Hi. I am 13 and wet my bed every night. A little while ago my dad caught me online in a Teenbaby
site, he was mad but we talked a lot and He decided to help me find diapers to wear. This is one of the
stories I am writing for guys like me. I hope you like it. Please let me know.
I was sitting on the couch, trying to figure out how to get the arms back on G. I. Joe when I heard a
car door slam. Yesss! I jumped up and tore through the living room, made the turn into the kitchen at full
speed and headed for the door. "What the..." My Mom said, as I ran through the kitchen and out the door.
I turned the corner and smacked into Tommy's Mom. I never saw her, and she caught my head right in
the belly. "Ooommph! Hey! Be careful, Travis," she said with a laugh. I didn't stop. "Sorry," I yelled back
over my shoulder.
Tommy was coming around the corner of the car with his Adidas backpack over one shoulder. This
was gonna be good. He looked up and started to wave, but it was too late. I hit him just as he got to the
grass. His pack went flying and he tried to scream, but all that came out was a kind of flat squeak, as he
hit the ground with me on top. "And he's down for the count! Yahhhhh!" I yelled, sitting on his stomach
with both fists in the air. "You're so mental, Travis," Tommy said after a second. "Are you trying to kill
me or something?" "I win again!" I shouted, twisting from side to side for the crowd, arms still raised.
"Not for long." Tommy spread his legs, reached down, grabbed me at the knees, and pulled my legs up.
The world went around, and the next thing I knew I was on my back in the grass, looking up at the sky.
Tommy scrambled up and sat on me. "Who's the winner now?" he smiled. "Me. And no fair, hey... I
showed you that move." "Did not." "Did too." "Did not." "Did TOO." "Not." Tommy folded his arms
across his chest. "Yes I did, and you know it, you big..." I ripped up a handful of grass and was about
to throw it at him when... "Boys!" My Mom had her head out the living room window. "Stop fighting, and
-get-in-this-house. Right now!" I titled my head back as far as I could. "We're not fighting Ma - just
wrestling." "Well it looks like fighting from here. Now come inside - both of you!" The window closed.
Tommy sat back. "So? Who's the winner?" "I guess you are - for now," I glared at him. "But just
wait 'til later. I'm not giving up yet," "I always win anyway," he said with a grin as he started to get up.
"Yeah, I know." Because I let you. Ask him NOW, dummy. Go ahead. Hurry up. Before he gets up. I
grabbed my best friend by the wrist and held. He sat back down. "Hey Tommy?.." "Yeah?" I couldn't do it.
He waited, then furrowed his brow. "...What?" "Um... D'youwannasleepovertonight?" I did it! He glanced
away and then back. "I uh..." A bad look came over his face. "I don't think my Mom will let me," he
said as he stood up and took a step toward his pack. I sat up. "Why not? Come on. We'll have a blast - I
got a new video game, and we can..." "I just don't think I can, Travis. Come on, let's go inside before my
Mom starts yelling too." He headed for the house. I caught up, brushing my hair out of my face. "Well,
can you just ask anyway?.." He stopped and turned toward me. "I said - NO!.." The look on his face was
horrible. I thought he was gonna hit me. I took half a step back. "Geez. I'm sorry, Tommy... I just..."
Tommy's face softened, and he stood there for a couple of seconds looking at the ground. Then he looked
at me kinda weird, and said, "...Do you really want me to?" "Well... yeah. 'Course. You're my best friend."
"Boys!?" Came a shout from the back door. "K- I'll ask." Tommy said. He sounded so serious. "But let
me ask my Mom first, OK?" "Yeah sure. Whatever," I shrugged. "If you can stay, I'll show you some more
moves like that other one I showed you before," I said as I started to walk around the corner of the house.
