story at this point hoping the guardian would
    let me stop 'talking' about it. It wasn't to happen though as
    guardian looked into me and thought, 'Go on Michael.'

    Chapter 4 - Cocoon

    	"Please Guardian, don't ask this of me!" I sobbed, "Send me
    to hell, if you must, but don't make me tell this part."
    	"I must Michael. We cannot make a decision about you until we
    know all there is to know of you. GO ON Michael."
    	The compulsion was strong; my sobs subsided so that I was
    able to continue my story:
    	Nick stood up and walked over to his stereo. His rubber pants
    crinkled a little when he walked. I realized I hadn't noticed it
    before. He leaned down, the stark white of the diaper beneath
    pressed against his pants outlining his ass beneath the cloth.
    Nicky punched on the stereo and a rock tune played. Nick didn't
    seem to be really listening as he turned it down to background
    music. I felt kind of embarrassed standing there staring at Nicky
    with my cock and balls in the breeze. I was still sobbing softly
    and silently. Nicky looked up at me for a minute, then turned
    away. "You wanna call your house, Mike?" he asked.
    	I looked at him, he looking down at his bed and fiddling with
    the pastel blue covers and asked back, "Why?"
    	Nicky began to sob too then and he cried, "Oh God, Mike, I'm
    sorry! I didn't mean to get you in trouble. I was just trying to
    help. I don't blame you if you never want to see me again!" He
    dropped his face into his covers and started to cry hard.
    	I could hear the pain in his sobs. I said, "No, no, no,
    Nicky! You didn't do anything wrong. I know that! I guess I have
    DO to go home though." That filled me with a sadness I didn't
    understand. After all that had happened in the last hour, any
    twelve year old boy would be confused.
    	Nicky stopped crying so hard and wiped his face in his
    blankets, then he turned without picking his head up off the bed.
    He looked stunning. His body was hidden beneath his shirt, but I
    knew what it felt like to be close to that wonderful body and I
    was starting to ache to be near him again. He gathered himself
    together and said, "I understand about you wanting to go home. But
    please, please, don't tell anyone about...." He looked down at his
    diaper.
    	"Nicky, I wouldn't tell a soul, I swear. Not ever! Not even
    if I was tortured!" I hoped that was enough to convince him that
    his secret was safe with me.
    	He looked relieved, so I guess he believed me. He said, "You
    wanna go downstairs and call home then?"
    	I didn't really want to go home. The more I thought about it,
    the more I was sure I didn't want to go. The more I thought about
    it, the more I wanted to stay with my best friend. Then the phone
    rang. I heard Jade's door open and she walked down the hall and
    picked the phone up. I couldn't hear what was being said.
    	A minute or two later she came and knocked quietly on Nick's
    door, "Mike, are you still in there?" she asked. That was the
    first time she called me Mike today.
    	I answered, "Yes."
    	She opened the door slowly. Her face was drawn. She looked
    upset about something. She said, "The phone is for you." A tear
    was forming in the corner of her eye as she approached me with the
    phone.
    	I was scared to take it from her because of how she looked,
    but I put my hand out slow and took it anyway. I put the earpiece
    to my ear and answered it, "H... h... hello?"
    	It was my sister, Karen. She was sobbing out of control,
    hardly able to talk at all. She said mom and dad were in a car
    wreck. She said they had dropped our sisters off at Aunt Joan and
    Uncle George's, then they were going shopping. They were in a
    wreck on the way. She said a tractor trailer hit them and they
    never had a chance. She said Uncle George was coming to the house
    to pick us up and that I needed to be home right away. I was in
    such shock that all I could do was murmur that I would be ready to
    be picked up. Karen said she would show Uncle George how to get
    there.
    	My shock was so complete that I don't even remember crying.
    The next week went by in a blur and stupor as we buried my mom and
    dad. I remember feeling guilty that I didn't feel the sorrow at
    their passing that my older sister felt. I thought I was a "big
    boy" but I had a hard time grasping the permanence of the loss of
    my parents. My aunt and uncle moved in with us because our house
    was larger than theirs. The boys slept in the same room and the
    girls were split between the other two kids' bedrooms. I was on
    automatic in all but one sense. I did my chores. I went back to
    school, I did my homework and sat out looking at the stars,
    wishing my mom and dad back. Uncle George and Aunt Joan were very
    understanding and sympathetic. They gave me my space. Basically
    they left me alone because I didn't really want to talk about
    anything. I think they were getting worried though. You see, I
    started to wet the bed. Now I know you're probably thinking that I
    was doing it on purpose because I wanted to be like Nick, but that
    was the farthest thing from my mind. In fact I was a bit
    fascinated that I had found it so strange that Nick was a
    bedwetter and now I was in the same boat, though my problems
    appeared to be mental. I had even avoided seeing Nick because I
    didn't want to feel like I had to admit to him that I was now a
    bedwetter too.
