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Chapter 7 – He Ain’t heavy, He’s my Brother
I rolled over and tried to focus on my alarm clock until I could finally make out the time to be 10:37. Wow, I really slept in, especially for a Sunday. I wondered why Mom didn’t get me up for church? I rolled off the bed with the intention of finding an answer along with some breakfast. I hitched my shorts up which in turn pulled my diaper back up since it was sagging under its own weight. I was cold and clammy and I know should have taken it off, but at the moment I wanted something to drink more than anything.
The kitchen, like the rest of the house, was quiet and still. I opened the fridge and grabbed the milk, I was tempted to just drink from the carton, but even if I was the last boy on earth I would still get caught, that’s just the way it works. It had been a few years since Mom had given me a spanking, and she hardly ever yells at me, but when I screw up she finds a million little ways to punish me. So I poured the milk into a glass and put the carton back in the fridge. When I closed the door I happened to see a note had been left for me, held up with a magnet shaped like an ice cream cone.
“Todd, decided to let you sleep in, I’ll pick you up at noon for Picnic of Praises. Love Mom.”
Oh joy. Once a month our church had a potluck picnic after services. When the weather permitted the picnic was held outdoors and when it was cold or rainy it was in the church’s banquet hall. I think the format is universal, someone brings fried chicken, someone brings a Jell-O mold, and someone else brings green beans. Why, I bet you could go to all 50 states and find the same thing going on in just about any small town you pick. The picnics had all the appeal of a family reunion, with people praising other people’s mediocre food and trying their best to be nice while probably wishing they were somewhere else.
I grabbed one of Mom’s cereal bars and ate it while walking back to my room. Eating out of the kitchen was another infraction, but I think with Mom gone I was probably pretty safe. I threw my gym shorts in the hamper and ripped the tapes of my diaper. I threw the cereal bar wrapper into the diaper before balling it up and lobbing it in my trashcan. HA HA! Take that nasty incriminating evidence.
Naked, I half ran to my bathroom with intention of taking a shower. I noticed my plastic pants on the edge of the bathtub and draped over the curtain rod and it brought back a memory of seeing something real similar when I was still very young. It took me a moment to stack the pants on the vanity, but having done so I started the water for my shower. Our house is old enough that it takes forever for the water to get hot, so I dashed to my room and put my plastic pants back in my top drawer. Once I returned to the bathroom a small amount of steam had begun to collect on the bottom of the mirror indicating the water had gotten hot enough so I jumped in the tub and pulled the curtain closed.
While washing I wondered if there was something wrong with me or if soap commercials just overstated the effects of their products. On TV in soap commercials people can merely sniff the bar of soap and become energized, invigorated and ready to climb mountains. Of course in those same commercials a mere swipe of the soap produces a swath of euphoric suds that stay put even as the invigorated, yet still unwashed, bather dances about in their shower. My soap didn’t do that.
I got out of the tub and toweled off, brushed my teeth and gargled, and despite its short length I even ran a comb through my hair. I slapped some deodorant under each arm and thus satisfied that I had performed the necessary hygiene tasks left the bathroom. Even knowing I was alone in the house, I still felt kind of odd walking down the hall naked. I found myself walking faster than normal just to get less out in the open and into the safe confines of ‘my space’.
I thought real long and hard about what to wear to church. I got my diaper bag out and unzipped it and peered inside. MY diaper bag, how cool is that? I opened my top drawer and put a pair of snap on pants in my bag. I had all but exhausted the diapers yesterday so I filled it back up with my new prevails. I thought for a second about keeping a diaper out to put on now. I didn’t want to give up my diapers today and I knew I wouldn’t be wearing them to school tomorrow, but at the same time if someone noticed at church that would be just as bad as someone at school. In the end uncertainty won out and I found myself pulling on regular underwear. My slacks felt empty with just boxers underneath and I was keenly aware of the lack of padding. I got one of my church shirts out and buttoned it up and tucked it into my pants. I examined myself in the mirror and seeing nothing eminently wrong, I decided I looked presentable enough.
It was only 11:30 and I had a half hour till Mom got here to pick me up so I decided to check my email. Nothing interesting, mainly just a bunch of spam for things like pills to “enlarge your penis” or “enlarge your breasts.” I sighed at the junk mail, there was probably at least one mail for a pill that claimed it would do both. The only good thing about spam is getting to say “DELETED” like StrongBad does from homestarunner.com.
After purging the spam I went to Google and did a search for Diapers and I must say the results exceeded my wildest expectations. There were hundreds upon hundreds of stores selling such a wide variety of diapers and accessories. I had only begun to scratch the surface when I heard Mom pull into the driveway. I shutdown the computer and just before leaving my room I grabbed my diaper bag thinking I could at least take it with me. Who knows, I might want it later?
I could have walked to church, and Mom and I often do when the weather is nice, but the days had been too hot for that for sometime now. I opened the passenger door and slid into my seat and smiled at Mom, who was wearing one of her favorite church dresses. Mom had us to the church by 10 after according to the clock on the dashboard, her parking space so recently vacated was still available and so we parked right where she had earlier. As we got out of the car and walked to the picnic mom asked “You leaving your bag in the car?”
“Yes ma’am, I don’t need it, I just brought it along just in case” I replied
“Okay. Well tie your shoes before you trip.” Mom told me pointing to my dress shoes.
How I hated dress shoes, those stiff laces that seem to come undone for no particular reason beyond trying to make you fall.
We made our way to the area perpendicular to the church building where a large buffet table was set up under a pavilion tent. Even from across the lawn as we walked toward the long tables I could spot at least one big platter of chicken and a Jell-O mold. I could also see several bowls but not their contents, but that wouldn’t have kept me from wagering one had green beans in it.
The line had already formed and people were beginning to get their food. At least I had missed the prayer. Please don’t misunderstand, I didn’t mind the praying itself, but doing the whole bow your head while someone else mumbles something for everyone has always seemed creepy to me. We took our place at the end of the line and waited to get to the food. Just about the time we made it to the plates and plastic silverware Mrs. Rosetick appeared with a full plate in her hand.
“Susan, Well lookit you, isn’t that a pretty dress! It’s just been ages since I’ve seen either of you” She said to Mom, her voice all bleaty like that of a sheep.
“Nice to see you too Anelda” Mom countered.
“Well Phillip and I are down on the end over yonder. Why don’t ya’ll join us when you git your plates fixed?” Anelda pointed a rotund ham sized arm indicating where they were sitting.
Mom was cornered, she and Anelda had been friends of a sort (or maybe it was more like acquaintances) for years, ever since Kevin and I had been little. However, friends or not, Anelda was a gossip of staggering proportions and Mom wasn’t much of one for gossip. At least I was now sure we weren’t going to stay for long after we ate or Mom’s patience might run out. The good thing about visiting with the Rosetick’s was the visits were always short.
We filled our plates, and I counted not just one but two bowls of green beans on the buffet, I would have won my wager and then some. We walked under the shade provided by the pavilion tent and took our place across from Phillip and Anelda. Since I was hungry, despite having just had a cereal bar, I dug in with more enthusiasm than the food itself might merit.
“So Susan, how is it having your sister live so close? She’s turned into such a dear, which you know how much of a surprise THAT is! Why I Imagine it must be absolutely wonderful. And lookit you, just exemplifying what the bible says about forgiving!” Anelda opened.
“Oh yes, it is very nice, especially for Todd to know his cousins. How are your two boys?” Mom said in a voice I recognized all to well. I am almost certain she was dropping a hint of some kind in there for Anelda, but I had no clue what it was.
“Oh just fine. Kevin is off with some of his basketball friends and Mathew is over at your sister’s place this weekend AGAIN. I tried to tell Mathew that would be imposing, but your sister insisted that it isn’t. I don’t see how she keeps up with so many, why my two were always enough for me.”
“Well it’s great that Rick’s made friends so soon after moving here” Mom said.
I could tell something about this whole subject was making Mom uncomfortable but I again I was with out a clue as to why. Normally I wouldn’t be too interested in a conversation like this, but given Mom’s overall discomfort at the subject I became more curious by the minute.
“Is your brother in law doing okay with the farm? It is awful late in the season to do much, but I hear he’s trying real hard.” Anelda said blushing a little bit when Phillip snorted at the question.
I think most of the folks around town saw Uncle Steve as a wannabe from the city trying to play farmer. Phillip Rosetick was obviously no exception, and knowing Mr. Rosetick he was probably the leader of that particular club. Phillip Rosetick was not only the Sheriff of Simonsville but also the self appointed expert on anything and everything, he was therefore a truly busy man. I don’t think Phillip had ever once pulled weeds in a flowerbed, much less worked a field, but his disparaging look said he was absolutely certain that Uncle Steve was doomed from the moment he signed the deed.
“Well as far as I know everything is going good for him. I wonder who made this pie? It is superb isn’t it?.” Mom said trying to change the subject.
“I think it was Jeana-Ann, but then again Jeana-Ann could always cook. Have you heard about her husband? You know he up and left her for some other woman he had been seeing on the side. I always knew he was no good and poor Jeana-Ann with 2 children and baby. I’m sure you know how awful she must feel.”
“Poor Jeana-Ann, that’s just terrible.” Mom replied, her tone softening and a note of genuine compassion was detectable in her speech.
“Too bad she didn’t marry one like you sister. I mean it’s a good man who’ll take two kids that ain’t his to raise.”
I momentarily stopped pushing food around on my plate. Two kids not his? I knew Rick was adopted, but what was this about Rob?
“Yes he’s a good man and my sister is very lucky to have him” Mom said, her tone moving from dropping hints to a steely lets drop the subject.
Apparently enough that Anelda finally took the hint and segued into something else. “Oh I swear it is too hot. Isn’t it just too hot for the end of May, well I guess it might as well be June now. But even so, it is far to hot isn’t it?”
I got up and threw my plate into the trash leaving the adults to their awkward pause in conversation. By the time I returned Mom was making her good byes.
I followed her cue and said, “Good Bye Mr. and a Mrs. Rosetick, it was nice seeing you.”
“It was nice seeing you Todd, I’ll tell Kevin he missed you again” Mrs. Rosetick told me and again Phillip snorted at least he wasn’t as clueless as his wife.
I tried to gauge Mom’s mood as we drove home. She had a sad look about her and I wasn’t sure why. Did hearing about Uncle Steve make Mom sad and miss dad?
“Mom, can I ask you something?”
“Sure honey, what’s that?”
“What did Mrs. Rosetick mean about Rob not being Uncle Steve’s son?”
“Your Uncle Steve is his father, the only father Rob has ever known. Just like Uncle Steve is Rick’s father. Fatherhood isn’t about who got who pregnant.”
“Well I understand that. I know Uncle Steve loves Rob and Rick and treats them like his own kids, but what happened to Rob’s natural father? That’s what Mrs. Rosetick said wasn’t it? Two kids not his own?”
We pulled into the driveway and just sat there with the engine idling. I don’t know why, but I knew Mom was about to say something important, and I knew that opening the door might break the spell of the moment. I could tell mom was having a hard time gathering her thoughts, and as my curiosity grew so did my fear, if it bothered Mom this much it must be pretty bad, When she finally did speak, two whole minutes had passed according to the clock, and there was a noticeable catch to her voice.
“I’ve told my self for a long time that I would tell you this someday, and I guess I can’t, or perhaps I mean I shouldn’t, put it off any longer. But Todd you must absolutely promise me that this stays between just you and I. No one, and means your cousins most of all, need to hear this from you. They probably don’t know what I am about to tell you and it’s not your place to tell them. Promise?”
My curiosity had gone of the Richter scale at this point. “Yeah Mom, I wont tell, I promise.”
“Your father and I got married too young, we had only just started going out. I was still in high school and pregnant and well there just wasn’t anything else we could do but get married. Just after we said our “I dos”, I lost the baby and I guess I wasn’t the easiest person to live with, I was just so torn up inside emotionally. Your daddy took to drinking and running around, he was seeing other women. I should have left him, but I was young and scared and didn’t know what I would do for money.” Mom looked to see if I was getting all of this.
“Okay, but what does this have to do with Aunt Sarah?” I asked.
“I’m getting to it, now hush and just listen. We had our problems but we had good times too. Every so often your father would announce he was turning over a new leaf, that he was done with the bars and cheating and like the foolish young girl that I was, each time I believed him, or at least I tried too. One day, after several years of ups and downs, I ended up pregnant again, and I was so excited I just couldn’t wait to tell your father the news. I was certain another baby would put things right between us for good. Things had been pretty good between us for a few months and I was so full of happiness at having another shot a being a mom. I was afraid to tell him, that saying something out loud might jinx the situation, but I finally worked up the courage.”
“The night I was to tell your father the news, I made us a nice dinner to celebrate, I had made his favorites. I wanted so badly for everything to be perfect. Well six o’clock came and went, and still he wasn’t home, unusual but not unheard of for him to work late. But it kept getting later and later in the evening and I was getting more and more worried. I just knew something had happened to him, since he had promised to quite the drinking and such. I needed so badly to believe he was doing right. Well about midnight I get a call, and when I answered it I was almost positive it was someone calling to say Sean had been in a wreck, or in jail for DUI, or any of other mishaps I had been imagining.”
“Was he calling from jail?” I asked
“No it wasn’t your father, and he wasn’t in jail. It was my younger sister, Sarah. Back then she was a wild one, a real party girl, she was off to college and on her own. Well Sarah’s drunker than a skunk and she proceeds to light into me on how I don’t deserve Sean and don’t treat him like I should and that if I wasn’t careful some other woman was just gonna up and steal him away from me.”
That didn’t sound like the Aunt Sarah I knew! Was Mom really saying what I thought she was saying? “You mean Dad and Aunt Sarah were… you know… it?”
With a sad bittersweet chuckle “Yes Todd, your father and Aunt Sarah had been having relations. Sean came back to me a few days later and if I hadn’t been pregnant it would have been over between us. But what could I do? No education, pregnant, and scared to death. Sean was excited about the pregnancy and I truly think he settled down after he heard the news. I didn’t speak to my sister for neatly two years after that, and when I did it was only because of the accident. She was the last person I expected to see at Seams funeral, and I certainly didn’t expect her to show up with an infant your age either. She tried to talk to me several times, but I avoided and ignored her. It was mean of me, but I was still so mad and hurt, mad at her for sleeping with my husband, and mad at your father for dying and leaving me alone. Sarah left after the funeral taking her son with her. She made some big public talk about going away and never coming back and I yelled out in front of everyone at the funeral home, and I am ashamed of what I said, but I said that she should make sure and take her little bastard with her.”
