    When It All Started

    Summary: A story of a boy named Nicky who's only 6 at the time, who is
    being punished for having accidents, and is punished by wearing his
    little brother's diapers. I plan on writing more, as some of it is
    based on real events.

    Hello, my name is Nicolas. I'm 7 almost 8. My family calls me Nicky
    because they treat me like a baby. My mommy tells her friends I was
    potty trained when I was 2 but she said that was way too early because
    she puts me in diaper almost every day.

    It first happened when I was 6. I had wet the bed one night. My dad was
    really mad for some reason, but my mom just said it was an accident and
    every boy has accidents here and there. The next day all of my family
    and me were at my grandma's house and I was sitting at the kitchen
    table having a snack, when I felt myself piddle. I looked down and it
    was only a little spot. Just then I seemed to leak all over, the whole
    front of my jeans were soaked. I just sat there for awhile and my big
    brother Mike, who is only a year older, came in. He saw me all wet and
    ran to tell mom and dad. When they saw me they weren't happy at all. I
    heard them talk, "Oh, he just had another accident, no big deal," and
    my dad would say, "Claire, how can the boy piss himself when he's next
    to a bathroom?!" My grandma washed my wet clothes for me, and my dad
    warned me, "big boys go in the toilet." I hadn't had an accident for
    about a week until we were on trip to my aunt and uncle's house in
    another state.

    All my brothers and sisters were piled into a car and we were on the
    freeway. I had a 7-Up to drink a while ago and had to go to the
    bathroom pretty bad. I was waiting for my dad to stop for a bathroom
    break so I didn't say anything, I held on as good as I could and let it
    out without a warning. I was sitting next to my older sister Fran who
    was 9 at the time. She must of felt something warm and wet because she
    looked down at me and yelled, "Mom!" When mom looked back at me she was
    disappointed.

    "Why didn't you tell us you had to go to bathroom?"

    My dad was really mad. He pulled into a restroom stop that was close
    by. He took me out and pulled me into the bathroom.

    "Only babies wet themselves, you're not a baby, are you?"

    I looked at him and I was really ashamed, " nuh uh."

    "Then I don't want any more accidents, or I'll show you how babies are
    treated."

    We looked in the back and got some clean clothes from the suitcase that
    I changed into. We stopped at the gas station my mom bought us all a
    juice but she told me to tell her when I have to go. I agreed and drank
    my juice. It was getting dark and an hour later I had to go again but
    not that bad, but I decided to tell my mom and dad so they knew. They
    were going to stop at the next rest area, which was a mile or two away.
    About 10 seconds later I felt my pants get wet and Fran felt it.

    "Mom!"

    "What now?"

    Then she turned on the car light to see my wet pants; even she was mad.

    "Jeff, pull over," she told my dad.

    "Hold on, we're almost there."

    "Well, you're not going to be happy."

    "Oh crap, did he piss his pants?"

    Luckily we pulled in to the rest area and pulled in the bathrooms.

    "What did I say about little boys who can't use the bathroom.?" He was
    holding my arm and looking at me.

    "I don't remember."

    Then he told me, " little boys use the toilets; babies use diapers!"

    I was really ashamed, I was hoping he was just warning me but he was
    dead serious. He took me to the car and looked in the back where my
    little brother Colby's diapers were. He was only two years old. He took
    a white baby diaper out of the package. He had me lie down in the back
    seat of the car. I could see other people outside watching him as he
    took off my wet clothes. He the lifted my legs, unfolding the diaper
    and sliding it under my butt. He then pulled up the front to my belly
    and pulled the tapes, so they fastened over the front. It was really
    tight because they were my little brother's size, I even saw little
    baby pictures n the front that made me even more embarrassed, and to
    make it worse, all my pants were wet so I couldn't wear any pants over
    them.

    "If you have to go pee feel free do so in your diaper, like little
    babies do".

    I looked at my mom and she said, "If you were a big boy you wouldn't be
    in a baby diaper now wouldn't you?"

    I looked at Fran and Mike who were snickering, trying not to look at me
    and even my little sister Jamie who was 5, was laughing. "Baby Nicky in
    a dipee." the only person who felt sorry for me was little Colby, but I
    think he was too little. For the rest of the trip I wore a diaper, and
    it was a long trip.

    When we got there my mom said to go into the room and she'd take it
    off. My Aunt Cleo and Uncle Bob greeted us at the door, when they saw
    what I was wearing the were kind of confused.

    "Ain't your kid potty trained?" I heard uncle Bob say.

    "Well, he's been having some accidents and it for the road trip," my
    mom told him. I was walking towards the room and I heard Fran calling
    me "diaper boy." She ran past me calling out, "Diaper boy! Diaper boy!"
    I just tried to ignore her. Then Mike came up to me and said, "Does
    little Nicky want a binky?"

    I looked at him and told him to "shut up." I walked into the room my
    mom and dad were staying in and sat on the bed, I looked at my diaper,
    it was getting uncomfortable and was really tight. I thought about
    taking it off myself but I didn't want to get into trouble so I sat
    there for awhile my mom just kept on chatting away. About 15 minutes
    later she remembered and she came into the room.

    "You know, we only did this because we wanted to keep this from
    happening, and we think it's best for you to wear a diaper on the trip
    back. Also, we don't want any accidents here at your aunt and uncle's,
    so we want to wear a diaper to bed for the next week. Oh and don't
    worry, you only have to wear your brother's diaper tonight. Your dad is
    out buying a package of diapers your size."

    I was really sad, I had to wear these stupid things to bed?!

    "But mom!" I started to cry. "It was only an accident!"

    She was feeling bad, I could tell.

    "Well, honey if I don't see an accidents like a big boy, then we won't
    have to diaper you like a little baby."