Step Father

Daycare

The rest of the weekend went fine. I would wake up wet, unlike the rest of the house. But at least there was no one making fun of me over here. Sunday night, as I was getting ready for bed, Lisa came into my room. "Justin", she said as she pulled down my pants and briefs, whilst holding a pullup open for me to step into. "I have to go to work tomorrow and I don't want you to be home alone, while the kids are in school". "Therefore I signed you up to Tim's daycare center". "They accept kids up to the age of 10, when they're off from school". I started to protest that I was 14, but was told that since no one knows me, I can pretend that I'm 10. Besides, between the adorable briefs and my occuring accidents, no one would believe that I'm 14. With that the decision was final and I was left to accept my fate, I was headed to daycare.

The sign outside read Sunny Day Care, but it was dreary and raining outside. Worst of all, I stepped in a puddle splashing water all across my pants. As we entered we were greeted by the head. "Hi Lisa, how are you"? "Who's this little guy", she asked. "Hey, Nancy, this is Justin, my step-son, he's by me for the week and I want to send him here", said Lisa. "Great, let's fill out the forms". As Lisa was filling out the forms, Nancy started explaining the place to me. There were two classes, one was for the babies ages 0-3 and the other was for kids aged between 4-10. Needing to pee, I asked where the bathroom was, and was told that there was a toilet in each corner of the classroom. I went and noticed that it was open for all to see. I came back asked about it and was told that it's a safety measure so no one locks themselves in. Also it helps for the potty training kids.

Finally the paperwork was done and I joined the class. My teacher's name was Mrs. Johnson. There were 12 kids in the class, 8 were regulars and 4 were there because they were home from school. Of these 4, only one other was older than 6 years old and that was Dave, who was 8.

Dave and I started playing with each other. After about an hour, Dave said that he had to pee, realizing that I also needed to, I went along. We got to the toilet and Dave went first. He pulled down his pants and underwear and peed. As he was removing his pants, I noticed that he had spiderman boxers and I groaned, knowing full well that I had now became second class.

Therefore when it was my turn, I did everything in my power to try and hide my briefs. "Cool, you have cars boxers", exclaimed Dave, "let me see". I tried to brush him off, but he yanked my pants down. "Oh", he said, "Why do you wear tighty-whities, do you have accidents"? "I had to wear tighty-whities until I stopped having accidents at six years old". Embarrassed, I admitted that I sometimes wet the bed a little. "That it explains it", said Dave. "Don't worry your secret is safe with me".

After lunch Mrs. Johnson announced that we are having nap time. She said, "you don't have to fall asleep, but you must lie down on your cot and be silent". She then asked that anyone that still has accidents should come and get changed. Three boys went up to go get changed and I watched as they got diapered. I was thinking about how babyish I am, as even some of these 4 and 5 year olds are accident free unlike me, when I noticed Dave glance at me with a suspicious look. A look that was silently telling me that I should get some protection, it's better to be safe than sorry. Embarrassed I shook my head no and turned away, leaving Dave to shrug his shoulders.

I ended up sleeping for about 45 minutes. When I woke up, I first checked to make sure I was dry and then ran to pee. When I finished I told Dave "See, I'm perfectly fine, I don't need protection".