Mom’s candor was shocking, I just couldn’t see her saying that even if she was hurt.
“Sarah left that day, never to be heard from again, well until you were twelve years old when one day, just out of the blue she called. I wanted to still be mad, but after ten years my anger had all but died away. You were such a blessing in my life, and I was making things work for us, we were getting by and I had just started school. I just didn’t have room in my heart to hate her anymore. And I think I also knew that Sarah had changed too.”
“So is Rob is my brother then?” I asked confused, making sure I got what she was saying/
“Well half brother. But remember Todd, Rob doesn’t know any of this and he should hear it from his Mom when she’s ready to tell him, not before.”
Mom finally noticed the car was still running and she switched off the engine and we went back inside the house, which had gone from still this morning to ominously quiet in the afternoon. I took my bag to my room and decided to diaper myself, the shock of the news made me crave the security of a diaper.
I had a lot to think about and so I spent most of the afternoon just trying to absorb everything mom had dropped on me. I knew dad had been rowdy, but I just can’t imagine anyone acting like that, and I can’t imagine Mom and Aunt Sarah acting the way they did either.
I didn’t come out of my room until dinnertime and we made sandwiches and ate them in the kitchen over paper towels. As soon as I was done eating I went back to my room and got back on the Internet and did some diaper research. I printed some stuff off to ask Rob and Aunt Sarah about tomorrow afternoon. The printouts I put in my backpack along with gym clothes for the week. I was excited since this was the final week of the year and we only went through Thursday and it was a half day,
Mom came in before bed with some laundry she had done. She set my underwear and socks on my bed and then handed me a cluster of freshly hung clothes to put in my closet. I had no idea how she managed to carry all that at once, it must have been some kind of mom skill.
“Don’t stay up too late or you’ll be hard to get up in the morning” Mom told me before kissing me on the forehead.
I reached up and hugged her tightly. “Thank you for telling me about Rob, and about Dad.”
“You deserved to know, and I’m certain Sarah will tell Rob, but it is probably going to be very hard for her to do so.”
“I can imagine it will be”
“You know it doesn’t change anything? From all I have seen Steve is a good father to both those boys, and Sarah turned out to be a wonderful mom herself. I just hope Rob understands that when she does tell him. Please keep that in mind tomorrow afternoon.”
“I will Mom. I promise I won’t say anything.”
“I know you won’t sweetie. Sleep tight”
“Thanks again Mom, I love you”
“Love you, too” and she hugged me. When she pulled away I felt a little moisture on my cheek and realized she had been crying.
I turned off my computer and got undressed. My diaper was only a little wet, but I knew it wouldn’t last the night so I changed it anyways. I pulled on some PJ shorts and crawled into bed. I thought of all the revelations of the day and it struck me that in some ways I was living the punch of an Alabama joke (the kind they tell in Georgia about Alabama – of course we tell the same jokes about Mississippi). I could hear the punch line rolling around my head “It’s when your brothers your cousin too! HA HA”
I tried to sleep, but sleep was elusive that night and I lay awake for a long time just listening to the quiet and thinking. One thing I noticed that night, as I tried to sleep, was that since I started wearing diapers to bed I almost involuntarily keep putting my hands in my PJ’s and feeling the outside of my diaper? Whenever I became aware of holding my diaper I would move my hands, but as soon as I as no longer paying attention I would find them back down my pants. It wasn’t like I was playing with my self, there wasn’t anything sexual about this, and it was more like I was getting comfort and reassurance from them. I wonder if anyone else does that? I guess I’m just weird eh?
I didn’t really wake up good and proper until I was out the door and on my way to school. I could barely recall telling Mom good morning, or taking a shower, or even if my diaper had been wet or not. I imagine it was wet, since wearing diapers I had only had a couple of mornings where I woke up completely dry, however point being I just couldn’t remember much this morning.
Big school, that’s what everyone called the Simonsville Secondary campus, which housed our combined middle and high school. No one was sure weather big school meant school for big kids, or if big instead referred to its size since it housed 2 school buildings, a gym, and a facilities building on its campus. The west building was what housed classes for 6-8th graders and the east building held grades 9-12. I walked across the road and into the back lot of the school where our P.E. area was which included a football field and a baseball diamond. As I made my way to the west building, I realized I would have no call to come here again after this week, next year I would be going to the East building, which housed the high school portion of big school.
I walked into the west building passing all the kids talking in the hall. I hit my locker and got my books out for first period where I had American History. I turned the corner from my locker headed to my home room and I found Rick and Matt who were talking with a few other kids I didn’t know.
“Morning Rick” I interrupted when I got close to them “Your brother around here?”
Our brother, I thought to myself.
“He already went to homeroom I think” Rick said.
“Okay cool You guys have a good day.” I told them and headed down the hall to where the eighth grade home rooms were located.
Eighth grade was divided into two homerooms designated a and b, each with about 24 kids or so. Rob had homeroom A and I had homeroom B. Both homerooms were on opposite sides of the hall. I was anxious to see Rob and make sure we were still on for this afternoon but I didn’t see him when I stuck my head in the door for ‘A”. As I looked in the door I caught Mandy Starler’s attention.
She waved “Hi Todd”
I used to be able to talk to Mandy, we had sat beside each other in Algebra last year and had become good friends. She was the prettiest girl in the whole class and every bit as kind even though her family was one of the richest in town. My friend Glen Reed’s family either tied or exceed the Starlers in wealth but not class, as the Starlers acted like big city rich folk, except Mandy, she wasn’t the least bit stuck up (which is more than can be said for her sister Elen who was in 11th grade and a real snob or so I hear). Rob confided in my at lunch one day, two weeks after moving here, that Mandy had a crush on me and ever since then I’ve gotten all clenched up when she’s around.
I really wanted to tell her I liked her, too, that I though she was pretty and that her smile made me happy. Instead all I ever managed was a mumbled “Hi Mandy”. Today was no different, I swing and I miss.
The 2 minute warning bell sent a bunch of people for the door making me to step out of the door way. Kevin walked right past me without even a nod.
“Hi Kevin” I said making a cheerful tone into my voice. He didn’t answer.
Well some days just start off bad I guess. I couldn’t find Rob, I couldn’t talk to Mandy, I could talk to Kevin but he wouldn’t talk back. Suck. I went back across the hall and into my own homeroom. I’d just have to wait to talk to Rob until this afternoon at lunch.
The last week of school was always kind of anticlimactic. The teachers wanted out as bad as the students did, and most had quit giving any work since finals we’re done last week. The only teacher I had still giving any real work was Mr. Lancaster, my Social Studies teacher. Most of my school day was spent doing the most minimal busy work we could get by with, or goofing off completely like in Math class we watched some goofy filmstrip on money management.
Lunch came and it was meatloaf Monday, which really wasn’t as bad as it could have been, the vegetables were peas and carrots and by some twisted federal regulation ‘ketchup’ was the second vegetable. Desert was some kind of fruit cup where all the fruit looked different but tasted the same. I took my tray and went to look for Rob who usually got to lunch before me as his third period class was right next to the cafeteria and I had to walk from the other end of the building.
Our cafeteria tables sat four to five people each. William Robert Ports was seated next to Rob, no one called him Will or William, or Bill or Billy, or Billy Bob (well his family calls him that but he HATES it) nope every one calls him BB even most of the teachers. BB was real smart at science and stuff, probably the best student we got at the school in any grade. BB also played every sport our school offered, he played baseball, basketball, football and ran track, he wasn’t the best at any of them but he certainly put in the effort.
Across from BB was his best friend since second grade. Glen Reed looked like a young Alfred Hitchcock, at least in profile if not in features. Glen was our class clown, if there was ever mischief or scandal somewhere nearby Glen was to be found. Glen’s pranks were almost always a hit with his classmates, the problem was more often than adults failed to grasp the humor and so Glen was a constant participant and leader in his own after school sport ‘detention’.
I took my seat across from Rob and Next to Glen. “Sup ya’ll?”
“Nadda” Said BB.
“Damn man, you eat too fast,” I said looking at his tray which was already completely clean.
“Todd, it is not the speed with which he eats that is alarming, it’s the fact that he actually likes this crap that you should find scary” Glen said while poking his meatloaf with a fork as if he was checking to see if it was alive.
“Why Glen it’s so unlike you to citizen food, any food” BB shot back.
“HA! HA! Very funny, and the award for lunchroom appreciation goes to *wait for it* ah Billy Bob” Glen escalated.
“I kinda like it too, I guess” I tried to diffuse the situation before the insults got out of hand. That happens from time to time with those two, neither of them knows when to stop. They never stay mad at each other for more than a few minutes but it is still better if we can head them off at the pass.
“Sup cuz?” I asked Rob who hadn’t touched his food either “Not hungry”
Glen laughed “our boy Rob went and got himself sick this morning didn’t he”
“That’s just what you expect of a city boy though,” BB agreed
Laughing, Glen continued “I was with Scott Redmond by the gate this Morning when Rob got dropped off. Now you know how Scott always has to have a dip before homeroom?”
“Yeah” I said beginning to see where this was going.
“Well Scott offered his can around, like he always does, only duffus here actually says he’ll try some. So he reaches in and grabs a great big old pinch”
I knew where it was going “Rob, you swallowed it didn’t you?” I asked trying not to laugh
“Well yeah, but I didn’t mean too, and yes, I *already* knew not too. It was just Mr. Crosby came to see what we were doing by the gate. And I swallowed involuntarily.”
Glen cut in continuing the story “Scott had whispered to him to just hold it until Mr. Crosby left, but next thing you know Rob here is puking all over the ground, he just missed Mr. Crosby’s shoes by an inch or two”
“So how long did you get?” I asked Rob, normally tobacco infractions earned you a week of detention even if it went beyond the end of school.
“Nothing” Rob stated with a wan smile.
“Nothing?!?” I asked incredulously.
“Mr. Crosby was so amused at seeing Rob turn all greenish yellow that he figured that was lesson enough! Scott, however, was not so lucky” Glen explained with barely contained glee.
I looked to rob and said, “I feel for you Rob I really do. Mom caught me with a can of Dip once a couple years ago and she made me put it all in my mouth at once and hold it there as long as I could. She wouldn’t let me spit, and so my mouth filled up until I had to swallow some. I was sick for almost two days.”
BB beamed “Oh god, she did and it was so funny, too!”
“It was your fault, damn it!” I said
“It was BB, hate to say it, but it was your fault.” Glen agreed
Rob quirked an eyebrow in silent pleading for me to continue.
“Here’s the kicker! BB had left the can at Todd’s house by mistake. But his mom wouldn’t hear it, she just knew it was Todd’s!” Glen and BB both laughed at this. Rob smiled and looked amused and queasy at the same time.
“She was pissed at me for a whole week,” I said.
“Language, Mr. Arlen,” came the stern voice of Mrs. Meriwether who was patrolling the cafeteria.
“Sorry ma’am,” I apologized but I doubt she heard me as she had already moved on to another table.
We had all finished except Rob who still hadn’t touched a bite of his food. The 10-minute bell rang and we all took our trays to the washing window.
“Had a great time this weekend, Rob, Tell your folks I said thanks again. You guys have an awesome place!” BB said as we walked to the entrance.
Of course any house was nice to BB as his unit of measure was his folk’s run down trailer.
“Glad you guys had a good time. We will do it again when Todd can come,” Rob said
“Sounds like a plan to me!” Glen put in.
I wanted to ask Rob what they had done over the weekend, but we came up on the part of the hall where we went in different directions.
”See ya this afternoon?” I asked Rob
“Yeah, see ya then” Rob said as he headed to class.
I loved my schedule, I had P.E. right after lunch and that let me work off what I just ate. After changing clothes and lining up on the basketball court Coach explained he had no particular activity planned so we all got to vote on what to play. The majority of the guys ended up voting for flag football while the girls choose to stay inside and play volleyball.
I would have loved the chance to sit on the bleachers and watch Mandy play volleyball, the idea of her and her teammates bouncing around was certainly appealing, but I couldn’t think of any valid excuse I could use to stay inside.
I have a love-hate relationship with sports. I love the exercise, and I like making the occasional play. But I hate that despite being fairly well coordinated I just suck when it comes to most sports. The only thing sporting I do well is shoot, so I had no expectations of going out and performing well. I was right on the mark, after a half hour of running around not doing any good for my team I was glad when the coach called us in for our showers.
The locker room always smelled bad at the end of the year and the hotter it was outside the worse it smelled. I quickly stripped and threw my clothes in my gym bag before trotting off to the showers. I stepped under the running showerhead and braced myself, you never knew what temperature the water was going to be, the school showers knew only three temperatures of water; freezing, scalding, and annoyingly tepid. Luckily, today it was only annoyingly tepid which was way better than the other two. After I had soaped up and then rinsed off I ducked from under the shower head and headed to the entrance of the showers to grab a towel off the stack. I stood there at the showers entrance and rubbed myself down with the towel before wrapping it around my waist and returning to my locker to get dressed. A couple classmates, Sam and Troy, caught me at the door as I was about to leave “Good game, Todd!”
“Oh, thanks, I didn’t do much” I really didn’t, I wasn’t being modest, I knew I sucked.
“Well it was fun, maybe next time you’ll get the ball” Sam said.
“I hope so too, Ya’ll take it easy,” I told them as we split up in different directions.
The last two periods were uneventful and went quickly enough and before I knew it I was in the van with Rick and Rob on our way back to Aunt Sarah’s. Since Rob and Rick had moved here it had been our custom that on Mondays and Fridays we would get together at one of the houses for a couple of hours to work on homework. More often than not we studied more than we played as from the time they moved in we were preparing for state proficiency tests and then finals. I learned more about my cousins in the last two weeks than I had in the almost two prior months.
Once we got to the farm, Aunt Sarah said she’d make us a snack. So the three of us boys went and sat at the large kitchen table.
“How was school?” Aunt Sarah asked.
We all assured her it was fine.
“Have much homework?”
Rob and I both had none but poor Rick still had one teacher who insisted on giving homework.
