    SECOND POTTY TRAINING

    Part 1

    	My name is Josh. I am 13 years old. I'm not too different from
    any regular kid. One big difference however, is the fact that I wet the
    bed and day-wet on occasion. My mom has always been patient about my
    wetting, saying, "it'll pass." It hasn't passed. I potty trained late
    as it is, about 4 years old.
    	The other day I walked home from school happily because it was
    the last day of school had passed and opened the door. I found my mom
    in the laundry room in a really bad mood. Besides having wet at school
    yesterday and having her picking me up, she was now trying to scrape
    off some dried poop on my underwear. I decided to leave her alone.
    	Later on, I was watching my favorite TV show and I was really
    into it, so I completely ignored the urge to pee. Near the end of the
    show, I couldn't hold it anymore and it flowed right down my legs. My
    mom walked into the room and saw this. She very angrily grabbed me and
    tugged me towards my bedroom, which still smelled like urine. She took
    out something from hiding....which turned out to be diapers! She
    ordered me to take off all of my clothes. I knew her temper, so I did
    what I was told. She told me that since I couldn't hold my pee during
    night or day...and poop was over all of my underwear, then she must
    have failed in potty training me. She said that she was sorry she
    failed, but she'd do better this time. Those words frightened me. I had
    no idea what was about to come.
    	She proceeded to powder my prepubescent genitals and butt so I
    wouldn't get diaper rash. She then took three thick cloth diapers and
    expertly pinned them on me. She then added the final touch, plastic
    pants. Instead of handing me my old shirt, she handed me a more
    babyinsh one that featured Barney the big dinosaur. I quickly
    protested. She gave me that look, so I put it on. She refused to give
    me my pants. She said that baby's don't wear pants mostly, only diapers
    and a shirt. Good thing it was summer vacation now.

    Part 2

    	My mom laid down the law for me. She said that since I couldn't
    control myself, I must be a baby, so that's how she was going to treat
    me. I was now 2 years old in every since. I had to talk in baby talk
    and could only drink from a bottle and had to be spoon fed my meals. I
    couldn't change my own diapers either. I would sleep in a crib and be
    taken places in a stroller. As all of this was said, I sat there in
    shock, but really, the whole idea was kind of intriguing. I could be
    completely lazy and be waited on all the time. I had always liked the
    idea of being a baby again...and I liked the feel of my diapers! I
    looked forward to this and accepted this as a good thing. She also said
    that after enough time has passed, she would re-potty train me because
    I obviously needed training again, in her words.
    	So, for the rest of the day I just sat around watching TV as mom
    came in every so often to see how I was doing. I said "fwine mama." At
    dinner time she sat me in the old high chair, strapped on a bib, while
    feeding me a meal. I said, "ooh, dat good mama." After the meal, I
    waited patiently for her to finish her meal..when she got me out for my
    bath. In the bathtub, she played with me and did all of the washing. I
    was loving this! She took me to my room and put me in three more cloth
    diapers with plastic pants for bed. I didn't even care I was in bed
    very earlier, because I liked this role very much.
    	As time went on, I still loved all of this. I had a crib, got
    bottles of milk, took naps, played in my playpen, and just had an all
    around great time being a baby. Then, one afternoon, mom had some free
    time so she decided to take me to the park. "Yippee," I replied in my
    most babyish voice. We went to the park in my stroller with disposable
    diapers ready in hand. I had a pacifier in my mouth and was loving
    life. She took me out and let me play in the sand in just my diapers.
    All the kids came over and looked at me weird, but I didn't care. They
    mostly came by me and liked me cuz I was a big baby and it made them
    feel grown up. I played all afternoon when mommy came over to check my
    diaper. It was wet and messy so she untaped it, wiped, powdered me and
    had me in a fresh diaper with sesame street characters on it.
    	I was living pretty good and like I said, loved it. One night,
    mommy came in with a bottle and gave it to me. She kissed my forehead
    and I said, "tanks mommy, I wuv yoo." "Mommy loves you too. Rest up
    honey, tomorrow we start potty training!" I stared in shock. I thought
    that I must rebel. I loved my diapers and loved my new life. I didn't
    care if I had to wear them to school. I was a baby, and wanted to stay
    that way. Staying a baby forever was a silly goal, but it was a real
    one for me.

    TO BE CONTINUED...