Tommy walked next to me. "Did not." "Did so." I gave him a soft punch in the arm. "Did not,"
he said raising a fist to punch me back, but he was too late - I was already laughing and running for the
door. "Hey! Get back here!" he yelled, as he ran after me. My Mom was standing in the kitchen holding a
cup of coffee, and Tommy's Mom was sitting at the table. I ran over to my Mom, scooted behind her and
grabbed her around the waist, almost spilling her coffee. She raised both arms to shoulder level, holding
out the cup. "Travis! What in God's name?.." "Hide me," I said with a giggle. Slam! Tommy banged in
through the door. His little boy voice rang from the mudroom. "Don't even think about hiding somewhere
'cuz I'll find you, Travis." He stomped into the kitchen and spotted me. "Yipes," I yelled. I let go of my
Mom and headed for safety. "Ha!" Tommy ran past my Mom after me. "Agrghhhhh!!" Was the next
sound I heard. Tommy's Mom had grabbed his pack and stopped him, nearly flipping him onto the floor.
"Whoa, tiger," she said. I didn't see it, but I heard it, and sneaked back so I could see what was going to
happen. "Uh, Travis honey. Why don't you get your little angel butt back in here - NOW?" Crap. That was
my Mom. I sauntered back into the kitchen. "Yeah, Mom?" Tommy's Mom still had him by the backpack.
"I thought you two weren't fighting," my Mom said with a smirk. "We weren't. Uh. I mean we aren't," I
said. "Really," Tommy's Mom said sarcastically. She had a way with that. She looked at my Mom.
"Sounds like a problem to me." Tommy looked at me. I looked at him. We both knew we were done. I
walked over and put my arm around Tommy's shoulder. He draped one arm around me. I smiled at my
Mom, then at him. Best friends, right? The look on Tommy's face said - I owe you one. Then he put on his
goofiest grin for his Mom. They looked at each other and smiled and shook their heads together.
"What are we having for dinner, Mom?" I asked. "I don't know yet - seafood I think," she said.
Oh, cool. That meant she had something special up her sleeve. "Can I help?" I really liked helping her
cook. She was so cool, and let me do stuff other kids couldn't even try. "Maybe," she said. "We'll see -
Tommy? Are you staying for dinner?" "Yes Ma'am!' He glanced at his Mom. He hadn't meant to sound so
enthusiastic, but everybody there knew that my Mom was the best. His Mom didn't even pause. "I know,"
she said, looking at my Mom with a big sigh. "Seafood here means sole alomondine, or stuffed scallops.
At my house it's a tuna melt and fries," she said with a laugh. "You make great tuna melts, Mom."
Tommy said with a step toward his Mother. "I know," she said, hugging him. Then to my Mom with a
wink, "Thanks again - I'll talk to you later. I get out about seven, and I'll pick him up then." Tommy's
Mom worked part-time at a local plant store. If anyone wanted to know what to do with a garden, all they
had to do was ask her.
"Keep an eye on these two monkeys, OK?" Monkeys? That was our cue. Tommy met my eyes and
read my grin. In unison we started jumping around the kitchen, scratching our armpits and making
Ooohh-oooohhh, Ahh-hhh sounds. "Stop!" my Mother yelled. "Enough. Out! - Both of you. Go climb
some trees or something." We headed for the door, but Tommy's Mom stood up and corralled him around
the neck. She kissed him on the cheek. I was glad my Mom wasn't going to grab me. "I love you, baby," I
heard her whisper in his ear. Tommy struggled to get away, and I saw the color rise in his face. "See you
later, tiger," she said, and she headed for the door. We followed her out.
"Are you gonna ask?" I asked Tommy. "What? Oh, yeah. Uh, wait up here, OK?" "Up here?
Why?" "Just please, Travis. Wait here. Please?" What the heck was this? "Uh. Sure. OK." "Hey, Mom!
Wait!" he yelled as he ran after her. I went back inside and looked out the window. His Mom had started
the car and was backing it up. He went to the passenger's door and got in. Why'd he do that? He couldn't
leave - his pack was still here. The backup lights went off, and then the brake lights too. "Where's
Tommy?" Mom asked from the kitchen. "He had to ask his Mom something." The car just sat there.
"Well why don't you help me plan dinner then, before I go out to the market?" "K." I said. The
car didn't move. I could see them both in the front seat, talking. What was taking so long? It was a simple
question. Can I stay over - yes or no? "Travis? Are you listening? I asked you if Tommy likes shrimp
better, or fish." "Uh. What?" I heard myself say. They were still talking. "Travis." She was standing right
next to me. "What's going on?" she said as she looked out the window. "Tommy's asking his Mom if he
can sleep over," I blurted out. Ooooops. Crap! Why'd I say that? Oh well, I was going to have to ask her
too, anyway. "He said he wanted to ask first." She let the curtain go. "Ohhhhh." she said. I looked up and
she had that look on her face that adults get when they know something that they are not going to tell you.