“Well get right on it as soon as you get done eating”
“Aunt Sarah, can I ask you something?” I asked pulling my papers from last night from my book bag.
“Sure Todd, go ahead.”
“I was um looking online for supplies and things and I was wondering where you buy for Rob and Rick?”
“Here, like these,” I said handing her the stack of papers I had printed off the Internet the night before.
“Oh those supplies.” She said thumbing through the stack of papers.
“We shop from a variety of places. What were you looking for in particular?” Aunt Sarah asked.
“I think I am going to need some more plastic pants and I am still not sure of what brand of diaper I like best.”
“Well I like Abena’s, they’re my favorite.” Rick chipped in.
“I do too, I also like the prevails,” Rob said.
“I have some of those, that’s what I have been wearing the last few nights” I told them.
“Well I get the boy’s plastic pants from ‘plastic-pants.com’ and I just shop around for the diapers.”
“How about the overalls you let me wear?”
“Oh well there are stores all over the net for things like that, but those overall’s were made by a lady in Jerson who specializes in special clothes. I guess I will just have to make you a list, I can email it to you if you like?”
I pointed to the letters on the bottom of the printout ‘ab/dl aware’ and asked “Is that ab/dl an insurance program? I don’t think mom has that kind of insurance.”
My cousins and my aunt all turned to look at me with the strangest look on their faces. Once they figured out I was serious they all burst into laughter.
“What’d I say?” I said clueless, their laughter was contagious and I couldn’t help but start to laugh myself even though I was embarrassed without even knowing why.
“What’s the commotion?’ Uncle Steve said as he opened the back door onto the kitchen.
“Todd” was all Rob managed to get out before starting to laugh again.
“Oh poor Todd, must be wondering why we are laughing like loons!” Aunt Sarah said with mainly intact composure. “Seems Todd was searching on the Internet for diaper sites and he mistook ‘AB/DL Aware’ as a label for an insurance program”
“I could see how that could happen.” Uncle Steve came to my defense with just a little chuckle. “Don’t worry Todd, I could come out of retirement and sue them for harassment if you like. Take ‘em for everything they’ve got, every cent. Which is mine, isn’t it? So that means you’d take me for all I’ve got. No wait, never mind, bad idea.”
“That’s okay Uncle Steve, so now that I know AB/DL is not an insurance program, what the heck does it mean?”
Uncle Steve glanced questioningly at Aunt Sarah who kind of nodded.
“First, let me ask you this, Todd. When you spent the weekend here with us, and Rob wanted to wear diapers during the day, you went along with it to. Did you go along with his idea to wear just so he wouldn’t feel awkward? Or am I safe in assuming that you went along with it because you wanted to wear them? I seem to recall you even wet them a couple of times that day.” Uncle Steve said in the same manner he had spoken to Matt the night he diapered him.
“Objection Mom, Dad’s leading the witness,” Rick chimed in.
“Very Good Rick! Sustained, but allowable under the circumstances.” Aunt Sarah said patting Rick on the head.
“Yeah I suppose I did want to wear them.” I admitted.
“Well, what did you conclude? I think you must have enjoyed them if you were researching them on the Internet,” Uncle Steve prompted.
“I liked them. A lot, actually. I liked them enough that I’ve worn them other places too.”
Both Rob and Rick were getting excited, their eyes had lit up and they were eager to see how the conversation unfolded.
“I see. And did you like the shortalls too? How about the bibs at breakfast and dinner?”
“The bib was okay, but I really think I want some overalls like Rob’s if I can find them.”
“Good Lad, they were sharp on you, too. Thank you for your honesty in answering” Aunt Sarah interjected.
“You see, Todd, there are other people in the world who, like you, enjoy wearing diapers, even though they might not really need them. Now you wear at night because you need them, but you wore them during the day because you wanted to. There are a lot of people who just simply like diapers, those people like that call themselves Diaper Lovers or DL’s for short.” Uncle Steve paused a moment to see if I was getting all this.
“Ok. I got that, DL is someone who loves diapers weather they need them or not.”
“Great. Now some people like to babied and do baby things while diapered, maybe they like to drink from a bottle, or suck their thumb, or sleep in a crib. Those people are called Adult Babies or AB’s for short. So if a store is AB/DL aware then they at least know about AB/DL people and might have special products available just to please them.”
“We’re TB’s” Rick said pointing to Rob and back to him self.
“TB’s? “ I asked
“Teen Babies.” Rob continued “I will show you lot’s of websites where you can meet friends and people just like us.”
”So how’d you guys find this stuff out, is it common in Chicago?” I asked
“No I don’t think it’s common anywhere.” Aunt Sarah said
“It was my fault” Rob said. “Rick started wetting the bed when he was seven. And I felt attracted to the pull-ups Mom and Dad bought him. In fact I got caught stealing them and it really freaked Mom and Dad out”
“Well we had never heard of such things, so our first impression was Rob needed help. So we talked to a friend of ours, a psychologist, who we used as expert testimony from time to time. We asked him what he thought.” Aunt Sarah said.
“He brought us a ream of research, including many websites to look at, and he made it very clear there was nothing wrong with these types of feelings as long as it didn’t interfere with living a normal life. He explained that Rob should not be made to feel guilty or ashamed of the way he felt, as his diaper desires were a deep placed component of who he is. The psychological term for this kind of association is Vestic Paraphellia.” Uncle Steve continued before pausing to let his wife finish.
“We thought long and hard and finally concluded to take our colleagues advice and let Rob peruse this as he saw fit. After all, if we knew what Rob was doing we could monitor the situation and take control if things got out of hand, whereas if Rob was doing this behind our backs we would be powerless to do anything” Aunt Sarah ended with a smile for both of her boys.
“I suddenly didn’t mind my pull-ups, I had always liked them but I didn’t want anyone to know so I acted like I hated them. Once I knew I wasn’t weird, I wanted everything just like my big brother!” Rick said.
“So why did you guys think I was like that?” I asked looking at Rob and Aunt Sarah.
“We didn’t. Your Mom explained after we moved here that we couldn’t rush sleepovers because you wet and might be embarrassed. I had tried to explain to her that the boys here wet and we were used to dealing with it, but your mom figured you would be too embarrassed if you felt pushed into anything. Apparently you had a real bad time at a sleep over a few years ago.”
I nodded at this remembering the embarrassment of being the only wet boy out of the four of us. Kevin didn’t mind, we were still friends at that time, and BB and Glen never said a word beyond ‘it’s okay’. But it wasn’t okay for me. I can still remember Mr. Rosetick complaining loudly about the pissy smell in Kevin’s room.
“I took the boys aside that Friday night and explained to them that you might be nervous about wetting the bed and that we would offer you a diaper as a solution to deal with your wetting, but if you said no it meant no.” Aunt Sarah explained before adding “Honestly after the way your Mom had gone on, the last thing I expected was for you to agree.”
“So how’d you know to ask me on Saturday?” I asked Rob.
“Well the way you watched me get my diaper changed for one thing, you looked like you wanted one too. I’ve had friends see me get changed before and no one has ever had a look quite like yours. Then all night you kept looking at either mine or Rick’s diaper. When you went to sleep you were smiling and feeling your diaper. I do that too, so it wasn’t that hard to figure out.”
It was all beginning to make sense now. “So is that why you bought the extra diapers on Saturday, just so you could take them to my house for me?”
“Basically yes, I knew you would probably want to wear them at night for your wetting, and you Mom did seem real happy that you had found a solution to your problem. I don’t think she ever in a million years expected you to volunteer for diapers or I am certain she would have tried it when you first started wetting. That afternoon when I dropped the diapers off, I told her not to be surprised if you wanted to wear them sometimes during the day. I explained that many other boys with your problem, including my two, did the same.”
“So that’s why she went along with it so easily!” I said surprised and shocked at the how the whole thing had gone down. Everything I said must have dovetailed nicely into her expectations when we spoke about the Saturday Walt, Quentin and I met in the Target bathroom. “Did you tell her about AB and DL stuff?”
“No Todd, that might have been a little much all at once, don’t you think?” Aunt Sarah said soothingly
“I told her I liked them and wanted to wear sometimes, she said okay and acted happy for me.”
“I was certain she would be, she loves you very much and she was very worried that your wetting was keeping you from enjoying your self around your friends. She thought you might have even pushed friends away in the past because of your wetting.”
“Well I don’t know if I am ready to have BB or Glen spend the night anytime soon” I said.
“Why not?” Rob asked “BB and Glen stayed over Saturday night and I know they couldn’t have missed my diapers.”
“Or mine!” Rick put out all puffed with pride.
“Or yours eh? You need to go do your homework before it gets any later. Now get.” Aunt Sarah mockingly scolded her youngest.
Rick went to the playroom to do his homework leaving Rob and I along with Uncle Steve and Aunt Sarah at the kitchen table.
“So handsome, how’s my desk?” Aunt Sarah asked Uncle Steve.
“It’s finally all stripped and I will sand it down tomorrow. If we are lucky it will be ready to be stained by week’s end” Uncle Steve explained while he worked a paring knife around the peel of an apple.
Uncle Steve cut the apple into eighths and we each had a couple of pieces. Conversation stayed on the light end, Rob was excited about his essay being entered to win governor’s honors, Aunt Sarah had spent part of the day cleaning the office and pulling down wallpaper, and I told everyone about Walt and Quentin and going to the fair.
“So that man at Target the other day, that’s your Mothers new boyfriend?”
“Yes ma’am” Was what I told her, but an evil little voice wanted me to ask why she wanted to know. Was it so she could sleep with him too? I sometimes don’t know where things like that come from.
The phone rang and Aunt Sarah lifted the handset.
“Yes, oh hi Matt, yes, just a moment.”
She set the phone down and stepped over to the stairs. “Rick, telephone! It’s Matt.”
“Coming!” Ricks’ distant voice called out from upstairs.
Aunt Sarah picked back up the phone “He’ll be here in just a moment. Matt, is something wrong?”
Rick appeared and held his hand out for the phone.
Covering the receiver with one hand Aunt Sarah told him “I think something’s wrong so you can talk longer than 10 minutes if you need to” before handing him the handset.
“Hey Matt… Uh huh… No way… He didn’t… No… So are you in trouble?” Rick said sounding more worried by the moment. “No... It’s okay… No... We can talk about it at school tomorrow… Will you... No... Dude... It’s gonna be okay… okay… Call back when you can. Bye:
When Rick hung the phone up he looked almost sick to his stomach.
“What’s wrong?” Aunt Sarah asked.
“Kevin, Matt’s older brother, was going through Matt’s room and found his Goodnites he had got from me. Kevin showed his parents and now they are all freaked out. Matt’s dad already spanked him once.”
“Oh dear. The poor thing he must be devastated” Aunt Sarah said with her voice filled with compassion and sympathy.
She picked up the phone and after dialing said “Hello Kevin, Is your Momma in?... Thank You… Anelda? I just heard about a little problem with our boys and I wanted to see what I could do to fix it before things got out of hand. Rick just came to me, upset as can be about poor Matt getting in trouble all on account of him. Yeah, well Rick has this bad habit of thinking if he gives his diapers away he won’t have to wear them. It’s happened more than once that he has hidden some of his diapers in his friend’s backpacks thinking that if we run out then he won’t have any more to wear. It’s gotten so bad we keep an extra pack in the trunk of the car.. No No. Anelda, not at all. No. I’m sure if your boy did anything wrong it was only in trying to help his friend, and that’s not anything you want to punish too harshly, now is it? Well I’m certain the spanking is punishment enough for the boy.” Suddenly Aunt Sarah got the most wicked grin on her face. “Of course at that age it’s hard to know if any lesson sinks in, maybe if ha actually had to wear them for a while he would think twice before “helping” Rick next time. I absolutely think it work. Of course… I will. Uhh-huh. Bye bye.”
After Aunt Sarah hung up the handset Rick was smiling at ear to ear “Thanks Mom! That was the greatest! “
“It was pretty good, but Rick, I should not have been put in that position to begin with! I told you no when you asked about lending him some of your goodnights, and I had told you no for this very reason. I said he could wear here, and if anything ever came of it we could say he was wearing so you wouldn’t feel bad. But letting him take some home, that’s just irresponsible!”
“You’re right, and I’m sorry. But how else was he supposed to get them? It’s not fair.”
“Lot’s of things aren’t fair, Rick. Not everyone has parents that can or will understand this, and this certainly isn’t the best way to approach them”
“I know, it’s just, he wanted them that’s all”
“Yes Rick, but no is still no. Now go finish your homework and when you are done write an apology to Matt for disobeying us and getting both of you in trouble.”
“Yes Mom” Rick said before heading back upstairs, tail between his legs.
Mom got to Aunt Sarah’s about fifteen minutes later to take me home.
“You guys sure you can’t stay for dinner? Steve is cooking tonight so it should be edible at least” Aunt Sarah asked Mom
“I wish we could, but I got laundry to finish tonight and some samples to set up in the lab”
“Well call me when you get home, if you get a chance. I have some stuff to ask you” Aunt Sarah said. The sisters hugged and Mom herded me toward the door “Don’t forget your books Todd” She reminded me.
I hugged Aunt Sarah extra hard before leaving, grateful for what she had done for me and even for what she had done for Matt.
“Night everyone! Thanks Aunt Sarah and Uncle Steve. Night Rob see you tomorrow at school. Tell Rick I said good night,” I said before stepping out the back door where Mom had the car idling.
Chapter 9 – Ruby Tuesday, Sleepy Jean, and Alice. Who the Hell is Alice?
Tuesday morning and it was rainy and wet outside, of course it was wet inside my diaper too. Mom was at the kitchen table reading over some paper for work.
“Morning, mom,” I yawned
“Morning, honey, sleep good?”
“Uh-huh,” I said, pouring a bowl of cereal.
“I’m going to be working late tonight, think you can find something around here for dinner?”
“Yeah, probably so.”
“Well, try not to burn the house down.”
“HA HA, a guy burns down the house a few times and no one will ever let him forget it.”
Mom laughed, we had been running this joke for years, ever since I had burnt her breakfast so bad on Mother’s Day when I was 11.
The rain kept the mood at school somber and the day seemed to just drag on and on. My fifth period class was English and our teacher had us go to the library to each pick out a book to read over the summer.
Our library kind of sucked book-wise and since we could read anything we like, and I would read many books over the summer. I virtually had the whole period to myself.