    	We seriously tried everything we could to stop. I stopped
    drinking anything hours before bed. I would awake parched, but
    nonetheless wet. We tried alarms, but they didn't seem to wake me
    in time. One time I woke to the alarm, but my pants were already
    soaked. I have no idea how long the alarm rang before I noticed
    it. We tried a clamp but all that did was hurt my penis, so I had
    a wet bed and a black and blue penis. We went to the pediatrician.
    He did all kinds of tests (the needles hurt bad) but he didn't
    find anything wrong. The doctor sent me to another kind of doc
    that I found out later was a child psychologist. She was nice, but
    she said I was otherwise normal for a child who had lost his
    parents traumatically. I didn't think I was normal though, I was
    mad at them for leaving me. It took a long time for me to forgive
    them, but the psychologist DID help me with that. I had sleep
    tests. Finally everyone decided that as a defense, my mind was
    putting me into such a deep sleep that I didn't feel the need to
    urinate before it overflowed and I wet. She said that I would
    eventually outgrow it, and to try and make me as comfortable with
    it as possible.
    	That was when I got my own diapers. You might think after my
    experience with Nick that I would look forward to the diapers, but
    this was almost six months after that and I wasn't looking at it
    in an exciting way anymore. Maybe it was because before I didn't
    need them, but now that I DID, I didn't like the idea. At any
    rate, when the disposable oversized Pampers came into the house, I
    broke into tears and ran to my room while yelling I wasn't going
    to wear them. How could they do this to me? How could my parents
    have left me like this? I threw myself on my bed and cried as hard
    as I think I ever have. I heard Uncle George and Aunt Joan in the
    living room talking to each other, but I couldn't make out what
    they were saying.
    	Karen and my younger sister Sadie came in the room. At 17,
    Karen was quite a beautiful woman to me, but the pain of it was
    she looked so much like mom that I had been having a hard time
    talking to her lately without feeling the loss of mom. At 10,
    Sadie was a lot of energy pent up and ready to explode it seemed,
    but she too felt our parents loss. She was especially close to
    dad, and talked about what they did together a lot. She also
    talked about what she would do with him when she joined them in
    heaven, which gave me the creeps. Anyhow, Karen stayed just inside
    the door, since we weren't talking so much lately, and asked me if
    I was okay. I bit her head off even though she didn't deserve it
    and told her to leave me alone. She did just that without another
    word. She turned and walked out. It would be days before I was
    able to face her and apologize for being such a little shit.
    	Sadie didn't leave, though. Instead she walked over and set
    next to me on the bed and put her hand on my back. She whispered,
    "Mike, it's ok for you to be mad about having to wear diapers. I
    don't like wearing big girl pants either, but Aunt Joan says I
    hafta cuz if I don't I'll get blood all over my clothes and people
    will talk about me."
    	I had no idea what the Sadie was talking about right then,
    but this was the first time since our parents died that she
    reached out to me. The worst part of it was I should have been the
    one to reach out to her since I was two years older. It hit me how
    selfish I had been to her and Lori, my 11 year old sister, not to
    mention Karen who had always treated me nice. I decided at that
    moment that no matter how bad my own situation was, I wasn't going
    to take it out on my sisters or my cousins, who had been very
    accommodating since their whole lives had gotten turned upside
    down by the loss of my parents. I looked up through reddened eyes
    at my baby sister and rolled to my back. I worked up the balls to
    stop crying and put my arm around Sadie, saying, "Sadie I'm really
    sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad. You and Karen and Lori have
    been so nice to me, and I've been nasty. Please forgive me."
    	Sadie looked at me and smiled and said, "You're not nasty,
    Mike. You're just sad. Me and Lori are sad too. Karen says she's
    okay, but I think she's real sad too."
    	Karen... How was I going to get up the courage to apologize
    to her? Like I said, it would take days for me to figure out how,
    but at this point I figured it was enough to say I was sorry to
    Sadie. "Well," I said, "you might not think I'm nasty, but I sure
    have been. I miss mom and dad so much, I cry to sleep a lot at
    night."
    	"Is that why you wet the bed all the time, Mike?" she asked
    innocently.
    	At first I had a flash of anger, but then I realized it
    wasn't her fault and I took a quick breath to let the emotion go.