Like when it's about sex or something else bad or gross. Then the look was gone. "Well, I'm sure he'll be
back in a minute. Come on. Help me make a list, OK?" "K Mom." I followed her into the kitchen. We
decided on shrimp cocktail, stuffed sole, which was fish, and potatoes-oh- rotten, that was cut up and
baked with cheese on top,and she said she would get something good for dessert. I was having a hard time
concentrating and just sort of went along with whatever she said. The list done, I went back to the
window, and discovered that the car was gone just as I heard the kitchen door close.
Tommy walked into the kitchen as I got there. His head was down. Crap. She'd said no. "Well, can
you? What'd she say? What'd she say?" I asked in rapid-fire mode. Tommy nodded his head slowly. "She
said OK," he said softly. "Yaaaay!" I yelled. I grabbed my Mom's hand in both of mine, and started
jumping up and down. "Can he, Mom? Can he? Can he stay over tonight? Please? Can he stay? Can he?
Can he? Hunh? Pleease, Mom - canneee?" I was coming out of my skin. "Well. I don't know," she said
slowly. Aaaaaaaarghhhh. Too much. Not funny, Mom. "Yes, of course he can," she said, tousling my hair.
"Alriiiiight!" I yelled again, and I started dancing around the kitchen. "This is going to be sooo cool!" I
looked back at my Mom to thank her. She had a worried expression and was looking at Tommy. I turned
toward him, expecting him to start whooping it up with me any second, but he was just standing
there. Then I noticed his eyes were all red, like he'd been crying or something. What the crap??? He
looked awful. He was supposed to be going mental being happy. Didn't he want to stay over? Did he have
to cry in the car, to get his Mom to say yes? Was he getting sick? "Travis," my Mom said. "If Tommy is
going to stay, I want you to go and clean up your room a little before you two go out to play." "Aww,
Mom." "You don't have to clean everything - but at least pick up ALL of the dirty clothes and put them in
the laundry room. Then you can go out," she said firmly.
Ha. Small price to pay for having my best friend with me all night. "K, Mom. C'mon Tommy," I
said, heading for the hallway. "Tommy can stay here for a minute. I want to check our dinner menu with
him to make sure there isn't something he doesn't like." I turned around. "Go," she said. "It'll only take
you a minute, and he'll be right here when you get back." She sounded a little more serious than she
needed to be. Was something going on? I turned back around and started to run. Only take a minute? Ha.
Less than that! (I found out later that when I left, my Mom said, "Please don't worry, Tommy. It's going to
be alright. Trust me. Travis would never hurt your feelings, and neither would I. Would it be easier for
you if I told him?" "No. Please don't," he squeaked. "OK, well I'm going to go to the market later and you
can tell him then, OK hon?" she said and she hugged him.) When I got back I heard her say, "OK, well it
looks like the list is all set then, except for dessert, and I'll bet I can come up with something you'll both
like."She saw me walking into the room, and said, "Do you still want to help me with dinner?" "Sure."
Anything. At this point, anything you want, Mom. "Good, then you two can make the shrimp cocktails.
I'll be going soon, but I'll let you know when. Now - outside with you both."
I tore out the door with Tommy right behind. He looked a little better
now. "Oh no!" I shouted. "No, please don't." I cowered on the ground in front of him. "Travis." He rolled
his eyes. "You are soo MENTAL. What are you doing?" "Aren't you gonna punch me?" I asked, peeking
out at him from between my fingers. "You still owe me one, 'member?" It worked. He smiled. "Oh,
yeahhhhhh. I forgot." He walked over to me, smacking his right fist into his open left hand. Then he stood
over me and raised his fist as high as he could. Oh man, he was really going to HURT me! Crap! But it
would be worth it. I braced myself. Tommy's arm came down fast - aimed for my shoulder, then it almost
stopped, and he tapped me. "Aaaaaaaahhhh!! My high-pitched scream split the air. I never saw his arm
slow down. My eyes had been closed. I opened them expecting to have to look for my arm so I could
put it back on, and then I realized - He'd barely even touched me! All I'd felt, instead of the bone crushing,
kid-arm-removing impact I'd screamed for, was a little baby tap on the shoulder. Tommy was rolling on
the ground a few feet away, laughing. I got up and stood over him, my hands on my hips. "Think that's
funny, do ya?" I asked. He stopped laughing, sat up and said, "Yup. Sure do."Then he stood up and
smiled. "I win again." I didn't know what to do. He was right. He'd gotten me again. And he was still the
cutest thing I'd ever seen, and he was standing not two feet from me looking into my eyes.
