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Kenny - 11-20
by
Les Lea
Part 11
“Did it hurt?”
The concern on Kenny’s face
was just what I needed. I wanted everything back the way
it had been and that gentle but concerned look told me
we were back to being friends.
“You bet.”
I’d checked my bum that
morning to see if there were any tell-tale signs of my
mom’s spanking but the red had faded so I couldn’t prove
anything to him.
“It certainly stopped my
tantrum,” I meekly added.
Our bare knees were touching
and our heads were close together as I explained just
what had happened.
“I was screaming and
shouting… mom said I was acting like a two-year-old… but
I was determined I wasn’t going to be diapered again. I
was really acting up and…”
My explanation quickly came
to an end when, in the middle of school, Kenny did what
Kenny does best, he hugged me. The pain I had caused him
was forgotten as he tried to ease my pain, and although
I had been feeling OK up until that moment, this was
like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I
can’t tell you exactly how I felt but, it was, it was,
erm, it was fantastic.
I saw one or two of the other
kids looking but I just closed my eyes and felt the
power of my best friend holding me close in an effort to
make me feel better. It did.
On several occasions in the
past I’d thought I wasn’t worthy of having Kenny as a
friend. I’d let him down, or at least thought that I
had, and couldn’t quite understand why he still liked
me. That natural understanding and desire to make things
better was what set my best friend apart from just about
anybody else. As our well-padded shorts rubbed up
close together I realized - no one else in class was
like him, no one else reacted in the same way, and, more
to the point, there was no one I wanted as a friend as
much as Kenny.
***
The memory of Buddy’s red
tail was still at the forefront of both our minds
(although I think his was a lot more severe than mine),
however, because neither Kenny’s mommy nor daddy had
ever done such a thing he seemed stunned that my mom
would actually put me over her knee and deliver such
hard smacks to my bare bottom. I realized that this was
perhaps the only thing that I had over him - I had
experienced a spanking and he hadn’t. I wasn’t sure if
this was something to be proud of or not. I have to say
that if any of the other kids at school received a
spanking, no one ever talked or bragged about it so I
suppose, it was no badge of honor.
Still, at lunchtime I dropped
my shorts, lowered my plastic pants and pull-ups to show
him I was otherwise unscathed. He touched me and seemed
relieved that there were no marks but, I was enjoying
his attention and that ‘tickling’ sensation throughout
my body was back so didn’t want to pull them back up.
Satisfied, Kenny pulled them up for me and we made plans
for a sleepover as soon as possible. I wanted to show
him the things that auntie had made for me and I knew
Kenny wanted us to wear our onesies together, so we
hoped to make that happen soon.
***
The past few days at school
had been horrid for me; my mood, my anger and my
attitude had all conspired to me hating being there. Now
I was enjoying the fact that Kenny and I were back
together everything would be OK but, as the bell sounded
for the end of the day, I remembered something that mom
had said, ‘that we might be moving to the capital’.
At this point, it was the last thing I wanted but I
realized that what I’d said might have made her think
that she was doing the right thing as I was not enjoying
being at Oakland. Jake had made his thoughts perfectly
clear but I’d said nothing apart from being a bit grumpy
about the possibility of a new school uniform. I
certainly didn’t want to leave now but what could I do?
Although the redness had
disappeared I think I was still in a certain amount of
shock that it had happened at all and, despite my
pull-ups, plastic pants and shorts, I could still
imagine mom’s hand making contact with my bare skin. As
Jake and I were waiting for the bus to arrive to take us
home these thoughts were bubbling around in my head and
I found myself absentmindedly rubbing my bottom. I’d
never seen mom so upset or angry with me before and, the
fact that she could have done such a thing, left me
feeling a bit insecure about what mom thought of me. I
certainly didn’t want to annoy her again, and as I’d now
been spanked once, I wondered if I’d crossed some kind
of line that signified that spanking was now an option
for mom if she needed to discipline me. However, I soon
became distracted by the nice feeling that my padded
bottom gave me, that mixture of my pull-ups, plastic
pants and shorts having a most calming effect.
Nevertheless, the mental reminder of the punishment
meant that when I got home I was on my best behavior.
***
I’m not a nasty person, well,
I don’t think I am. It was not really in my character to
do what I’d done and I thought that a complete apology
to everyone was needed to make things right. At the
table, before we tucked into our evening meal, I
nervously made a bit of noise to attract attention.
“Mom, Jake, Auntie Rose,”
this was harder than I thought it would be, “I’m really
sorry for being a pain…” I had no idea why but there
were tears coming into my eyes. “I know I’ve been horrid
to everyone… and … and…”
Jake was the first to come
over to where I was sitting and gave me a cuddle.
Unfortunately, this act of kindness brought on more
tears and I couldn’t get the rest of my apology out as
both mom and auntie joined him in a huge group hug. Mom
was telling me she understood and I was not to worry.
Auntie had tears in her eyes and had that look of
unqualified love she often showed to both Jake and me.
Eventually my sobbing stopped
and we carried on and finished the meal. I was
embarrassed that I’d caused such a fuss, but it was a
fuss that no one at the table appeared to mind. In fact,
everyone was all smiles and in such good humor that I
didn’t want to spoil it by asking mom about the move. I
decided I’d talk to her when she tucked me in at
bedtime.
***
I helped auntie with the
washing up as mom had work to do so I raised the subject
of the possible move with her. I spoke quietly because I
didn’t want to upset Jake but I wanted to know how far
mom’s plans had progressed.
“You should really be talking
to your mother,” auntie said as she rinsed the plates,
“I think she’d like to hear your thoughts… you weren’t
very forthcoming earlier.” She looked at me as if to
say, ‘don’t miss the next opportunity’.
I had wanted auntie to tell
me what mom was thinking; had she actually booked the
removal people, had she enrolled us at a new school, had
she found us a new house? Sadly, if she knew she wasn’t
telling.
When bedtime came I was
nervously anticipating mom coming to kiss me goodnight.
I’d played with Jake on the Xbox and he hadn’t mentioned
the move but then again, nor had I, and I was seeing
difficulties in bringing the subject up. However, I had
put on a pair of pull-ups under my boxers as a sort of
security measure (don’t ask me why) and prepared myself
for the moment.
***
“Mom,” I ventured
uncertainly, “are we moving?”
“Well Si, I have been offered
promotion which means we’d have to live where they want
me to be… and the bank has said they want me based
elsewhere.” Her voice was quiet and she seemed to
understand that I might have concerns. “Do you not
like the idea?”
“Erm, Jake doesn’t.
Erm… I like it here… erm… now… erm…” I
wasn’t making a very good case for staying but I could
tell mom was listening to what I wanted to say. “I’m
doing OK at school, so is Jake, we have friends… mom…
I’m happy here… I thought you were too.”
“Si, I understand.” She
paused and thought for a moment, “It was a big change
coming here… and you two have adapted very well… which
gives me confidence that you can do it again.” I think
she could see I was getting a bit agitated with the way
this was going. “However, I haven’t made a decision yet…
so… there is no time set… no goodbyes to be made for the
moment, and more importantly… you shouldn’t let it worry
you.” She kissed me, tucked me in and turned off the
light.
In the darkness I thought
‘how can I not worry?’ I thought about Kenny and his
hug, I thought about Kenny and the kiss, I thought about
Kenny… and soon I had that lovely warm feeling again.
***
At breakfast I asked mom if
Kenny could come and have a sleepover that weekend but
she said that she’d already agreed to Jake having one
with a couple of his school friends. She said that
another weekend would be fine though could I give her a
few days’ notice as things were a ‘bit hectic’ for her
at the moment. Jake had mentioned his sleepover a couple
of days earlier but I had forgotten, probably because at
the time I was more than a little self-absorbed. I
suggested that the following weekend might be good, if
it was alright with her, and she said that we should
‘pencil it in’.
At school I told Kenny this
and he was quite excited at the prospect and we made
plans for what we’d do at my house. I told him that I
wasn’t sure if mom would be up for the ‘onesie’ night
but he just smiled and said that he’d dreamed about us
together several times now… and we’d already had our
onesie nights then. He laughed and I was caught up in
his total joy as we went into class. I noticed that he
wasn’t wearing his usual thick diaper, and neither was
I, but this was because we had a double period of gym
and sometimes it can be a little mad in the locker room.
I can’t tell you how often people have lost their
underpants as kids pinch, hide or throw them up onto the
lighting out of everyone’s reach. Diapers or pull-ups
would be targeted in seconds, as both Kenny and I had
experienced on a few occasions. If you were the victim
it was awful but if you were the instigator (and
sometimes we were) it was great fun.
***
Jake’s mates were Adam and
Louis, both eight and both as energetic as my brother.
When they arrived Friday evening with their backpacks
and teddy bears I couldn’t get over how young they
appeared but they were soon beating me on my Xbox and
coming up with some fantastic games. Mom and auntie had
their work cut out and I soon found myself immersed in
their competitions/sports/stories. They jumped all over
me and I found it quite difficult to beat them off. I
didn’t want to hurt them but they didn’t seem to know
the word ‘control’. They appeared to be pretty keen on ‘taking
down’ (something that one of the characters on my
Xbox game kept saying) each other as they play-fought
and ran around like frenzied little demons. Jake was as
bad as the others who, despite looking like little
angels, could certainly pack a punch and be incredibly
sneaky.
That night we had a
tremendous thunderstorm. The wind got up, the rain
pounded the windows and the sound roared around the
house. I could hear one of the boys crying in Jake’s
room and seconds later my door burst open and three
scared little boys trooped in and, following Jake’s
lead, climbed into my bed. I’m not sure how I fitted
them all in but Adam, who was crying jumped straight
into my arms, so I hugged him and told him it was OK,
I’d look after him, meanwhile, Jake and Louis both
settled in behind me. I can’t pretend that the storm was
easy for me but with all these little bodies to look
after I thought it was my duty to keep them safe. Adam
was still weary of the noise so I made up a little game
for us all to play. We counted the seconds between the
lightning and the thunder, we made up names for each
flash, the sillier the name the less it scared the boys.
Before long we couldn’t wait for the next flash just to
see who could come up with the most ridiculous word.
Adam had stopped crying but
was hugging me like his life depended on it and I could
tell that the little fellow was wearing thick pull-ups
under his shorty PJs. For some reason I liked him even
more at that point and when he turned over his padded
little bottom fitted snugly against my groin… it was
almost like having Kenny back. Like me, Louis wore
t-shirt and boxers, while Jake was in his new racing car
themed pjs, but all of them, although nervous to begin
with, were settling down as the storm passed.
***
To be honest I slept
fitfully. The boys constantly kicked and turned in their
sleep but I didn’t feel I could send them back to Jake’s
room as it would have meant waking them up. Still,
having Adam to hug was nice and I noticed that Jake was
hugging Louis and I smiled at the thought that their
teddy bears would be sad at missing out on all this
cuddling.
At around 6.30 Jake and Louis
were up and playing on my Xbox, they were trying to be
considerate and quiet but the excitement of the game had
them whooping in delight. Meanwhile, I had the very
sleepy head of Adam lying on my chest and his arms were
wrapped around my hips… he wasn’t going to let me go
anytime soon.
Mom came in and said that
she’d just been to Jake’s room and wondered where
everyone had gone. In between scoring extra points Jake
said that the storm had scared them and they’d hid from
it with me. Mom nodded, “You’ve always done that. Were
Louis and Ad…” She saw that Adam was clutching on to me
for dear life. “Oh, I think he found somewhere safe,”
she gave me an understanding smile and said that she
hoped they weren’t too much trouble. What could I say,
we’d all gotten through the night one way or another and
the boys were happy.
Mom went off to prepare some
breakfast and I tried to rouse Adam. He sleepily looked
at me as I quietly tried to get him up. He seemed a
little bit disorientated but slowly came around though I
could now feel that the little fellow had wet himself at
some point. He wasn’t sodden but I could feel his
pull-up through his jammies (as he called them) was a
little bit damp. I pulled back the bedclothes and as
Jake and Louis continued their game, I led Adam to the
bathroom.
***
Adam was looking a bit sad
and ashamed as he stood feeling guilty about his wet
pants but I just told him not to worry, it happens to
everybody. I’m not sure he believed me as he kept
staring at the floor and swaying his hips. I asked him
if he wanted me to change him but he just shook his
head. I asked him if he needed anything from his
backpack and he nodded. So, after I’d set the shower for
him and tried to reassure him that he’d done nothing
wrong I went and retrieved his backpack.
When I returned he was still
under the gentle warm spray I had set. I put out a towel
and got his t-shirt and shorts ready. I could see he had
his Thomas the Tank Engine briefs so put them out as
well then, noticing his jammies and damp pull-ups were
on the floor, like others had done for me in the past, I
just scooped them up and took them away.
I put his damp jammies in the
airing cupboard and having noticed he had no other
pull-ups in his pack, decided he could have a pair of
mine, if, come night time, he felt he needed them.
Saturday was even more hectic
and I don’t think any of us got more than a few moments
peace before we were catapulted into another game, or I
was recruited into another mission. The night before mom
and auntie had decided on pitching a tent out in the
back garden but the storm had made everything very muddy
so that idea was dropped. Mom came up with the
suggestion to have a baking competition and despite a
certain lack of enthusiasm to begin with, it proved a
huge success once they could taste their creations.
At one point, I watched Adam in deep concentration as he
added the finishing flourishes to one of his cupcakes.
Once he was convinced he’d made it as special as he
could he brought it over and gave it to me. I was
overwhelmed but he shyly said, “Thank you” and ran off
to join then others.
***
Despite having to spend most
of the day playing indoors, everyone was pretty worn out
by the time bedtime came around. We’d all sat and
watched a Disney DVD as we ate snacks for supper and it
was later than usual when mom declared it was time for
bed. I went and retrieved Adams PJs and, as I’d planned,
added my own pull-up to the pile just in case he wanted
that extra bit of protection. While Jake and Louis were
in the bathroom he quickly changed and I noticed he had
slipped the gift on and was ready when the other two
returned. Mom made sure he washed and brushed his teeth
and I could tell he seemed happier in his padded
comfort.
When I got to bed I thought
about how sweet Adam had been and, in what might have
been a gesture of ‘team spirit’, I also wore one of my
pull-ups and plastic pants under my boxers. I briefly
thought about the possibility of the boys joining me in
bed again though I wasn’t worried if they knew what I
was wearing. In fact, since Kenny and I had had our talk
about the bully, and mom and auntie had been so
supportive, I wasn’t bothered who knew about my diaper
wearing exploits. That night I wished I had Kenny, or
Adam, to cuddle before I turned over and dropped off
into a very deep sleep.
*** tbc ***
Part 12
Despite the fact that mom
and auntie had made a fantastic, tented area in Jake’s
room for them all to sleep under, my room became the
most popular place to play. Three pajama-clad hooligans
descended on me at around 6.30 Sunday morning and
involved my sleepy body in a new game of pirates…
apparently my bed was the pirate ship. Having a younger,
active brother sort of prepares you for morning assaults
but three were pretty difficult to cope with. I suppose
the one redeeming factor was that at least mom and
auntie could sleep a bit longer as I was jumped on and
made to defend myself from the boarding party.
An eight-year-old’s knee in
the back or in the crotch is no laughing matter so I had
to wake up quickly and set about ‘splicing the
mainbrace’ (whatever that was). These three ‘men-o-war’
attacked without mercy and I was dragged from the
comfort of my warm sheets into the briny depths (my
carpet), where I was set about and tied up. I put up
some defence but in truth I thought it would be more fun
to see where this all led. I let my hands be tied (which
was very poorly executed so I pretended I couldn’t get
loose) and I was commanded to walk the plank. A sharp
stick was pointed in my direction and I was made to
shuffle along to my supposed doom.
Despite my impending death I
couldn’t help but think how cute all three were; my
brother, like me had dark brown hair, Louis’s was jet
black and he had the most amazing big brown eyes and
Adam, he had a similar demeanor to Kenny but had thick
blond hair whereas Kenny’s was fine and white. Together
they made quite a set of buccaneers and I was enjoying
being part of their morning game. My boxer shorts had
rode up so they could all see my plastic pants but no
one commented… although I did detect someone mentioned
the word poopdeck (and giggle), although Adam did
poke his toy sword at my crotch and pushed my leg hole
up a bit further to see more. His eyes widened and I
noticed that he sort of secretly checked out his own
padding under his jammies as he said to the other two
something about ‘landlubbers’.
I had slyly examined him
earlier when he’d first jumped on me to see that he was
dry, he was, which I suppose was why he appeared so
happy to leap around like a mad swashbuckler. Louis was
content with adding a few “arrs” to everything he
said, whilst Jake wanted to know where the buried
treasure was hidden. Adam was transfixed and waved his
plastic sword around and insisted I was nothing but a
‘scurvy dog’. It was funny because anything he said, in
his squeaky pirate-style voice, was directed below the
belt and not to my face. However, I’ve no idea what, if
any, connection was made between us two extra padding
wearers because at that moment mom came in and said
breakfast was ready.
***
As we trooped to the kitchen
table I felt Adam’s hand checking out my padded bum
through my boxers. So as not to make him feel
uncomfortable I pretended I hadn’t noticed, and besides,
I was happy that he wanted to investigate for himself. I
knew he was wearing that little extra piece of security
so I couldn’t object if he wanted to make sure he wasn’t
the only one.
We all sat down and had
cereal, juice and waffles and I’m sure mom was pleased
that the weather had improved so that she could get us
all outside for the day. However, after breakfast the
boys seemed to be in no rush to change out of their
nightwear and spent the next couple of hours on the Xbox
in my room. In fact, we all stayed in our pjs and it was
quite nice to have that freedom. Well, that was until
mom explained that the sun was out, and so, kids should
be as well. Reluctantly we were prised away from the
game and made to get ready to play outside.
Louis and Jake were first to
shuck off their pjs, changed and be out the door before
Adam had even started. I knew why, he wanted to change
out of his pull-ups without the others seeing him. I
watched as he furtively removed his nighttime
protection, pull on his shorts and then stand, with the
old pull-up in his hand, wondering what to do with it. I
saw the look of indecision on his face so I suggested
that perhaps I could help and that I’d dispose of the
little bundle for him. He looked grateful as he passed
it over and swiftly padded out to join the others.
OK. I have no real idea why I
did what I did next but in my head it was still all part
of the ‘team spirit’ I’d shown the night before. I
removed my protection and shuffled into Adam’s, still
slightly warm, discarded pull-up. I tugged my shorts
over, felt strangely naughty but, at the same time,
rather pleased with myself and joined the lads out in
the garden in their latest game of soccer.
***
I wore Adam’s pull-up all
day. Even after our sweaty, active games had come
to an end and Louis and Adam had been collected and
returned home, I didn’t feel in any rush to change.
