The Camping Trip

[jamiep]

THE CAMPING TRIP

Chapter 1

There was a time when I was about 12 and I loved camping out.  I really loved the outdoors - hiking in the woods and looking at the great scenery.  I also loved  roasting weenies and marshmallows over the campfire. Then there’s the whole idea of being under the open skies a little like the pioneers.  Best of all, I used to love the smell of our canvas tent and that just made it complete.   That is I really loved all that - until I began wetting my bed when I was about 12.

Now I didn’t wet the bed every night, but it would happen about once a week.   My parents tried everything.  They took me to the doctor, limited my drinks before beds, they even bought a plastic sheet that went under my regular sheets to protect the mattress.  Mom was so frustrated she even threatened to make me wear diapers if I didn’t “grow up.”  Nothing seemed to work and I lived with the promise from the doctor that I would eventually grow out of it.

About five months after I began to wet the bed, it was time for our annual camping trip.  This time, however, we were going to camp with some good friends of the family, the Fredericks.  My parents and the Fredericks had been close friends since high school.  Our families always got together for parties, for cookouts, or just for fun.

Now I had an older sister, Fran and a younger brother, Steve.  The Fredericks also had three children who were about each of our ages.  We were all good friends and liked each other a lot.  My best friend, though, was their daughter Sandy who was the same age as me.  Little did I know just how well Sandy was to get to know me on that campout.  Looking back on the whole camping experience, at the time I was very happy we didn’t all live in the same town.

We left early one Saturday morning near the end of June.  The campground we were going to was about five hours away, so we would have a lot of time after we got there to hike, swim, and just play outdoors.  The families allowed each of us to decide whose car we wanted to ride in.  I chose to ride with Sandy so we could catch up on everything that happened since Christmas.  Sandy was such a good friend, but I never fantasized about her in any sexual sort of way.  I thought of her as just a friend.  Lucky for me.

We talked the whole way to the campground about school, friends, parties and next school year.  It was nice to be able to talk to someone about what mattered to me.  My sister was too old to be interested and my brother too young.  My parents were, well, parents - not really interested in anything that really mattered to a 12 year old.  Both Sandy and I were going into our last year at our middle schools - 8th grade!  What a blast we were going to have!

We got to the campground just before noon.  Our parents reserved campsites right next to each other so we could be together the whole time.  I was really excited to be there and wanted to go exploring immediately.  But I first wanted to make sure everything was right, so I asked my parents if they needed help setting up.  Dad looked at me and must have known what I wanted.  He smiled, looked at Mom, and said I could go and “play.”

“Be careful!” yelled my Mom as Sandy and I ran to explore the familiar trails and forests that surrounded the campground.  Sandy and I had discovered we both had the same likes and dislikes. Although our families had never camped together before this, we  also soon discovered we also both liked the same trails.  The trails led to some of our favorite exploration sites.

Sandy and I spent the rest of the day exploring the forest and the streams.  We both forgot we hadn’t even eaten a bite for lunch and by the time we remembered, it was almost dinner time.  We made our way back to the campsites and found dinner was just about ready.  My brother and sister had gone swimming with Sandy’s brother and sister while our parents made the campsites ready for our two week stay.

We spent the rest of the evening roasting hot dogs and making smores.  I was quite hungry and thirsty from our day in the woods.  As the evening wore on and the sun set, we watched as day turned into night.  The stars came out one by one and Sandy and I sat in our folding chairs enjoying the whole spectacular night unfold.  As we watched the stars come out, we continued to talk until our parents finally told us it was time for bed.

In spite of our protests, we reluctantly said good night with the promise that the next day would bring more adventures.  As I crept into our tent, my sister and brother were already asleep in their sleeping bags.  Fran wouldn’t like if I told anyone this, but she does snore and she was doing a good job on this night.  Steve was off in dreamland as well, so I had no one to talk to as I tried to get to sleep myself. 

As I lay in my bag, I overheard my parents talking with Sandy’s parents.  Now like I said before, I never really thought of Sandy this way, but both of our parents talked about a day when they both agreed such two good friends might eventually get married.  They said such good friends as children either went their separate ways or got married.  They both hoped we would unite our families some day in the future.

Married?  Yuck!!  I am only 12 going on 13.  I haven’t even been to high school yet.  What a disgusting thought. 

But then I began to have some very strange thoughts  I don’t know if it was the night air, or the stars, or what, but I began to think of Sandy in a very different way.  Perhaps....no....not her....wait....no....yes....no....yes....YES!  She was a girl!  A GIRL!  And a very pretty one at that.  What?  Why hadn’t I thought of her that way before. 

As I lay there thinking about it, a wonderful thing happened to me.  For the first time in my life, and quite surprisingly, I got a boner just thinking about a girl.  I got scared at first, then a mixture of fear and happiness, and a lot of confusion.  I had boners before - liked when I woke up from sleeping all night.  But never just lying and thinking.

So, as I drifted off to sleep, fantasies finally took over.  I wanted to dream about Sandy - me and Sandy together - and more than just talking about the night skies.  Wow!  What a rush.  I was never so happy in all my life.

It all came to a crashing end when I awoke to find that I had wet myself during the night and soaked my sleeping bag.

[jamiep]

THE CAMPING TRIP



Chapter 2



I had awakened to find out I had wet myself and my sleeping bag overnight as I slept.  I was mortified!  And this was no mere “wet dream.”  This was a full blown emptying of my bladder as I slept.  Luckily, it looked as if I was the last one to wake up and I was in the tent alone.  How come my nobody else in the tent noticed it?  I smelled it and I certainly felt it.  