There's that I wanna hug you feeling again. "Come on," I said. "Let's throw the ball around." We
played the rest of the morning. Whatever it was that Tommy had been maybe crying about seemed
forgotten as we kicked soccer balls, scouted for Indians, and climbed trees. We were halfway up a big oak
when My Mom called us. We scrambled down and met her at the kitchen door. "I'm going now," she said,
looking at her watch. "I'll be back in half an hour." "K, Mom," I said. I turned towards the woods hoping
she wasn't going to try to kiss me or hug me or something. There were still unclimbed trees out there.
"Wait," she said. "You two are to play inside 'til I get back - I don't want you falling out of a tree and
breaking your neck while I'm gone." Crap! "There's milk and cookies for you on the table in the dining
room." She turned down the path then, and said over shoulder, ".And don't burn the house down!" She
always said that. And, -fall -out -of-a -tree -and -break -your -neck. If I had a dollar for every time I'd
heard that one. You'd think parents would come up with something new once in awhile. Oh, well. Mom's
cookies were great.
We went in and sat next to each other at the large table, and each grabbed a cookie. Mmmm.
Chocolate chip with Heath bar pieces. We sat and munched until they were gone, and then Tommy said,
"Hey, Travis." "Yfhk..?" I answered with my mouth full. "I uh, I gotta tell you something." I washed down
the last bite with the last of my milk, and wiped my mouth on my sleeve. "K, what's up?" "I, uh. I." He
glanced down at the table. Man did he look strange! Like all greyish. Something weird WAS going on, I
knew it! "OK Tommy, what's goin' on?" I asked. Tommy started to shake in his seat. Then I saw
something drop into his lap. Crap! He was crying. What the.? Then I knew. He hated me. I went and
hugged him last week, after our bath, and he must have caught me looking at him today, and he hated me.
That's why he didn't want to sleep over. And now he was going to tell me. My insides turned to lead. I
knew it. I knew it wasn't right.
All these funny things I felt in my chest and between my legs. I'd done wrong. I'd been very, very
bad, and now I was going to be punished. My very best friend in the whole world hated me. Tommy wiped
his eyes with his hand, then slowly moved it down and rested it on mine in my lap. I felt some kind of
shock when he touched me. He looked up at me. "Can. can we go in your room for a minute?" he asked.
What? "Uh.. sure." Confused. Very confused. What was going on? He was holding my hand! I let him
lead me by the hand down the hall and into my room. He headed for my double bed, pulled himself up and
sat. "What's the matter with you Tommy? You said you wanted to tell me something." "I do." He said
wiping his eyes again. "I mean, I will. Just gimme a minute." He hated me. I knew it. "Travis." "Yeahhh?"
"I." He started crying again. This was making me nuts. Just TELL me and get it over with! It's easy. I hate
you Travis because you're a wierdo. That's all you have to say.
"Tommy. You're driving me mental. Will you just tell me?" "OK, OK," he said with a sniffle. "I
gotta tell you before your Mom gets back anyway." What? My Mom was in on this too? Crap. I don't
believe this. "OK Travis, I hope you won't hate me but." he wiped his face. "Tommy!" He jumped. Then
he raised his head, looked right at me with those beautiful blue eyes, took a deep breath and said,
"Sometimes at night. I bedwet." His hands went to his face, and he let out a long sigh. I just stood there as
he took a big, shaking breath. "I didn't want to sleep over with you, 'cuz I didn't want-to get your nice big
bed all-all wet and smelly an' I don't care if you hate me an'-just please don't tell anybody an' that's why
my Mom won't ever let-me sleep over 'cuz she said if the other kids find out they'll pick on me, an'." He
was talking and crying and shaking, and wiping all at the same time.