Later, when Jake and I had settled down to watch TV
before our own bedtime I felt a naughty thrill knowing
that beneath my shorts I was, unknown to my brother,
wearing his friend’s second-hand pull-up. When it was
time for bed I just slipped my plastic pants over them
and happily crawled beneath the sheets thinking about
what a surprisingly fantastic weekend it had been. I
also made a mental note to check out all the kids at
school to see if I could establish whether there were
others who wore protection. Even though the nurse had
said she was used to changing younger kids it had never
really occurred to me before that there might be a few
others. It gave me a new project to think about and,
before I fell to sleep, I was going through all those I
hoped might be possible wearers. As I softly stroked the
front of my plastic pants I giggled to myself at some of
the boys I imagined in thick diapers (and in my head
they were very, very thick indeed) and wondered if any
would be as bold as Kenny in proudly wearing them.
As my imagination gave way to
sleep I found my dreams filled with images which
suggested that diapers were now all part of the school
uniform. Everywhere I looked shorts were stuffed to
bursting point; some of the kids were having to waddle
around, whilst others crawled, their huge bottoms
defining the mass packing. The white diapers and plastic
pants were everywhere and even the sports teams wore
them out on the field. I think I was enjoying the dream
far too much as suddenly Adam appeared and cuddled up
between Kenny and me, his thick wadding pressing
comfortingly up against us both.
***
I told Kenny about what a
good weekend it had been thanks to Jake’s sleepover
friends. I informed him about the storm and the scared
boys who invaded my bed, and about Adam’s accident in
wetting his pull-up. I explained about giving him a pair
of mine for the following night and was pleased that
he’d slipped them on. I mentioned the pirate game and
the fact that Adam seemed to be obsessed with my padding
and kept looking and touching to see that he wasn’t the
only one wearing some extra protection. Kenny smiled and
said, “Good for him” before we got down to deciding who
would be first in our new game of ‘Who we would like to
see in diapers?’
I don’t know why, but I
didn’t tell Kenny about my wearing of Adam’s cast-offs.
Maybe I was worried in case he thought that was
something between us two, that he might get jealous or
that I was quite embarrassed by what I’d done. Whatever
the reason I kept that little piece of information to
myself. However, at recess, while we kept nudging each
other to suggest a certain person might look good in
diapers, I caught sight of Adam playing over near Jake.
He was looking over at me and gave a guarded wave. I
returned the gesture with a huge smile, which he seemed
pleased to receive, before continuing the game he was
playing with his mates. I tried to discern if he was
wearing any padding but couldn’t quite make out any
extra bulk to his shorts that might have indicated this.
However, that didn’t stop me thinking how good he’d
looked and how I now wanted to diaper him, let him pull
on a pair of my plastic pants and join me in a sleepover
like I’d had with Kenny.
I was momentarily angry as a
sudden nudge made this mental picture fade and I was
brought back to reality. That is until I recognized that
cheeky smile of Kenny’s which meant he’d found the
perfect person he imagined to be wearing diapers. I
laughed as he pointed to one of the teachers, Mr
Rosenthal, the Deputy Principal, and the oldest member
of staff (including Nurse Gibbs), who in all honesty, no
one would want to diaper check.
***
For the rest of the week, it
seemed that every break I would notice Adam and he’d be
looking at me. Of course, it could be that it was me who
was doing all the staring and he just happened to look
up at the same time. However, my nighttime thoughts
became centered on dressing him up in all my ‘babyish’
stuff and looking after him. As auntie had done to me, I
wanted to bottle-feed him and rock him in my lap. I
wanted to fit him in several pairs of pull-ups, put some
cartoon covered plastic pants around him and… and… well,
I just wanted to see what he would look like in my
pale-yellow onesie. In my head he would be the cutest
thing ever and I began to wonder if I could get Aunt
Rose to make a similar pair for him… though I had no
idea how I would bring up such a project
At one recess I was talking
to Jake in the playground who was telling me that he’d
been asked to sleepover at his friend Jeremy’s that
weekend and he hoped it wouldn’t spoil anything that
Kenny and I had planned for ours. Adam and Louis were
standing right next to him and I asked if they were both
going as well, but they shook their heads and waited for
Jake to finish his chat. I zoned out at that moment
thinking that perhaps I could include Adam, and possibly
Louis, in my own weekend but of course that would have
been silly, they were Jake’s friends not mine. As I
stood listening to Jake I had imagined them both in
thick diapers and being cuddled by Kenny and me.
Silly, stupid, ridiculous!
I’ll have to put a check on my brain as it was beginning
to get out of hand, especially as I still hadn’t heard
for certain from mom if it was still OK for Kenny to
come over. However, I was close enough to Adam now and
could tell he wasn’t wearing any extra padding but was
convinced that he was trying to find out if I had
pull-ups on… wishful thinking I suppose.
***
Mom was called into the head
office again and said that she was sorry but Kenny would
have to come over another time. Thankfully auntie said
she didn’t mind looking after us both, and, as Jake was
going to be away, it should be fairly ‘undemanding’. Mom
shrugged in a way that suggested that sleepovers were
far from ‘undemanding’ but, as auntie had insisted she
could cope, eventually gave her blessing to it. In
auntie’s mind, two ten-year-olds were going to be easier
than three eight years-old, and that had turned out OK.
In one way this was a
worrying time. With mom going to head office I wondered
if she might have to give her answer as to our possible
move. I was dreading what might happen and wondered if
this was the last time Kenny and I would get to sleep
over. He arrived just as the taxi was whisking mom off
to the airport and apart from a couple of quick
exchanges between mom and Mrs Morrison, both were gone
and Kenny was smiling as he indicated that his backpack
was full of ‘surprises’.
Aunt Rose made a big thing
about meeting him ‘at last’ and told him how much she
had been looking forward to his visit. Ever polite,
Kenny seemed to know exactly what to say, which made
auntie beam with fondness and admiration for our
visitor.
***
Since the storm the weather
had been getting decidedly cooler and although the
nights were clear, there was a chill in the air that
meant playing late outside was not as inviting as it had
been. We’d been flying around on our skateboards, trying
new tricks and trying to master a few mega-flips but
neither of us had managed to execute it perfectly. We
spent as much time falling on the floor as we did trying
to fly through the air and we’d got ourselves fairly
dirty by the time we went in.
Auntie took one look at us
and ordered us to shower and change before we tucked in
to supper. We went to my room and Kenny emptied his
backpack and sorted through the items he’d brought. He
lifted out several pairs of thick rubber pants, a couple
of pairs of plastic pants, diapers and disposables, he
looked up at me as if to say, “Too much?” and then laid
out his favorite onesie… the pink one.
I showed him my cupboard full
of diapers and stuff that week’s earlier his mommy had
brought over for me and the items that mom and auntie
had added since. He loved the white onesie but thought
the pale-yellow one was fantastic and even loved the
matching pair of shorts.
With mom away I suddenly
realized that auntie would be in charge and she’d liked
it when I dressed as a toddler so wearing all this stuff
was, I hoped, not going to be a problem.
***
We were playing together in
the shower. We shampooed our hair and we watched the
foam slowly drip down our bodies. Sometimes we’d bet on
two streams of lather running down and disappearing into
the plughole or see how high we could make the suds
stand on our heads. We were goofing around and hadn’t
realized we’d taken so long when auntie came in and
asked us to hurry up as our supper was ready.
We dried each other off and
then went to my bedroom where auntie was waiting for us
armed with a huge container of baby powder.
“OK boys who’s first?”
I was a bit surprised and
stunned but as usual Kenny saw my confusion and
immediately volunteered.
Auntie had him lay out his
towel and then, after she was sure he was dry, she
applied some lotion to his diaper area and then
liberally sprinkled the powder all over him. He was
obviously enjoying the process and I thought how strange
it was that auntie should have known that this is just
what Kenny liked. I was sure I hadn’t divulged the fact
that he wanted to be ‘babied’ but here he was,
thoroughly enjoying the pampering.
She looked over at the pile
of options that Kenny had brought and decided, without
asking, that a thick cotton diaper was what was needed.
She had him lift up his legs and slipped the piece of
material under his bottom, which she playfully patted
and brought about some giggles from Kenny. She added a
thick ‘pad’ which made it very bulky (and absorbent
should any accidents happen), but soon had him tightly
pinned and chose the thick rubber pants to cover it all
with.
“OK, one down,” she smiled
whilst tapping a place at the side of Kenny, “one to
go.”
Kenny looked happy, adorable
and about seven years younger… and as auntie took charge
I could see that he was really having fun watching me
being diapered. I thought I’d get exactly the same
treatment as Kenny but after she had thoroughly dried
between my legs she flipped me over and powdered my
bottom first. She asked Kenny if it wasn’t a beautiful
sight, to which he nodded in agreement, before rubbing
even more of the powder in. Kenny joined in and I had
two sets of hands making sure my bum was well and truly
coated in baby powder.
***
Auntie fastened two thick
disposable into place and then added a pair of pink
plastic pant over the entire lot, it felt really bulky
and my legs were pushed well apart.
“Right Kenny, do you want
your onesie,” she held up both his pink one and my
yellow one, “or would you like to wear Si’s”
He checked that it was OK
with me before pointing to mine and auntie slowly pulled
it over his head and fastened the press studs around his
thick rubber pants. The sort of yellowy color of the
pants matched the fabric and looked really good poking
out the leg-holes. He bounced up and down on the bed in
delight and complimented auntie on making such a
‘fantastic’ (he never stopped using that word) item of
clothing. I of course was then wrapped in Kenny’s pink
onesie and, because it was his favorite, I really
enjoyed the opportunity to wear it. My pink plastic
pants protruded from beneath the cotton but, as if
auntie had already known the outcome, like Kenny I was
happy with the result.
The front room was nice and
warm and there was a blanket set out on the floor in
front of the TV. Kenny and I settled down on it as
auntie went to get us our supper. She must have been
incredibly busy because she returned with freshly made
cookies in the shape of dinosaurs and milk, but the milk
was warm and in bottles… baby bottles. I was about to
argue with auntie when Kenny gleefully reached out for
his and immediately began sucking between taking little
bites out of his cookie. I was a little bit more
reluctant but auntie’s gentle smile of encouragement,
and Kenny’s desire to enjoy the moment, soon had me
sucking in the warm fluid.
***
I had thought that when
auntie had done this with me before that it was just a
one off but here I was again, acting like a baby and,
with Kenny by my side, not really caring just how much I
was enjoying myself. I think it was the fact that Kenny
was laughing so much as auntie had got us playing games
that were so much fun. The DVD on the TV hardly got a
look in as we scampered about the house, well, waddled
would be nearer the mark, when we went on a treasure
hunt. She had hidden items all over the place and trying
to find them, and the clues she gave, had us giggling
for the next couple of hours.
After that it was getting
late and auntie made us a chocolate drink before we went
off to bed. The sweet taste was lovely and we both
sleepily sucked on our bottles as we curled up together
on the blanket. Kenny, as always, was a delight to
watch. His enthusiasm and fun personality were a winning
combination and I could see that auntie had taken to my
best friend and encouraged him in his ‘childish’
desires. To her I think it was no more than letting him
be himself, if that’s how he wanted to be, no matter for
how long, then he should be allowed to do just it. His
‘free spirit’, I suspect auntie thought, was a good
influence and she didn’t want to stop or discourage me
from finding my own ‘spirit’.
We were getting tired and
auntie took our hand and we waddled off to my bedroom.
On the bed she had retrieved a couple of teddy bears
from Jake’s room, which used to be mine and set them as
if to welcome us to sleepy time. Kenny clambered
in first and pulled one of the bears in with him, I
joined him and was pleased to see that it was Barney, my
favorite plushie from when I was a kid and hugged him as
Kenny snuggled his. Before pulling the sheet over us and
said that she didn’t want to hear us making a noise in
the night and that we weren’t to leave the bed… for
anything. We were already quite dozy when she patted our
well diapered bottoms, kissed us good night and said
that she hoped her babies would sleep tight and have
pleasant dreams.
***
That night, I drowsily began
to think about auntie. She’d never had a family of her
own but was always fun to be with. She seemed to be able
to understand mine and Jake’s desires and had a
fantastic instinct for buying us just the presents we
wanted or needed. She was ‘fantastic’ at making things
and we always had brilliant new and unique things to
wear, and I wondered if Kenny and me being toddlers was
something she had wanted all along. As I slipped into a
deep sleep I could hear the soft sound of her on the
sewing machine, no doubt she was intent on producing
some new and exciting item. I fell asleep with my arm
wrapped around Kenny and two teddy bears… and I couldn’t
have been happier.
*** tbc ***
Part 13
I woke up first. Kenny was
still fast asleep but lying on his back with his thumb
in his mouth, he looked wonderful. I can never really
get over just how good-looking he is even when he’s
asleep, just how innocent and childish he appears. Of
course, this image was magnified several times by the
fact that the sheet was barely covering him and his
bulky protection, pulled tight by the pale-yellow
onesie, together with the stuffed bear, made him look
like a lovely big baby. Here was my friend, in all his
immaculate glory, displayed for just my eyes. I can’t
tell you how much I prized the fact that he was here,
was my friend, who looked beautiful and just how much… I
loved him.
I’d woken up a couple of
times during the night desperate for a pee but, with the
disposables in place and the plastic pants hugging me
tightly, I felt happy to just let things go. Kenny
seemed to sleep straight through and if he peed, did so
quite naturally in his diaper. I’d cuddled and been
cuddled by Kenny and having the sound of your best
friend’s gentle breathing in your ear is a strange but
wonderful experience. Just before we’d dropped off we’d
looked into each other’s eyes and appeared to make the
same decision at the same time… we kissed each other
softly on the lips. It wasn’t like one of those long
kisses you see at the movies, or even the ones that get
reserved for visiting relations… it was just a soft
brush of our lips. However, this was another marvel that
had thrilled my entire body and the smile on Kenny’s
face, before his eyes drowsily closed, told me he felt
the same.
Now, gazing at my best
friend, amazed at how fantastic the night had been, and
how unexpected it was that auntie had been so supportive
and encouraging. I leant in and kissed my sleepy buddy
again softly on the cheek. I let my hand roam, slowly
running it down his body and ending up gently stroking
his flat tummy. The way the fabric was forced out by the
bulk of his diaper was very apparent and I marveled how
brilliant it all looked as I lightly caressed the bulge
in his onesie… my onesie. It appeared much thicker than
before so I assumed he was wet but had slept on
unperturbed by such an occurrence. The cotton fabric
slid quietly against the thick rubber pants underneath
and I imagined that in his dreams he would know I was
there touching him, kissing him and I suppose… adoring
him.
***
As I looked lovingly at my
friend I began to think again about auntie. She had
accepted, and anticipated, many of the things that Kenny
had come to take for granted. She had known he liked to
be pampered so had taken charge of the situation. When
it had happened between just auntie and me she had taken
the lead then and… well… I had quickly enjoyed that new
situation. I was finding it difficult to know how auntie
knew. What sort of signals, if any, I’d sent out and
just how much I’d told her that I didn’t remember
telling her. I was confused. I was also very glad that
Kenny and I had had this experience together, in my
house. It was all very well me being treated as Kenny
was by his mommy and daddy up at the lake, I suppose it
was just accepted, but here, in my own home, this was
unexpected. I began to think that auntie must have
special powers and that she could read our minds and
desires. I had an auntie with superpowers!
Whilst all this was running
around my head and my fingers were stroking Kenny’s bare
legs, and secretly fondling the rubber pants that were
showing, I realized that without any coaxing I’d wet
myself again. The only reason I became aware of what I’d
done was when I sensed warmness around my pee-pee (as
Kenny called it). I was surprised at how easily it had
happened but I was watching as Kenny’s eyes began to
flutter and he was slowly drawn from the depths of
sleep. My face was right up to his and he smiled and
leant forward and kissed me.
“Morning” My hand was still
on his onesie and in all truth I didn’t want to move it.
“I’m wet,” he reached across and stroked the front of
my/his/my onesie, “are you?”
“Mmm, yes. I think the
chocolate milk may have been responsible.” We made no
attempt to do anything about our sodden situation as we
lay together and chatted about, would you believe, our
teddy bears?
***
It was interesting that he
still had all his and rarely did he go to sleep at home
without at least one of them being with him. Clarence
was his favorite and had been given to him at birth by
his grandparents. Over the years he had ‘adopted’ many
other stuffed animals and, he said, he liked that they
had all found somewhere safe to live… in his bedroom. I
told him about Barney and held him up so he knew who I
was talking about and explained how when I was young he
was always in my crib or later in my bed. However, at
one point, when Jake was being particularly crabby I’d
offered my bear to try and stop him from crying. It
worked but after that he disappeared from my bed and my
baby brother wouldn’t go to sleep without him. So,
although he was nearby, he had found another place to
sleep and I just had to get used to ‘growing up’
We could hear the rain
pattering on the window and a quick look showed that we
weren’t going to be playing out much. Even though we
were both soaked, and walked with our legs spread wide,
neither of us was in a rush to get changed. In fact, I
wasn’t sure if we were allowed to change as auntie
hadn’t said that we could. She hadn’t said that we
couldn’t either so we just played around in my room,
laughing and enjoying ourselves until she came to sort
things out.
The onesies were keeping
everything in place so there was no sagging and the
dampness didn’t actually stop us from doing anything,
therefore, we just carried on.
***
Auntie came into the room all
smiles and armed with wipes and powder. “How are the two
cutest boys in the world today?”
We looked up from what we
were doing; playing with a couple of toy cars on the
carpet and pretending we were racing them around the
room.
“I suspect you both need
changing,” she looked from me to Kenny, “so who’s going
first?”
Kenny jumped to his feet and,
as best as he could, waddled over to the bed where she
was waiting. She un-popped the studs between his legs
and the onesie instantly sprung back from the diaper and
rested on his tummy. She looked at the swollen size of
his diaper.
“My, you are wet,” she eased
down his rubber pants, “let’s get you clean and dry.”
His diaper was bloated; I
suppose that was as a result of the thick extra padding
being so absorbent and as auntie unpinned him it flopped
down onto the carpet. She’d already spread a plastic
cover on the bed and got Kenny to lie out on it as she
set about cleaning him up.
“Well boys, the weather isn’t
very good today… so going out might not be a good idea.”
She carried on wiping and applying lotion to Kenny who
was thoroughly enjoying the process, giggling and having
fun. “So, what do you want to do?” She waited for a
response. “I plan on taking you to the mall for lunch,
if you’d like that, and we can do a bit of window
shopping, or you can spend some time in the arcade.”
All of this sounded terrific
and both Kenny and I were excited at the prospect. I
could tell auntie had something else on her mind but she
wasn’t telling. Once Kenny was all clean, she tightly
fastened him into a disposable and then called me over
for my turn. Again he lay next to me as I was cleaned,
oiled and powdered and I was also put into a
tight-fitting disposable.
***
I was definitely not going to
the mall dressed like this and said so. Auntie looked
shocked. “No, no,” she laughed, “this is only for you
boys to play around in until we get ready for lunch. I
didn’t want you both to get a diaper rash and I’m sure
you’ll feel more comfortable in your fresh diapers.”
Kenny thanked auntie and I could do nothing more than
agree as we went to the kitchen for some breakfast.
It was really strange sitting
at the table wearing nothing but a diaper but, as usual,
Kenny seemed oblivious to it being anything other than
normal. Once we’d finished our food we went and cleaned
our teeth and returned to the game in my room.
