The warm, summer sun shone beatifically down upon 12 year-old Francis and his two young companions enjoying the swing set in the back yard. An hour earlier, his mom had dropped him off to be babysat for the afternoon, along with hIs friends, Jimmy and Tommy, who were 2 and 3 years younger respectively.
After a lunch of PB&J sandwiches, they had run outside to play in the mild summer weather.
Francis was both small for his age, and slight of frame, which made his younger friends seem more like peers than they might otherwise have been. They played lightheartedly for the next hour, giggling and enjoying the seasonal school break.
"Okay kids," his friend's mom, Stephanie, called from the back porch, "time to come inside."
The three sighed as they reluctantly stopped playing and walked slowly into the house. They all knew what was coming--it was 2:00, after all, and the boys knew it was time for their afternoon naps.
Nevertheless, Francis chafed at the notion and he grumbled with barely concealed resentment under his breath. The fact was he was almost a teenager now, and although his friends were younger, it was galling to him to be subjected to the same childish routine.
Francis trudged down the hall after his friends and followed them into their mom's bedroom.
Stephanie bent down to address him, an enigmatic smile on her face.
"Francis, I've talked to your mom, and we both think it's best if you wore your...um...'protection', for your nap," she told him.
The youth blushed red, knowing exactly what she was referring to, but mortified for his friends to learn about it in this way. So far, he had been largely successful at keeping his embarrassing bedwetting habit a secret from his schoolmates.
She began untying his shoes and removing his jeans as he stammered awkward and weak protestations. His friends were clearly very interested in what was about to happen, particularly since a fluffy stack of snowy white diapers and waterproof panties had already been arranged on the bed.
"B-but, I p-promise not to w-wet the bed," Francis whined bitterly. Tears of shame were misting in his eyes.
"That's fine, but just to be sure, I don't want to take any chances," she replied as she lifted the half-nude boy up and situated him onto the waiting stack of soft diapers.
Francis' checks and ears burned hotly as he whimpered and squirmed, his feet kicking instinctively. His friends watched closely as she grasped his ankles and lifted his feet up over his head to coat his little rump with diaper rash cream. It wasn't lost upon him that his younger companions weren't required to wear diapers and he felt deeply humiliated.
After generously powdering his front, Stephanie pulled the thick, bulky cotton cloth up between his thighs and pinned the sides tightly around his hips. A stretchy pair of soft, yellow rubber panties soon followed with his friend's mom carefully adjusting the fit to get all the cozy Birdseye diaper inside his panties.
After a quick dusting of baby powder between his legs, she began putting the diapering supplies away.
Francis blushed in shame as the boys watched him in silence, only now realizing that their sissy friend was a bedwetter.
As the two brothers spoke in hushed, excited, whispers to each other, Stephanie pulled the sheets back on the master bed.
Soon, the boys were tucked into bed, the door closed and before long, the room was quiet.
"Do you wear diapers at home?" Jimmy asked his friend curiously.
Facing away from them, Francis bit his lip in uneasy frustration.
"Go to sleep," he replied, feeling very humiliated.
"I didn't know you were a bedwetter," 9 year-old Tommy said tactlessly in his small voice.
Francis didn't respond, hoping they would just leave him alone and go to sleep.
After a while, they all fell into restful slumber and the afternoon passed uneventfully.
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Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: One Mother's Solution (Read 36651 times)
