Bedwetter

Chapter 3

hear. Dawn's friend Kelly n her 2 kids had arrived. I'd forgotten all about them coming. Wonder why? After some consideration I decided to go ahead and venture downstairs. Carole knew I was wearing diapers so what did it really matter if she saw anyway. Besides Dawn promised to warn her not to tease me. Maybe if I played my cards right, I could get her punished with a time out. Don't ask me how I missed the extra conversation happening in the kitchen with 3 extra people in the house, 2 of which being kids, but I did. "Dawn do you think we could watch ". . . the words stuck in my throat as I rounded the corner exposing my diapered state to all to see. I stopped abruptly turned and swiftly ran back the same way I came. I didn't go all the way back to my room, stopping just at the base of the steps and listened. Nobody was following. Amid the giggling and out right laughing I could make out most of what they were saying. One of the girls asked, " who's that big boy wearing a diaper?" Probably the younger of the 2 kids, Bri I thought I remembered her name being. Then I heard my sister begin filling them in, "yeah that's my brother Frankie, he wears diapers because he still wets his bed every night." I seriously wanted to kill her. "Oh my God how old is he?" I heard the older sister Mandi, Amanda ask. "Frankie's eight but almost nine in like two more months," filling her in Carole said. " He's my age and he still wears diapers", the girl Mandi said laughing and added. "He's cute, kinda looks like a big toddler but he's cute." Then Carole asked, "Is he coming to C&C with us in his diaper like that?" her question was like a smack in the face. I'd forgotten all about C&C. No way was I going there or anywhere else out in public with a diaper on. But C&C especially, every time I've ever gone there I've bumped into a friend or two. Panicking at the idea I called out to Dawn disrupting the girls discussion of how big a baby I was. "Dawn can you come here for a second". Rounding the doorway she approached me on the steps leading upstairs and asked me, "what's up little Frankie Frank." "I don't wanna go to C&C anymore", I told her adding. "Somebody will see me". "Nobody is going to see, put your pj bottoms on and no one will notice your diaper," she said confidently. "No please, I don't wanna go," I whined sounding much like the toddler I resembled. " it's gonna be fine now go get your pajama bottoms on so we can go," I was told in a firm voice. After some more opposition from me Dawn had to retrieve my pj bottoms herself. She practically had to physically force them on and over my diaper. I was sure I'd be humiliated before the night was over.

We got in the car all the girls including my sister had big smirks on their faces. Warned not to tease me on penalty of a time out it was at first quiet only Kerri n Dawn passing words. "Hey Frankie they're really cool pj's you got" Mandi the kid my age said. I just gave her a nasty look. "No I mean it" she said. I did wonder if she was trying to be nice n I said, "thanks". Then my sister started on me. "What if Frankie wets his diaper at C&C", she asked. "You better shut up", I yelled. "He won't do that", Mandi said showing kindness again. "Well if he does, he'll need to have his diaper changed right there", Bri the smaller kids said. "Dawn they're teasing me", I pined. "Leave Frankie alone", I heard Dawn tell the two younger kids. But I was surprised to hear Mandi agree telling them to shut up too. That's when I noticed that my bladder was starting to give me signals. Oh no the watermelon. I was gonna be in trouble. I didn't know what to do or how to handle it. If I told Dawn I had to pee, she'd have to take my diaper off. Then diaper me back up after I went. I had to just try'n hold it, I had no choice. Standing in line at C&C the place was packed. Mandi standing in line just behind me was still being kind. "What are you getting ", she asked making small talk. I answered distracted as my mind was fixed on how painful my bladder muscleswere becoming. I was never going to make it home. There was just no way. I was about to wet my diaper just like my sister predicted. First I started squirming. Using activity to combat the urge to pee, I was doing a rain dance and it was going to pour. Mandi saw it too. She asked me in a hushed voice, " Frankie do you gotta go pee?" Taking a risk I admitted my predicament, " yeah, and I don't know what to do," I said almost in tears. "Just go in your diaper", she said not in a shaming way. She said it matter of factly in a way that confirmed what I already knew. I had no other choice. And I still remember distinctly that she said go in "your" diaper not "the" diaper. The rain dance no longer effective I tightened up and crossed my legs as my fists balled up. The first squirt pushed through followed by a torrent. I'm eight years old in line at C&C. I'm wearing a diaper under my pajamas and I'm wetting it like I'm two years old still. "Did you just, you know, wet?" Mandi's question wasn't meant to belittle or shame me. I know, I could just tell. So I answered her honestly, "yeah" I admitted my head hung low looking at the ground. "What are you gonna do," she asked. "I don't know," I started to say but got interrupted by my sister. "Dawn Frankie just wet his diaper." She said it loud enough for the whole crowd to hear, at least to my ears. "Shut up, I protested." "Guys chill out, come here Frankie," she said coming to me instead. "Frankie are you wet," I was asked. "No", I said unconvincingly looking at the ground shame written all over my face.. Then catching me by surprise she placed her hand inside my pj bottoms feeling the inside of my diaper. Feeling what she expected Dawn clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth like a mom does when her potty training child wets his pants saying, " Frankie you're soaked". "Why didn't you tell me you had to go?" " I don't know," was the only reply I could think of. Mandi stuck right up for me telling her, "because he would have been embarrassed". "Well honey that's what a big boy's supposed to do. Then he could have gone potty like a big boy, instead of wetting his diaper like a little boy". " I'll bet you're glad you have a diaper on now otherwise you'd be standing there in wet pajamas," she finished. "Oh Frankie Frank how am I gonna deal with this," she added. While this conversation was happening my sister n her new best friend Bri were having a field day. I was being called every combination of diaper, pee, baby and boy they could configure. People around me were starting to stare. Kids in and around my age were starting to giggle n laugh. Anyone in need of a cigarette could have easily lit it off my face. I stood there thoroughly ashamed of myself. I'd just wet my diaper like a toddler n everyone in close proximity knew it. "Your mommy should've warned me this could happen, " Dawn said shaking her head. After we all got our ice cream we sat down at a picnic table to eat it. I was glad my little sister n her new brat friend had something to stick in their mouths. It kept them from teasing me at least temporarily. Then I felt it again, I had to pee. The damn watermelon. Right then Dawn's earlier words came to mind. Frankie can have as much as he wants, she'll handle it. Was this all a set up to shame the crap outta me. Because if it was it was beautifully set up. The pressure once again was building, my situation worsened. If I told Dawn I had to go, I'd have to have the diaper changed. She couldn't put an already wet diaper back on me. And where would she do it anyway, right here? No way. So I went to the end of the table next to ours next to where Mandi was sitting. Once again I started trying t postpone the inevitable by starting a low intensity rain dance. Amanda whispered to me, "do yo gotta pee again?" she asked surprised. "Yeah I ate two giant slices of watermelon for dinner," I confided in her. "Just go in your diaper, she said.