    "Maybe, Sadie, I'm not sure. Neither is anyone else. I hate this!
    I hate my body!" I exclaimed.
    	Sadie looked at me unhappily and said, "Mike, how can you
    hate yourself? You have the prettiest body I ever saw. Look," and
    she placed her hands on my chest and began to massage my chest
    muscles, she said, "Look at your pretty chest." I wished she would
    say something like handsome instead of "pretty," but the massage
    was feeling wonderful. All I did was make a little sigh and she
    moved lower, "And your tummy is soft, but you got six-packs. None
    of the kids in my class have six-packs like you!" She kept
    massaging me and to my utter disbelief, my cock began to rise from
    the sensual contact. I was both enjoying the sensations my little
    sister was bestowing upon me and embarrassed at the ease with
    which my base instincts were taking over. I tried to hide it from
    Sadie, but as I rolled over to cover myself her hand moved lower
    and her palm covered the tip of my prick. I was mortified, and my
    ears were burning from the embarrassment, though my dick betrayed
    my horniness and stayed hard as a steel pole. Sadie lightly ground
    her hand into my crotch and I moaned uncontrollably. She
    exclaimed, "Wow, I heard 'bout it, but I never felt one before!
    Does it hurt?"
    	"No," I moaned. Far from it, she was stimulating a part of my
    I hadn't touched except to pee since before mom and dad died. I
    said, "No, it feels great."
    	Sadie was curious, "That feels good? Wow! How about this."
    Then she quickened her pace and for the moment I totally forgot
    about my problems and gave in to the sensations my wonderful
    little sister was bestowing upon my rigid cock. But I knew Aunt
    Joan and Uncle George wouldn't approve, so I made a token effort
    at resistance (yeah, right!).
    	I said, "Sadie, we probably shouldn't do this."
    	She only quickened her pace as my body responded by pressing
    up into her hand and asked, "Why, if it makes you feel good. You
    been feelin' so bad lately." All I could do is grunt as I looked
    into her gorgeous blue eyes (I'd never noticed how pretty they
    were beneath her golden locks) and pressed my hips harder into her
    hand. My pants were wet through now from the pre-cum dribbling out
    my dick slit. I was getting ready to blow right there in my pants!
    	"Sadie, I'm gonna cum.... Oh... Unnhh!"
    	"Your what?" she asked as she stroked me through my blue
    jeans. I don't think she noticed what was happening beneath the
    palm of her hand.
    	With that I let out a series of boy-grunts as I came in pants
    at the unknown behest of my sibling lover. It just kept coming and
    coming and Sadie asked, "Mike, what's wrong?"
    	I said, "Ungh... noth.... ahhhh... nothin'.... mmmmmnn."
    Spent my hips fell back to the bed.
    	At this point Sadie seemed to notice something awry under the
    palm of her hand and started to take her hand away when Aunt
    Joan's voice suddenly echoed down the hall, "Mike, are you all
    right?"
    	Oh shit! If Aunt Joan saw what I had just done with Sadie,
    she'd be super pissed... I didn't know what to do so I told Sadie,
    "Get out quick and don't let Aunt Joan see ya!"
    	Sadie started to protest but I said, "Please, Sadie... It's
    important... Now GO!"
    	So she quickly snuck out and on her way she brought her hand
    to her nose and sniffed it. The last thing I saw as she squeezed
    out the door was her taking a lick off the palm of her hand. Oh
    shit! I looked down at the spreading wet spot on my pants and I
    heard Aunt Joan ask Sadie if she knew where I was. Sadie said she
    was in the bathroom and didn't see me, but that my bedroom door
    was closed. Thankfully our hallway had a corner in it where the
    addition was put on the house years ago and Aunt Joan hadn't seen
    that Sadie was actually in my bedroom.
    	A couple seconds later Aunt Joan was outside my door,
    knocking, "Michael, are you in there?"
    	I was scared out of my mind. If she saw what I did in my
    pants, she would kill me! I stalled for time while I decided what
    to do. I rolled to my stomach in case she insisted on coming in
    and cried, "I don't wanna talk!"
    	She knocked lightly again and it was a good thing I rolled
    over because then she opened the door and stepped inside my room.
    My cock was shrunk to tiny now as I tried to figure out what to
    do. Aunt Joan said, "Michael, we need to talk." She sat on the
    bed.
    	I answered, "I don't want to right now." I was frantically
    trying to find a way out of my "mess."