Meanwhile, we could hear auntie on her machine working
furiously on her latest project.
It is amazing how rapidly
‘strange’ becomes ‘normal’ and the fact that we were
only wearing diapers around the house didn’t matter.
Partly because seeing Kenny dressed like that was, for
me, ‘fantastic’ he looked the part of an eager little
kid enjoying his freedom, running around and not caring
about what he looked like. His attitude was infectious
and pretty soon we were both playing without a care in
the world. Every now and then auntie would check in on
us or slip her finger under the leg band to see if we
needed changing, but all was well. However, just before
lunchtime she came in and Kenny was wet. I wasn’t but
oddly enough, as soon as I knew he was… I started to pee
myself. I could feel I needed to do more but definitely
didn’t want to do that in my diaper for auntie to clean
up so rushed to the bathroom.
***
I was in there a few minutes
and once I’d flushed I climbed under the shower to clean
myself up. When I returned to my bedroom, still drying
myself, I noticed that Kenny was just being fastened
into a new piece of clothing. It was bright pink, thick
and had Velcro at the sides. Auntie was making sure that
it covered his fresh, clean disposable as she fastened
it firmly around his hips.
Auntie looked over to me.
“What do you think?”
I was astonished. It looked
like a shiny plastic diaper cover but thicker than a
pair of pants. I went over and checked it out as it hung
on Kenny’s slim body.
Auntie explained, “It’s layer
upon layer of plastic, nylon and padding, all sewn
together to make a nice thick quilted area,” She showed
me the Velcro tabs, “and these can be moved along this
thick waistband of Velcro.” A piece of Velcro was sewn
along the width of the front flap which the flaps
attached themselves to. She showed us how to undo and
redo it with a ripping sound, “So you can accommodate
whatever you want to wear beneath.”
I noticed on one of the
Velcro flaps that she’d pulled tightly around to fasten
on either side of Kenny’s hips, had his name
embroidered. I have to say I was very impressed. They
looked completely different to anything I’d worn before
and Kenny was saying how ‘fantastic’ they were and how
‘fantastic’ they felt to wear and how he’d never had
such a ‘fantastic’ diaper before.
***
Obviously, this was the thing
that she’d been working so hard on. I could see that
there was another on the bed so I assumed she’d also
made me one. Mine was shiny pale green. It was exactly
the same and after fitting me into a clean disposable,
auntie fastened me into it. Running my hands over it was
quite luxurious; the shiny satiny material was thick but
not so thick that it made walking difficult. Indeed, the
softness and thickness made it really nice to wear, even
if it did crinkle as you walked. The interior of it was
plastic so I assumed that was to make them waterproof
and when they were secured into place they looked
expensive and very appealing. I noticed that she had
also embroidered my name on mine and I couldn’t help but
feel that Kenny and I were very special boys indeed.
Auntie had us both stand up
and walk around a bit to see that it all hung nicely as
she tucked and tested her creations.
Auntie beamed at us both,
“Something special, for two special friends.”
The quilted softness looked
bulky but didn’t actually feel it, and I think Kenny
particularly enjoyed the noise they made as he walked
about. Auntie wasn’t done. She produced a matching shirt
and shorts for each item. Kenny’s was a pink shirt with
green shorts and mine was a green shirt with pink
shorts, she was keen to tell us we could then ‘mix ‘n’
match’ the look with each other as we wanted.
Kenny was very, very happy
and was admiring the new outfit in the mirror. I loved
the shininess of the diaper cover reflected on Kenny and
he was full of admiration for mine. He was also full of
praise for auntie and we both couldn’t stop kissing and
thanking her as she told us that it was time to give
them their first outing at the mall.
***
Our shorts and shirt weren’t
made out of the same material, just the same color,
which was a shame as I really liked the shiny material
but perhaps that might have drawn too much attention to
our new diapers underneath. The shiny material hugging
us tightly didn’t appear so pronounced, although,
because we knew, we could tell that we had our
wonderful, colorful protection in place.
Auntie seemed really proud
that she had two such polite, good-looking,
well-turned-out boys in her charge (her words) and told
us later that we were both getting very admiring looks.
We felt very proud and I was thinking how incredible
auntie had been to go to all that trouble to make
something so special for me and my best friend.
We had chicken nuggets and
milkshakes for lunch and wandered around the mall for an
hour checking out the latest toys. We even got some
money to spend in the arcade but all the video games we
wanted to play had older, bigger boys using them so
after just a few minutes, we returned home.
On the way home it became
evident that Kenny had filled his diaper but on this
occasion I remained dry. When we got in auntie stripped
him out of his clothes and checked to see if the new
waterproof cover had done the job it had been designed
for… it had. She cleaned him up and again just replaced
everything with a thick double disposable and sent him
off to play. She checked me and said it would be best
for me to take off my ‘special’ outfit so I too was left
running around in just my disposable.
***
As we ran around in our
diapers we noticed that the clouds had lifted and the
sun was coming out. I grabbed my gumboots and mom’s for
Kenny to wear and stood at the kitchen door deciding
whether to go out or not. I’m sure we made quite a
sight; two ten-year-old boys dressed in nothing but
gumboots and diapers, wondering if it was a good idea to
go out dressed in such a way. In the end Kenny made a
dash for a huge puddle in the back garden and
immediately started to splash around in it.
He was like a two-year-old
who had just been allowed out of the house for the very
first time and urged me to join him in this wild water
fun. We jumped from puddle to puddle, kicking dirty
water as we went and laughing at the mess we were making
on our clean, white diapers. It probably would have been
wiser to have worn some rubber pants but the dirty
rainwater just got soaked up into the fabric making them
saturated very quickly. We even kicked off our boots and
was running and splashing around in our bare feet.
Meanwhile, the weight of the water was dragging our
disposables down but as the game continued, we just
weren’t bothered. I noticed auntie standing at the
kitchen window laughing at our antics and I wondered if
she wanted to join in.
I’m sure grown-ups aren’t
allowed to have this type of fun but she appeared happy
that we were. I bet she was also pleased that we’d taken
off the special outfits she’d made otherwise they would
have been in a real state by the time we calmed down. At
one point Kenny tripped over the loose boots and ended
up face down in a puddle. He laughed and sat up and
splashed himself even more.
There was a small wooden
fence that ran along our property and we both bent over
it and saw that the rain had formed a little stream. We
put blades of grass on it to see whose would go the
furthest or the quickest. We dug channels to make even
more water drain into our stream to make the water flow
faster. This was a terrific game and pretty soon we were
watching bigger twigs surge down the rapidly growing
river. It never bothered us we were sitting in mud in
our diapers until we were called by auntie. She took a
long look at us, made us wait at the door before making
a decision - a minute later she began hosing us down in
the back garden.
***
We squealed and giggled as
the cold water removed most of the mud and our dirty
disposables fell apart in a sodden mass before slopping
to the ground. It was fun but the water was cold so,
when she’d been able to remove most of the dirt auntie
wrapped a couple of old towels around us and sent us off
to the bathroom. Thankfully, she had anticipated our
condition and there was a nice warm, foamy bath to greet
our chattering teeth. Naked, we both climbed in and
auntie told us to soak for a bit to get our temperature
back but, she added, she wanted us both ‘super clean’
when we got out.
The water was lovely and both
Kenny and I lay there happy. We’d had a fun time and
this was nice and relaxing, it looked like auntie had
used some of her lavender bubble bath as it all smelled
nice as well. There was a little bit of mud still on
Kenny’s face so I got the sponge and gently dabbed it
away. After that I did the same to the rest of his body
and he did the same to me.
I sunk under the water and
opened my eyes. It seemed a completely different world.
There was nothing but a dull sound, the image was
slightly blurry but I was looking at my naked friend. I
had seen Kenny with no clothes many times before but for
some reason this appeared completely different so I
reached out and touched his leg. I softly stroked it for
a few seconds before his hands found me and pulled me
back to the surface.
“Gosh,” he said smiling and
with bubbles forming a white beard, “you can hold your
breath for a long time.”
He quickly kissed me but
immediately we were having a contest to see who could
hold their breath underwater the longest.
***
I don’t think I’ve ever been
so clean the number of washes I’d had that day and it
still wasn’t that late. Eventually auntie came back and
dried us. However, the clouds had gathered again and she
suggested that we all have a nice easy night watching
TV. As she rubbed us dry she said that as we weren’t
going out, and although it was only about 6pm, we might
as well get ready for bed so that we didn’t have to
change twice. It seemed a sensible idea and Kenny asked
if he could wear his new shiny diaper, which auntie was
happy about. So, we ended up back in my room but this
time, as she powdered Kenny’s bottom, it was my turn to
help out - I rubbed with delight.
It was really nice the way
auntie made everything a game and so enjoyable. We were
chuckling all the time and pretty soon we were wearing
disposables, with thick absorbent pads inside and our
fantastic, new, shiny, waterproof diaper cover over it
all. I grabbed a couple of white t-shirts from my drawer
and looking in the mirror at our joint reflection we
both thought we looked ‘fantastic’. We hugged each other
tightly, jumped up and down in our excitement and again
just couldn’t believe how lucky we both were.
Since Kenny had introduced me
to diapers and plastic pants I’d had a fondness for
wearing plastic pants more, they gave me a strange
feeling and I loved to touch them. As I caressed Kenny’s
shiny new pants I decided that there was nothing nicer
in the world and I couldn’t wait to be sleeping next to
my chum, whilst we both wriggled about in this ‘auntie
inspired’ quilted luxury.
*** tbc ***
Part 14
The blanket was set out in
front of the TV, as were a couple of pillows and our
teddy bears. It was like being a toddler again and I
can’t tell you how much we enjoyed the way auntie had
thought of everything. We watched TV for a while lying
on our tummies and occasionally hugged the pillows,
teddy’s or each other depending on what was happening on
screen. We laughed, shouted and cried as the animated
movie led us into an emotional response. Auntie hugged
us both when our sentiments got the better of us and we
were sobbing uncontrollably because of some toy that
couldn’t find its way home. She called us her “sweet
boys” and held us until we calmed down and were laughing
at one of the other toys that had said something funny.
Auntie said that from her
point of view, sitting on the sofa, our pink and green
shiny padded bottoms were bouncing up and down as we
laughed, and that looked as funny as what was happening
on screen. Again, we had cookies but this time she asked
us if we wanted a cup or a bottle to drink from. I
wanted to say cup, but Kenny passionately shouted
“bottle” in a tone that can only be described as
‘toddler tantrum-ish’ before he laughed and we both
realized he was just playing a part. So, it was
bottles again for us as we continued to watch TV.
At some point we left the
blanket and went to sit either side of auntie on the
sofa. She put her arms around us and drew us into her
warm body and we settled in her comforting embrace.
Still sucking on our bottles, it all felt rather nice
and soothing as she stroked our padded bums and cuddled
us tightly. Auntie seemed very happy… and so were we.
***
Kenny, clutched close to
auntie’s warm bosom, fell asleep sucking his thumb, no
wonder he dropped off so quickly.
“He looks so cute.” She said
looking at him, “He really is a very extraordinary boy.”
I wriggled in my diaper. I
was proud that auntie thought that way but, for a brief
second, I was jealous of her attention straying away
from me. She sighed and looked at me.
“You are both a picture.
Handsome, good-natured,” she must have noticed my
relieved smile as she said this, “sweet and loving. You
are the perfect boys for each other.”
I wriggled more in my diaper
but this time in satisfaction. Auntie had confirmed, as
she had done on many occasions, what I thought, Kenny
was special and the fact that she thought we were
special together made me very happy. Yes, that wriggle
was full of happiness and contentment.
***
Auntie’s face suddenly got
serious. “Are you happy Si?”
At that moment I was very
happy, but I could tell there was more to the question…
and I was right.
“Are you happy with all…
this?” She said indicating my diaper. “I know Kenny
loves it… but do you?
I nodded and she looked
relieved. “I only ask because, well, I didn’t want you
to do things because you thought you had to.” She looked
a bit anxious as she searched for the right words. “I
can get carried away. I love seeing you both in your
little outfits; it reminds me of a very happy time for
me when you were very young but… well… it isn’t for
everyone. I’m sure Jake wouldn’t want what you and Kenny
have,” she was still trying to find the right words,
“but you and Kenny bring out the ‘mother’ in me… and… I
hope that isn’t too scary.” She sort of smiled but it
wasn’t quite a smile, it was like a question.
She was obviously worried
about something, although I didn’t really know why as
both my best friend and I loved being who we were. We
loved the diapers, we loved the protecting pants, we
loved the onesies, and we loved the fact that auntie had
let us play as we wanted to play, unrestricted and
without anyone judging us. Yes, we were both happy… we
loved the love. I hope the huge hug I gave her was
answer enough as I didn’t quite know how to put my
feelings into words at that moment. She seemed relieved.
***
The phone rang and auntie had
to get up to answer it waking Kenny in the process.
Sleepily he crawled over to me and rested his head in my
lap, put his thumb back in to his mouth and snuggled
down once again. I’m sure if no one woke him he’d sleep
forever. Unconsciously, I stroked Kenny’s fine blond
hair as he rested his head on my shiny quilted diaper
and waited for auntie to return. I could hear a little
of what was being said but not everything.
“That was Kenny’s mom,” she
told me seeing how he was too sleepy to talk to, “I’m
afraid she’ll be over to collect him early tomorrow
morning… about 8… as she has had a change to her work
schedule. Sorry.”
I was sad but we’d had a
terrific time so far and I knew that Mrs Morrison’s job
was important so I shrugged my shoulders because I knew
there was nothing I could do about it.
As Kenny was almost asleep
anyway auntie took us to my room and put us to bed.
Kenny was too drowsy to respond to her ‘night-night’
kiss but I kissed and hugged her tightly, so she knew
that I loved her. There was a slight sniffle from her
when she turned out the light.
***
I slept straight through and
only woke up when auntie came in to rouse us and get
Kenny ready for his mommy’s arrival. We were both very
wet and we’d woken up in the same position we’d fallen
asleep in; me clutching the front of his diaper.
Drowsily, Kenny wondered why the hurry, so auntie
explained about the phone call. Eventually it sunk in,
and he stumbled towards the bathroom, his thick and
filled diaper making his progress more of a crinkly
waddle than a glide. I giggled at him, and he challenged
me to see if I could do any better. We both looked like
huge, colorful babies, trying to walk for the first time
(well perhaps we weren’t that bad, but it was funny to
pretend how difficult it was).
We ripped open the Velcro
(the sound was very loud… but fun to make) and the soggy
mass of our stuffed diapers sagged dangerously low,
eventually, the weight made them slip down our legs and
gather on the floor. Auntie had already set the shower,
so we climbed in together and let the spray clean all
the nighttime mess from our bodies.
Auntie was making us some
breakfast so left us to get ourselves ready. I assumed
that Kenny would just put on his briefs, shorts, t-shirt
and jumper to go home in, but he still wanted to wear
his new diaper. So, slipped on a disposable, Velcro’d
himself tightly in and pulled up his shorts. I could
tell he was padded but as always, he looked fine. I
followed suit but couldn’t decide which shorts to wear.
Kenny said I looked fantastic as I was so, I didn’t
bother with anything else other than a t-shirt and we
ambled off to the kitchen for something to eat.
Kenny’s mommy arrived right
on 8. Kenny thanked auntie a hundred times as she had
folded up the matching shirt and shorts that she’d made
and placed them in his backpack. She was also very
pleased that he’d wanted to wear the quilted diaper to
go home in and patted his bum as he waved his goodbyes.
Standing at the door I waved them both off but I’m not
sure what Mrs Morrison thought of my outfit. What she
could see was the t-shirt and a bit of my shiny pale
green quilted diaper hanging down, I don’t think I was
revealing too much but I wondered what Kenny would tell
his mommy about the present auntie had made for us both.
***
Back inside auntie smiled and
said, “You are a very lucky boy Si.” I beamed back a
smile that I hoped said ‘I know’ and toddled off to my
room as she went about cleaning up the house ready for
mom’s return.
I felt pretty ashamed
because, all the time Kenny had been with me, I don’t
think I’d given mom’s trip much thought. Now, as auntie
dusted and vacuumed and I was told to clean up my room,
I began to worry that things might be about to change.
Once again, I bugged auntie
with questions about mom’s intentions but she simply
said she didn’t know. No matter what I asked, or how I
phrased it, the answer was the same “Wait until your
mother gets home and she’ll answer all your questions.”
I’d gotten used to just
wearing a diaper around the house and I found it
comfortable, even with the thickness between my legs, to
carry on as normal. However, in preparation for when
Jake returned home, I pulled on a pair of shorts to hide
my new present. I suspect that auntie was correct in
that he wouldn’t want anything similar but, I didn’t
want him to ask awkward question just in case she hadn’t
made anything for him.
***
Jake came bounding into my
room just as I was organising my new stuff.
“Whatcha doing?”
Why his innocent question
should suddenly fill me with guilt I have no idea but I
quickly turned round and shouted at him “Don’t you ever
knock?”
He looked surprised at my
outburst and the look of enthusiasm on his face suddenly
faded away. He looked down at his feet in embarrassment
and mumbled. “Erm… er… sorry.” Now I felt even guiltier.
I was unaware that he’d just
arrived home, was obviously wanting to tell me about his
sleepover and here I was being Mr Grumpy. My temper
quickly evaporated as I realized I was in the wrong and
in a quieter voice I meekly asked him to knock before he
came in. I said I might be wrapping up a present for him
and I’d want it to be a surprise. His eyes lit up at the
thought of a present and soon he had joined me on the
bed and we had a bit of a tickling play fight. Shortly
after we were both giggling as he told me about his
couple of nights away.
***
He didn’t appear to notice
the padding in my shorts, and if he did he probably
thought nothing of it as I often wore such stuff for
school. Not every day but sometimes, especially if Kenny
was wearing his. Besides, his pirate mates had seen my
protection at close quarters and that hadn’t caused any
great reaction, well, apart from Adam. Oh Adam. The
thought of him came flooding back into my mind and I saw
us trading places; me poking a stick at his grey school
shorts that were revealing some pink padded plastic
pants and him smiling knowingly.
Because the eight-year-old
had worn padding I identified with him. “Erm… did Adam
and Louis enjoy it as well?” I’d interrupted him while
he was in full flow about the treehouse that Jeremy’s
father had built.
“They weren’t invited.” I
knew that but I wanted to talk about Adam again, but
Jake totally ignored my question and carried on about
how sleeping up in a treehouse, when it was pouring
down, had been so much fun.
“The water was dripping
through onto our sleeping bags,” he laughed at the
thought, “so we all had to huddle together in a corner.”
I was a bit sad that my Adam
reference hadn’t produced some further news on him but
Jake was in full flow.
“Tim was only wearing his
boxers so,” he leant in as if including me in some kind
of conspiracy. “We pantsed him… and threw his boxers
into the garden.” His face lit up in glee. “He was
running around bare and telling us what horrible people
we were… but we just laughed. He sat in the corner
pulling down his t-shirt trying to hide himself… it was
so funnnny.”
“Did he get his clothes
back?”
