Bedwetter

Chapter 2

Following on Dawn's heels crossing the street toward my house I continued my protest. "Call my mom," I pleaded, " I don't wear them at home, ask her". "Frankie doesn't wear diapers," Carole said very confused.

The secret of my occasional diaper wearing was kept even from her. "Oh honey you weren't supposed t hear that," Dawn said continuing, "I didn't expect so much trouble from your brother. Shaking her head, she said, "that's my mistake." Not letting this go I continued my pleading, "please call my mom." Dawn stopped just as we were about to walk in the front door, turning to me she said "Frankie I don't have to call your mother or father. How do you think I knew where your diapers were hiding? Your mommy told me, that's how. She told me if I decided I didn't want you waking up wet, that's where I could find them," she finished. "And I'm not washing your wet sheets and pajamas like i did this morning, " she added. Crying now I said, "please I'll take care of it, like I do every morning." "I messed up today,, that's all,, because my parents were leaving." Realization was coming to my sister. As we were.just going in the door Carole started chiming,"

Frankie wears diapers, Frankie wears diapers. "Shut up," I was screaming now at the top of my lungs. "That's enough, you go up n take your bath," Dawn demanded. "I take showers," still screaming I said. "Alright shower or bath go get it now," I could hear anger tinging her voice and wondered if she might be capable of hitting me. Carole at point was teasing me endlessly. "Tell her t shut up," I demanded. The whole house was in utter chaos. Dawn trying to take charge turned to Carole telling her," that's enough, if you don't pipe down you're gonna get a time out. Turning to me said only, "up, shower, now." I walked upstairs moving as slow as possible desperate for a way out of my predicament. I knew if I could only speak to my mom, she'd stop this. But I also knew that was impossible. She was at 30,000 feet or so somewhere over the Pacific ocean not to arrive in Tahiti for 4 r 5 hours yet. I had to think quick, I was about to have a diaper put on me by a complete stranger and have to wear it right in front of my little sister. Deep in thought standing in my room, I was startled by Dawn busting through my door with a towel in her hand. "What," I asked. "

Frankie I'm not gonna play this game all night. You get in that shower right now or I'm giving you a bath. Your choice," she added as she pushed the towel into my hands while physically moving me toward the bathroom. "Okay okay," I conceded and went in the bathroom knowing I was mere moments from having a diaper put on me. Panicking I had no clue to a way out I started the water and started crying hysterically y as I entered the shower. Finished after milking this one shower for almost 20 minutes incurring Dawn's absolute fury. She banged on the door, "let's go Frankie." Unable to Stall any longer I opened the locked door with dread. As the it swung open I found both Dawn and Carole waiting for me. "Diaper time Frankie," Carole beamed. "You in your room or downstairs now," Dawn barked as she gripped my hand and moved me toward my room. Going in I looked on the floor next to my bed and saw a baby changing mat.

On my bed was one of my diapers, baby wipes, desitin, baby powder and my winter one piece footed pajamas with a Winnie the pooh patch up near my neck. I always knew they were kinda baby pajamas but they were so warm n cozy on cold nights,, I loved them. Apon seeing these things I began crying hysterically blubbering my incoherent protests. Dawn got to her knees and faced me n took me by the shoulders and hushed me, "shh Frankie there's no cause for this. Once you have your diaper on n feel how warm n comfy it is you'll be fine. Tomorrow when you wake up n your bed is nice n dry you'll be happy you had it on. Now come on," she said as she sat me down on the mat and laid me back. The she pulled my SpongeBob underwear over my knees and off. On instinct I covered my privates with my hands. "Hey kiddo, I can't do my job with your hands in the way," as she gently removed each hand one by one placing them by my side. "Don't you fret," she said, " I've changed lots of little boys even older little ones your age, so you just hush now. This was weird, she was somehow charming me. I felt strangely secure, babyish yeah. But oddly complacent too. Then she open the diaper getting it ready and grabbed me by my ankles lifting them and my butt off the ground just high enough to slide a diaper under me. Putting my feet down my knees bent she took a wipe and began wiping my private area baby talking to me the whole time. She said things like there we go nice n clean. Then she started applying desitin. This will keep you from bad rash, doesn't that feel nice.

Hating to admit it to myself, it did. Then came the baby powder. Doesn't that smell nice. I'll bet it feels good as it smells doesn't it. In spite of myself I admitted out loud, "yeah." " See i told you almost done," she said and pulled the front of the diaper through my legs and covered my little bat n balls and enclosed me snug and secure in a diaper. Then she taped one side then the other. "Okay kiddo, that wasn't so bad was it," she asked. "No, I guess not," I whispered. " See didn't I tell you, " she said as she ruffled my hair and tickled my belly briefly. Then grabbing my hands standing me up she added, "and look how cute you are." As she patted my butt. "I found your footies in your drawer. These will hide your diaper better," she told holding them for me to step into. I was still processing the whole situation, unsure of the feelings I was having. I "felt" like a complete baby but this was somehow comforting giving me a secure feeling. "Can I put them on later," I asked. "Sure you can, I'll be down watching my show," she said. Before she left my room I asked her, "can you tell Carole not to tease me, please?" "I sure will," she told me closing my door. Knowing I shouldn't be liking this I couldn't help it because I did. Why does feeling like a baby feel good. Then I went over to my mirror. I was smallish for my age and realized, I looked like a baby, well more a toddler than a baby. A large toddler but a toddler nonetheless. I went to my closet n took out some different pajamas 2 piece this time. It was my Batman set and put on only the top. I wanted to continue exploring the feelings being diapered was bringing out of me. For some reason I didn't have this reaction when I wore them for vacations. Maybe because my mom didn't talk baby talk to me. Or maybe because it was a secret n nobody knew. This time word was spreading like cancer shaming me to no end. Unbeknownst to me as I was exploring the feelings my babyish state was releasing in me there was a knock at the door that I didn't hear. Dawn's friend Kelly n her 2 kids had arrived. I'd forgotten all about them coming