I saw Kevin sitting alone at one the big round tables that were in each of the four corners of the library. All last night before going to sleep I had thought about Kevin and why he had changed so much over the last three years. I thought about what he had done to Matt, why was he being so mean? He and Matt had always gotten along real well. Sure, we picked on Matt a bunch when he wanted to tag along with us, but that’s normal, right? I remember all of us making sure our fun never got too far out of hand, Phillip’s punishments were legendary. so I just couldn’t imagine Kevin deliberately getting his little brother in trouble.
I pulled up a chair and sat beside him. Kevin didn’t even look at me or say a word.
“Kevin?” I asked and he ignored me.
“Come on, Kevin,” I said, getting mad.
“What?” he said, his voice flat and emotionless.
“What you did to Matt was uncool.”
“You have no idea what I did or didn’t do to Matt.”
“True enough, but you’ve changed, Kevin. I know we haven’t been friends now for a couple of years. You just all of a sudden decided you didn’t like me. Why did you stop being my friend?”
“You don’t want to have this conversation here and now, Todd.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean, you don’t want to have this conversation here. Drop it”
“Okay, dropped, but when then, Kevin? We were best friends, since I can remember, and man I miss our friendship.”
“Damn it, Todd, Just drop it. We’ll talk after school.”
And sure enough, after school Kevin was waiting for me just on the other side of the bleachers on my way home.
We stood there for a minute and neither one of us spoke; we just started at each other. After a few minutes I just shrugged and started walking to my house.
“That’s why,” Kevin said causing me to stop.
“Todd, I never stopped being your friend, you stopped being mine.”
“What does that mean? I never stopped being your friend”
“Bullshit. When was the last time we did anything like we used to? Just one day all of a sudden you don’t want me coming over to your house, you wouldn’t come spend the night, and if we weren’t in school then you didn’t have any use for me. You even quit scouts; you made it pretty clear how you felt,” Kevin said, his face getting red his voice becoming hot with temper.
“I had reasons, Kevin, it wasn’t you. And besides, I’m still friends with BB and Glen, they don’t think I stopped liking them because they don’t come over.”
Suddenly his anger was gone, replaced instead with a sadness that cut into me like a knife “That may be true, but I didn’t know BB or Glen either one was supposed to be your best friend”
“Damn, dude, what do you want?”
“You’re the one who asked me ‘why’ Todd. Now I’m telling you why. It was you who let our friendship drop, not me. You want to know what I want, okay, I’ll tell you what I want. I want to know why you shunned me, tell me now and without hesitation.”
I sucked in my breath and tried to pull on some of the courage I had gained over the past week. “I’ll do better than that, I’ll show you”
Christ on a crutch, what the hell was I doing? Once I showed Kevin then my life was truly going to be over. Finished. I can’t begin to explain how confused all this makes me feel. I mean, half the time I wanted everyone to see and hear my diapers; the other half the time it’s a big dark secret.
“Follow me,” I said and headed for the road, which separated the school from my house.
I unlocked the back door and led him into the kitchen and down the hall to my room. I thought my heart was about to explode in my chest. “Here that’s why” I said
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Sit down on my bed”
Kevin sat down “Okay, now why?”
“Can’t you even tell what your sitting on?!?”
“Your bed, so what?”
“It’s a plastic sheet, Kevin. That’s why I didn’t want you coming over and seeing me with a plastic sheet, or seeing my bed without sheets each day because I had wet them the night before.”
Kevin pushed his hand into the mattress and made it crinkle a bit “So? I grew up with one of these, remember; it’s no big deal. I didn’t even notice, but even if I had, why do you think I would have cared? How many times did you see me pee my pants and get in trouble?”
“Yeah you were like 6 then, and there’s a big difference when you’re almost 13.”
“Not to me there isn’t. I remember our last sleepover; all four of us were there, and it was Glen’s birthday I think, you wet the bed that night?”
“Yeah, and that was the last time I had a sleepover, either, your dad gave me as much shit as he used to give you.”
“I told you then that I didn’t care if you wet the bed, AND IT WAS MY BED YOU WET. So your birthday rolls around and you didn’t even invite anyone to sleep over. That was tradition! I could forgive the once, but then my birthday came and you wouldn’t come over. What was I supposed to think?”
“I didn’t even think about that, I just didn’t want you to find out that I was wetting my bed all the time”
“I wouldn’t have cared. Honest. I don’t care now. Why couldn’t you just get those bedwetter pants anyways? My dad wouldn’t have known about that.”
“I didn’t even know they existed. And speaking of bedwetter pants, if you supposedly don’t care about these things then why in the hell did you get Matt in so much trouble yesterday?’
“Wha? I meant to ask how you know about that. I didn’t get him in any trouble he didn’t ask for. It was his damn idea, he hid them where he thought mom would find them and she didn’t. So he wanted me to go tell Mom he was hiding diapers in his room, he thought Mom was going to make him wear them I think, but instead she freaked out and dad gave him a whipping.”
“I guess he’s was too young to remember the whippings you used to get for wetting your pants,” I laughed for the first time since we started this talk.
“No, and I tried to tell him. I told him he would be better off keeping them hidden than mom and dad finding out. He’s a stubborn little prick sometimes. Still after he got whipped he got what he wanted, he has to wear them for the next three nights.”
“Man, I am so sorry; I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything, and I didn’t mean to push you away. I was just scared, I didn’t want to lose your friendship and I guess that’s what I did.”
“No you didn’t, it has just been on hold, but damn it, Todd, did you think that little of me that you thought I would stop being your friend and throw away our friendship just because you wet the bed?”
“I’m sorry that was stupid of me.”
“Damn straight it was. I better call Mom real quick and tell her where I’m at.”
I sat at my desk stunned while Kevin went to use the phone.
He came back to my room and sat on the bed.
“Um Kevin there’s something else, too.” I thought to myself ‘In for a penny in for a pound eh’ before letting the bomb drop “Look next to my trunk.”
“Whoa, those yours?” Kevin asked picking up the open bag of Prevail’s.
“No I’m hiding diapers in my room for your brother. Of course they’re mine,” I said, falling into the old patterns of our friendship.
“Those the same as your cousins wear?”
It was my turn to be surprised. “How’d you know about that?”
“Well I made Matt tell me where he had gotten the Goodnites at. He was supposed to try and get me one of Rob’s diapers next time he was over, for me to try on. I figured there was no chance of me getting an invite because, well you know, because we weren’t speaking and I figured your cousin hated me as much as you did.”
“I can get you that invite now, I bet!” I said
“Do your aunt and uncle really change them?”
“Yeah, they do”
“Wow! Does your mom change you, too?”
“Nope. She did the first few days and then she made it pretty clear I could wear diapers if I wanted, but it was my job to take care of them”
“Have you ever worn them during the day?” Kevin asked, getting more excited.
“Yeah, I wore to the fair the other day, and some on the weekends, too.”
“God that is so cool. Your cousins, too?”
“I think so, but I’m not sure.” I didn’t think it was my place to say anything about Rob and Rick
“So, what do you like them or something?”
“Honestly, yes. I’d wear them all the time if I could.” There it is, the big one, if diapers didn’t shock him, that will. He’ll be running out the door any second now.
“In all my life I never expected to meet another TB in all of Alabama, much less one in my own town who just so happens to be my best friend!” By the time he had it out of his mouth he looked like he regretted his choice of words.
At first TB didn’t even phase me, that Kevin should know the term much less use it in conversation. For the moment I was just happy he called me his best friend, even after a little over two years that we could patch things up was amazing. “It’s okay, I know what you mean, I am just beginning to learn how much I love diapers, so I guess I am a TB too, although I think I just like the diapers more than being a baby.”
He picked back up my bag of diapers and stared at the package. “Can I?” He asked.
“Knock yourself out,” I told him.
He picked a diaper from the package and set it down on the bed. I had halfway expected him to run to the bathroom or something, but instead he took off his shoes sitting right there on the edge of my bed.
I went ahead and pulled the changing mat out. “Here ya go, this way you don’t get powder or anything on my bed.”
He stood up and put the pad out on my bed before lying back down on top of it. He just lay there for a minute before looking at me expectantly. “Come on now, hook me up.”
“Dude, come on. Put the diaper on me, I’ll put one on you, too”
This was absolutely f*ing surreal. It would seem that anything I think I know is probably wrong. A half hour ago I thought Kevin hated me, and in the space of an afternoon he is begging me to diaper him. Earth is probably back to being flat again, too, and the moon is made of Swiss cheese. I think I must have fallen down some rabbit hole and ended up in Oz or something.
I pushed his t-shirt up on his chest giving me a bit of room to work with. I fumbled for a minute before I got his pants unbuttoned and his fly down. His jeans came off his hips easy enough and I just went ahead and pulled them off all together. Kevin’s penis was obviously erect and straining at the front of his jockey shorts. I heard his breath catch as I pulled his underwear down, which caused his penis to flop back and forth a few times before finally resting at attention.
“Excited, aren’t you?” I asked as I unfolded the diaper.
“Dude, more than you know, man I’ve wanted this all my life. All those times as a kid, when I wet, I wanted so badly for mamma to put me in one of Matt’s diapers, he was still wearing them to bed and I wanted them so badly. I’ve dreamed about this” He lifted his butt in the air so I could slide the diaper under him.
I got my oil and powder out and started to oil his diaper area, his breathing accelerated and he seemed to grow even stiffer. “Truth is, I had planned to wet the bed if you had kept wetting yours, so we could be the same, and if one of us got diapers well then we both would. Then all of a sudden you didn’t want to be around me and I didn’t know what to do, I figured you had somehow figured out what I wanted and thought I was a freak. And Todd, a few minutes ago I lied to you. I noticed your plastic sheet as soon as I sat down, do you know how I wish I still had one on my bed?”
After I had powdered his crotch I pulled the diaper up between his legs. The front of the diaper wouldn’t lay flat because of his erection and that made it a bit more difficult to tape on, but I finally got it.
Kevin stood back up and his t-shirt fell back into place. He looked at himself in the mirror just grinning at his reflection. Is that the way I looked at myself the other night at Auth Sarah’s? Kevin’s diaper was tented out severely in the front still; I wondered how the tapes were managing to hold. I opened my top drawer and on a whim got out my snap on fire truck pants, which I handed to him. “Here you go, big fella, my favorite pants.”
“God, Todd, you got baby pants too?”
Kevin snapped the pants together and then stepped into them before again turning to gaze in my mirror. He rubbed the outside of his diaper the same way I had done. I laughed.
“You should have seen your little brother; he did the exact same thing. So did I for that matter.”
“Okay a deal’s a deal. Let’s get you changed.”
I had already kicked my shoes off, so I went ahead and lay down on my bed. Kevin pushed my shirt all the way up into my armpits. I started to undo my belt for him, but he told me “I’ve got it” and he brushed my hands away. He opened my belt and with more ease than I had with his, Kevin undid my pants. He took my jeans and boxers down at one time, my own erection mimicking his as he slid a diaper up under me.
Kevin took the baby oil and began rubbing it in, and when he got to my penis he kept rubbing and rubbing until I had to tell him to stop or I was going to come all over. “Sokay, I don’t mind.” His tempo got quicker and within another couple of minutes I was spent. Kevin used a baby wipe to clean me off before he sprinkled powder onto my diaper area. My penis had gone soft and Kevin took no hesitation in arranging it so my dick hung over my balls before pulling the diaper between my legs and taping it down.
Kevin opened my top drawer and rummaged about in my pants before finding a pair of pull-ons for me. They were probably my second favorite pair of pants; they were light blue and decorated with cartoon zoo animals. He slipped the pants over my ankles and had me stand so he could pull them up over my diaper.
Kevin went to his school things and got his gym shorts out and pulled them on over his diaper. I got out some shorts too and pulled them on at which point we both headed to the kitchen.
“Mom won’t be back for a bit, so I’m on my own for dinner. Wanna stay?”
“Sure, lemme call Mom again and let her know,”
I went and pulled the freezer open and got us a couple of potpies out and threw them in the oven.
We played games on the PS2 for an hour or so until the timer went off and we went into the kitchen to eat dinner. I was putting our silverware in the dishwasher when Mom pulled up into the driveway.
“Mom’s home if you want to go change,” I told Kevin.
“It’s all right, you said she knows about your cousins, right? She’ll know about me, too, I guess,” Kevin said
The idea made me uneasy, but it was too late for me to do anything. The car door closed and mom was headed for the door when I hissed to Kevin “Dude, what if she tells your mom?”
It was obvious that Kevin hadn’t thought about that as he suddenly had a frenzied panic look in his eyes.
“Too late now,” was all I could say before mom stepped through the door.
“I’m home!” Mom called out stepping through the door with a white plastic bag on her arm.
“Hi mom!” I said.
“Hi, Ms. Arlen” Kevin said as calm and cool as could be, showing none of the panic from a moment ago.
“Kevin! It’s so nice to see you!” Mom saw the pot pie boxes sitting on the counter “Did you boys just get done eating?”
“Yes ma’am, just got done loading the dishwasher,” I said.
“Well, I stopped at the store on the way home. Since you boys are done eating, would you two please give me a hand with the groceries, please?”
I think Kevin had thought to not move around too much with mom around, but what could he do now? He knew he was busted. Reluctantly, he followed me out to the driveway and grabbed several of the plastic bags to take in.
We put the groceries on the counter and Mom asked me to give her a hand carrying a box to her lab. Mom had converted the garage into a lab so she could do some work from home. She had all of her equipment set up and it was not unusual for her to get rocks and dirt mailed to her several times a week.
“Be right back, man” I told Kevin before going to help Mom.
I grabbed the box from her trunk and carried it into the garage where mom was waiting.
“So I take it you and Kevin patched things up?” She asked.
“Yes ma’am” and then I told her the abbreviated version of our conversation leading up to the point where he asked to try a diaper.
“I am so glad you two have reconciled” Mom said genuinely happy.
“I guess I did push him away, didn’t I?”
“A little, but he was a true friend, waiting for you. You should be grateful”
“Mom I know it’s a school night, but do you think Kevin could stay over?” I asked.
Mom didn’t answer right away so I chipped in. “I can even lend him some of my clothes in the morning”
“I see you’ve already done that,” Mom said dryly.
