    Jimmy's Troubles

    My name is Jimmy and I'm 12 years old. I live with my Mom and Older
    sister Jessie who is 17.

    I started wetting the bed when I was 10. My mom was always pretty busy
    and didn't have much time on her hands to try to stop it so I started
    wearing Goodnites to bed. I really hated those. My mom could trust me
    putting Goodnites on by myself though because they were pull-ons.

    When I turned 11 my bedwetting got much more serious so I had to switch
    to Pampers size six. I hated those. I felt so much like a baby. Luckily
    I still didn't have to have the humiliation of having of being changed
    by my mom.

    The story begins when I turned 12. My bedwetting has gotten heavier and
    my diapers begin leaking. My mom thinks it's because I put the Pampers
    on wrong. So she comes up with a solution...

    "From Now on your sister is going to diaper you before bed," my mom
    said.

    "WHAT? NO! I can do it myself."

    "This is the fifth time this week you leaked!"

    "I can still do it myself, I'll put it on right, I swear!" I cried.

    "You've had all week do that."

    "NO! NO!, Why can't you do that, instead?" I cried.

    "I'm very busy and get home very late each night!"

    "NO NO! I won't!" I cried again.

    "DO YOU WANT ME TO SPANK YOU?!" my mom shouted.

    "Fine I'll do it," I said trying to hold back my tears.

    I cried for the rest of the morning. It was a Saturday so I went over
    to my friend's house and we planned for what we Sunday. There was no
    school Monday and he was having a big party Sunday. I went home at
    around dinnertime. It was the first time that day that I saw my sister.
    She didn't say anything but just gave me a few funny looks.

    After dinner I started watching TV. I had cooled down. I wasn't
    worrying too much about my sister changing me. It probably won't be too
    bad. It was exactly eight when my sister called me to my room. I didn't
    know what it was for because it was way before my bedtime.

    I went upstairs and saw my sister sitting on my bed with the box of
    Pampers size six diapers next her along with cream and powder. I was in
    shock.

    "What are you doing?" I shouted.

    "Its time to get your diaper on," said my sister in a sweet voice.

    "WHAT? No, its way too early!"

    "From now on you will be diapered at exactly eight o clock!" she said
    in her calm voice.

    "My bedtime is 11:00! Not 8!" I cried.

    "I didn't say this is your bedtime. It's your diapering time! Now lay
    down on the bed."

    "No! I won't, I won't."

    I started crying pretty hard

    "Do you want me to call mom?"

    I am usually pretty obedient and I do learn from my mistakes so I
    agreed I would lay down. She ordered my to take my clothes off and I
    did. I really didn't feel comfortable with this. She creamed and
    powdered they area, slid the diaper under my butt, pushed the top over
    and attached the tapes. I'll admit it did feel much more comfortable
    than before.

    "Now you can go back to watching TV," my sister said

    I tried to put my jeans back on but they wouldn't fit! I didn't have
    any other pants to wear. My sister seeing my problem told me I should
    not wear any pants, just my pamper and T shirt. I took the blanket and
    wrapped it around my legs and walked back downstairs to watch TV.

    After about an hour and a half I felt that I really had to go pee. I
    figured I could just take it off. So I began walking to the bathroom
    but noticed the door was closed. I could here the sound of the shower.
    "O no" I thought. I knocked on the door but there was no response. The
    shower was probably too loud. I waited outside for several minutes but
    I really couldn't hold it any longer. It flooded into my diaper. I
    thought for sure it would leak but it all stayed in good. Right at that
    moment, my sister walked out of the bathroom.

    "Ohh baby did you wet your diaper?"

    "I am not a baby," I smirked

    "Well then why did you wet your diaper?"

    "You were in the shower and I couldn't get in. Its not my fault." I
    began crying

    "Oh its ok, I'll change you."

    She led me back to my room where she laid me down on my bed and got out
    that big package of Pampers.

    "Oh poor baby, your soaked! You're lucky my great diapering job kept it
    from leaking"

    "Shut up," I shouted

    "Bad boy! Do you want me to spank you?"

    She took off the soaked diaper and proceeded to change me. When she was
    done, she told me to stand up. The diaper was snug.

    "You should go to bed now so you don't end up wetting your diaper
    again."

    By then I had cooled down and agreed I would go to bed. As I was lying
    down I thought about how awful it would be to go through this every
    night and morning when the thought struck me. I would have to be
    diapered at 8 tomorrow!! I would have to miss the big party!! With that
    I really felt like a baby and my tears brought me to sleep.