One day, I came late to the gym changing room, as was my new custom. I started changing my shirt, as I waited for everyone to leave. Once the room was empty, I quickly pulled out my gym shorts and yanked off my pants. As I was trying to get my shorts straight, the door to the locker room opened. "Brick, coach wants to know how long you'll be", says Axel. I try to quickly yank up my shorts, before Axel comes around the bend. Unfortunately, with the pressure on, my fingers wouldn't work and I ended up dropping them on the floor. As I bent down to pick them up, Axel comes around the bend. "What are you wearing", he asks, "Are those tighty-whities"? Tomato faced, I nodded. "What happened to your boxers", he asked. "Briefs are more comfortable", I half lied. I mean they are comfortable, but that'snot why I was wearing them. "So then wear plain ones, but why are you wearing Scooby-Doo on yours", he questioned.
Embarrased, I admitted that I had started wetting the bed. My mother started making me wear briefs instead of boxers to help contain the pee. She also got me ones with cartoons, because you won't notice any pee stains. I explained how I went to the doctor and now I wear protection too. In middle I started to cry, but Axel just sat there. "I guess, that's why you didn't want to come for a sleepover", he asked. Amidst tears, I nodded. He told me not to worry. I then decided to just ditch gym. I put on my regular pants and left.
The next day Axel, came over to me. "I spoke to my mother and she said that you should still come for a sleepover". "But my accidents", I whispered. "She said not to worry, she'll help you with your problem". So we made up to have a sleepover this weekend.
I came home smiling, glad that my best friend still liked me. While I was getting diapered, I begged my mother to buy me some pullup style protection for the sleepover. "Please", I said, "it's embarrassing enough to wear protection, I don't want to be diapered too". After much kvetching, I managed to convince my mother. She told me that she'll pick me up a package of them tomorrow.
As I was packing for my sleepover, my mother came in and handed me the goodnites. "I called Mrs. Faulk (Axel's mom), and just confirmed that she was OK with your bedwetting". "She told me that it's perfectly fine, and that I should send you with enough protection". "I think you should bring along 6 goodnites for the 2 nights". "You should wear 2 at once, just in case one leaks, and you'll have 2 extras, just in case". I nodded my head, knowing that there was no way I was wearing two goodnites at once. One was bad enough.
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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