“Oh, that. You noticed. Umm”
“Don’t explain. I don’t think I want to know. What is it with boys and diapers these days?”
“He just wanted to see what they’re like. I think he felt sorry for me, and wanted to show me they weren’t a big deal to him. Don’t tell his mom okay, Mrs. Rosetick just wouldn’t understand.” Score one for Aunt Sarah’s reasoning, I thought
“Now Todd, I wont lie to Anelda, but I wont go out of my way to tell her, either. That’s the best you’re going to get. Now as far as sleeping over, it is a school night, but as long as you two don’t stay up too late and his parents say it’s okay then I don’t see why not.”
“Thanks, Mom!” I said as I hugged her before running back to the kitchen.
“Hey man, stay the night? Mom said it was okay.”
“For real? I don’t know if mom will let me but I can ask!”
Kevin got the okay to stay, but only after telling his mom that I would loan him clean clothes in the morning.
Later that night just before we got ready for bed Kevin asked me “Did your mom say anything about my diaper?”
“Nah, she noticed, but she’s cool. She said she wouldn’t tell your mom unless she was flat out asked and then she said she wouldn’t lie.”
“Todd, your Mom is so cool.”
And I smiled to myself, yeah she is, at that. I had wet my diaper several times so just after I got undressed I got my stuff out to change.
“Need a hand?” Kevin asked.
“Sure, why not?” I replied letting him change my diaper.
I reciprocated and gave him his PJ’s to put on. I was still pulling on my t-shirt when mom knocked on my door.
“Come on in, we’re decent,” I said.
Mom opened the door. “There’s pudding and milk in the kitchen, but after that you need to brush your teeth and then off to bed.”
“Yes ma’am” We both managed in unison.
Chapter 10 – Proud Mary, Big Wheels and Hash Browns on the Side
I woke up a few minutes before my alarm and turned it off before it could make any loud and annoying sounds. I swung me feet out of bed and with a stretch; I stood up with that early morning awkwardness. Some people bolt out of bed ready for the day; I ain’t one of them.
Mom and Kevin were sitting at the kitchen table talking, but low enough that I couldn’t hear what they were saying. When I passed by them, they stopped their conversation.
“Good Morning! Sleep well?” Mom asked.
“Great! I think,” I replied while washing my hands at the sink. I sat down and grabbed a biscuit from the plate in the center of the table.
“Next to the last day of school for you both, eh? Have you got summer plans, Kevin?” Mom asked.
“Well scout camp, but that’s not until August. Other than that, I can’t much think of anything. Just gonna hang out I guess. Specially now that I can hang with my best friend again.”
“Well, you boys hurry and eat so you can get ready for school. Todd, why don’t you take a shower in my room so Kevin can use your bathroom?”
“Sure thing, Mom,” I told her and she got up from the table.
“See you tonight. Be good and have fun today!” With that, Mom headed out the door to work.
“Dude! Go ahead and use your own bathroom. I’m not gonna take a shower, I have P.E. first period, so it seems a waste,” Kevin told me.
“Well, your call. Is your diaper wet?” I asked, and the fact that I was asking my best friend if he had peed his diaper was not lost on me.
“Yeah, a bunch. See?” Kevin said standing up. Even with the plastic pants and through his PJ’s you could see the diaper was sagging.
“Well don’t you at least want to take a shower to get the pee off?”
“Oh, I guess you’re right.”
So, I ended up using Mom’s shower after all. Kevin was already back in my room when I got there.
“I know I’ve already imposed, but can I take a diaper home today after school?”
“Sure, I don’t mind. In fact, here!” I grabbed my diaper bag off my door and pulled out the two Savemax diapers, which I had been avoiding since opening the Prevail. I handed them to Kevin.
“Thanks man, I really appreciate it!”
“Not a problem!” I picked up my pre-shower plastic pants, “What did you do with your plastic pants?”
“I washed them out and hung them in your bathroom, didn’t know what you did with them but figured that would be okay.”
Surprised by his answer, I said, “That’s exactly what I do with them, thanks!”
I came back a second later after having washed my pants out, too. I opened my top drawer and tossed him some underwear. “Grab what you want out of the closet.”
Kevin looked at the boxers I threw him and frowned “Todd, you got anything less boxery?”
“Umm, I think so,” I said tossing him a pair of briefs instead.
“Cool, I know beggars can’t be choosers, but I hate boxers.” Kevin explained. “But they’re okay on you, I mean; I just don’t like to wear them.”
“Whatever!” I said stepping into some jeans, and feeling a twinge of regret at not being diapered. I feel that way most days now.
Kevin and I left for school and what was going to turn out to be another unremarkable day. At lunch, Kevin sat with us and if this surprised anyone, they certainly didn’t act like it. In fact, the only thing said out of the ordinary, aside from introducing Rob to Kevin, was when BB said to Glen “See, I told ya they’d kiss and make up someday.”
“Shut up BB, the only one I kissed lately was your mom!” Kevin said.
Which prompted Glen to say “Did you know, Kevin? I’ve been wondering about what it’s like, kissing his mom, without having to do the deed myself. Could you tell me, did her mustache tickle?”
This caused all of us, including BB to start laughing.
“So Rob your Birthday is right around the corner isn’t it?” Glen asked Rob.
“Yeah, weekend after next; then Todd’s is three days after mine!” Rob said.
Glen got this excited look about him, “Hey Kevin, now that you two are back on good terms, think we ought to revive our old birthday tradition?”
“Defiantly, and we can induct Rob here into them, too.”
“What’s that?” Rob asked curiously.
I was a bit apprehensive about the whole thing. Sure, Glen and BB knew about Rob’s diapers but if we did this, they’d damn sure would know about mine too. Well probably, know about Kevin’s too, because I had this sinking suspicion that Kevin won’t pass up any opportunity to get diapered. That was just letting too much cat out of the bag. Yet how much had I lost from being afraid these last two years and how much had I gained in the last two weeks? It seems like just about everyone has found out about my diapers and so far nothing bad has happened. What did I have to lose anyway?
“Since we were all in kindergarten we have got together on our birthdays and had a party and a sleepover,” I explained.
“That defiantly sounds cool. We could get together at my place! I’m sure my folks wouldn’t mind, and we could always head out to the woods and camp if the weather looks good!” Rob offered.
That settled it; everyone thought the idea was great. Well, I was warming up to the idea, but under the circumstances what could I do? Besides, it would be great to have the old gang reunited. We agreed to have our party, not this Saturday, but the next. Pending approval from everyone’s parents, of course.
The rest of the school day passed without incident and I was in a great mood when I finally got home that afternoon. Mom’s car was in the driveway; I guess she had gotten off work early.
“Hi Mom, I’m home!” I called out when I stepped through the back door.
“Weird, no reply, mom must be busy somewhere,” I thought to myself. So, I took my school bags up to my room and emptied my gym bag into my hamper. I knew I wouldn’t need them since I wouldn’t be having P.E. tomorrow because of the half-day. My book bag was lighter than normal, too, having turned in most of my books today. School was almost over!
I walked down the hall and found mom’s door closed. I could faintly hear running water and figured she must be taking a shower. I decided to go ahead and put a diaper on, but in doing so, I noticed that I was down to only a few Prevails left. I was going to have to open another bag soon.
I figured I had a few minutes to surf the web while Mom was in the shower; so I booted up my computer and after checking out my normal gaming sites, I checked my email. Kevin had emailed me and boy did he ever send me a list of sites to visit.
I had only just begun to go through the sites when Mom came out of her room. “Hey there, kiddo!” She hailed, “How was school?”
“Okay, I guess. Boring mainly. We turned in all our books and stuff, so I guess we’re not gonna do much tomorrow, either.”
“Poor guy-all bored at school!” mom teased, “It’s too bad you won’t remember this by the time you get to working. Kids just don’t ever really know exactly how good they have it until it’s gone and you are a slave to the rat race.”
“Ha-ha! Yeah, you’re probably right,” I laughed back.
“Going to go shopping tonight, I’m out of town on Friday and will be gone until the middle of next week,” Mom said.
“Am I going to stay with Rob then?” I asked.
“Sure are! Talked with Sarah about it Monday night when we got home.”
“Cool! I was going to ask about staying over there this weekend anyways. Kevin, Glen and BB are going to come over and were going to get together for a birthday sleepover just like the old days!”
“That’s wonderful news! Are you nervous about having Billy and Glen find out about your...”
“My diapers? A little, I suppose,” I said, “But Rob said they spent the night at his house last weekend. So they had to know about Rob, probably Rick too and they didn’t seem to treat Rob any different at school today.”
So we locked up the house and headed out so we could shop. Although mom hadn’t specified, I figured we were driving out to Jerson when we turned away from town. I mean, we don’t have much in the way of shops here in Simonsville beyond one grocery and one hardware store. It was just about 10 minutes ‘til 5:00 when we pulled up to Tucker Family Pharmacy where Mom and I had stopped last weekend. I really didn’t know why we were stopping, I still had two unopened bags of diapers at the house, but if Mom wanted to buy me more, I certainly wasn’t going to argue with her.
We walked to the back of the store where the old soda bar had been turned into the pharmacist’s counter and checkout. Cheryl was nowhere to be seen; instead, a small short man with silvery-white hair was behind the counter.
“Can I help you?” The man asked, and I noticed right away that he had a trace of a delta accent in his voice, as if he was from Louisiana or Mississippi.
“We’re here to pick up an order for Arlen, please.” Mom explained.
“Oh you must be the folks Cheryl done told me ‘bout. I’m John Tucker, nice to meet ya!”
“Nice to meet you, too!” Mom said and I followed with, “Nice to meet you, too Mr. Tucker.”
He reached across the counter and shook Mom’s hand and then mine. “It’s nice to meet you both! You must be Todd?” he asked.
”Yes, sir,” I said back.
“Well Todd, let’s see what we have,” he said as he bent down to fetch some items from beneath the counter.
He placed two small sacks on the counter, each with a sheet of paper stapled to the bag with ‘Arlen’ written across it. He reached in the first bag and pulled out several small individually wrapped items.
“We have 4 pair waterproof pants in plain white. We have 4 waterproof pants, assorted prints.” He said checking each item before putting it back in the bag. “In this bag we have Stay-Tucked undershirts, three no-legs, and two with legs.”
I wondered to myself what he meant by Stay-Tucked? While I was examining the contents of the bags, trying to see what kind of print I had gotten on my plastic pants Mr. Tucker went through the big swinging door at the back of the pharmacy.
“Thanks Mom!” I said to Mom while Mr. Tucker was gone.
“You’re welcome, but thank your Aunt Sarah, too! She and I talked when we got home Monday night and she gave me some advice on some things you would need.” She told me before continuing, “I was surprised the turn around on the order was this quick though. I only placed the order yesterday morning.”
“Oh our supplier is in Birmingham and I was up that ways anyways yesterday afternoon! So I picked up your order personally rather than make you wait.” Mr. Tucker said returning with a large cardboard box.
“Well thank you very much Mr. Tucker! That was very kind of you to do that.”
“It wasn’t any trouble at all, promise!” He told mom as he studied a green piece of paper. It looked to be a second or third copy of something and I guessed it was an invoice of some kind.
The big box was a case of SecurePlus brand diapers. I read the side of the box and did the math in my head, 6 bags of 12 were, uh, 72 diapers. “That ought to last a bit.” I thought to myself. Mom paid for the items and we were about to take everything to the car when Mr. Tucker asked. “Todd, you look about what; 15 to me, that right?”
“15 in a week and a half,” I told him.
“That right? You know, you can work at 15 don’t you? You have a job lined up for the summer?”
“No sir, I don’t have any plans.”
“We’ll how’d you like a job?”
“I’d love too, but we live in Simonsville and I have no way to get anywhere.”
“See Cheryl mentioned you at dinner Sunday night, about how you were so upfront about your needs. Other young people your age would be embarrassed about needing protective garments such as these, yet Cheryl said you seemed absolutely fearless to her. Well there are a lot of kids who find themselves needing dia...; um protection and they sometimes need someone to talk to who might understand.” He said, pausing as if he didn’t know how to continue.
“It’s okay, Mr. Tucker, I call them diapers, too,” I said, surprised at how bold I could be with a stranger; and to think at lunch I was worried about what Glen or BB would think, and now here I am batting the word diaper around as if it were the stuff of casual conversation.
“See that’s exactly what Cheryl meant. You see, besides running the pharmacy, each summer I also work as administrator for camp Ontonko. It’s a regional camp for kids with continence problems. I found out about the camp when looking for a camp for my own son to attended when he was just a boy.” Mr. Tucker continued, “The camp did wonders for John! The biggest benefit for him came when he served as a Junior and then a Senior Counselor. Seeing how those experiences helped John so much, I found myself becoming more involved with the camp each year. Even after John had quit working at the camp I stayed on helping in different positions until finally one year the Regents Board approached me to see if I would be interested in becoming Administrator of the camp when the current Administrator retried.”
Mr. Tucker paused only for a moment before going on, “The camp runs from the last week of June to the third week of July. As a Junior counselor, if you are interested, you would be responsible for helping the campers with their daily activities, enmaking the rules and in general doing any of a thousand things to keep everything running smoothly. You’ll also be training for a senior counselor’s position. The pay would be a small per diem, paid out at the end of the season. You would work a basic five weeks and earn $500, with a matching $500 in scholarship money, for when you go to college.”
Mr. Tucker gave me a second or two to absorb all he had just said before asking, “What do you say?”
I was excited, five hundred bucks was a big deal to me and that would defiantly help with me saving for a car! A camp for diapered kids? As if I would mind! As long as Mom liked the idea, I was more then set to take his offer. “Mom! You think it would be okay?”
“Well Todd, taking a job is a big commitment and responsibility. The scholarship money does sound nice, but I think we should discuss this some more before making a decision.” Mom said before asking him, “Would that be all right, Mr. Tucker?”
“Why, sure! We won’t be sending counselors up until 3 days before camp starts. If you could call me soon and let me know, that would be just fine. While we don’t require it, we do prefer our counselors to have an understanding of what our campers have to deal with on a daily basis. My John, he learned so much through his summers at Ontonko! Why don’t you go to our camp’s website and fill out the counselor’s application and return it to me here next time you come into town?” Mr. Tucker added handing us a card for the camp.
“Will do Mr. Tucker! Oh, and thanks again for the quick turnaround on our order!” Mom added as she picked up our two bags leaving me to get the case of diapers.