    	Aunt Joan rubbed my back. I peed. That's right, I couldn't
    think of anything to do to hide what I'd done and I would rather
    be yelled at for something they KNOW I do than for something else,
    so I pissed myself while she sat there. It wasn't difficult to do
    either because since I'd just finished blowing a big load of jism
    in my pants, my bladder was telling me it was time to empty
    anyhow. So I let it flow and soaked my bed for the second time
    that day. Aunt Joan said quietly, "Mike, I know this thing about
    wearing diapers is bothering you, but you needn't be ashamed. A
    lot of boys have this problem. It almost always clears up before
    they're adults."
    	At that point, as if on cue, the puddle I left beneath me
    soaked across the sheets to Aunt Joan's butt. It served her right
    really, since I told her I didn't want company, but she didn't see
    it that way. She got angry and whacked me hard right on my ass.
    She yelled, "Michael, you are out of control boy! Look at the mess
    you've made! How can you tell me you won't wear diapers when you
    can't even control yourself awake?"
    	I answered the way any 12 year old kid would answer, I said,
    "I don't know."
    	"Well I DO know. This is how it's going to be, young man. You
    will wear your diaper at all times while you're in this house. Any
    more accidents and you'll wear them all the time! Am I
    understood?"
    	My ass was burning, my eyes watering, and I was trying my
    best not to sob out loud, so all I could do was nod. She went on,
    "Now get off that wet bed right now Michael. And while you're at
    it, get those sopping clothes off!"
    	"Please, Aunt Joan," I pleaded, "I don't want to...." WHACK!
    	Now I was sobbing uncontrollably. She got me again a good one
    and I backed away. Aunt Joan was not a small woman. Her hand was
    hard as any wooden paddle, and my butt was stinging. She looked at
    me levelly and said, "Off, now." She said that quietly and I knew
    there was going to be no further argument.
    	I took my pants off. I was wet and cold. My cock was
    shriveled up against my pubic bone. I must have looked much the
    baby. She ordered, "Now stand there and don't move." She then
    stripped off the sheets and blankets and left the room. I stood
    there shivering, afraid to breathe let alone twitch. My ass was
    stinging, I was naked and cold, and I knew my aunt wasn't through
    with me yet.
    	She came back into the bedroom with the Pampers bag in her
    hand. She put a towel down on the bed and said, "On the bed."
    	I slowly went to the bed and sat on the towel, I implored,
    "Aunt Joan, please don't...." She meant to diaper me, in the
    middle of the afternoon!
    	"Not one more word Mike, I mean it. I'll warm your butt more
    for you if you don't do as I say, when I say it. It's time you
    started making like easier for the rest of this house. I know you
    miss your parents, so do I. But you have to go on. Now, until you
    can control yourself, you will wear these at all time while you're
    at home."
    	"But, Aunt Joa...." WHACK! "Owwww!" I cried and went to put
    my hand down to my bare rear where she had hit me again. But Aunt
    Joan swatted my hand away and deftly grabbed my legs and lifted my
    bottom off the bed. I didn't dare try to resist as she had already
    shown she was willing to smack my bare ass no matter how old I
    was. Not only that, Aunt Joan was not a small woman. As a nurse,
    she hossed around elderly people three and four times my size
    every day. She slipped a Pamper under my ass and put my legs back
    down. She reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of baby
    powder. I started to open my mouth to speak, but a stern look from
    Aunt Joan silenced me. My privates cooled and I felt the soft
    powder sprinkle down over my balls and into my ass crack. Then she
    pulled the front of the diaper over and fastened the tapes snugly.
    	"There, now. How's my Mikey feel?" she asked.
    	Glumly I replied, "Fine."
    	She said, "Good. Now here's the rules. You will wear your
    diapers at all times, except at school, until you are able to stay
    dry for the duration of the diaper period. If you stay dry in the
    daytime for a week, we'll take you out of diapers in the day time.
    Then when you stay dry for a week at night, we'll do the same. Do
    you understand?"
    	I nodded. She said, "Good. And Mikey, I really am sorry
    you're having bladder control problems. It will get better though,
    one way or the other." She didn't wait for me to say anything
    more. She just walked out of the room leaving the Pampers and
    powder sitting on my bed.
    	I looked down at myself and marveled at how comfortable the
    diapers felt. The snugness was overwhelming. The diaper only
    barely fit around me. It was a good thing I was fairly small for
    my age. I ran my hands over the plastic and checked out the
    wetness stripe. I was excited in a way I shouldn't have been.
    There was only one thing left for me to do; I started pissing in
    it, smiling as the warm liquid trickled around my privates to pool
    between my legs before it soaked in. As the diaper front stained
    yellow, I decided it couldn't be too bad, this wearing a diaper,
    and I thought of Nick.