He snuffed up a nosefull and hiccuped. "An', an' but you're my best friend and so I begged her to
let-me sleep over an' so she said we had-to tell you an' I didn't want to but she said I had-to but maybe if I
wanted to she would tell you-instead an' now we we have to tell your Mo-om too an' I don't care 'cuz
now I told you an', an' so-do you still want me to?" WHAT? You pee the bed? Crap. That's IT??? I looked
at Tommy sitting there, slobbering all over and breathing like a dying cat, and I wanted to laugh. I wanted
to shout. He doesn't hate me. I wanted to sing. Jump and down. My best friend wets his bed - he doesn't
hate me. I took a step toward him and smiled. Tommy was looking at me in horror now. "Tommy," I
started but he jumped off the bed and ran into my bathroom, and shut the door. Oh, no! Now what? I went
to the door. "Tommy?.." "Go 'way Travis, I HATE you." WHAT? Was he totally mental? "Tommy, I."
"You laughed at me, Travis. I told you-and I shouldn't have and-now you and- your Mom-and everybody
can just la-laugh at me all day if you want-'cuz I HATE you." He was crying so hard, I thought he was
going to choke. Crap! I didn't laugh. "Tommy! Please, open the door. I wasn't laughing. Honest. Please
come out of there." "NO! Just leave me-alone. Your Mom-can take me home and then you-can laugh
and-make jokes all you want-'cuz I don't CARE." This was terrible - worse than before, when I thought he
hated me. I felt something wet on my cheek. "That's not true, Tommy. I would never laugh at you," I said.
"You're my best friend."
He just kept crying. I stood there with my head against the door and my gut at my
feet, hating myself, for a long time. Then I knew what to say. The thing that had made me smile, when
he'd told me his "secret." I wiped my nose and my eyes on myshirt sleeve and then, softly, almost as a
whisper, I said, "Tommy? I know you're really mad at me. I'm sorry. I really am. But I wasn't going to
laugh at you, honest." "Stop it Travis, you can just c-cut it out. I feel bad enough already." "No, really. I
just. I thought it was so. cool - when you told me 'cuz. 'Cuz I do it too. Wet my bed I mean - I mean I
used to." "Cut it OUT, Travis! You're just saying that!" "No 'Im NOT!" I was mad now, and getting my
t-shirt all wet and he didn't even care! Then softer again, "I can prove it." I waited. I'd just told him my
biggest secret in the whole world, but I didn't care - he was my best friend. "That's stupid," he said, but he
sounded calmer now. "What're you gonna do, go pee on your pretty bed - and then tell me you did it last
night, so you can laugh at me some more?" "No." Ha!
I had him now. OK, one more thing, and - this time - I win. You are the most important thing in
the whole world to me Tommy, and I hope you get that, because. "Are you sitting on the toilet?" "Yeahhh.
why?" "OK. See the sink in front of you? Open the door under it - the one way on the right." This was it! I
heard him sniffle, and then silence. Please. Please look there! I heard the snap of the door magnet. Then
more silence. I waited. "Tommy?.. I don't care if you come out or not, but could you uh, pass me out a
Kleenex? I got snot all over the place out here." Silence again. I waited. The door opened a crack and a
pink tissue appeared. I grabbed it. The door closed again. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. "I think I
need another one," I said. The door opened a crack. No Kleenex. I pushed the door open a bit, then a bit
more - then all the way.
There was my best friend in the whole world, who knew my biggest secret now, standing there
with puffy eyes and wet cheeks, holding a big box of Kleenex in one hand, and a "Goodnites" big kid
diaper in the other. I grabbed a Kleenex from the box, blew my nose again, smiled and said, " I win."
Tommy just stood there for a second, he looked at the "Goodnites" in his hand, and then at me. "These are
yours?" he asked innocently, his eyes on mine. "No dummy - they're my Dad's. He just hides them in my
bathroom so my Mom won't find out." Tommy was out of it. He didn't get the joke. He just turned in a
daze to the cupboard he'd opened, and knelt down. There was a big box of "Goodnites"(about half-gone),
three pairs of plastic pants, a pink bottle of Baby Magic wash, and another of lotion, a plastic container of
Baby Wipes, and a partly used tube of diaper rash ointment.