We left the store, and I was surprised to see it was almost 5:30 already. It didn’t seem like we were in there a half hour, but I guess time flies. I barely noticed where we were going as I was so wrapped up in the idea of $500. I was brought out my woolgathering when we pulled up outside the Target store.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Mom said as we got out of the car.
“Just thinking about Mr. Tucker’s offer,” I admitted and then added, “I’d be a great way to make some money and a good way to help some other kids, too.” I added the “helping other kids” part with hopes that it would help sweeten the deal for Mom.
“Five weeks is a huge commitment, Todd! Your scout camps have always been only a week and during that time, you were camping - not working.” She paused for a moment and then said, “I truly think this is a great idea and a wonderful opportunity for you. I just want you to make sure you think this through.”
Mom had obviously never been a boy scout, nor been to scout camp. “Not working” indeed! On the other hand, she did have a point, which did need some consideration. “I’ll think about it, but weren’t you the one telling me I needed to work to understand how good I had things?”
“Oh, so now you’re going to use my own words against me? You know for each time you do this, your kids will do it twice,” Mom chided as we walked through the front door.
I left mom and went over to electronics where I looked at the new release games and DVD’s. I stopped at the games kiosk, where they had a PS2, Xbox and a GameCube out running demos and I played there a little bit. Sadly, they didn’t have much of anything good out to play so the kiosk didn’t hold my attention for too long. There just wasn’t much of anything I wanted, game wise, right now and there weren’t any good movies released to DVD lately. So bored with their selection, I went looking for mom.
I walked each aisle slowly looking down its length trying to see Mom. I finally found her in Ladies Clothes, where it looked like she was getting some things for her trip.
“You like this blouse?” Mom asked holding it up.
“Yeah it’s nice, I guess,” I said hoping this was the right answer and that it wasn’t some trick question.
“Okay I’ll get it then,” she said, putting the shirt in the front of the buggy that she was pushing. “Why don’t you go see if you can find some summer clothes? I’ll be over in just a few minutes,” Mom said, shooing me towards Boy’s and Men’s wear. “Maybe you should get a new pair of swim trunks, too, if you are going to camp.”
”For real?” I stopped and asked.
“Yes, for real! But I still want you to think long and hard before you make your final decision.”
I headed for Boy’s and Men’s Wear and picked out some swim trunks. I had just started to look at other clothes when mom came over. I showed her the trunks I picked out and she nodded her approval.
“Todd, do you like these?” Mom said holding up a pair of camouflage cargo shorts.
“Uhuh!” I said, nodding my head.
Mom rummaged on the rack and found a pair for me.
“Um, wrong size!” I said when she put it in the basket.
“It’s a size larger than you normally wear so it will fit better over your diapers,” Mom said, holding them up, “See, it has a drawstring with elastic in the waist, so it will still fit snuggly, but will give you some diaper room, too.”
“Oh. Cool!” I said, I wouldn’t have thought about that.
We picked out several other pairs of shorts, all but one pair in a larger waist size. Mom also got me a couple new pairs of jeans in a larger waist size as well. We had started to head toward the front, just getting to the edge of Boy’s and Men’s Wear when Mom turned the cart around and steered back toward the back.
“Here, I noticed too many of your socks had holes in them. I can’t let you go to your aunt’s for a week with holey socks,” she said as she picked up a new pack of socks for me. “While we are here, do you need any shorts?” She said pointing at the packs of boxer shorts hanging on the rack.
“I think I’m fine there. Thanks, anyways,” I said and we wheeled our way back to the front.
Mom paid for our stuff and we loaded our purchases in the backseat of the car. We pulled across the parking lot to the Waffle House, which shared the corner along with the gas station.
The chilly air of the Waffle House was in sharp contrast to the heat outside, and it felt good walking through the door. We took our seats at the bar, something I had always liked to do ever since I was little, so much so that it had just become habitual when we ate at a Waffle House. The waitress set down two waters and got our drink order as we grabbed the menus from the little holder. For those of you who don’t know, a Waffle House is a small, squat, ugly, little yellow restaurant, which serves breakfast food 24-hours a day. Waffle House’s dot the interstates of the south and are usually referred to as the Awful Waffle or some other less than flattering and wholly undeserved nicknames.
“What ya have, hon?” The waitress asked Mom.
“Chicken and eggs, eggs scrambled, scattered smothered covered,” Mom said.
The waitress then asked me, “And what you gonna have?”
“I want pork chop and eggs, over medium.”
“You want anything in your hash browns?” she asked.
I thought for half a second before saying, “Scattered, smother covered and chunked please.”
“Okay, be right up in just a minute.” The waitress said and then walked about two paces down from us and called the order to the cook who repeated it right back as he started to cook our food. The bar offers the best view of the grill and watching a cook at the waffle house is entertainment enough on its own. The eggs were cooking, the pork chops were under their little silver dome and Mom’s chicken breast was on the grill sizzling away. For those unfortunate souls who haven’t had the pleasure of Waffle House food, you should understand that Waffle House hash browns are a science unto themselves. Every now and then, you can tell someone from up north or out west is in town as they have this perplexed look when it comes time to order, especially if they heard some one regular order first.
The language of Waffle House hash browns is not that terribly complicated once you get the hang of it. Scattered denotes that the potatoes will be cooked loose rather than in a ring, Smothered, meaning that they will be served with grilled onions. Covered means covered in cheese. Ask for Diced, and they add diced tomatoes and Chucked means they will add diced ham. Topped will get you Bert’s chili and Peppered means you will get jalapeño peppers. Each variation is, of course optional, and it seems everyone has an opinion of exactly what combination is the best, but from my years of observation I would say “Scatter, Smothered, and Covered” was the most common by far.
Mom and I talked a bit about me taking the job. I think she was worried that I might take the job as Junior Counselor, hate it, and then be stuck away from home for five whole weeks. I assured her that even if I did hate it that I would grin and bear. I told her that if I could endure an entire year of school then I could endure five weeks as a camp counselor.
I had just finished wetting my diaper good and proper when the waitress brought our food to us. Our conversation ended at that point as we both were so wrapped up in eating that we said very little until we’d both nearly cleared our plates. After I had finished almost all my food, I didn’t eat my grits (I know being a Southern-Boy, I’m supposed to like them and all, but yuck!), I just sat there and squished my diaper into the stool enjoying the sensation.
Mom was just about finished with her meal when she leaned over and said, “Todd, go take care of your self or quit fidgeting one.”
“Sorry” I quietly said. I didn’t realize she had noticed what I had been doing. I might have actually gone to the bathroom to change but I hadn’t brought my diaper bag in with me.
We headed home and mom had me leave the packages from the pharmacy in the car. After putting my other new clothes away, I went straight to my computer and pulled up Camp Ontonko’s web page. The web page explained their mission to help kids with continence issues and went into detail about their activities and programs. I saw that there were two sessions each, both two weeks long, as opposed to a single four-week program, like I had assumed. I printed the application and filled it out as best I could on my own.
I got to the bottom section of the second page, which said, “Camp Ontonko is dedicated to providing an environment where campers build confidence and self esteem while learning to overcome the unique challenges presented to those with incontinence issues.” It went on to say, “While incontinence is not a requirement for employment, we believe that campers will have a stronger response and learning opportunity when working with staff and counselors facing similar issues.” And then in bold letters it said, “Please check as many of the following boxes as apply; Enuresis, Encopresis, Incontinence bladder, Incontinence bowl, wear protection night only, wear protection full time.
I checked incontinence and wear full time. In the space for notes I wrote, “Mainly bed wetter, but have occasional day accidents so I use protection full time.” I took the application out to Mom and asked her to look it over.
She read over it, nodding her approval until she turned it over to the second page. “Accidents? What’s accidental about deliberately peeing your pants? That’s not entirely honest, is it, Todd? ” Mom asked.
“No ma’am, not exactly.” I admitted. I knew it wasn’t perfectly truthful, but I hadn’t really thought it as too dishonest.
“Well since Mr. Tucker admired you for your honesty and your forthright nature.” she gave me a look, “Don’t you think it would be all the more unfair to lie to him?”
“I guess I didn’t want to write down I just like wearing diapers during the day, too.”
“Well, you don’t have to put it so flippant, Todd. There are ways of saying that you just like them that doesn’t sound so glib! Couldn’t you have said that you have nighttime problems but wore them during the day for additional security? On the other hand, you could have just simply put bed wetter, wear full time. That way you are honest, no one will really question that, and if they do, at least they will know where you stand. Besides, Mr. Tucker might not see your enthusiasm for diapers as a bad thing; he might be hoping your enthusiasm will wear off on the other campers and make their situation a little more bearable for them. It might be important for those children to know an older kid who not only wears diapers but also sees something positive in wearing them.” Mom paused but only briefly, “Some of those kids probably see diapers as a curse and you might help them to see otherwise, or at least show them it’s no big deal!”
Boy, did I feel about an inch tall. I took the application back from her, went back to my room and printed another copy, which I then redid, putting in Mom’s suggested changes. It wasn’t that I was trying to lie the first time; I think I was just afraid he might not want me if he thought I was a diaper boy, if he even knew what one was.
I gave Mom the application with the revised changes and she said she would drop the application off on her way to work tomorrow. It took me forever to fall asleep that night, between the excitement at being a camp counselor, school ending for the summer and Kevin and I having patched our friendship up, I was just a bundle of nerves.
Chapter 11 – All Shook Up and No Particular Place to Go
It was about 6:30 AM when I first started to wake up just a little, drifting in and out of sleep. I had about 15 minutes before my alarm would make me from bed. I was laying in a very awkward position so I went to stretch out proper to snooze in comfort for the few minutes I had before time to be up. As soon as I rolled over and stretched back out, I found a very cold, very wet spot.
“There goes snoozing!” I thought, as I was instantly awake.
For a brief moment I didn’t remember wearing diapers and or having been dry in the morning for two weeks now, for that terrible minute it was just like old times. When I got up to strip the sheets from my bed and when I heard my diaper crinkle, it reminded me I shouldn’t even have to do this.
I reached around and felt the back of my Pj’s, my entire seat and one leg were soaked. Each movement served to remind me of the wet clingy Pj’s. I had no clue what happened, but I guess I had just slept too deeply to notice when my diaper leaked. I pulled off my shorts, reached around, and felt the back of my diaper and sure enough, it was all wet as well. I pushed a little and felt something not quite like moisture come out the back under the pressure. That’s odd, I thought, as I untaped the diaper and started to look at it more closely. There were numerous little holes in the butt; I guess it was a manufacturing defect of some kind, but little beads of diaper stuffing were coming out of the punctures.
My door swung open and Mom called out, “Todd you okay?” followed by an, “OH!” and her shutting the door very quickly. My back was to the door so I guess she got a good view of my naked butt. It was different from those couple of times she changed me, I guess there is something in the unexpectedness that made the situation different for both of us. I rolled the diaper up and taped it into a ball trying not to put too much pressure on it, which would make more of the padding out the holes.
I grabbed a pair of my gym shorts from my hamper and pulled them on. I stripped my sheets, rolled them up along with my Pj's and carried them to the laundry room. I started the washer, put the bundle in and closed the lid. I grabbed a plastic grocery bag and went back to my room, stopping in the kitchen to get a handful of paper towels. I put the diaper in the grocery bag and used the paper towels to dry the top of my plastic sheet, which had little streaks of moisture on it.
“Diaper leak?” Mom asked from my doorway.
“Yup!” I said putting the paper towels in the bag with diaper and tying the whole thing off.
“Did it leak from the legs? Did you not have it fit right?”
“No. It had holes in the back like perforations all over the seat.”
“I see. You know plastic pants wouldn’t have kept the diaper from leaking, but it would have prevented you getting all wet?”
“Yes ma’am, it just seemed too hot for them last night, but now I wish I had worn them.”
“Oh honey, I’m sorry. That had to be yucky to wake up in a wet bed again.”
“Yeah, worse than it used to be, I think.”
“Well, go get your shower and I’ll see what I can whip up for breakfast.”
Good advice, although I didn’t feel like eating much at the moment. However, hot water can change a lot, and I felt much better after my shower. Therefore, as soon as I had dried off, brushed my teeth and gotten dressed, I went to the kitchen feeling quite hungry.
Mom was just finishing buttering some Eggo Waffles when I got there.
“Thank you!” I told her pulling the plate closer in front of me.
Mom sat down across from me, with a plate of her own. “Last day of school eh?”
“Yea! Free-Free!” I exclaimed around a mouthful of waffle.
“Well, I’ve got to go back into the big lab today, but I should be home in the early afternoon. When you get in from school, if I’m not home, make sure and get your things together for your Aunts.”
We both finished eating and I hugged mom goodbye before darting out the door for school. Home room was spent giving time for us to clean out our lockers. I didn’t have much of anything left that I wanted to keep except a couple of paperback books. The day drug on quite slowly, except for second period, which flew by. Mr. Copperpine had brought in a trivia game and he divided the class into teams and we played trivia. Eventually 11:40 came and the bell rang releasing the student body for three whole months.
The halls were more crowded than normal as everyone was wishing everyone else a good summer. The formality struck me as funny. Most everyone here will see each other over the course of the summer, but I suppose it is customary to say goodbyes anyways.
I looked around for my friends and didn’t see any of them. I assumed Rob and Rick had got out the door quite quickly and knowing Aunt Sarah she was there waiting for them when they ran out. As for Kevin, Glen or BB, I saw no trace of them either. I hope next year’s scheduling is a little better; I mean, how in such a small town I ended up having no classes with my friends was beyond me.
On my way home, I had just reached to the front of the bleachers and I could see some movement beneath them. I strained to see, but between the narrow slits in the risers and the shadows beneath, it was too difficult to make anything out. I moved closer and heard a loud thump followed by someone saying “Oh shit!”
I dashed to the side of the bleachers to see what the matter was; all I could see in the gloom was someone crouched down over someone else who was lying on the ground.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“He’s having one of his seizure fits.” Someone said.
My eyes adjusted and I recognized the voice enough to realize it was BB bent over Glen. Glen has mild epilepsy and has had four or five seizures since I’ve known him. I think he averages one every other year or so. Of course, he may have had more than the few I knew about, but I know it’s rare enough that he doesn’t even take medication regularly.
