Step Father

The Check-up

I woke up the next morning with a pit in my stomach. It took me a few moments until I remembered the events of last night. I was really dreading having Sam check my goodnite, even though it was still dry. But I knew that I had to have it done sooner or later, and I preferred to get out of the training pants as early as possible.

I walked into the kitchen and everyone was by the table eating breakfast. "Morning sweetie", said my mother. This caused everyone to turn in my direction. "Hey, I thought you don't wear those pajamas", asked Sarah. "Well, he needed dry ones and they were the only clean ones left in his drawer", answered Sam. "He had an accident, didn't he? Is he wearing his bedwetting underwear", questioned Sarah. I didn't even have to answer as Sam just yanked down my pajamas exposing my goodnite. "Good job keeping them dry", said Sam as he stuck a finger inside to check for any wetness, "keep it up". Even Yvette was snickering at this.

I started to leave when Sam asked me where I was going. I told him that I wanted to change first, but Sam said that now it's breakfast time and I can get dressed later. I started to argue, so Sam just picked me up and placed me in my chair. "If you don't listen to me, then I'll get a highchair to strap you in". I was so scared that I listened without a single word.

This went on for about 2 weeks. Every night Sam would put a goodnnite on me and every morning he would check to make sure I was dry. Sadly, I was not, not even for one night. Yvette was actually nice to me, while Sarah kept on looking for opportunities to poke a little fun about my bedwetting. In school, my buddy Chris kept fishing for an invite to my house, but I didn't want to give him an opportunity to see my goodnites. The wedgies kept coming from Brian, but at least Yvette would help me down. The problem was that it would cause me to leak a little and my briefs was starting to smell.

It was on a Thursday morning, I just got myself checked and I was, of course, wet, when my mother announced that she made me an appointment with Dr Brown, my pediatrician, to check out my bedwetting. I tried to protest, as I didn't want anyone else to know, but it was to no avail.

Since the appointment was in the afternoon, I didn't have to go to school. So instead I went to my bed to read. Unfortunately I fell asleep in middle of reading, and when I woke up I was in middle of peeing. My underwear wasn't too wet, so I just left them on.

Finally it was time to leave. My mother told me to bring along some extra clothes just in case, but I was too ashamed.

We got to the pediatrician's office and was brought into a room by the nurse. She told me that her name is Dr. Lynn. She asked me why I was here. My mother told her that I had started to wet the bed again. She first asked some questions about it, which my mother answered as I tried to tune them out. I was then told to strip to my boxers, so she can take my vitals. I started to get undressed as Dr. Lynn stepped out of the room to get something.

After 5 minutes, Dr. Lynn came back with 2 water bottles. She told me that I needed to drink them, as they will need a urine sample. I started to drink them as she started to weigh me. I got onto the scale, displaying my red briefs with the word HERO written on the crotch for everyone in the room to see. "These briefs are so cute", she commented. "You look like such a mature hero". She then patted my head and told me that Dr. Brown will be in soon, and I should drink up.

Another 10 minutes and 1.5 bottles of water later, Dr Brown entered. He started talking to us, discussing the issue. It was all the standard questions, when did it start, how often, how much, any daytime issues... Finally he asked me to lie on my back. He started to examine me, as I felt the need to urinate. First he started to move my muscle, he then started to feel my stomach. As he was pushing on it, he hit my bladder. All of a sudden, I was peeing. I started to wish that I could disappear, as Dr. Brown jumped back. "Not to worry, everything is pee proof". "But I see what you mean about bladder control". He then peeled off my briefs to check my private parts. As he removed my underwear, he joked "I guess you weren't a little hero after all". When he was finished he stated "all done, except for the urine sample". He then asked if I had a change of clothing, to which I embarrassingly answered to the negative. "No worries", said Dr. Brown, "I'll have Dr. Lynn come in with a change for you". "And when we have the results, I'll call you". He left and Dr. Lynn came in holding a couple of diapers. "I'm not sure which size you are, so we'll try some" she said. She then had me lie down as she diapered me. I ended up going home wearing a sesame street diaper.