"This is all yours?" he asked as he started taking things out and looking at them. I knelt down next
to him. "Yup." This was amazing. I was proud of my bedwetting now. So weird. And he didn't hate me.
My cheeks were wet again. Oh Crap! There was more! I grabbed his arm and said, "C'mere." I led him to
the side of my bed. He hadn't even heard it when he climbed up and sat there before. I pulled up the sheet
and showed him the plastic liner I'd put there when my Mom told me to clean up my room. I hadn't used
it for almost two years, since the day my Mom talked me into going back to diapers, so I wouldn't have to
wake up wet all the time. Crap. Did he think I was that stupid!? I'd heard that familiar rustle on his bed
before, and I'd smelled the faint scent of dried-up pee in his room. But I
was his best friend.
What was I s'posed to say? Ooooooh, I see you pee-pee in your bed too, huh Tommy? He just stood
and stared at the liner. He was REALLY out of it now -and so was I. I couldn't help it, I'd had that feeling,
really strong, since I saw him standing there in the bathroom with his face all wet, holding one of my
"Goodnites". I turned toward him, and put my arms out and hugged him tight. So tight. Like there was
nothing else but that. I wanted my best friend to know that I'd never meant to hurt him. Crap! Now I was
going to start crying again.
Then I felt something strange. Something warm, and sweet and soft. Like home. Like a dream
where you get what you want. It was Tommy's arms around me, holding on to me like someone had put
superglue on 'em. Now he was bawling again too! I held him as tight as I dared as his hot tears fell on my
neck, and waited 'til I could see again. I felt for Tommy's hand and found it. He was still holding the
diaper. We both looked down at it. Then he took his other hand from around me and opened it up. He
rubbed his fingers and thumb over the plastic outside part and the elastic around the leg openings and
then slowly over the inside front part of the stay-dry liner. Then he looked up at me with a sweet smile.
"Nice, huh?" I said. "They're wicked soft and comfortable."
He turned bright red, and then he got a look on his face that I'd never seen before. "Boys?" That
was my Mom, she was in the kitchen. I could tell from the sound. Crap! I'd never even heard the car! How
long has SHE been here? Tommy's eyes went wide. I saw panic there, and felt it in myself too. "Turn the
computer on," I whispered. "And gimme that." I grabbed the "Goodnites" out of his hand. I scrambled
back into my bathroom, threw the diaper into the box, piled the rest of the stuff that Tommy had taken out
back in, and closed the cupboard door. She was gonna be here any minute.
"What do I do now?" Tommy hissed as the computer came up. I pulled a chair over. "Nothing," I
said as I grabbed the keyboard and quickly logged on. Oh Crap! Please don't let her come in yet! Wait a
minute, what am I worried about? We didn't do anything bad. I felt Tommy's hand on my leg. "You're so
cool, Travis," he whispered. Yah, right. Cool. I'm cool. I didn't even have the sense not to laugh at my
best friend when he tells me he has a problem, even though I used to wet my bed too. "Hi kids. I see the
house is still here - Everything OK?"
My Mom stood in the doorway to my room, leaning against the doorjamb. As if she didn't know.
Usually she just hollered from the kitchen for help with stuff. But tonight was different. "Who wants to
help me put stuff away?" I looked at Tommy. Relief. Pure relief was what I saw on his face. I grinned and
squeezed his hand. "We both will!" I said, jumping up. "I'm so glad you're back, Ma." I ran to her and
hugged her. "Well. What's all this?" she asked. Tommy stood up and walked over by my side. "Nothing," I
said. "We're just hungry. What'd you get for dessert?" "You'll see." Oooh, this was going to be something
special. I had learned not to ask questions. "Are you online, Travis?" She glanced at the computer screen.
"Uh, yeah, we were just checking out a wrestling site that." "Well, why don't you stay here then - while
Tommy helps me with the groceries?" She grabbed him by the hand. He shrugged and smiled as she
pulled him out into the hallway.
My dad helped a lot with grammar and stuff. I can send more later if you want. Please let me
know what you think. Davin
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