We both waited for what seemed like 15 minutes, but according to BB’s watch, the duration was actually more like 90 seconds, while Glen convulsed. We both knew well enough to not touch Glen until he regained consciousness or if it appeared he stopped breathing. I remembered the first time Glen had a seizure around me, I think I was 8-years-old and we were playing hide and seek in his backyard. Kevin was ‘IT’ and BB, Glen and I were off to hide when all of a sudden Glen fell on the ground wiggling. BB who had been through this before said, “Seizure!” and ran toward the house. I had just seen something on TV about seizures so I thought I knew what to do. I tried to find something to put in his mouth so he wouldn’t swallow his tongue and not having a stick near by, I pulled off my sandal figuring it would have to do. Just before I could try to stick the shoe in his mouth someone swept me up off the ground by the back of my shirt.
“Don’t you ever touch him when he’s in the middle of a seizure! Are you trying to kill him? You could hurt him or he could hurt you!” Glen’s mom said sounding angrier than she probably meant too.
“I wa-I wa-I wa...” Was all I could manage to dangle in the air while trying not to cry at the sharpness of her tone and my own concern for my friend.
Glen’s momma held me up by my shirt the whole time Glen was convulsing; I don’t think she even realized she still had a hold of me. Once she could approach Glen she put me down absentmindedly and went to tend to her son. I walked behind as she helped him inside and up to his room, telling us to wait for her in the kitchen. Kevin rounded the house, having finished counting and had come to look for us, “I found you!” he said triumphantly, before realizing the game wasn’t on anymore.
As we waited in the kitchen, I just knew Glen’s momma was gonna skin me alive for what I done and when I got home Mom would do even worse. Eventually Mrs. Reed came back downstairs and said Glen was going to be fine, he just needed to rest for a little while, but he would be back downstairs in just a bit.
“Todd, what were you doing with your shoe?” She asked me as she sat a plate of cookies down for us.
“I didn’t want him to swallow his tongue. The TV said that you have to put a stick inside someone’s mouth that is having a seizure and I didn’t have a stick!”
“Oh no, Todd! That is an old wives tale; he can’t swallow his tongue. You put something in his mouth and he might choke or bite you by mistake.”
“I’m sorry!” I managed as I broke into a sob.
“Oh now don’t cry; you were trying to help and that’s a good thing, I just don’t want to see either of you get hurt that’s all.” She swept me up into her large arms and hugged me until I quit crying.
BB and I waited for Glen’s current seizure to end. I maneuvered as best I could with the limited space to be ready to help Glen move from the cramped area.
When Glen stopped convulsing, BB asked him softly, “Glen can ya hear me?”
I didn’t hear Glen’s reply but I think he said yes because BB reached down and with no small amount of effort helped Glen up. BB stooped over so Glen could support himself on his shoulder, it looked like BB had everything in hand, so I cleared out from under the bleachers to give them more room to get out.
As they moved from underneath the bleachers, I saw the blood on Glens Shirt.
“Look like you got cut or something when you fell.” I told him.
Slowly Glen turned to look at his shoulder and the small gash in his upper arm; he just nodded at it, but said nothing.
“Lets get him to my house and we can call his Mom.” I offered as I lead them across the street.
I unlocked the front door and opened it allowing BB and Glen entry. They made their way through the living room and into the hall from kitchen to the bedrooms.
“Glen can lie down in my room,” I said about the same time I remembered stripping the sheets of it this morning.
I opened the door to the laundry room and prayed as I opened the drier. Mom came through for me; she had dried my sheets before leaving for work. I grabbed the bundle from the dryer and headed down the hall after my friends.
“Here, lemme at least get the bottom sheet on the bed!” I said.
“Don’t bother; I don’t want to get blood on your clean sheets.” Glen said as he eased himself down onto my plastic sheet.
I ended up just setting the sheets down on the bed beside him, I was a bit embarrassed that my pajama shorts were stuck part way on the outside of the wad of sheets. If that didn’t scream bed wetter I don’t know what would.
“Well, get that shirt off, and I’ll get some peroxide and a bandage.” I told Glen.
BB said, “I’m gonna call your momma, be right back.” It was funny, almost all of us had Moms, but Glen had a momma and the term defiantly fit. I will probably always think of her as Glen’s Momma, especially since I don’t even know her first name. I’ll have to remember to ask Mom if she knows; but everyone, Glen included, referred to Mrs. Reed as momma.
I went to my bathroom, grabbed a big bandage, some toilet paper and the brown bottle of peroxide. When I got back to my room, I folded the paper into a little pad and held it under the cut while I poured peroxide onto the wound. Glen hissed a little when I first poured, but didn’t say anything when I used the toilet paper to wipe at the cut.
“It’s not bad. There’s no glass in it or anything that I can see,” I said, taping the bandage over the cut.
BB returned with a glass of water and handed it to Glen. “She’s on her way; she’ll be here in about 15 minutes.”
“Thanks man!” BB said, setting the water down on my nightstand, right next to where I had left my baby powder out.
“Crap!” I said to myself and then I thought about trying to casually put the powder away, but I knew that would draw even more attention to it if I tried. Paranoid, I scanned my room. My diaper bag was about empty, which was good, no diapers peeking out of it! Only the powder was out, that’s good I guess, must have put my wipes away. My plastic sheet was rather obvious, actually even more so without sheets. Oh joy of joys, I had a rolled up diaper in the trashcan. At least I hadn’t replaced the bag of diapers I had kept by my trunk. Nope, all my diapers were safe in my closet, which made me happy. Until I realized my closet door was slid to one side giving a great view of the two bags of diapers stacked on top of each other. Still worried, I sniffed the air, caught a little bit of something, and hoped that wasn’t the faint smell of pee.
Oh well, they were going to find out sooner or later. I just wish it had been on my terms (with Rob and Kevin around to even things out, diaper boys three to two non-diaper boys).
Glen just sat there with his hands in his lap; I think the seizures takes a lot out of him. BB was either looking at my diapers or just staring off into space, I couldn’t tell either way. In the end, I just felt awkward, as if I should be doing something. So I said, “Anyone want a coke?”
“I’ll take one,” BB said and Glen declined saying, “Can’t have anything but clear liquids for a couple of hours.”
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of cokes. I heard the back door rattling a bit as Mom let herself in.
“Hi Mom, how was work,” I said as she walked in, a big tote bag under one arm filled with different Tupperware containers full of samples.
“Just fine. Glad to be home though. Who’s that for?” Mom asked eyeing the second Coke.
I briefly explained the situation, about the bleachers. Mom looked quite worried and interrupted. “Is Glen Okay?”
“Yes ma’am. His momma’s on the way, she’ll be here any minute,” I said and we both went back to my room.
“How you feeling Glen?” Mom asked.
“I’ll be okay Mrs. Arlen, thanks for asking.”
The doorbell rang and Mom said, “Todd, go let Patsy in, please.” Patsy eh? Guess I didn’t have to ask after all.
I opened the door and invited Patsy Reed in.
“Thank you Todd. How’s he doing?”
“Yes ma’am, I think he’s shaken up, but he’s okay. There’s a cut on his arm but it isn’t bad. I cleaned it with peroxide and put a bandage on it.”
“Well thank the lord that Glen has friends like William and yourself!”
Mom walked into the living room, “Patsy, it’s nice to see you, although I wish it was more of a social call.”
“I do too. But it is nice to see you Susan, even if the circumstances aren’t the best.” Patsy said and then handed me the small plastic shopping bag she brought with her. “Todd, be a dear and please give this to Glen for me?”
“Sure thing Mrs. Reed,” I said taking the bag from her.
I went to my room and gave Glen the bag, “Your Momma’s here and she wanted me to give you this.”
“Thanks, Todd!” Glen said as he stood up.
I wasn’t quite expecting what he did next, but Glen dropped his jeans and briefs right there on the spot, despite the fact that my bedroom door was open. I wouldn’t get undressed in his house with the bedroom door open. I’d be too afraid of his Momma or his sisters walking in on me. Glen’s briefs were obviously wet and I guess his jeans were dark enough to hide where he had wet them, too. I suppose that was the faint urine smell I caught earlier. Glen rolled his jeans and underwear up in his torn shirt and set them on the bed. He pulled some dry clothes out of the bag, along with a small container of wet wipes. Glen frowned when he pulled a wipe from the slit in the top of the pack.
“Dried out.” he said and tossed it in my wastebasket and tugged on the next one. Turns out they were all dried out, apparently the pack hadn’t been sealed back real good the last time they were used.
“Want to use mine?” I said grabbing my pack of wipes from my nightstand drawer. I had done that so quick and without thinking about the fact that mine were Pampers Big Kids wipes. “I could get you a washcloth if you’d rather,” I said quickly, hoping to not offend him.
“Nah, these are great. Thanks.”
Glen had developed considerably since last year when we had P.E. together. He even had hair on his chest, something I was still waiting for. Without modesty, he wiped himself off with the baby wipes and pulled on the clothes his Mom had sent. He tossed the little pack of wipes into my wastebasket.
I guess BB had been through this before, because he just sat there all quiet the whole time, which wasn’t the norm at all for BB.
Patsy and Mom knocked on the doorframe before crowding into my room, which at a capacity of five people was becoming a bit crowded.
“William, thank you for your help! I don’t know what we’d do if it wasn’t for you and Todd.” Glen’s momma told us both.
BB absolutely hated to be called William, but he didn’t rankle even a little, “It wasn’t anything different than he’d do for us,” I said.
She smiled and looked at her son, “Well let’s get you home, I understand Todd has some packing to do this evening.” Mrs. Reed said as she picked up her sons wet clothes and put them into the bag. She grabbed my box of wipes and set them in the bag on top.
“Um, Momma, those aren’t mine.” Glen told his mom.
“What’s that? What’s not yours?” Patsy asked.
“The wipes, they’re not mine. Mine were all dried out.”
Mrs. Reed got my wipes back out of the bag and looked at them as if to confirm they were not the little travel pack she kept on hand for Glen. I could see the light bulb go off above her head when she set the wipes beside my powder and noticed my bed stripped of its sheets with a vinyl cover on the mattress. “Oh I see, sorry Todd.”
“It’s nothing Mrs. Reed,” I said.
“Thanks Todd!” Glen jumped in followed by a, “Yeah thanks Todd!” from BB.
“See you this weekend!” Glen said as he herded his Mom out of my room.
“I’m going to my Aunt’s this weekend.” I explained.
“Yeah Rob told us, we’re gonna stay over Saturday night. Kevin might come too; a kind of warm up for next weekend.”
“Oh cool. See you then!” I said as everyone vacated my room.
We let them out the front door where Mrs. Reed thanked all of us again. They had just pulled out of the driveway when Mom asked. “So, what were those two doing under the bleachers anyways?”
Damn good question. In all the excitement, I never thought to ask. “Dunno!” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“Well why don’t you go get packed. Walt is going to meet me outside Birmingham for dinner before my flight. Isn’t that sweet of him?”
“Uh-huh!” I said, trying to sound impressed.
“My Son the romantic!” Mom called after me as I went back to my room.
I packed my new clothes and socks, a handful of shirts and even threw two pair of boxers into what had been my school bag, but now served double duty as a duffel bag. I also packed a small bag of toiletries including deodorant and a toothbrush. I grabbed my diaper bag off the back of my doorknob, looking inside and saw it had one Prevail left. “What the heck?” I muttered to myself and I diapered myself. I also decided to wear my zoo animal plastic pants over the Prevail, just to be safe! I grabbed a few remaining things like the book I was reading and zipped my bag closed. With my duffel bag over one arm and my diaper bag over the other, I headed out of my room. I glanced back at the bed, which was still unmade knowing it would have to wait for my return next week.
I put my bags in the back seat next to my new things from the pharmacy before I went back in the house, got mom’s suitcase and carryon bag from beside the door and taking them into the car too. Putting her bags in the trunk was difficult because of my case of diapers, so I ended up putting her suitcase in the backseat and putting her carryon in the trunk. Mom was outside in a few minutes, locking the door behind her.
“Got your keys?” Mom asked me.
I patted my pocket to make sure, “Yes ma’am!”
We were several miles from the house when Mom said, “I dropped your application off today and spoke with Cheryl and Mr. Tucker both.”
“Thanks, what did they say?” I asked, getting excited all over again.
“Well that they were certain that you will be a great influence on the campers and that you might even learn a bit too.”
“And save for a car!” I added, making sure she didn’t overlook the truly important reason for going.
“There is a Mini two day prep camp that’s coming up a week before opening for the staff and councilors to make preparations prior to opening the camp.”
“I thought we went up three or four days early to open the camp?”
“I think the camp is too big to open all at once. Mr. Tucker will be calling you with more information closer to the end of the month.”
“Wow, that’s great, guess I will get a lay of the land before the kids get there,” I said before changing thoughts, “That case of diapers is way more than I should need at Aunt Sarah’s isn’t it?”
“Yes, but you can bring home whatever is unused or I thought you could just leave a bag there for when you visit. It might not be a bad idea to share some with your cousins and help cut down on their expense since they are putting you up.”
“Okay-okay, I get it! I’ll make nice and share.” I conceded, “Where are you and Walt meeting for dinner?”
“Huston’s, near the airport.”
“Have you ever ate there before?”
“Yes once, with some folks from the bank.”
“Yes, but not spectacular. Walt picked it out though, and it is very convenient; so it will do quite nicely.”
“Are you and Walt going to get married?”
Mom looked at me somewhat flabbergasted, I don’t think she expected that question. “We’ve gone out a handful of times but you can’t decide to get married based on just a few dates!”
“You said you didn’t know dad all that long when you and he got married!”
“Yes, Todd and the only good thing to come of that marriage was you. But since you brought it up, if we did get married how would you feel?”
“I dunno. Walt seems nice to me. I think it would be weird having a brother though.” And then I remembered Rob and corrected my self, “A little brother that is, it would be weird.” I paused for only a moment before adding, “But if it made you happy, I’d be for it!”
We turned down the long driveway to Uncle Steve and Aunt Sarah’s house. Rick was in the driveway shooting baskets by himself. “Hey Todd!” Rick called out as I got out of the car.
“Just playing ball by myself since Rob is being a butt hole!”
I opened the backdoor, got my two bags out, and set them by the side door of the house.