“Yup… when the rain stopped,
I climbed down the ladder and got them for him… they
were soaked… but he still had to put them on.”
He told me loads more about
Jeremy’s house and family and wondered if I knew his
sister Kelly, who was the same age as me, but I didn’t.
I wasn’t even sure if I knew Jeremy but Jake said he’d
point out the rest of the gang, and Tim in particular,
the next day at school.
***
It was getting late and mom
still wasn’t home and I began to worry if things were
alright. I asked auntie what time she was expected but
auntie said that airlines were notorious for being late
and not to worry she’d be home as soon as she could.
“She’ll be missing you two as
much as you’re missing her,” she said by way of putting
my mind at rest.
I knew this was the case but
my head was filled with the possibility that mom might
come home with the news that we were moving. I got a
strange shudder through my body as I thought that and
that worried me. I didn’t want to leave Oakland. I
didn’t want to leave Kenny, what about auntie… would she
be coming with us? I was full of apprehension and didn’t
want to go to sleep until I’d heard from mom about what
we were doing.
With school being the
following day auntie insisted we went to bed at a decent
time. She’d already tucked in Jake as I was changing out
of my shorts and diaper. I put my new quilted diaper
away with my special shirt and shorts and looked at the
shelves of diapers and stuff that now had overtaken my
closet. I played with the idea of slipping on a pair of
my pull-ups with the racing car on the front but in the
end, by way of change from the rest of the weekend, I
decided I wasn’t going to wear a diaper at all, just my
silky, Disney boxer shorts.
Auntie came in just as I’d
climbed into bed. She tucked me in and I asked her if
she’d wake me up when mom came in. She kissed me on the
forehead, said not to worry and that she was sure she’d
be home soon and able to tell me everything at
breakfast.
***
During the night I heard my
bedroom door close and could hear distant voices. I
assumed mom was home and that she had come in to check
that all was well with her sons. I drifted back to sleep
thinking I could also hear crying… but I might have been
mistaken… it could have been part of an interrupted
dream I was having about Adam.
*** tbc***
Part 15
It seems strange that only
a few months ago I could never remember any of my dreams
but now, well, they were occupying my day as well as
night. My imagination was making things real whether I
was awake or asleep and it was happening more and more.
After identifying with Adam earlier in the evening, I
was suffering another frustrating dream featuring him as
I slept.
We were at school, and he
was wearing his padded protection, except he was
complaining to anyone who’d listen that it was me who
was forcing him to wear it. I was desperately trying to
tell him he could wear what he liked and explaining that
I only wore diaper stuff from time to time. The
confusing thing was this, although I knew I was wearing
my protection, every time I opened my shorts to show
him, I was padded, there was no padding just a normal
pair of briefs. Adam was surrounded by his school
friends, who were all looking at his bulky pants,
commenting and mocking him. The fact that I couldn’t
prove he wasn’t alone in wearing diapers to school was
making him feel vulnerable. I felt awful because I
wanted him to see I was on his side, but it just looked
like I was trying to make him look bad.
Kenny wasn’t in this dream.
In fact, everyone but him was there and were all
watching Adam who was trying to hide away in
embarrassment. I was trying to tell him it was OK and
that he wasn’t alone but, that was proving a problem, it
was as if I wasn’t there. The trouble with dreams is
that they seem so true. I was convinced I only wanted to
help but appeared to be making it worse. Adam began
crying as his classmates began to pick on him even more
and, although I felt his pain, I could do nothing. His
pitiful weeping woke me up a little, and as I was coming
round, realized I was in bed and only dreaming so,
relieved, I fell back to sleep. The only thing was… the
dream would start all over again… and that was for the
third or fourth time.
***
Although still fairly dozy,
hearing my bedroom door close had woken me up but I
could still hear sobbing and voices. I got up and opened
my door and there was auntie just checking in on Jake.
She saw me and looked at my bedraggled state and came
over to hug me.
“I thought I heard voices. Is
mom home?” I babbled sleepily. “I heard someone crying.”
“It’s OK Si,” Auntie was
soothing as always. “Shh, shhhh, your mom is having a
bath… and you my little sweetheart were having a bad
dream.”
She guided me back to my bed,
even though I wanted to see and talk to mom. “You can
speak to her in the morning. Now let’s get you all
tucked…”
She paused when she realized
that my bed was wet through. “Oh Si, seems like it was
more of a nightmare than a dream.” She sat me on the
chair next to my desk. “Wait there and let me fix this.”
I was still very drowsy, but
auntie soon had my bed stripped, mattress turned and it
all remade in moments as I was trying to work out what
was happening. Once the bed was done auntie turned her
attention to me. My sodden t-shirt and boxers were
removed, I was wiped clean, powdered and put into a very
thick terry cloth diaper, which she pinned into place.
“OK young man, now you’re
all clean and tidy, lift up your legs.” I sleepily
lifted them up and she slipped a pair of thick plastic
pants into place. “There, all done. You should be OK
now.”
I slowly wondered back to bed
and auntie tucked me in, ran her hand through my hair
and wished me ‘night-night’ once again.
Before she went, I asked her,
“Is mom OK? I heard crying.”
She came back to my bed and
again ran her hand through my hair. “Oh sweetheart, it
was you who was crying. Your mom just popped her head in
because she heard you… but you stopped once she’d kissed
and tucked you in.”
I didn’t understand. It was
Adam who was crying in my dream not me and I definitely
heard crying when I woke up. Surely it wasn’t me who was
in tears?
“I’ll tell your mom to come
and talk to you when she’s finished her bath. You’re
obviously worried about… something. In the meantime,
you’re well-padded, your mom’s home… and we all love you
so try and go back to sleep… everything will be fine.”
I don’t know if mom came back
to chat because the diaper was so comforting I fell
asleep almost immediately and didn’t wake up until I had
to get up for school.
***
As I pulled back the covers
and saw my thick protection the events of the night came
back to me and for some reason, I felt tears in my eyes
once again. I wasn’t sure why, perhaps I was just upset
at Adam being upset. Maybe it was wetting the bed and
having auntie come to clean me up. Then I remembered
that auntie had said it was me who was crying and crying
loud enough to bring mom to check in on me. I wasn’t
sure why I should suddenly be so tearful but, whatever
the reason I was a bit nervous about getting dressed and
seeing everyone at breakfast. In the end I stripped out
of my night ‘defense’, washed and, with a reassuring
pair of pull-ups in place, ventured downstairs.
“Morning sweetie,” Mom said
as she held out her arms for me to give her a hug. “Are
you alright now… you had a bit of a rough night?”
I hugged mom tightly. “I
missed you mom.” She held me in a tight embrace and then
gently patted my slightly padded bottom to signify it
was time for release.
“I missed you as well.” Jake
was eating his breakfast, so I suppose he’d already done
all his hugging. “It’s been a busy time for us all… what
with Jake at Jeremy’s, you and Kenny, and Auntie Rose
having to…” she left it unsaid but I knew what she was
referring to.
Like Jake I was dressed in my
uniform and ready for school, but wanted to know about
mom’s trip and if she had made a decision - were we
moving?
“Is that what’s been worrying
you?” She looked sympathetically at me. She spread her
arms again and invited both Jake and me into her
embrace. “No, for the moment anyway, we aren’t going
anywhere.” I was so relieved and cried with happiness,
and so did my brother.
A huge cloud had been lifted
and even if it was overcast outside, at least it was
sunny for the two of us.
***
I was full of smiles when I
met Kenny. “We’re not moving.”
The huge grin that appeared
on his face told me he was happy with the news before he
came over and gave me a big hug.
“That’s fantastic.”
“Mom says we are staying
here. I’m so pleased. I was worried I might lose…” Once
again Kenny supplied the rest of my sentence by hugging
me even tighter and whispering in my ear.
“I’d hate it if you weren’t
here… and my friend,” then sighed a little as he
secretly kissed my ear.
A thrill ran through my body.
My best friend was hugging and kissing me in public and
I was wriggling happily in his embrace enjoying every
second.
“Do you want to come over to
my house this weekend?” He murmured so no one else would
hear.
Our bare legs were brushing
up against each other and I didn’t want the feeling to
stop. The tightness in my pull-ups I hoped was matched
by a similar sensation for Kenny but eventually we
pulled away. I nodded yes… then realized that this would
be the first time I’d stayed at his place. I’d visited
his home when we’d gone up to the lake, but I’d never
been inside, on that occasion we were in just too much
of a hurry to set off. So, for the rest of the week I
was imagining what his room would be like.
***
Kenny lived at the opposite
end of town to where we were so it wasn’t a place where
I could just nip over to play with him when I wanted.
Lifts had to be organized, and although I had a bike,
and the streets were fairly safe, mom was never keen for
either Jake or me cycling too far away from home. So,
believe it or not, we didn’t socialize much out of
school because of the distance. So, a trip to Kenny’s
house was going to be quite an event, well at least
that’s how I built it up in my mind.
Because of the way Kenny
always spoke I had this image in my mind just what his
bedroom would look like. It would be colorful, possibly
pink, there would be cartoon posters or wallpaper, soft
lighting, a little table and chair like I had, and the
room would be full of soft toys and kid’s games and
there’d also be a mobile hanging down over a crib… not a
bed. For some reason I just assumed he would have taken
the whole ‘babyish’ thing to the limit and his mommy and
daddy would let him sleep in a nursery and be more than
happy to go along with it.
***
Mom was needed back at head
office for the weekend so, once she’d dropped me off
Friday night and handed me my backpack, auntie had Jake
all to herself. Kenny had said that he hoped we could
spend the entire weekend in our onesies, but I wasn’t
sure if that would happen. I had my blue and yellow
shorty and my white (like a rabbit) long one, neither of
which I thought appropriate for such a length of time. I
also brought the ‘special’ outfit that matched with
Kenny’s and hoped we’d get the opportunity to do as
auntie had suggested – ‘mix-n-match’.
At the door auntie had a few
words with Mrs Morrison and I overheard her say that
Kenny had been very excited about his time spent at our
house and how much he’d loved the things she’d made for
him and me. Mrs Morrison seemed genuinely pleased to
meet mom’s sister and complimented her on her design and
sewing prowess. I think the conversation, which auntie
seemed delighted about, would have gone on longer except
that Jake was with her and she’d promised him a visit to
the movies.
As we waved auntie and Jake
off Mrs Morrison beamed her friendliest smile and said
that she hoped I’d enjoy what was planned. Kenny was, as
usual, all enthusiasm and smiles, so I eagerly joined in
the general feeling of happiness that his mommy seemed
to radiate.
***
For some reason I was sad
that Mr Morrison was on duty for the entire weekend, and
it was down to his wife to keep us boys entertained.
He’d been a lively and inventive ‘games’ organizer up at
the lake and I also liked his relaxed attitude to being
naked. Actually, when I thought about it, none of the
Morrison family were shy about how they dressed (or
not), and up at the lake it was often the bare minimum
to wander around in. Unlike so many of the other boys
Kenny was not fazed when changing in the locker room, it
just never occurred to him to be anything other than
relaxed when it came to dressing or undressing. I know
Jake and I are fairly casual about being naked in front
of each other, but we’re brothers so I don’t suppose
that counts.
Kenny led me to his room to
stow my backpack and I was truly amazed at what I saw.
Apart from the array of stuffed animals it was nothing
like I had pictured it would be. The walls were painted
a dark blue, his little bed was black with a blue
two-tone duvet, the black wooden floor was shiny and
there wasn’t a thing out of place. His clothes were
stored in two big black closets, and he had a huge set
of drawers, also in black. It was across the top of this
where his collection of teddy bears and animals sat. On
his desk were a collection of framed photographs; one of
his mommy and daddy, one of the family and seven of
Kenny and me together… one of which was the image of him
and me in our thick protection up at the lake… we did
look silly, innocent and cute. I wanted to get a copy.
***
He opened one of his closets
and it contained his onesies and piles of diapers and
stuff, not unlike my own, except his were beautifully
arranged. In the second closet were all his other
clothes; school uniform, Sunday best, suits, shirts and
shorts. I thought his mommy must have been very well
organized, but he told me it was he who had sorted
everything to how he wanted it. He emptied my backpack
and hung my clothes up in a little space he had left
just for my clothes. There was no computer or TV around,
just a clock radio on his nightstand and again, another
photo of me and him, which I didn’t know had been taken,
talking to one of the scouts. I could see why he wanted
that particular image as the boy in the uniform looked
stunning.
Kenny told me to make myself
at home, but his room was just so tidy that I felt a bit
nervous of doing anything that would spoil the look of
the place. I asked him if it was always this clean and
he giggled nervously as he told me he loved dusting,
polishing and sweeping the entire house. He said that as
both his mommy and daddy had busy jobs he’d learned
early on to help out. He could do these little tasks,
which were appreciated, and the more praise he got,
again he giggled, the more pride he took in keeping up
his good work. I wondered if Jake and me would ever be
that thoughtful but remembered that Kenny is nothing
less than an angel so it was quite fitting, he should
think of others.
***
As he showed me around, Kenny
was dressed in his soccer kit; just shorts and team
jersey and didn’t appear to be padded at all. As usual I
was wearing shorts and t-shirt and I had my pull-ups on,
which I have to say, I was wearing more often than my
briefs these days. Unlike our house Kenny’s was all on
one floor, although he did say they had a basement,
which I hadn’t seen yet. But like us, they had a huge
back garden although in it they had a little ‘summer
house’ painted pink and pale blue, that Mr Morrison had
built himself. It looked like it was straight from the
pages of a cartoon book, and I imagined three little
pigs or Snow-White living there. It was really very
nice, and Kenny was very proud of it, telling me that he
often went there to read or write. He said that in the
summer months the family spent nearly all their time in
the garden and using the little house. I asked him where
the three little pigs and Snow White went when that
happened, and he looked at me strangely. I then realized
I’d only thought about those characters I hadn’t said it
out loud. I felt rather silly.
Once I explained my ‘joke’ he
laughed, and we went inside where he showed me some
paintings and drawings he’d done over the past few
months. He was particularly proud of one he’d done of me
sitting on a fence wearing my, sorry, his old
blue checked shorts. I even remembered the incident
because I was exhausted with all the running around and
had just stopped to pull up my diaper. I think I could
even make out the bulge under the shorts. Still, I was
quite delighted that he’d used me as a subject and the
job he’d done wasn’t bad at all. I think you could
definitely tell who it was… if you knew me.
***
My best friend had even more
talent than I realized, and he said he wanted to paint
me again sometime during the visit. I got quite excited
at the prospect and wondered if he wanted me to dress up
as a cowboy, a gladiator (we’d been learning about them
in class) a soccer player or maybe his favorite pop
star. Then I realized that he’d asked me to bring my
onesie, so I assumed that would be how I was to be
captured for eternity.
When it began to get colder,
we went in and he showed me their basement – it was like
a sports center.
The area was huge and had a
pool table, table-tennis table, weight training
equipment, a running and rowing machine, a TV, sofas and
chairs and at the far end there was a screened-off part
that Kenny said was a bedroom for guests. I was a bit
stunned and wondered if this would be where I’d be
sleeping but Kenny quickly allayed my fears when he said
that usually his grandparents used it on their visits.
“Oooh good,” I let out a
relieved sigh, “I thought it was where I might be
sleeping.”
Kenny shook his head. “No
way!” He placed a hand on my shoulder and looked at me
through his long thick lashes. “I don’t think I could
sleep knowing you were nearby… but not with me.”
“Does your father like to
work out?” I said surveying all the equipment.
“Yes, he’s a bit conscious of
keeping fit for his job. In fact, mommy and daddy both
use this stuff regularly.” I was about to ask if he did
as well, but he continued. “Daddy won it, well most of
it, in a competition.” He pointed to various bits of
heavy training machinery. “But daddy thinks that most of
it might be too much for me… he only lets me use some of
it.”
He sat at the rowing machine
and gave a few pulls, then got up and let me try. As I
stretched my shorts rode up showing him my pull-ups and
he could see the cartoon character on the front.
“I’ve got some like those,”
he smiled, “mommy thinks they look cute.” I nodded as I
tried to make the ‘rowing’ look easy, but I soon tired
of that game.
We snuggled up on one of the
sofas and turned on the TV, it was tuned into a sports
channel and was showing some European soccer. Kenny was
interested so, even though I wasn’t, I curled up close
to him and we watched until we were called to dinner.
***
After the meal Mrs Morrison
turned on the computer, they had it hooked up to the
huge TV in their living room and started to show me some
of the fantastic photographs that were taken on our trip
to the lake. Mrs Morrison was very funny with some of
her comments, and we had to keep going back to certain
shots because we’d missed them with laughing so much. I
wanted copies of everything, yes even the ones of us in
our diapers and rubber pants – Mrs Morrison called us
‘The Protection Boys’ and had done a sequence of images
and short video clips, which she’d made up a story for -
we were investigating ‘The Disappearance of… the Fish.”
The way Kenny was laughing, hiding in embarrassment, and
squealing with delight I guessed he hadn’t seen this
version before and I was so happy to be included in the
Morrison family photo album.
We watched it twice more and
were in equal fits of laughter each time, it was very
funny and loads better than the DVD we’d had at my
house. Mrs Morrison was giggling as much as we were, and
I marveled at how inventive she was to come up with such
a fantastic idea.
Time just seemed to shoot by
and before we knew it was time for bed. I could have sat
and watched it again but as I got up Mrs Morrison handed
me a silver disc. She’d written on it in marker pen;
‘The Lake and the Strange Case of the Disappearing Fish’
starring Simon Hudson… I held it for a few seconds
in wonder, not really believing I had a copy of my own…
then excitedly hugged her tightly in thanks.
***
After we’d washed and brushed
our teeth we returned to Kenny’s bedroom. I was half
expecting to see his bed festooned with diapers and
stuff, or at least his mother there to make sure we were
well padded for the night but… no. Kenny stripped off
down to his briefs, so I stripped off down to my
pull-ups and we stood looking at each other. Kenny said
that he thought I looked really good in the rubber pants
at the lake and wondered if I liked them as well. I
nodded.
His mother tapped on the door
and asked quietly if we boys needed any help? “No thanks
mommy… we can do it ourselves.” He said as he looked
straight into my eyes.
“OK then, good night boys.”
We chorused a return good night. “Don’t stay up too long
and I’ll check on you when I come to bed.”
“Thanks mommy… good night.”
He moved over to his closet and pulled out two
disposable diapers. He nodded at my pull-ups as if to
say it was time to lose them and I slowly shimmied them
down. He lay out a padded waterproof mat and indicated
for me to lie out, which I did. He got some oils and
lotions and, as if I was a baby, rubbed everything in
making sure I was well moisturized before applying the
powder. Once he was happy, and I was trying not to
giggle or be too embarrassed he fastened me into the
double-diapers, pulling at the tapes tightly to make
sure I was held in a diaper embrace. He then went and
collected a couple of pairs of rubber pants. He pushed
my feet into the air and fitted me into one of them. I
assumed the other was for him, but I was wrong. This
first pair was small and pulling them up to my waist
they gripped me and everything very tightly. He then
quickly slid the other pair over them, so I was very
bulky and snug. Well perhaps snug isn’t the correct word
but I certainly wasn’t going to be running anywhere
soon.
