That night, as I was getting ready for bed, there was a knock on the door. "Can I come in", asked my mom. "Sure", I said. "So I went shopping today and I bought this plastic sheet to help protect the mattress". "I know that the accidents were just a fluke, but I would rather that the mattress be protected and not need it". I couldn't help feeling ashamed, as i helped my mother put it on, but I understood the logic.
She then pulled out a package of briefs and handed them to me. "I also got you these to test out my theory", she said. I took the package from her hands and opened them up. It was a pack of 10 briefs with all different cartoon pictures on them. There were 2 each of batman, spiderman, cars, Scooby-Doo and minions. I gasped, staring at them. "Mom, why did you get me these babyish tighty-whities", I half shouted half asked. "What's babyish about them, they're just the brief version of your boxers", said my mother. "Boxers can have pictures but nobody wears tighty-whities with pictures on them". "Nobody", I reiterated, "except for the 2 nerds in my class". "It's only the solid colors like white, red, or black, that people wear". "Not ones with pictures on them" I replied. "Sorry", she said, "I didn't realize this, but I do think it's better with the pictures, less of a chance that people can see a pee stain".
I took out a pair and tried them on. I took a look in the mirror and I have got to say that I did look cute. Especially while having Lightning McQueen stare back at me. I guess being short and skinny has it's benefits. I looked like an 8 year old.
I went to bed and for the first 10 minutes, I kept on twisting and turning, noticing how much the plastic sheet crinkled, but then all was quiet. I dreamt that I was playing baseball, I stepped up to bat in the bottom of the ninth in a tie game. I swung and hit the ball over the fence to win the game. As I ran the bases, my pants fell down and everyone was staring at me as I rounded third base in just my briefs. Just as I touched home plate there was an audible laughter and then it started to rain.
I woke up to the boom of the thunder outside, wondering how the rain got my bed wet. I pulled off my blanket and got a whiff of that undeniable pee smell. I guess I had another accident. I checked the damage and thankfully it was all contained to one area. It turns out that my mother was right about the briefs being better than boxers. I was still tired, so I pulled off my linen, wiped off the plastic sheet, changed my briefs and went back to bed.
When my alarm rang, I jumped out of bed, grabbed my stuff, and headed to the laundry room. On the way back, I stopped to eat breakfast. As I was eating, my mother stopped me. "I see that you're wearing a different pair of briefs, so how did they work", she asked. "Fine", I said, "every where was dry except for my underwear area". "Great", she replied. "By the way, you look really cute in them".
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Not Bedwetting!!!
General FictionBrick is almost a teen and starts to wet the bed. Find out how he navigates it. Comments are appreciated