“Need help?” Rick asked putting the ball down and coming over to the car.
“Hello Rick, it’s very kind of you to offer. There is a box in the trunk you could get.” Mom told him as she got out of the car.
“Hi Aunt Susan!” Rick said as he went to back and waited for mom to pop the trunk.
I got the two bags from the pharmacy and placed them with my other things.
“Wow, I’ve never worn these before. Do you like them?” Rick asked.
“I’ve never worn them either, so I don’t know. Mom got them for me.” However, it did hit me that it was strange that Mom ordered a case when I hadn’t ever worn that brand before, what if they were crap?
“Mr. Tucker said they were the best on the market!” Mom offered, “He said that his boy had tried them all and these was his favorite brand. He also mentioned that if you don’t like them we can just bring them back for a refund.”
“Oh cool!” I said taking her carry-on from the trunk and putting it in the back seat with her suitcase.
Rick opened the door and stuck his head inside “Mom! Aunt Susan’s here! Make Rob come help carry things in!”
Aunt Sarah appeared in the doorway “Stop shouting Rick, I hear you!” She stepped up and gave mom a hug and me a pat on the head.
“Thanks for watching him for me, you’re a lifesaver!”
“Oh it’s not a problem; Rob and Rick have both been looking forward to this all week.”
Rob came outside with his chest bare and in cutoffs with a half-inch of his plastic pants rising out of the back of his shorts.
I gave Mom a big hug and a kiss and promised to be good and not to get into any trouble. Once Mom cleared the driveway I grabbed my duffle and diaper bags and followed Rob up to his room; Rick followed with the case of diapers. I had offered to make two trips, but Rick seemed confident that he didn’t need any help with the big box.
The first thing I noticed about Robs rooms was his bed was gone, well not gone, but instead of his big bed there were bunk beds on the wall and on the wall perpendicular was a futon currently folded like a couch.
“Dude, where’d your bed go?”
“That’s it.” He said pointing to the bunk beds “The two pieces fit together to make a full bed, but it can be broken down and stacked into bunks. It was mine and Ricks when we had the old house in Chicago.”
“Oh that’s cool!” I said.
“It gives us more room too since I think BB, Glen and Kevin might be sleeping over Saturday night.”
Rob opened his closet and showed me a section he had cleared for me to hang up my clothes. While I was putting my clothes on the bar, it gave me a minute to study his closet. It was almost as big as BB’s bedroom; of course, BB lived in a singlewide trailer so the bedrooms were anything but spacious. I could spot all his normal clothes, the ones he had worn to school, but I found one whole rod, which was devoted to what I clearly now knew was AB type clothes. I saw the shortalls from the other day and some blue jeans with elastic waists and so on. Of course, some of the details were difficult to see considering it was all clustered together but I’m quite sure it was all toddler style clothes. I finished hanging my clothes up and found Rob standing right behind me in the closet.
“Later I’ll show you some of my little kid clothes if you like.” he explained, pointing at them.
When we left his closet Rob pulled open a drawer in his dresser for me. The top drawer on the right, it was empty. “You can use this drawer too,” he offered, “it’s where I keep my plastic pants and stuff.”
So, I took my new plastic pants from their bag and put them in the drawer examining them in detail for the first time. The white pants were exactly what you would expect, two were pull-on and two were snap-on. That was nice, ‘cause I only had one pair of white pants before, so these new ones helped round out my selection. Of the print pants, I had frogs on lily pads, sheep jumping fences, a blue polka dot print, and I particularly liked the last pair, which were covered in a farm animal print. Those pants had pigs, cows and chickens on them along with little barns and haystacks; they were kind of like my zoo animal pants and sure to be a new favorite. As luck would have it, my diaper bag had my fire truck pants in it, which was nice since I really enjoyed those pants a lot too. I don’t know who picked the prints out, but all things considered, I was very pleased.
“Very cool! I think Rick has a pair like that!” Rob commented as I held up the barnyard pants before putting them in my drawer.
Opening the second bag I pulled out the new Staytucked shirts. They were Onsies, only bigger. I didn’t know how I felt about them from an AB point of view; I really liked Rob’s shortalls and his toddler style jeans, but baby clothes didn’t seem to hold much sway for me. However, I had read about Onsies helping to keep your diapers hidden and that seemed like a very good idea to me - in certain situations.
“Dude, that’s cool too! Your mom got you some diaper shirts!” Rob said all excited.
Rob got even more excited when I unfolded the two with legs, which looked like the offspring of a traditional t-shirt that had mated with a pair of boxer briefs. Rob, in fact, got so excited that he went and called for Rick. “Ricky, come here!”
“Ricky?” I thought, “That was new!”
“What? I’m trying to play a game.” Rick said irritably when he came into Rob’s room.
“Look at what Todd got!” Rob said pointing as I held up the legged onesie.
“No way! That’s so cool! Where’d ya get it?” Rick asked.
“Mom got them for me.”
“We’ve both wanted some like that, but the websites we look at all say coming soon!” Rick said.
I put the Onsies away, got my Pj’s from my duffel bag, and put them in the drawer besides my plastic pants. I carried my shaving bag (and NO I didn’t need to shave yet – but it made a nice bag to carry things in) into the hall bath and put my toothbrush in an empty spot on the holder. I also put my deodorant and other toiletries away while I was in there.
When I got back to Robs room I found that Rob had hung my diaper bag on a knob at the end of the bottom bunk. He had taken his diaper bag from his closet and hung it in the same place as mine on the top bunk. Rick was seated on the futon turning over the carton of diapers to read the writing on the side.
“You care if I open these?” Rick asked.
“No go ahead,” I said as Rick peeled off the packing tape on the top of the package. He opened the box, pulled out one of the blue green packages, and studied the whole thing very carefully.
I could tell he was curious to see one so I handed him my diaper bag and told him to fill it up. He managed to fit about six diapers into my diaper bag, which I then hung back up.
“You guys can use them too if you like; Mom said that’s why she bought me a whole case.”
“I can’t usually wear Rob’s diapers, they are almost always too big on me, but I will still try one if you don’t mind.”
“No, go for it!” I told him.
“I’ll grab one tonight if you don’t mind then.” Rick said looking like he was about to start drooling.
Rick put the opened bag with the remaining diapers at the end of the futon where another bag of diapers lay open. Rob then took the remainder of the case of diapers and put them into his closet.
Uncle Steve knocked at the partially open door, “Hey there, what you guys up to? You get settled in and unpacked Todd?”
“Yes sir! Thanks again for letting me stay.”
“Well we certainly love to have you here.” Uncle Steve said back.
“Dad! Dad! Look what Todd brought!” Rick said showing his Dad the opened bag of diapers.
“I see that, new diapers! You guys have never worn those have you?”
“Nope, neither has Todd we just now opened the bag. He said we could wear them too, since Aunt Susan sent over a whole case!”
“Well good deal then. I’ll let you boys get back to doing whatever, I’m going back to the shop.”
We went to the playroom and played games for an hour or so until Aunt Sarah called us down to dinner. Even though Aunt Sarah can’t cook like Mom can, I was really beginning to enjoy eating here simply because of having so many people around the table. The conversation, although mostly trivial, was refreshing and listening to everyone relate stories about their day was interesting to say the least.
After we had finished eating Aunt Sarah asked, what game do we wanted to play. Rob explained Thursday was board game night at their house. Since I was ‘company’, they let me choose and I picked one of my personal favorites - Monopoly. I was quite surprised to see that they played strictly by the rules, which is very rare. I hate house rules myself and despise people who put money in free parking and do other things, which are against the true nature of the game. Aunt Sarah and Uncle Steve were rules purists too. The minute I picked the game, they started to explain they played strictly by the box rules. I grinned a wicked little grin knowing that was how I played too, it wouldn’t be a handicap for me.
I thought I was sure to win because early on, I got all the reds, but Aunt Sarah somehow ended up with all four railroads, the utilities, and all the light blues. Between the two of us we had 24 of the 32 houses tied up, which meant we had a shortage and could keep everyone else from building beyond 2 sets of houses, even if they somehow got a monopoly. I ended up losing though; I was assessed for street repairs and taxed to the point where Aunt Sarah had me beat when I landed on Connecticut. Uncle Steve and my cousins had no chance of survival against her and they soon were out too.
Sometime during our game, it had begun to rain; I knew because I could hear the drops pelting the tin roof of the farmhouse. Even though the rain was coming down quite good, the pinging was soft compared to some tin roofs I had heard. I think it is because newer tin roofs were quiet compared to old fashioned ones, but that was just a guess; I really have no idea how old the roof on there farm house was.
“Woo-hoo!” Rob said pointing to the roof.
“What? The rain?” I asked.
“Yeah, if it is nice out tomorrow, I got a bag of fireworks we can shoot off! Dad doesn’t like me to use them when it’s been dry out. I’ve had these for ever and haven’t got to use them!”
“Why not wait until Saturday until everyone is here?” I suggested.
“Good idea; lets just hope it’s not too dry out.” Rob agreed.
We put the game up and went back to Rob’s room where, we surfed on the Internet and Rob showed me a bunch of AB/DL websites I hadn’t yet seen. I made him email the list to me so I would have them when I went back home. We also surfed some funny sites like albinoblacksheep.com. We were watching badgers.swf and Rick came in and we all started doing the badger dance and singing “badgers, badgers, badgers, badgers, mushroom, mushroom!”
“Okay, enough badger dance you three!” Uncle Steve said sternly, “You guys go get your teeth brushed okay?” So off the three of us went.
It was more crowded than usual in the bathroom with three of us sharing a single double vanity. Nevertheless, we all finished about the same time and headed back to Robs room where Uncle Steve was waiting for us with the futon folded down and the changing pad on top of it.
”Who’s up first?” He asked.
“Go ahead Todd; they’re your new diapers after all,” Rob said.
I walked over to the futon, stepped out of my pants and pulled my shirt off. I lay down on the pad, Uncle Steve pulled my zoo pants off altogether and then untaped my Prevail. He left the Prevail draped over my groin while he got some wipes ready.
“Okay sport! Knees to your chest and grab your ankles!”
I complied and exposed my butt to the air; Uncle Steve pulled the old diaper from under me and wiped me off. He pushed my knees apart and got the front of my diaper area too. He then unfolded the new diaper, slid the bottom up under me and then shook powder onto my groin.
“Wow these are just like the Huggies we used on the boys when they were little.” Uncle Steve commented while taping one on me.
I started to get up but Uncle Steve told me to stay where I was. “I’m not done with you yet diaper boy!”
My penis went fully erect at being called ‘diaper boy’. “Did Todd bring plastic pants of his own or does he need to wear a pair of yours?” Uncle Steve asked Rob.
“Nah, he brought his own. They’re in my dresser, top right,” Rob said pointing to the correct drawer.
“Well get him a pair out please.” Uncle Steve asked.
“Oh cool! Froggy pants!” Rob said handing his dad the pair of pants decorated with frogs sitting on lily pads.
Uncle Steve snapped them on me and then after I stood he ruffled my hair and gave me a swat on the diaper for good measure. “All right, next up!”
Rob went over and was changed in the same manner as me. Uncle Steve got a fresh pair of plastic pants for Rob and sent him on his way.
“These are great!” Rob said looking at himself in his mirror. “They look so much like real baby diapers!”
It was Rick’s turn, but before lying down, he went to his room, got a pair of his own over pants and brought them to his dad first. Rick stripped off his pants and I was surprised to see him wearing what appeared to be normal underwear.
“Oh my ‘big-boy’ was wearing trainers today?” Uncle Steve teased, “Well let’s see if he kept his training pants dry or not.”
When Uncle Steve slid them down Rick’s dick although not developed was rock hard and standing at attention. “Well son, they look damp to me, I know you try.” Uncle Steve said sounding stern and resolved, “But I think it would probably be for the best if you wear a diaper for a while longer; just until you can learn to keep your pants dry.”
Rick nodded as if ashamed, but I could tell this particular role-play was something they probably did frequently. My Secure Plus diapers were big on Rick, but not by too much, so Uncle Steve placed a booster in it to bulk up the diaper, which in turn gave it a better fit for Rick.
Uncle Steve put the diapering supplies back on Rob’s dresser and handed us each our old plastic pants. “You two get your pants washed out and hung up please.” Uncle Steve then handed Rick his training pants “You take those to the laundry room so they can be washed out.”
When we returned, Uncle Steve was gone but Rick had made it back before us and was sitting again on the futon. “Can I sleep in here tonight with you guys? Please?”
I personally didn’t care, but it wasn’t my place to speak up. “I guess its fine by me.” Rob answered, which seemed to make Rick happy. We played more games and watched a bit of TV in the playroom until Aunt Sarah told us that it was time for bed. It was only about 11 pm but the three of us went to Rob’s room anyway without making a fuss. Rick grabbed his stuffed tiger; I recognized it right away as Hobbes from the Calvin and Hobbes comic strip. He then curled up on the futon under a sheet that had been put on the futon sometime during our play. Rob climbed to the top bunk and I crawled into the bottom.
It was sometime after Rick had gone to sleep and had started snoring softly that I heard the waterproof sheet in the bunk above me begin to crinkle rhythmically. It didn’t take long to figure out what was going on and I found my own dick getting hard while I listened to my brother beat off into his diaper. I listened intently and could hear Robs breathing get faster and faster until finally the crinkling stopped altogether; the only sound was Rob gasping to catch his breath. In the sudden quiet I found I could still hear a crinkling sound from somewhere but it wasn’t coming from Rob, it was coming from much closer. It was then that I realized I was furiously rubbing the front of my own diaper, my hands between the diaper and my plastic pants. Not wanting to beat off right there, I stopped almost instantly and thought about running to the bathroom.
A couple seconds later I heard some noise very softly from above as if Rob had turned over.
“Don’t stop, I don’t mind at all,” Rob said from above, he had pulled back the corner of the mattress at the top bunk and spoke through the opening he made. I could kind of make out a little bit of his features from where the moonlight cut into the shadows of the bunk.
I normally wouldn’t do this, but my hard on was still insistent and I had already halfway started so I went ahead and unsnapped my pants, pushed the front of my diaper down and started to jack off. I felt funny knowing I had an audience, but it didn’t matter at that point, I just kept going until I was satisfied, I tried to angle my shot into my diaper so it would catch most of the mess and when I was done I snapped my pants back up.
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