***
He stood back and gauged his
work before going to the closet and getting out a onesie
I hadn’t seen before. It was made of shiny nylon.
Actually, it was made from the same material auntie had
made the ‘special’ quilted diapers from, and it looked
very new and glossy. It was pink, Kenny’s favorite
color, with blue cuffs. He guided it over my head, fed
my arms through and fastened the pop studs between my
legs. I thought I looked like a very bulky shiny doll
but the look of happiness on Kenny’s face told me he
liked what he saw. He bent down and kissed me slightly
on the lips and pulled me to my feet.
“Do you like it?” His smile
told me even more. “You look fantastic.” He murmured.
I looked in the mirror and,
although at first, I wasn’t too sure, as Kenny stroked
his hand over the silky fabric and across my padded
bottom, I began to enjoy the attention and, if I was
honest, quite liked the reflection.
Kenny walked over to his
closet and said, “Right, your turn.” I looked a bit
quizzically at him. “You can use anything in here… you
just dress me as you’d like to see me.” And with that he
pulled off his briefs, and, ever tidy, placed them in
his wash basket, and stood naked waiting for me to make
my move.
*** tbc ***
Part 16
“Simon. Simon. SIMON.”
I felt a slight touch on my arm. “Are you OK?”
I looked at Kenny wondering
why he wasn’t naked. Then I looked down at myself and
wondered why I wasn’t in the quilted pink onesie. Why
were we still dressed?
I felt a strange chill run
down my spine as I realized it was when Kenny said that
he thought I looked really good in the rubber pants at
the lake and wondered if I liked them as well… I had
become transfixed.
I was gazing at the framed
photographs and that particular image of us at the lake,
looking both innocent and well-padded, had caught my
imagination and I hadn’t realized how intently I’d been
staring at it. Somehow, in just a few seconds, I’d
drifted off into my own fantasy and had created…
“I thought you’d gone quiet.”
Kenny interrupted my thoughts and had that all-knowing
smile. He picked up the frame. “You really like that
photo, don’t you? It’s my favourite as well. I think we
look fantastic together. Mommy always says she thought
we were the cutest people up at the lake.”
I was still slightly confused
by what had just happened. How could I go to such a real
place… that wasn’t real? I just didn’t understand what
my head was doing… had I seen the future?
“Do you have a pink onesie?”
I asked.
“Of course… don’t you
remember… you’ve worn it?”
“No… I mean a new one…” I was
getting a bit worried about myself, “made from the same
material that auntie made our quilted diapers from?”
“That sounds fantastic… but…
erm… no. Why do you ask?”
I then explained what I’d
just experienced, and he was spellbound by my little
story. His eyes lit up when I described him fitting me
with disposables and rubber pants. When I told him about
the shiny onesie, he sucked in a deep breath through his
teeth in appreciation of such a piece of clothing… and
of course he wanted one.
When I’d finished, he asked
if I’d had other such ‘daydreams’ and I began to tell
him about my crying when Adam was in distress, but
rather guiltily, changed the name to his. I still
worried that he’d be jealous if someone else was in my
dreams. I told him how I’d wet the bed and how auntie
had calmed me down with a thick diaper and rubber pants…
and the ‘daydream/nightmare’ had disappeared once I was
surrounded by that comforting hug.
Kenny took his cue and
immediately gave me a reassuring squeeze.
***
His mother knocked on the
door and quietly asked if we needed any help? “No thanks
mommy… we can do it ourselves.” He said as he looked
straight into my eyes.
“OK then, good night boys.”
We chorused a return good night. “Don’t stay up too long
and I’ll check on you when I come to bed.”
Now I was even more
confused... hadn’t that already happened? I was about to
say something to Kenny when he began to get undressed.
As he did so he turned to me just before he shrugged
down his shorts.
“Mmmm, shall we play
your game?” I looked at him wondering what he meant. “I
dress you for bed and you dress me.” He went to his
closet and opened it up and told me to use whatever I
liked.
The problem I have with Kenny
is - I like him in anything. That first time I saw him
on my first day of school when he was wearing his
uniform, he looked so, fantastic. In fact, in his
uniform, in his soccer kit, in his swimming trunks, in a
thick diaper and thick rubber pants, it made absolutely
no difference, it was Kenny and he always looked good.
However, a sudden thought crossed my mind: Why had I
worn the pink quilted onesie in my ‘fantasy’ when it was
supposed to be Kenny’s, and, I wondered, why had I
been crying when it was supposed to be Adam?
***
His shorts fell to the floor,
and he stepped out of them, folded them up and placed
them on a shelf in his closet. Now he was just in his
briefs, and I just wanted to tell him to stay as he was,
but I knew he liked to get padded for bed. When he’d
stayed over at my place, he loved the onesies but then I
remembered, it was auntie who had encouraged us what to
wear. We liked them but it wasn’t our choice, this time
I wanted him to know how I liked to see him.
He pulled off his briefs and,
as I anticipated, put them in the laundry basket. I
unfolded the plastic changing mat and set it out next to
his bed and told him to lie out. I grabbed the baby
lotion and powder and set to work moisturizing as much
of him as I thought I could get away with. He giggled
throughout the process and encouraged me to shake more
and more baby powder all over him. The dust cloud was
impressive, and he smelled like a little baby - we both
loved it. I then went to the closet and just grabbed
four items – a disposable diaper, two thick absorbing
pads and a pair of pink pop-sided plastic pants. This
was how I imagined Kenny was at his best; thickly padded
and with shiny plastic protection covering everything.
Once I’d prepared that area I went and found a little
pale blue t-shirt in his drawer and pulled it over his
head, fed his arms through and tugged it down so it just
reached the top of his diaper… he looked so sweet.
I’m sure he was expecting
more but, as I ran my hands constantly over the tight
glass-smooth material, enjoying the bulk and the
childish, excited, delighted look on his face, in my
mind at least, this was how my best friend should be
dressed when he went to bed.
“Perfect,” I smiled at him
and caressed the front of his straining plastic pants
“just perfect.”
***
In the months that I’d known
him he’d introduced me to a completely new way of
appreciating my own life. He may be only ten years-old
but knew in absolute certainty what he liked. He’d
initiated a love in me that, until I met him and
discovered his diapers, I didn’t have any clue about. It
was that feel of the plastic that had hit me first.
When, up on the playing fields and he’d shown me his
‘protection’, I loved the soft silky texture and
couldn’t get enough of just touching it. The fact that
it hid a diaper was a bonus and it intrigued me - Kenny
intrigued me.
He must have spotted
something in me as well otherwise why would we have
become friends, best friends? He told me once that none
of his other pals, over the years he’d had to wear
diapers to school, had ever wanted to wear them as well.
To identify with his circumstances, to understand it, to
try and make him feel better about it… but I had. Even
without being asked I’d just done it and for that, Kenny
said, he was eternally grateful; this was strange
because it was I who felt eternally grateful to him for
being my friend.
I lay down next to him but
carried on stroking his bulky, silky-smooth underwear as
I whispered a ‘Thank you’ in his ear. He opened his eyes
and gazed into mine and we huddled up close together. We
could have stayed like that forever, neither of us would
have minded, but Kenny remembered that his mom would
soon be coming in the check on us, so we’d better be in
bed by then.
***
He rolled on top of me and
again gave me a very gentle kiss on the lips before he
grabbed my shorts and playfully pulled them down. My
pull-ups were dragged off in the same movement before he
grabbed the nearby lotion. He squirted it all over and
began to frantically rub it in. There were loads of the
nicely smelling stuff, so he used both his hands to try
and get it to soak in by massaging it everywhere. This
action was tickling me, and his fingers were going all
over my body in a desperate attempted to spread the
lotion thinly enough for it to soak in and moisturize
everywhere.
There was just too much of it
to use on just my chest so, he scooped up as much as he
could and got me to turn over so he could rub it into my
back, my legs and my bum until, at last, the stuff had
soaked in enough for the next part of the procedure. He
was very thorough, making sure it was all well absorbed
and his hands smoothing the lotion on my bottom felt
really very nice. Once he was satisfied (and I’d got
over my squealing and giggling as his fingers delved and
tickled everywhere) he went to the closet and grabbed
the same items as I had retrieved, except I was going to
be in a blue pair of pop-sided plastic pants. He fitted
the absorbent pads inside the disposable and taped me
in. Then he slipped the plastic pants under my bum,
pulled the sides together and popped them shut. I was
now as tightly fitted as he was. Of course, he went and
got a pink t-shirt for me to wear and made sure I looked
like him.
Once we were both ready, he
said. “I really like it when we wear the same.” He
looked at me with those beautiful eyes. “We are like one
person - I am you and you are me. I’m so happy when
we’re together” His eyes went a bit misty as he added.
“It hurts when we’re apart.”
With Kenny looking at you
it’s difficult to think of anything else but I think I
did know what he meant. He ran his hand over my glossy
mound and suggested we get in to bed before his mom
came.
***
We lay facing each other in
the dark. I couldn’t really make out his features but of
course, my mind was happy to fill in the blank space;
his blond hair, his long eyelashes, his huge eyes and
constant smile, I didn’t need any light to see all that.
We chatted a bit to begin with but eventually the
silence between our exchanges were getting longer. I was
even enjoying those gaps and had already pictured Kenny
with his thumb in his mouth, dozing and looking angelic.
We were lying on our backs
in his garden looking at the sky and pointing out the
shapes the clouds were making. I had my head resting on
his soft padded diaper and I was just telling him about
what I thought was a cat chasing a mouse when we were
joined by two others. Both were only wearing cloth
diapers pinned at the front with a huge pin; one was
blue the other one had pink. I didn’t recognise them as
they both were kids our age but babies. They looked and
acted like babies; each had a pacifier in their mouths
so didn’t say anything, but Kenny knew them.
“Hello mommy and daddy…
have you come to play with us?”
This was stupid. How could
they be his mommy and daddy, but they waved to him and
settled down on the ground next to us. His ‘mommy’ had
her head on my diaper, his ‘daddy’ had his head on hers
and Kenny now had his head resting on his ‘father’s’. We
were all searching the clouds for ‘images’ but there
were no words just excited pointing, gurgling, cooing
and sucking on the pacifiers, which we all had.
A strange dark shadow
passed between the clouds and the sun and suddenly we
all got a bit scared. The shadow got nearer, and we
panicked as we tried to run for shelter… except we could
only crawl. The diapered bottoms of Kenny’s ‘mommy and
daddy’ led the way, followed by Kenny, whose huge
plastic bottom had me close behind. However, I turned to
see what the shadow was and when I turned back the
others had reached safety and I was alone, in the
garden, and something was swooping down. I kicked out
and screamed as an enormous pterodactyl screeched past
me. I tried to fend it off, but my arms were somehow
trapped and all I could do was cry as it came in for the
kill - its huge mouth wide open, row upon row of sharp
teeth and slime oozing from its jaw.
***
“Simon. Simon. SIMON.”
I felt the huge bird’s beak bite into my shoulder…
“Wake up Simon…” I felt the
pressure again only this time I heard words… I was
saved… I was…
“C’mon Simon… you’re having a
nightmare…” and I could feel the rocking of a hand on my
shoulder gently stirring me from my deep sleep.
I was lying on my stomach and
somehow, I’d managed to trap my hands under me. I could
still hear that I was whimpering but that soft shaking
of my shoulder was quickly returning me from the jaws
of, whatever it was, and awake.
“Are you OK?” The look of
concern on both Kenny’s and his mommy’s face told me I’d
been making quite a bit of a disturbance. I was still
feeling a bit groggy when Mrs Morrison came and sat on
the bed next to me and stroked my brow.
“Well young man, you appear
to have had a terrible nightmare.” I noticed that Kenny
was looking really worried standing next to her in his
thick plastic armor.
My whimpering had stopped,
and I felt silly as she continued to stroke my brow.
“Sorry Mrs Morrison…”
“It’s OK Simon don’t worry…
you’re safe now.”
“I was trying to save you
from being attacked.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“Me?”
“Well not just you. Kenny and
Mr Morrison… except… erm…” I wasn’t sure if I should
tell her about us all being babies. “Erm… it was a huge
dinosaur… with big teeth and… and… it was attacking us.”
I was still a bit panicky. My
body was soaked with sweat, my pounding heart had just
about begun to slow down, and suddenly wondered if I’d
done worse in my diaper.
***
It was as if Mrs Morrison had
noticed my eyes casting a quick look to my diaper and
had divined the same possibility. Without asking she
said that she’d just check to make sure there was no
further ‘damage’ and popped the studs on my plastic
pants. She didn’t seem in the least bit phased by the
bulkiness of it all but her exploring fingers down the
front found that there had been other consequences to my
nightmare.
She took charge and as Kenny
looked on, she had me stripped, wiped, powdered and back
in clean disposables in a matter of seconds. She fitted
the blue plastic pants back into place and changed my
soaked t-shirt for another.
“OK boys, back to bed.” Kenny
slid in next to me.
“Sorry Kenny.” I whispered.
“It’s OK… I’ve never actually
been kicked out of my own bed before,” and he gave me
that wonderful, conspirator smile of his. “I’m sure I
would have been eaten alive if you’d not
kicked me to safety.” We both were hugging and giggling
now.
***
I told him about the
nightmare and about the appearance of his mommy and
daddy as babies - he was fascinated by this idea. I
explained that they never spoke a word just gurgled and
pointed but that we understood everything that was being
‘said’. I explained that it was he who called them
‘mommy and daddy’ so that was the only way I knew who
they were because, in reality, they didn’t look like any
kids I actually knew.
We discussed this and many
other questions my nightmare (and past dreams) might
mean, or not. We didn’t get very far as we were both
quite tired and soon, we dropped off to sleep. This time
Kenny was hugging me tightly and our plastic pants were
crammed up close to each other… it felt nice and safe.
Thankfully, there were no
more dramas during the night and we both woke up dry.
Kenny was going through one of his arid patches, whilst
I appeared to be getting worse, though I didn’t want to
say anything.
***
Before breakfast we went to
the bathroom to get washed and ready for the day. Kenny
went first and when I returned, he was already dressed
in his dinosaur onesie. He roared as I walked in, and I
pretended to be scared. For a couple of minutes, he was
growling and stomping around his room as if he was a
T-Rex trying to catch me. My towel fell down, and he
scooped it up and pretended to eat it while I was left
naked and cowering behind his bed.
My nakedness didn’t last too
long as I noticed that he’d spread out a couple of
pull-ups on the bed, which I realized were for me. I
grabbed them and slipped them on as he slowly clawed his
way towards the trembling figure who was squealing for
some hero to come and save him/me.
More confident now I was
padded I rushed to the closet where he’d hung up my
onesie. As the lumbering dinosaur slowly advanced, I
quickly slipped into my white outfit, zipped it up and,
remembering a comment that Kenny had made in the past,
told the dreaded T-Rex that he’d now have to deal with ‘Monster
Easter Bunny’ - the most awesome and scary bunny in
the world.
This stopped him in his
tracks and burst into fits of giggles as I tried to make
my white bunny onesie look fearsome, it didn’t work and
pretty soon we were both rolling around on his bed
laughing our heads off.
***
For the rest of the day this
is how we were dressed. Mrs Morrison had said that we
could play in the summer house if we wanted or in the
basement or we could help her as she was going to spend
the morning baking. I always liked helping my mom bake
and, when I saw Kenny’s eyes light up at the prospect, I
knew we were going to get some delicious, freshly made
cookies later in the day.
Mrs Morrison wanted a
photograph of us together in our onesies – the dinosaur
and the bunny, she thought we looked a strange but
‘magical’ (her words) couple as we set about mixing the
various ingredients. We also started to come up with
names for our product; Dinocookies, Bunnibiscuits,
Monstermunchers etc. but we soon tired of that game as
we gave our full attention to making a range of crumbly
delights.
Once they were baking in the
oven Kenny had an idea that we should create our own
story based on a dinosaur and a rabbit. We’d already
acted out part of the tale in his bedroom so I was given
the job of writing it, while he would add the drawings.
This engrossed us more than
we thought, and we only stopped our creative process
when his mommy arrived with a fresh batch of newly baked
cookies and glasses of milk. This fuelled our
imagination and soon we were having the two beasts
stopping in the middle of their battle for a cookie
break before resuming what appeared to be… world
destruction.
***
The weather had been cold and
cloudy with the promise of rain, so we’d been happy to
play indoors. Once we’d finished the story, and the milk
and cookies, we went down to the basement to play some
games there. I looked at Mr Morrison’s gym equipment and
thought how much I’d like to have seen him doing a
workout. Kenny had said that he used it occasionally and
I immediately imagined him and his daddy powering away
and sweating from the effort. I was amazed at how easily
the image came into my mind except, and this was getting
to be a theme, both were only wearing pull-ups to work
out in. I’d seen Kenny in them on many occasions but
didn’t understand why I would think of his father in
such an item. Still, in my head at least, he looked
fantastic as the two of them continued with their
training program.
I needed to pee and although
I was wearing a couple of pairs of pull-ups, I didn’t
really want to use them. I asked Kenny if I could use
the bathroom in the corner and he seemed disappointed I
didn’t want to use my double protection. I felt guilty
but told him that I didn’t want to spend the rest of the
day being wet. He suddenly had an idea.
“I’ll change you.” He smiled
that terrific smile as if he’d solved a huge problem.
“In fact,” I could see he had a further idea, “why don’t
we do it together. Why not wet at the same time.”
He was overjoyed at the
thought and, as he put his arm around my shoulders he
whispered some naughty encouragement in my ear. Despite
my reservations Kenny could get me to do anything and
pretty soon I closed my eyes, as if in denial, but found
myself letting go… he did the same.
***
I seemed to be peeing for
ages and suddenly realized that the pull-ups were not
absorbent enough to cope with the amount I had to get
rid of. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a yellow
stain appearing on the front of my white onesie (so much
for the fearsome Monster Bunny) and I felt ashamed. I
also felt stupid and childish but Kenny, who didn’t
appear to show any tell-tale signs on his onesie, smiled
and said that he’d soon sort me out.
He rushed to his room and
returned with a pile of stuff. First, he suggested I
strip and lie out on the floor. Thankfully the basement
was quite warm so being naked wasn’t a trial. However,
he decided he should help me remove everything and
seemed to take a great deal of time and trouble
unzipping me from the onesie. Once that was off, he
turned his attention to my soaked and sagging pull-ups
and slowly inched them down my legs. Soon I was naked.
He wiped me down with a towel and, once I was dry,
sprinkled powder all over me. He was taking his time but
appeared to be very thorough rubbing it in, making sure
that no area was left without a coating of that sweet
smelling powder.
His mommy suddenly appeared
at the top of the basement stairs and shouted down.
“What are you boys up to?”
I froze.
*** tbc ***
Part 17
Although Mrs Morrison had
seen me naked and changed me on several occasions and
Kenny had done the same, I wasn’t too sure if it was
acceptable for her to see that we did this together. I
was nervous and unsure as to whether she might see this
as something best friends should not do to one and
other.
“I’m changing Simon…” he
replied without missing a beat, as if it was the most
natural thing in the world to do, “he’s had a bit of an
accident in his onesie.”
As Mrs Morrison came down the
stairs, I tried to cover my naked awkwardness with my
hand, but Kenny said it was getting in the way as he
folded a thick diaper under my bottom. I could see her
getting closer and then I noticed a smile on her face.
“Does your onesie need a wash
Simon? I was red in the face, and it felt like my entire
body was flushing a bright pink with embarrassment but I
suppose the lotion and the baby powder hid the tell-tale
glow. I nodded as Kenny pulled the diaper tight around
my waist and pinned me in.
He stood up, “Oh mommy,” he
said as he unzipped his own dinosaur skin, “can you
please do mine as well?”
She took it and ruffled his
fine blond hair. “No more monsters versus super-bunnies
for today then?”
“No, we’ll find another game
to play…” He continued to make sure the diaper fitted me
well but left unsaid exactly what that game would be.
As she climbed back up the
stairs to do her latest batch of washing, she appeared
not to notice that he was standing in his own soaked
pull-ups.
***
I watched as she went up the
stairs, slightly relieved that she hadn’t said anything
but at the top she turned, looked at me and spoke. “Will
you take care of Kenny, or do you want me to?”
Kenny was sorting through the
pile of items that he’d brought down to the basement. I
looked across at him and thought the whole idea of this
weekend was that we’d do things together and suddenly
realized that it was OK to look after my friend anyway
that was needed.
“No, it’s OK Mrs Morrison…
I’ll sort him out.” I smiled to myself suddenly
comprehending I had this unwritten, but totally
acceptable, permission by the family to look after their
son as they did. Such a revelation made me very happy
and I wriggled in my nice, clean, thick diaper and felt
even more warm and fuzzy towards the Morrisons.
***
Kenny returned and presented
several different options for me to wear but I suggested
that before we start our new game of ‘dressing-up’, it
might be a good idea for me to get him out of his wet
pull-ups and into something clean and fresh like I was
wearing. He said he was in no rush to change as he quite
liked the full and damp feeling, but I stated in no
uncertain terms that I didn’t want him to get a diaper
rash and be uncomfortable. So, as it was something I
wanted, he let me go to it.
There is no doubt that the
sensation of having a thick diaper between your legs and
tightly pinned in place is very comforting. I know that
there are many (Jake I’m sure being one of them) who
wouldn’t see it that way but, I’d be happy just to wear
nothing but that all day. I liked it even more when I’d
got Kenny all cleaned up and wrapped up in a nice thick
terry diaper and nothing else, it made me feel we were
starting our childhood together all over again and
wearing only our diapers… I liked that.
***
When I was laid out on the
floor being changed, I’d seen a ping pong ball lying
under the sofa so suggested a game of table tennis. We
hadn’t played much because we’d lost the ball but now
I’d found it, we started our match. Running around in
just our diapers was fun and even though they were
pinned into position fairly tightly, they kept slipping
down a bit with our efforts. He was loads better than I
was and beat me very easily, so I suggested that on the
next match we play he had to have some kind of handicap.
I put on a pair of tight-fitting rubber pants, which I
hoped would hold up my diaper better, whilst I altered
the pins on his diaper, so they were a lot looser. We
were both laughing as he served and had to quickly tug
up his falling diaper, so he ended up playing the entire
game one-handed, trying to hold it in place. In the last
few points he let it slip, kicked it to the side and
finished the game naked… he still won.
***
First thing I did was put him
in a disposable and once I was happy with that checked
on what else was on offer. Of course, I should have
known that the clothes that auntie had made for us both
were there and I could tell that he was keen to wear
them again. I slipped my green quilted diaper cover on
him and pulled the Velcro tight. He looked fine just
like that but I finished dressing him in the green shirt
and shorts. I’m sure, if we’d had it (and it hadn’t been
a dream), he’d have liked to see me in the pink quilted
onesie, however, there were his pink clothes, and I
think we both wanted to see me in all of those.
There’s no doubt about it, we
did look like a couple of toddlers ready for a special
event but the fact that we saw our outfits as
complimentary, made us feel, joyful. Again, Kenny and I
had this special intuition between us and often things
weren’t said, just sort of understood. It was a lot
later than I thought and I heard auntie, who’d arrived
to take me home, at the door.
“Simon, your auntie’s here.”
Mrs Morrison called down the stairs. “No rush, but just
make sure you have everything.”
We emerged from the basement
and I think auntie was shocked but delighted to see us
dressed in her creations. Both she and Mrs Morrison were
all smiles of approval, and both thought we looked
‘special’, and, as the ladies made a fuss, we felt
‘special’.
***
“Oh, you two look adorable.”
Mrs Morrison said and insisted on taking a photo of us
with her cell phone.
Once again Kenny’s mommy was
very complimentary about what auntie had done and asked
if she did it for a living. On finding out she only did
it for fun, and for her family, she was astounded that
such creativity was not available to everyone. She
believed auntie would have loads of customers if she
ever decided to set up in business. I think this pleased
auntie, who was sat at the kitchen table with a cup of
coffee and some of the cookies that we’d baked earlier
and appeared to be blushing slightly under such praise.
Meanwhile, as they talked, we
returned to Kenny’s room to get my things together. I
wondered about my white onesie, but he said that if it
wasn’t dry, he’d bring it into school in the morning. As
I was packing, I noticed our reflection in the mirror;
two young lads, in matching shirt and shorts, one dark
and one blond and an electrify thrill ran down my spine
as I just wanted everything to stay the same. Me and
Kenny, together, wearing our ‘special’ outfits, padded
and unbelievably happy - I didn’t think it could get any
better. He meant the world to me, and I hoped I meant
the same to him, and, from the sweet kiss he gave me
before we headed to the kitchen, I guess I did.
***
After exchanging phone
numbers Mrs Morrison sent the photo of us together
direct to auntie, which seemed like the cue to leave.
Under my pink shorts I was wearing the thick diaper and
pink quilted cover that belonged to Kenny, whilst he was
wearing my things, and it just seemed right. Mrs
Morrison gave me a bag with some of my homemade cookies
(and I suspect some of hers and Kenny’s) and a plastic
bag which contained my onesie (she said it was still
slightly damp that’s why she’d wrapped it separately).
As we had to collect Jake on
the way home, and we were already running late, I hugged
Mrs Morrison my thanks for such an entertaining weekend.
The awareness of my Kenny inspired, bulky protection,
squeezing me back felt fantastic, which of course she
patted several times before she released me from her
embrace. Before I clambered into auntie’s car Kenny gave
me a last hug and said he’d see me in class in the
morning. He also giving my bum a final pat and whispered
how much he’d loved playing with ‘Monster Easter Bunny’
and couldn’t wait to have more adventures with him.
***
When we arrived, Jake was
waiting at the gate with Adam and I was suddenly struck
by the possibility of those two having the same kind of
relationship Kenny and I had. They did look fantastic
together and if by choice or by accident they both
appeared to be wearing complimentary outfits. As we got
closer, I realized that the ‘complimentary’ outfits were
the same, they were supporting the same soccer team so
of course they wore matching jerseys. I felt silly for
letting my imagination run wild and strangely got very
protective of what Kenny and I had and didn’t want to
share that ‘special’ closeness… even with my brother and
Adam.
This feeling quickly passed
as Jake demanded to sit in the front passenger seat on
the way home (it was his turn to ride shotgun) and I had
to get out and get in the back, though not before I’d
said ‘Hello’ to Adam and, acknowledging the soccer kit,
asked him who won. He shyly said that they were on the
same side but that their team had scored ten, Jake
having scored six of them. He didn’t say what his
contribution was but that bashful look down and finding
interest in his trainers was a very winning aspect. He
did look gorgeous, but I noticed that there was no
hugging, and certainly no kissing or patting of bums, as
Jake said his farewell, climbed into his seat and, with
a little wave, we set off home.
***
I couldn’t wait to show
everybody the fabulous DVD that Mrs Morrison had made of
our weekend at the lake and hoped that they would be as
proud as I was of her fantastic commentary. They all
loved it and the sighs as mom and auntie saw each
photograph of Kenny and I together made me feel proud.
There was even a more audible, emotional sound when the
image of us in our thick rubber pants appeared on the
screen but Jake just asked why we wearing ‘space pants’?
I jokingly told him that they were special pajamas boys
had to wear at the lake in case they sleepwalked and
fell in. That made mom and auntie laugh, although I
could tell that Jake wasn’t too sure but as we were
quickly on to a different image of the boy scouts, his
questions turned to be about them.
We laughed at Mrs Morrison’s
very funny script and auntie said that it was lovely
that people had such talent. Mom agreed and we all
watched the DVD a second time. The scenery was
breath-taking, and we all agreed that at the earliest
opportunity we should all go up to the lake on our next
break, perhaps spending more than just a weekend there.
Jake wanted to go to the scout’s jamboree, but I told
him I didn’t think that it was on all the time, or the
fireworks but that I’m sure we’d have a brilliant time
no matter.
When we’d finished it was
time for bed and I took the DVD back to my room. My
thoughts were really about Kenny and me in our thick
rubber protection and just how much I’d enjoyed that
particular experience. That night I slept in a couple of
pairs of pull-ups covered with a pair of plastic pants
and they were topped by the rubber ones I had in my
collection. It was huge but it didn’t feel the same and
I wondered if it was because of the company and the
closeness that Kenny and I had enjoyed.
***
However, that week I only
wore briefs to school because Kenny was dry and didn’t
feel the need to pad up anymore. He did say that he
occasionally put on pull-ups or a diaper to sleep in
because he found it comforting, so of course, I did the
same. Mind you, these days I would have done that anyway
as I’d found that I felt the same when I was getting
ready for bed… that padding, even slight padding, made
me feel safe and secure… and close to Kenny.
One night, as he was playing
on the Xbox, Jake fell asleep on my bed. He’d got
himself half ready as he was only wearing his little
Thomas the Tank Engine briefs but the game must have
dragged him in and he just couldn’t stop trying for
those extra levels. Unfortunately, this little gamer had
been too tired and just fell asleep. I didn’t want to
disturb him as he looked so peaceful but, feeling a bit
naughty, I slipped him into a pair of pull-ups like I
was wearing. After all, both Kenny and I found them nice
to sleep in. He hardly noticed what was going on, just
twitching slightly as I maneuvered him into position,
and I happily pulled the blanket over us both and dozed
off hugging his warm, slightly padded, bottom.
In the morning, I was up and
in the bathroom first and had really forgotten all about
what I’d done when a bleary-eyed Jake wandered in. He
suddenly realized what he was wearing and, having no
idea I’d put them on him, wondered how and why he was
wearing pull-ups. I pretended not to notice but I could
tell he was more than a little confused but didn’t know
who to ask about it. He knew he’d slept in my bed but
didn’t know whether it was me, mom or auntie who’d added
that finishing padded touch… or why… had he wet himself?
Eventually, I explained,
rather deviously I thought, that he’d fallen asleep, but
I’d notice the empty glass, which I assumed he’d drunk,
and as a precaution against ‘aaaccidents’ (I
stressed the word) had slipped the pants on because he
looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake him and make
him return to his own room.
***
Although he seemed to accept
my explanation, when I thought about what I’d done I saw
that there may have been another factor to my actions. I
had seen Adam and Jake together and thought of them as a
younger version of Kenny and myself… and… as I’d already
seen Adam wearing a diaper (and being fascinated by
others who did) I wondered if I was doing it to help the
friendship between him and my brother. After all, hadn’t
Kenny said that it was that very action of me wearing a
diaper in sympathy with him that had led to us becoming
best friends?
Once I thought a bit more, I
realized that I didn’t know whether Jake was even aware
of Adam’s wetting problem and even if he did whether
he’d be the type of friend to show such understanding.
No, the truth of the matter was I just wanted to see my
growing younger brother wearing pull-ups as I doubted
very much if I’d ever get him into any kind of diaper.
He may have gotten used to me wearing them about the
house, to school or under my pjs but I doubted he had
any inclination towards that at all. However, I noticed
that he hadn’t ripped them off in disgust and that,
after washing, he was still wearing them as he padded
back to his own room to get ready for school.
Nonetheless, as we sat down
for breakfast, I could tell that he wasn’t wearing them
anymore and, for some silly reason, it saddened me. I
had obviously hoped that I would kindle some kind of
desire in him for diapers and such things, but he wasn’t
interested.
***
Mom seemed to be flying back
and forth to her head office more and more and, although
auntie was staying with us, I began to wonder if the
decision to stay in Oakland had been the right one. We
were seeing less and less of her, and it appeared to be
getting her down a bit, even though she was trying hard
not to show it. I was alarmed when, with a break from
school coming up, Mom announced that we’d all be
spending part of our vacation in the capital. Again, I
began to worry and, as a result, my nighttime wetting
got worse. I asked mom if this ‘trip’ was just that or
were we all scouting for a new place to live and go to
school. Although she denied it, I wasn’t convinced by
her answer and her pleading eyes told me there was
something else going on… or at least I thought so.
Mom was tired so I didn’t
press the point although I did sort of suggest that we,
meaning Jake and me, thought we’d be going up to the
lake this time, but she just shook her head and with a
half-smile ruffled my hair and said “Another time”.
That night I had a nightmare
where I was stranded alone in an empty space. I was
calling out names, but nobody answered or came to help
and I was scared because the place was so strange. I was
furtively creeping about and kept standing in pools of
water but didn’t know where they were springing from.
The room was getting darker and more ominous and there
were unexpected noises that made me shudder. My
feet were splashing with each step when suddenly I was
grabbed from behind, something was wrapped around my
throat and I began to choke.
***
I woke up gasping for air as
I’d somehow got caught up in my sheet. I was shaking in
fear as I untangled myself and turned on the bedside
light. Good heavens, my bed was in a right state with
the sheet, blanket and pillows thrown all over the place
and I could tell that I really had wet my bed pretty
badly… perhaps the splashing in puddles had been a
warning. I sat on the edge of the bed still trembling in
my soaked pull-ups trying to calm myself before
continuing. I wasn’t sure what to do.
No one came. Part of me was
sad about that as I really could have done with some
comforting and a hug from mom would have been
reassuring. However, I was pleased that on this occasion
at least I hadn’t made too much noise and woken up the
house due to my night terrors. Eventually I got up and
stripped the bed. I was glad of the waterproof sheet
that mom had covered my mattress in after my last
accident so wiping up the excess puddles with a towel
was easy. The pull-ups sagged and working in them was a
strange experience because they were still warm.
Eventually, once the bed was
stripped and as dry as I could make it, I shrugged my
soggy pants down, wiped myself dry and applied some
lotion before finishing off with a generous sprinkling
of powder. I realized this wasn’t a time for minor
changes (I was afraid it might happen again), so, I got
out the thickest diaper I had and, with some difficulty,
pinned myself in. I sorted through my closet and found a
thick pair of rubber pants and pulled them over the
enormous mound… but at least I felt protected. I pulled
on a clean t-shirt, found my sleeping bag, spread it out
on my water-proofed bed and zipped myself in. I’d sort
everything else out in the morning.
*** tbc ***
Part 18
Although the days that
followed hung heavy on my shoulders, it was the nights
that were worse. Nearly every morning I’d wake up
absolutely sodden. Sometimes I’d remember that I’d had a
terrible dream but quite often I didn’t remember
anything… and that worried me. I’d slipped into wetting
the bed so easily that I thought I must have a problem.
Mom wasn’t around much so it
was left to auntie to deal with my ‘problem’, but I
think she accepted that it was all down to the stress
and upset I’d given myself worrying about the upcoming
trip and my absolute conviction that we were about to
move. I’d not told Jake about my fears as I didn’t want
to get him all worked up again, and dear auntie couldn’t
put my mind at rest so, as a result, my pajamas and
diapers took the full impact of my anxieties.
Even though I tried to hide
what was happening from everyone auntie had seen my
predicament growing and had done her best to keep its
effects to a minimum. She asked me if I needed help but
I thought this was something I had to do myself. Every
night I made sure I was well-diapered and wearing my
plastic pants and, in the morning, with mom away in the
capital, it was auntie who took away and washed the
soaked material.
A couple of times I’d arrived
home and to my horror had seen the freshly laundered
cloth diapers hanging out in the back garden along with
my plastic pants. I didn’t want Jake to see them and
start asking questions, so mentioned my concerns to
auntie who agreed to have everything dried and stored
away before we both got back from school. Unfortunately,
sometimes she’d been busy and had forgotten so, as we
entered through the front door, she would make a sudden
bolt out the back to bring it all in.
***
It was strange that during
the day at school I was fine, and like Kenny, had taken
to wearing my briefs under my shorts and no other
protection. We appeared to have no problem in that area
though, come the night, I was still unhappy about what
was going on at home and told him about my soaked
diapers. I voiced my concerns to him that, despite mom
only recently saying we weren’t going to move, I was
anxious that we might have to. Kenny, lovely Kenny,
looked me straight in the eyes and spoke.
“Do you miss your mommy?”
“Erm, well, yes, of course I
do.” I mumbled back wondering how he could ask such a
question.
“Do you think Jake does as
well?”
“Yes.” I wondered where he
was going with this.
“Well… just think how much
your mommy is missing you and Jake.” He looked at me to
see I understood. “Twice as much.”
“But” I sort of pleaded, “I
don’t want to go somewhere else. I want to be here… with
you.”
Kenny held my shoulders and
looked me in the eye. “Do you think you mommy wants to
go?”
When he gets this solemn, I
find it difficult to hold his gaze because I know he’s
pointing out something I have selfishly ignored. “No… I
suppose not.”
“I think your mommy is doing
her best to stay but, she has to work and if that work
is elsewhere, she has to go.”
I knew all this. I wanted him
to… I don’t know… tell me I was right and that... er… if
the worst came to the worst I could go and live with him
and … and… I ended up just sighing.
***
Kenny also had news for me.
During the coming vacation he and his parents were
flying to Scotland to see his grandparents… on his
father’s side. He was very excited about meeting them as
apart from speaking on the phone, he’d only met them
when he was a baby and didn’t remember the occasion. He
showed me some photographs of boys over there who wore
plaid skirts, but he said they were tartan kilts, and it
was the national costume. I vaguely remembered this fact
from some old movie but it hadn’t sunk in.
He produced another photo of
a young man, in his teens, who was very striking wearing
only his kilt and boots, his chest was naked and pale
but had a dark patch of hair… then Kenny nudged me and
asked if I knew who it was. I had no idea but the smile
and conspiratorial way he was looking at me suggested
that I should, so I stared harder.
“Is that… erm… is that your
daddy?”
My stunned recognition
produced a huge smile that spread across his face and he
burst into giggles.
“Yes, it is. He was 15 at the
time. Doesn’t he look handsome?”
Although at first I thought
it looked bizarre, I had to confess there was something
very manly about the image. He showed me more photos of
men in kilts and apparently, in the army there, they all
wear them. They looked fantastic and I told him he had
to get a photo of him wearing one for me.
***
My upcoming trip to the
capital was almost forgotten as we talked about Scotland
and what he expected to see when he got there. His
grandparents live just outside Edinburgh (which Kenny
said is pronounced - Edin-bro) and there are historical
castles and parades and mountains and lochs (again he
said it was pronounced – locks) … ooh and bagpipes,
which we both had a good laugh about. He was very
excited about the flight, as he said that they’d be in
the air for over ten hours and that apparently, they
show movies and serve food and stuff. Yes, he was very
excited and he said that the only thing that would have
made it even better was… if I was there with him.
Kenny has the habit of saying
the most wonderful things just at the right time and not
for the first time (and I doubted it would be the last)
I was so grateful that he was my friend.
I asked him if his daddy
still had his kilt and he said he did but it was back in
Scotland, though he doubted that he’d get into it these
days. Apparently, they are quite expensive to buy so you
never get rid of them… you pass them on to the next
generation.
“Oh, so you might have a kilt
to wear when you get there,” I enquired.
“S’pose so,” his eyes lit up,
“let’s hope so and then I can get that photograph for
you.”
When not in class we spent a
great deal of time discussing Scotland and what the
family planned on doing on their trip. There was hardly
a break went by without he didn’t come up with another
piece of information about the place or something he
hoped to do once he arrived.
“We’ll be going to Lock Ness
to see the monster... hopefully.” He said excitedly.
I’d had enough of scary
monsters in my nightmares so was happy not to be on the
adventure.
***
Because Kenny was going to be
in another country, oddly, my trip to the capital didn’t
seem as worrying as I was imagining. However, one night
as I lay in bed I was suddenly engulfed with ‘thoughts
and what ifs’, which had me panicking. What if they
decide to stay there? What if he finds a new best
friend? Or worse still, what if the plane crashes?
Suddenly I was terrified I might not see him again and I
was sobbing loudly when auntie came in to see what the
problem was.
She hushed and shushed and
calmed me down as I lay there unsure of why I’d let my
thoughts get so out of hand. Auntie’s reassuring
influence was a great help and I was surprised when she
asked if I’d wet myself because I quickly realized that
I had. Until auntie had asked, I was totally unaware of
what I’d done but, as usual, once she knew of the
situation auntie was quickly on it. My pajamas were off,
as were the plastic pants and pull-ups and I was wiped,
powdered and thickly re-diapered in record time. She
went to my closet and pulled out the pink quilted diaper
cover that I had now inherited from Kenny (as he had
done mine) and pulled it into place.
“No matter where you go… or
Kenny goes,” she said as she eased up my pajamas, “you
two will always be together.” She touched her heart
briefly. “You boys will always be connected.”
Her words were very
comforting and slipped into a deep sleep reassured that
all would be well.
***
The week building up to
recess was full of daily tests and like the rest of the
school I had to work hard to keep up. Jake was
constantly asking me questions, which, as the older
brother I was expected to know the answers to. I tried
to help him as best as I could and as I studied, he
would sit on my bed and we’d work together.
One night, when I thought
he’d already gone to bed, I was changing myself and he
walked in as I was slipping a pair of thick rubber pants
over my thick nighttime diaper. Again, I was caught
off-guard and about to shout at him when he said.
“Are you OK?” He came over
and put his arm on my shoulder. He was wearing his
favourite shorty pajamas that auntie had made for him.
The look of concern quickly dispelled my anger, and I
felt tears begin to well up.
I put my hand on his. “Just
really…” I wasn’t sure what to say, “worried about…
stuff… the tests…”
I wanted to say ‘and our
visit to the capital’ but it was him who said it. “Yer…
and mom looks really tired from all her trips… I bet she
wishes we could move to save all that travelling.”
He pulled slightly away from
me and then added some words I never thought I’d hear
from him. “It would stop you being so stressed as well.”
As he said this, he glanced
at my thick padding, “You’ve been having a pretty awful
time of it yourself.”
He patted the front of my
rubber pants, and, at the same moment, I was surprised
to feel a huge weight lift from my shoulders. Jake has
never been stupid or slow and I was ashamed that I had
assumed he had no idea what was happening when in fact
he knew but had said nothing so as not to embarrass me.
At that moment I loved my little brother and almost
squeezed him too tightly showing my appreciation.
***
“I miss having mom around. I
love auntie being with us, but I want mom. I want to be
with mom.” Jake had put into words much of how I was
feeling.
We lay in my bed together
talking about what we thought might happen. Like me, he
had also decided that this trip to the capital was for
us to check things out. He told me how he didn’t want to
leave his friends, but he wanted mom around more. And,
in a very grown-up assessment said that we’d moved once
and that was great, so who was to say another move
wouldn’t also be good?
I was quite pleased with how
Jake had taken on the mantle of the older, wiser, clever
(my addition) brother and had come to such conclusions.
Like Kenny had done, he made me think and perhaps,
instead of fighting or worrying about what might happen,
I should just go along with it and be positive. I
thought Kenny would be proud of me… but then I thought
more of Kenny, and I knew it was because of him I didn’t
want to move.
“If we did move,” Jake
continued, “You’d miss Kenny a lot wouldn’t you?”
It was if he was reading my
mind. “Just think how cool it would be to show him
around the capital on school breaks.” He was smiling to
himself as if he’d come up with a really clever plan.
“You could become a tour guide.”
He was babbling now, well I
thought he was and I just wanted to sleep so, I pulled
the cover over us both, hugged him tightly, kissed the
back of his head and told him to shut up. He made no
move to leave and go to his own room… and I was very
grateful to have my brother to cuddle all through the
night.
***
The following day was
amazing. I woke up dry (and still snuggling my brother),
mom had returned overnight, and I breezed through the
school tests. Even Kenny commented on how much more
relaxed I looked and I happily grinned knowing how right
he was.
Now I didn’t feel guilty I
could talk about going to the capital with the same
interest that Kenny had shown for Scotland (except
without the kilts) and actually started reading more
about the place and making plans to what I’d like to
see. Kenny helped, suggesting places he’d love to visit,
places he’d heard his mommy and daddy talk about and
things he’d found of interest online. Even our teacher,
Miss Barlow, heard about both our trips and had set us
the task of being ‘roving reporters’ so on our return we
could tell the class all about our ‘exciting experience’
(her words).
We were both so pleased with
our new titles that our thoughts moved to becoming
junior journalists on the town’s paper. The fact that in
a very short time we’d gone from wanting to be Boy
Scouts, pilots and a host of other things (and done
nothing about any of them) didn’t matter because… our
teacher had said we were to be ‘reporters’. We spent a
couple of lunchtimes practicing reading the news on a
pretend TV news programme. We kept saying something, and
like they did on the real news, we handed over to each
other for the next item.
“Coming up - Kenny Morrison
and Simon Hudson bring you the latest news, sport and
weather.” We’d shuffle some imaginary papers, look at
each other and fall into hysterics.
***
We spent the last day at
school making promises and hugging one and other. Kenny
was actually going to be flying out early the Saturday
morning and we were flying to the capital Saturday
afternoon. He said he was excited but also worried about
his first flight although his daddy had tried his best
to allay any fears. However, he did say he feared having
to use the bathroom so his mommy had told him not to
worry as she would get him well-padded before the trip
and he could do whatever he wanted, when he wanted. This
seemed a great idea and I suggested to mom that it might
be a good idea for me to be protected in a similar way
prior to our departure.
She wasn’t keen and kept
insisting that we’d only be in the air for a few hours,
but I was resolute that I didn’t want to embarrass
myself on my first flight. She pointed out that Jake
wasn’t going to be wearing a diaper and plastic pants so
didn’t see why I should but as I said I’d do it myself
the conversation ended with her wearily shrugging her
shoulders.
Auntie whispered that she’d
get me ready to make sure I didn’t look too padded and
that she’d also been busy and had made special new
outfits for Jake and me to wear during our visit
***
On the day of the flight, we
actually found out she’d made several. We had blue
hoodies and jogging pants (mine with an ‘S’ and Jake’s
with a ‘J’ on the front), because she said that the
capital can get cool this time of year, and sets of
shorts, shirts and t-shirts that looked fantastic for
during the day.
I’d had a shower and just
about to get ready for the flight when auntie came in to
supervise. I didn’t need her but the fact that she’d
gone to so much trouble made me happy to let her get
involved. As I sat on the bed wrapped in a towel she
went to the closet and pulled out a thick, terry diaper.
She oiled and powdered me and fastened it in place,
then, as a surprise, she fished from her bag another
‘special’ quilted diaper cover in purple. My eyes lit up
in delight and auntie said that it was ‘royal’ purple
for her little prince. She tugged it into place and got
me to stand up and see how it looked and felt. It was
awesome.
She suggested that I travel
in the hoodie and joggers and suggested that Jake did
the same (he had already decided that’s what he’d wear).
With the loose pants in place my padding didn’t look too
obvious, and I was so happy with what auntie had done I
gave her a huge hug and kiss.
All the way through our
flight I wanted to go for a pee but decided I’d try and
hold out until we landed. I don’t know why I made that
choice seeing as how I was so adamant that I needed my
protection, but it pleased me that I could do so.
However, I was so desperate to go when we were being
driven to our hotel that I couldn’t hold out any longer
and had my first wetting experience in the capital.
When we got to our room, mom
and auntie were sharing one and Jake and I had another,
which was connected by a door, auntie whisked me to the
bathroom and, armed with all the stuff she needed,
cleaned me up before anyone else was aware. This time,
instead of a diaper, auntie decided that as we would be
going out and seeing the sights, I’d feel better wearing
a pair of briefs, which I happily slipped into.
***
The view across the city from
our room was fantastic and we were eager to explore as
soon as possible. Looking out of the window Jake was
busy trying to pinpoint exactly where certain places
were but, in the end, had to admit he had no idea. We
were just about to go out for a meal when the heavens
opened and it began to pour down. So, we ended up eating
in the hotel’s restaurant, which was very nice though we
wanted to see the sights. The weather stopped us going
much further but as the hotel was huge, and had loads of
things to do, we changed our plans and played in the
‘Games Arcade’, while mom and auntie sat in the lounge
opposite drinking coffee and chatting.
At one point I went to ask
mom for some more money, but I wanted to check out
another area for kids. Sadly, it was for those who were
much younger and although I was tempted to jump in the
ball pool, I decided that a ten-year-old should be more
responsible. However, that little trip took me in a
circular route, and I ended coming up behind mom and
auntie. I wasn’t being sneaky or anything but I
over-heard mom saying to her sister that she was
dreading tomorrow and was finding it difficult to
explain her plans to us. Auntie suddenly caught my eye
and, as my heart sank, she swiftly changed the subject.
I knew all my worries had
been for a reason and the realisation I was right gave
me a queer, uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. It
was strange that, although we knew that this trip might
mean an eventual move, to have it confirmed like this
had an unfortunate effect. I wish had still been wearing
my protection as it would have come in useful.
*** tbc ***
Part 19
The dark damp patch was
spreading down my jogging pants and I felt miserable
and, just as mom turned to look at me, I burst into
tears.
“Oh Si… come here,” I could
tell she was sorry that I’d overheard her but she wasn’t
angry, she just wanted to comfort me. “Come on sweetie…
come and sit with me.”
Her arms were outstretched
and though part of me was angry, another part was
desperate to be held. I was still crying when mom folded
her arms around me and gently pulled me into her bosom.
I was wet, crying and feeling like a silly little kid
but because mom was hugging me tightly, I felt I could
let out all my anxieties in an explosion of tears. I
heard her ask auntie to go and fetch Jake, so I was left
with mom as she stroked my hair and made reassuring
noises.
As I calmed down, I became
more aware of my soaked pants. My briefs had not stopped
the flood in anyway and I felt the dampness was more
shameful because I was in a public place.
“I’m sorry mommy.” I heard
the word as soon as I’d said it, ‘mommy’, and thought
that was just too much ‘babyishness’ from me. I suddenly
found the tears stopping as I tried to be grown up.
“Mom, we know it’s been difficult for you with the
travelling and all… but we really miss you.”
She was still hugging me
tightly. “I know Si… and I want to be straight with you
and Jake, so, when auntie finds him, we’ll all go to the
room and we’ll chat about what has happened recently.”
Jake arrived with auntie and
noticed, but didn’t make any comment, about my wet
patch. It would have been so easy for him to get one-up
on his big brother but, and this is how he was now
continually amazing me, he actually had a look of
sympathy on his face.
***
Back in the room the first
thing was to get changed. It was getting late so we both
shrugged off our clothes and got ready for bed. Jake was
in his racing car pajamas that auntie had made for him,
whilst mom and me were in her bathroom getting wiped and
powdered. Despite feeling stupid and childish having mom
clean me up and fit me into a nighttime diaper felt
really nice. Being taken care off was lovely and
although auntie was very good at it, I’d missed this
closeness with mom.
Once I was powdered and
padded and we’d climbed into bed mom began to explain
what had been happening over the last few months.
Apparently, her new system for the bank had gone global
and the firm were now making more and more demands on
her time. Her bosses had been desperate for her to
relocate again but this time to the capital and had
offered a tremendous increase in salary and ‘benefits’.
Two of those benefits were that they would pay for Jake
and my schooling, at the city’s best (and private)
academy, there would also be a huge house (with pool)
but they wanted mom close by, should she be needed, as
she was too important to be halfway across the country.
Mom wasn’t boasting, she was
just telling us the facts and, if truth be told, I was
getting a huge feeling of pride that she was so
important to the company. She said that it had come down
to the point where the travelling, and more importantly,
missing us, had made the decision for her… we were
definitely moving.
***
Just hearing those words
‘definitely moving’ stabbed me in the stomach. I knew
we’d been expecting it but it still sort of hurt and I
wasn’t only thinking of Kenny at that point. I was about
to say something when Jake got up out of bed and hugged
mom.
“We hate not having you
around mom. We love auntie…” He had a brief thought, “Is
auntie coming with us too?”
“I’ve asked her but,” she
quietly replied, “Auntie Rose has her own life… but I
hope so.”
After a few seconds he went
on, “We want to be with you mom…” There were hugs and
kisses all round while mom explained a few more things.
In the morning, she was going to show us the academy,
which was to be our new place of learning and the
proposed new home. By the time she’d finished talking to
us, we were getting quite excited about… everything.
When Jake and I were left
alone we chatted about all the changes that might be
about to happen. There was no doubt that he was handling
the information far better than I was, but I was trying
to keep positive for him, and more especially for
myself. I didn’t want to get anxious and pee my pants in
public ever again.
***
At ten the following morning
a company limo came and picked the four of us up and
took us on a quick tour around the city before heading
off into the outskirts. It was a pleasantly sunny day
but a bit chillier than what we’d come to expect in
Oakwood. However, as the day progressed so did the
temperature and the trip proved very pleasurable.
The house was fantastic. Each
of our bedrooms was at least twice the size of the ones
back home, in fact, everything was bigger and we had
loads of space. The one thing missing though was that it
didn’t have the empty space out back like Oakwood,
although it did have a pool, which unfortunately was
covered when we went to look. We all thought the house
was impressive and I even noticed auntie ‘earmarking’
one of the backrooms as a possible workspace for her
sewing.
We spent quite some time at
the new place and even had a meal in the garden, well it
was half in the garden and half in the kitchen as it all
opened out into one another. Sliding glass frames made
access to different parts of the house easy and at times
you felt you were outside when in fact you were inside.
It was all fantastic and even better because we had a
chef to make us our lunch and she provided some very
yummy things Jake and I had never eaten before.
***
As we were tucking in to
another tasty little tartlet mom’s phone pinged. She
flipped it open and smiled as she read something on her
text. She then showed me the screen and I saw Kenny
wearing a kilt standing next to his daddy wearing his…
they both looked brilliant.
Mom read out the message and
adopted a terrible Scottish accent. “A wee laddie and
his daddy in Highland pose”, which had us all
laughing. They were standing in front of some historic
castle and really looked the part but, despite my
happiness at seeing Kenny again, I suddenly realized
that being without him hadn’t set me off crying. Of
course, I missed him but there was just too much going
on here and the pang of… er… sadness that he wasn’t here
soon passed as we were whisked off to check out the
academy.
To my eyes the building was
like a castle. The drive up to the main hall took
forever but the grounds were beautifully kept. We saw a
few boys wondering around in their uniforms, which were
very smart and… none of them were wearing shorts. Then I
wondered why they were there, were they not on break as
well?
We met the principal, who
apparently was reading our reports from Oakwood and was
saying that we were just the kind of students the
Academy was built for. He asked one of the ‘House
Supervisors’ to show us around the campus and it quickly
became apparent it was a place where you could easily
get lost. I mentioned the boys we’d seen in the grounds,
and he said that they were boarders and were staying on
over the break because they couldn’t go home for “…one
reason or another.”
I panicked and a sudden chill
ran down my back as I meekly asked mom if we were going
to be boarders as well. She hugged both Jake and me
together. “As if I wouldn’t want my boys with me all the
time.” I felt relieved but still had a doubt about this
place.
“Is the uniform the same for
everybody?” I asked the House Supervisor.
“Yes. From the age of 7,
which are our youngest students, until 18, the uniform
stays much the same… mainly it’s the tie that differs,
but that shouldn’t worry you just yet.” He smiled
pleasantly at both Jake and me and nodded reassuringly
to mom and auntie.
Jake piped up, “Do we were
short trousers…?”
“Not in class. You can wear
shorts for certain sports of course but we have a very
strict dress code here and everyone follows it.” He
seemed very proud of that fact.
Mom and auntie nodded as we
continued our tour, which took forever.
***
After the tour the limo
dropped us back at the hotel and we sat in the coffee
shop discussing what we’d seen. The new big house
definitely got the thumbs up but I was less than excited
about the prospect of the Academy. Having said that, at
least schoolboy grey shorts weren’t part of the uniform
so, I suppose, on that count, it was good.
I hadn’t been wearing a
diaper or pull-ups all day and was pleased that I’d got
through all the excitement without any accidents and my
briefs were still dry. However, I wanted to get all wet,
and as we couldn’t use the swimming pool at the house,
mom let us go for a swim in the hotel’s large, heated
pool. We didn’t even have to go back to the room to
collect our things because auntie had packed them in her
bag as a precaution, just in case we could have gone in
the pool at the new house.
Mom and auntie watched as we
boys joined a group of other kids in some very wet and
splashy games. I think mom looked relieved that we
hadn’t rejected her plan and in the quiet moments when
it was just me and Jake, we had decided mom was more
important than Oakland. Not that we had a choice but we
thought we should be grown up about it.
***
The rest of the week was
spent sightseeing, sometimes just with auntie (if mom
had to go into work), and other times all of us, which
was really good fun. I was surprised there was so much
to see and do in the city and even liked the huge
monuments to our country’s heroes. Jake particularly
liked the dinosaur exhibition in one of the museums,
whilst I liked the old aircraft in another.
By the end of the week, we
were all exhausted but it had been a fun and exciting
few days. We were returning to Oakland on the Sunday but
had one more social function to attend before that.
Mom’s CEO was having a garden party for some of the
bank’s ‘elite’ staff at his home. She’d laughed when she
said ‘elite’ as if dismissing the idea but I was very
proud that mom was among those who were chosen to
attend.
The night before we were due
to go to the party, I was lying in bed thinking about
what we’d seen and done and I thought of Kenny. I wished
I’d had mom’s cell there and then so I could look at the
photo of him in his kilt but then I got to thinking
about other things to do with me and him. At the Academy
I’d been pleased that the school uniform hadn’t included
grey shorts, or indeed any colored shorts, but now that
depressed me. Wasn’t it the fact that Kenny couldn’t
conceal his diapers and plastic pants under his shorts
that had drawn us together? Wasn’t my fascination with,
and his openness about, his problem the reason we’d
become best friends? As I gave more and more thought to
my mental images of Kenny in his padded protection, I
found myself really missing him and hoping he’d return
from his vacation soon.
***
As we were getting ready to
go to the garden party, we were wondering what to wear.
Auntie had made some fantastic new clothes but, after
the night thinking about Kenny, I wanted to feel near to
him so I choose the pink shorts. Not only that, but I
put on a disposable and plastic pants just so I felt
even closer to him. I was hoping that at some point on
his visit to Scotland he’d worn my green shorts but then
thought about him running around in a kilt and that made
me smile. I also wondered if he’d wear a diaper under
it… or even if it was allowed… as Kenny had mentioned in
an earlier chat about Scotland that nothing was worn
under the kilt. Still, as I pulled the shorts over my
padding I felt happy and comfortable. Auntie had knitted
us jumpers, so Jake had a navy blue one to go with his
pale blue shorts whereas mine was pale blue and white
hoops.
Both mom and auntie whistled
in appreciation when we presented ourselves to them in
their room.
A limo came to collect us and
Brian, the driver, also commented on how smart we both
looked, which pleased us boys tremendously and I’m sure
I detected some pride in mom’s and auntie’s eyes.
***
Mom’s CEO Marcus
Hetherington’s home was huge and when we arrived the
garden party was already underway. We were greeted by Mr
Hetherington and his wife Martha who quickly whisked mom
off to meet some important guests. There were a few
other kids there and, as it was such a pleasantly hot
day, the magnificent pool looked blue and most inviting.
However, with my protection in place I wasn’t planning
on doing any swimming. Mrs Hetherington insisted that we
meet her son Marcus Junior, who was twelve, and we’d be
going to the same academy as he attended. She was full
of praise for the place and auntie nodded in agreement.
Jake and I were presented to
a group of three boys, all looked older than us, but
Marcus was undoubtedly the leader. They were dressed in
the latest designer brands and I thought he looked like,
and dressed like, a photograph I’d seen of a rap star
recently; very trendy, loads of bangles and a bit of a
sneer as he spoke. He obviously didn’t want anything to
do with the other kids who appeared to be enjoying the
pool and was more interested looking at his messages on
his cell.
Mom wouldn’t let Jake and me
have cell phones yet, she thought they were more of a
problem than a help to kids our age. In fact, the
Oakwood wouldn’t allow them to be used in their grounds
and certainly, anybody who brought one risked the
prospect of having it confiscated and not returned until
the end of term. Because his mom had insisted he speak
and ‘play’ with us he begrudgingly said “Hi” but
eventually, when his mother had gone, he just turned
nasty.
***
He and his friends thought we
looked like little babies dressed as we were, not even
wearing designer brands but ‘homemade clothes’. He and
his mates laughed at us and jeered that, if we were
going to be at the Academy, we’d have to change. He said
how he’d take great delight in telling everyone about
our childish clothes and that we would be his ‘bitches’.
I had no idea what he meant
by that but it sounded awful however, Jake had got a bit
annoyed by his attitude and, despite mom telling us to
be on our best behaviour, he told Marcus that he looked
like a reject from a New York ghetto. I don’t know where
he got the information, or the nerve, from but Marcus
and his mates got very angry. They crowded around my
little brother and started pushing him around. I stepped
between them and told them to “back off” but Marcus
snarled as he pushed Jake to the ground. My little
brother is no coward but I think even he thought better
of getting up straight away. I bent down to make sure he
was OK; he was but I could see anger in his eyes. I
looked up at the three bullies and they all had smirks
on their faces. In fact, Marcus lifted my jumper with
his foot, I thought he was about to kick me but smiled
even more and called his mates off. I saw him whispering
to them as I pulled Jake to his feet and we went off to
simply put some distance between them and us.
***
For the next hour or so it
was all very nice. We had some barbequed food and found
other kids to play with. Mom and auntie were both
chatting with various people and she seemed much in
demand. If we were around she would introduce us to her
work colleagues and they would chat about… well… I’m not
sure but I’m sure it was important.
At one point I was crouched
down by the pool talking to one of the other kids when I
noticed his expression change. A shadow had blocked out
the sun and I turned and looked up to see Marcus and his
friends standing behind me. I got up and I saw a huge
evil grin split his face. He grabbed my shorts and
yanked them down revealing my padded protection.
“Look here, we have a baby
with us. Just a big, big baby.”
After the incident on the bus
with the bully I had vowed that I’d never let anyone
embarrass me again so perhaps strangely, I wasn’t
horrified at being exposed in this way. I just looked at
him with contempt on my face and went to pull my shorts
up.
“No,” he said preventing me,
“only babies wear diapers.” He shouted and pleased that
he thought he was humiliating me in front of all the
kids in the pool and all the adults who were suddenly
aware of what was going on. However, he hadn’t bargained
on swift action. From nowhere Jake ran up to him and
with all the effort he could muster shoved the smug
Marcus, fully clothed, into the sparkling pool.
“My brother may occasionally
wet his pants.” He screamed at the surprised floundering
boy, “But you’re wet all over.”
It was surprising how a
fierce little boy can scare anyone and Marcus’s friend
snuck awkwardly away as a sudden round of applause
became apparent. I’d never been more proud of my little
bro but as he watched Marcus struggle in the water, I
could see the way he was looking at him. It was a ‘don’t
mess with me or my brother’ challenge and I think
everyone got the message.
Suddenly I had auntie next to
me pulling up my shorts and scooping Jake into her warm
embrace. Mom arrived seconds later wondering what had
gone on. Auntie explained and I suddenly found my own
voice.
“He goes to the Academy.” I
pointed to the soaked boy struggling out of the pool. “I
don’t think I want to go to a school full of bullies.”
***
People rallied around mom and
I overheard some members of the banking staff say that
it was something young Marcus needed. He was such a
spoilt little…. I didn’t quite get what the man said but
the inference was that no one liked the little jerk
(that was one of the words I did hear). I saw mom was
embarrassed at such a commotion, and that her children
were at the center of it all, and she went off to
apologise to our hosts.
Mrs Hetherington was drying
her son down and obviously very angry with what had
happened. Mom wanted us to apologise for our behaviour
but Jake just stared at the sobbing Marcus in an act of
defiance. Mrs Hetherington wasn’t happy but begrudgingly
accepted mom’s apology. When we returned to the party Mr
Hetherington slapped Jake on the back, winked and told
him in a very conspiratorially way that he could work
for him anytime. He seemed overjoyed with what had just
happened and the mood at the party was soon lifted as
more drink and food were served and a DJ started up and
got us all dancing.
***
Back at the hotel mom was
subdued and obviously had some things on her mind. Jake
and I had both said ‘sorry’ to her for causing a scene
but that wasn’t what was bothering her. She said that
she’d been talking to the ‘tech people’ at the bank and
they had said that she could have new, up-to-the-minute
technology installed at home so she could be instantly,
and more securely, in touch with head office. She wasn’t
sure why she hadn’t thought of this before (possibly
because no one had offered her this option), but now it
looked like we had an alternative to the move.
She’d said that she’d agreed
the plans with her CEO, who, after the son in the pool
incident, had a new respect for mom and her family and
had even offered to find a newer, bigger house for us to
move to in Oakland. The upshot was - we were not going
anywhere - well not for the foreseeable future, or not
until we finished school in Oakland. She would commute
to the city when absolutely necessary but the rest of
the time she would use what technology could provide.
Even auntie had agreed to stay on and she was even
thinking of setting up a small business.
That night I climbed into bed
with Jake and hugged him. I was still happily wearing my
padding as I tickled him and cuddled up as he giggled. I
told him how brave I thought he was and how proud I was
of my little brother. We both agreed that Oakland was a
far better place than the capital, even if the capital
had dinosaurs and monuments.
*** tbc ***
Part 20
Monday morning and I was
up bright and early. Even though the weather had turned
a bit gloomy I was very excited about going back to
school and seeing Kenny again, I had so much to tell him
and, I suspect, he had loads to tell me. Perhaps, for
the first time, I didn’t mind my schoolboy uniform. I
had realized what an important part it had played in me
and Kenny becoming friends and now, I was eager to wear
it again, a sort of acknowledgement of what our
friendship meant to me.
Yesterday, when we’d arrived
home, I had already written most of my report which I
was eager to deliver to Miss Barlow. I’d been making
notes every night in a diary and it had been easy to
copy out and make into a pretty good essay, even if I do
say so myself. Of course I didn’t mention everything. I
didn’t mention my crying or wetting myself or… or… the
bully and his mates (or Jake shoving him in the pool)
but I did mention all the things we visited. I was quite
pleased with it and looked forward to sharing its
contents with Kenny. I know I was excited at the
prospect of hearing all about his exploits while away.
As usual my uniform was
already laid out waiting for me and as I returned from
the bathroom I was in a bit of a dilemma as to what to
wear under the shorts. I’d worn a mixture of briefs or
pull-ups whilst we were away, even though I’d been
wearing only my briefs to school before the break.
However, I wanted to show some kind of affinity to our
early experiences together and thought that Kenny might
appreciate the new purple quilted diaper cover that
auntie had made for me. To be honest it worked better
the thicker the diaper underneath it covered; it made it
tight and full and looked shiny and sheer. Without a
thick diaper it looked a bit cumbersome but I pulled the
sides tight, the Velcro ripping as I kept readjusting
until I was happy with my reflection. It still wasn’t
perfect but I’d decided that I wanted to wear it on its
own on this occasion. I also liked the slight rustling
noise it made when I walked and when I had my grey
shorts pulled up I thought no one would be able to tell
what I was wearing.
***
I arrived at school and was
looking around for Kenny. Jake had gone off to meet his
friends (who mobbed him and seemed happy to see his
return) even Adam, who sheepishly waved to me, was soon
engulfed in the posse of third and fourth graders. Still
I couldn’t see Kenny anywhere. I asked a few of his
mates from the various teams that he played for but no
one had seen him. Like me they had only got the
answering machine like I had when I’d called the night
before, so that didn’t help.
As we went into class I
handed in my report to Miss Barlow and asked if she knew
where Kenny was. She looked around and seemed surprised
he wasn’t there but suggested that he may have been held
up if his plane got in late. This partially put my mind
at ease but I was perturbed not having my best friend
nearby. It was strange because I couldn’t really
concentrate on my morning lessons and at break, with
still no Kenny, I began to worry. I begged Miss Barlow
to find out what had happened and she said she would try
and get me an answer.
She returned with the news
that the Principal had received a call saying that the
Morrisons had been held up in the UK, although she
didn’t specify for what reason. Although she did try to
put my worries aside when she said that in Europe, they
were always having strikes and disputes that affected
the airlines. I hoped this was the case but I was still
getting quite emotional that he wasn’t around.
***
I spent lunch time sitting
with a few friends of Kenny’s but hardly contributed
much to the chatter. When we returned to class Miss
Barlow had marked everyone’s essays and addressed the
twenty faces that were looking up at her.
“I’d like to thank everyone
for doing such incredible work and writing such amazing
accounts about what you’ve all been doing in your
break.” She looked around the room and added in a
conspiratorial tone, “Some of you have had a very
exciting time.”
I was quite distracted in my
thoughts as to what had happened to Kenny so wasn’t
really paying too much attention to what she was saying.
Suddenly I heard my name called and I was summoned to
the front of the class. I was dreading that she must
have some further news about Kenny but she was beaming a
huge smile.
“However, I’d like to ask
Simon to read his report to you all. You may remember he
had us spellbound with one of his earlier stories and I
think this report of his visit to the capital deserves
for everyone to hear it.”
She handed me back my pages
and I was stunned to see ‘A+’ circled at the top of my
paper.
“I think you have done really
well,” she quietly encouraged me, “I thoroughly enjoyed
reading it and I’d like the rest of your classmates to
hear about your experiences.”
Unexpectedly I was consumed
by nerves. I could feel the plastic interior of my
purple quilted diaper cover fill with sweat and, without
Kenny on hand to offer some kind of support, I wasn’t
sure I could go through with it. The moist, slickness
and slipperiness of the plastic next to my skin sent a
strange feeling to my head. I knew it was something I
liked but at that moment I just wasn’t sure. I hummed
and shuffled the pages a bit whilst I tried to compose
my feelings. Miss Barlow was still smiling and
reassuring but there was something else in my head as I
wriggled and tried to rearrange things in my shorts.
My anxiety returned and I
suddenly became worried that I might wet myself in front
of the entire class. As I tugged at my shorts, the shiny
quilted cover slipped down slightly displaying the shiny
purple edging around the top of my legs and could be
seen by anyone who looked. However, that minor change in
the way the cover fit sent a shiver of excitement as it
released the snugness from around my crotch. The
sensation was like an electric charge caressing my leg
and I heard myself make an audible noise (that wasn’t
the start of my story) so, to try and cover that strange
sound, I hesitantly began my report.
***
They all sat attentive as I
told them of all the monuments we had visited. They
laughed as I told them about Jake’s encounter with
dinosaurs at the museum and how he greeted each one with
a growl and wondered if he shouldn’t have put on his
dinosaur onesie to meet them. There was a chorus of
“Typical Jake” and “That’s Jake for you” and once again
I realized just what a popular boy my brother was…
everyone knew him. With my final words I looked up and
was suddenly depressed because there was no one at the
desk where Kenny normally sat. However, there was a
surprising spontaneous cheer and wild applause that
brought me back to the real world.
Even Miss Barlow was clapping
me. “That was excellent Simon,” she patted my… well…
what felt like my unbelievably moist slippery bottom and
sent me back to my seat. “I think we can all agree that
our Simon…” the applause continued, “may one day be a
famous writer.”
I returned to my seat having
never experienced anything like it before. I was getting
pats on the back and ‘Well dones” from all my classmates
and I could feel my squishy plastic diaper cover
offering a different thrill as I sat and humbly wondered
what had happened... and wishing that Kenny had been
there to hear it.
***
By Wednesday there was still
no sign of Kenny so I asked both mom and auntie if they
would call his mother and find out what was happening.
They didn’t really want to disturb the family in the UK
but saw how distressed I was getting (and perhaps
worried that they may have been some further wetting
problems on the horizon) mom eventually called Mrs
Morrison’s cell.
Mom talked for ages, I wasn’t
able to hear all that was being said and my requests to
speak with Kenny were always received with a shake of
the head as she continued the conversation. Eventually
she put the phone down and said she was sorry, but Kenny
hadn’t been around to chat he was still in Edinburgh
with his grandfather, while they were in London trying
to sort out all manner of visas and late return flights.
Apparently, Mr Morrison’s father, Kenny’s grandfather,
had insisted that his grandson should be taught in one
of Scotland’s top boarding schools. It had been
something he hadn’t been able to do for his own sons
because of the divorce and had no money, but now he was
a successful businessman, he wanted to at least try and
give his grandchildren some advantages.
***
Mr McDorran had been
married to Pearl for six years when they divorced. He
had an affair with a barmaid and Pearl took her two
sons; John, who was 5 and the eldest and Gordon, Kenny’s
daddy, who was then 3 years old to start a new life.
Pearl met and married an American, Thomas Morrison, and
they returned to his hometown of Oakland in the USA.
Over the years, Mr McDorran continued his wild and
impetuous lifestyle until ten years later he met and
married his current wife, Margret Magraw. She was more
than a match for him and steered him into a new
fledgling business that over the years proved to be very
successful. Mr and Mrs McDorran were now very wealthy
and very well respected but the one regret he had was
his abandonment of his two sons. With his wife’s
encouragement he set about tracing them and try to make
amends. Eventually he tracked down Gordon, it was just
after his son Kenny was born, and offered help. That
first approach was immediately rejected. However, as
Gordon and John had stayed in close contact, and he
didn’t see why he should deny his brother the contact
he’d rejected, he did offer his father an address by
which he could get in touch his eldest.
John, who after a very
turbulent child and early adulthood, was now living as a
woman called Joanne in a nearby town. She broke down on
meeting her father after all this time and was most
grateful for the help he offered. So, to some extent,
the healing had begun. It took Gordon a further ten
years before he was anywhere near forgiving his father
but, as his mother and stepfather were dead, thought he
should at least try to form some kind of bridge between
them. This visit was supposed to be that bridge.
***
A cold shiver ran down my
spine as I realized what mom was telling me – I may
never see Kenny again. I burst into tears and, despite
both mom’s and auntie’s comforting arms, was quite
inconsolable. I ran, bleary-eyed to my room and threw
myself down on my bed, the bed where Kenny and I had
snuggled and hugged and kissed together and let out a
roar of pain that I didn’t know I had in me.
I lay sobbing for what seemed
like ages unable to come to terms with the fact that
Kenny had moved on without me. I alternated between
anger and sadness and wasn’t sure which took priority as
I stared at the treasured framed photographs on my desk
of us two together.
Eventually, mom’s calming and
soothing fingers stroking my hair and whispering
understanding words sent me off to sleep. My mind must
have put the trauma I was feeling on hold as I slept
right through until morning and I was still in the same,
fully clothed position I was in when I threw myself onto
the bed. I really didn’t want to get up and go to
school, but, in our house at least, that wasn’t going to
be an option.
***
Mom had set out my uniform
whilst I slept and could hear the rest of the family
getting up and ready for the day ahead. The shower
washed away some of my sadness and the appearance of
Jake at the bathroom door looking as upset as I came as
a surprise. As I got out of the warming spray he came
over and hugged me tightly, he also had tears in his
eyes and said that we’d all miss Kenny. It was then that
I understood that Kenny had made a huge impression on
all the family. It wasn’t only me that was depressed it
was everyone. It was everyone who knew him yet it was me
who he’d made his best friend. It was me who was special
to him and I’m sure if he’d had a choice, he would have
chosen Oakland… and me.
I wondered into the kitchen
and saw that mom was re-reading my ‘A+’ report on our
trip to the capital. She had tears in her eyes as well
and she quoted my last lines out loud.
The capital may have
dinosaurs, monuments, large buildings, big business and
huge shopping centers but it doesn’t have what Oakland
has… my school, my heart and my best friend.
*******
Meanwhile, as the Hudson
family huddled to comfort each other the secretary at a
famous boarding school in Edinburgh had just finished
sending out the emails of rejection and acceptance to
the new crop of hopefuls who’d wanted admittance into
its hallowed halls. Of the forty-five applicants only
twenty would be accepted…
The You’ve Got Mail sign
pinged on computers around the world informing the
successful. Meanwhile, those who didn’t make the list
would receive their rejection a little later…
Kenny already knew his
destiny.
******
The End
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