Then I remembered all of my clothes were in the back of the van.  Unless I was to come out of the tent stark naked and make a dash for the car, I would come out in my wet pajamas and anyone would notice.  What if Sandy was out there waiting for me to wake up?  What would Sandy think if I came out like this?  To her, I would be the biggest sissy she ever met.  I couldn’t go out like this.



As I lay there pondering my position and possible fate, someone began to unzip the tent door to come in.  I tried to curl up in a ball trying to hide all of the wetness.  I didn’t know who was coming in and feared Sandy was coming to wake me up.  Just then, my Mom popped her head in and looked in my direction.



“Finally awake Mr. Sleepyhead?” she asked.  “You must have been really tired from all the............”



She smelled it.



“Oh my God!  Josh!” she gasped.  “Tell me you didn’t!  Tell me you didn’t!”



“Ssshhhhh!!!” I frantically whispered.



I knew what she meant and there was no hiding it.  I began to cry softly and tell her I didn’t mean it and stuff like that.  She gave me a hug and told me to wait.  She left the tent and quickly returned with some clothes.



“He’s so bashful,” I heard her say to someone outside just before she came in.



Mom helped me out of the bag, handed me a wet washcloth so I could clean myself a little, and gave me a whole change of clothes.  I quickly dressed, but as I did, I was scared of what Mom would do or what she might say.  As she gathered up my wet pajamas and bag, she bundled them up and stashed them in a corner.  Then she motioned for me to exit the tent.



When I got outside, our whole family as well as the Fredericks were sitting at the picnic table just outside our tent .  Everyone was eating something breakfast .  Some were eating cold cereal and others were eating some bakery items.  It seems the parents were all drinking coffee while the kids were all drinking orange juice.



“Can you believe this little guy?” she asked everyone.  “Do you know what he did?”



I hung my head expecting the worst.



“Mom,” I pleaded trying my best to make sad eyes at her.



She waited while everyone listened..........................



“He said he just had to give me a good morning hug,” she said at last.



Everyone laughed as I breathed a sigh of relief.



“He just said he didn’t want anyone else to see it!”



“Aw, mom,” I sighed as I sat down at the table.  



Sandy came over and sat right next to me.  Forgetting all about my recent predicament, we talked about our day.  As we planned the entire day, I caught my Mom and Dad standing by the car by themselves in a very quiet conversation.  Mom stood with her hands on her hips and occasionally pointed in my direction.  She was obviously upset.  I overheard enough to know they were going to make a special trip into town.  The conversation lasted about five minutes, but knowing what it probably was about, it seemed a lot longer.  I was so afraid someone would find out and I would become the campout laughing stock.



“Josh,” Mom finally called,  “come over here a moment, will you?”



I walked over to my Mom and she handed me a large garbage bag.  She asked me to go inside the tent and gather up all of the “garbage.”  I knew what she wanted me to do, so I went into the tent and put the wet ball of sleeping bag and clothes into the garbage bag, pulled the cinch strings tight, and carried the whole load back to my Mom.  With orders to go and have a nice day while she and Dad would quietly clean up my mess, I turned away. after some last minute instructions to my older sister,  she and Dad hopped into the car and left.  As they pulled out and made their way to town, I could tell by my Mom’s actions she was still pretty upset.



Sandy and I spent the rest of the day exploring the woods.  By the time late afternoon arrived, we had retraced our previous day and added a few more “special places” to our list of finds.  Sandy and I  were both interested in our Science classes, so it was fun to try and name the different kinds of trees and bugs we found.   As we made our way back to camp, I had forgotten all about the incident that morning until I saw my Mom.



“About time you two got back,” she said as we arrived at the fireside.



Sandy and I spent another evening roasting weenies and marshmallows for smores while watching the stars come out.  But a little earlier than the night before, our parents called us both in to get to sleep.  I gave Sandy an awkward hug as she headed for her tent and I headed for mine.  As I arrived at the tent’s door, my Mom was holding something in her hand.



“I think you should wear this tonight,” she whispered.  “I don’t want another experience like today.”



I looked down as she held out her hand.  I could not believe my eyes when I saw that she was holding what looked like a disposable baby diaper.

[jamiep]

THE CAMPING TRIP



Chapter 3



“Mom,” I yelled. “No way!”



Mom stood there holding a disposable diaper she expected me to wear.  I knew I had wet my sleeping bag last night and Mom had threatened to do this when I had wet my bed at home, but I never believed she’d go through with it.  I mean, not here, not in public.  I’d be humiliated.  Would she do that to her son?



“Lower your voice, young man,” she calmly replied.  “Look, it won’t be so bad.  Go to the bathroom, take a shower, get into your jammies and meet me back here at the picnic table.  I’ll help you.”



“But Mom,” I began to protest,



“Josh,” she continued, “I spent three hours and ten dollars in a laundry mat today cleaning your pee soaked sleeping bag.  I thought we wouldn’t be able to get the smell out, but you got lucky.  I am not going to go through that again.  At least if you wet overnight, you’ll just wet your diapers instead of your sleeping bag.”



“But.......”



“Josh, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.  It will be your choice.”



Mom usually got her way and I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk my way out of it.  I began to walk to the bathroom in the campground and turned to make one more plea, but Mom’s glare stopped me from talking.  



“Yes, Ma’am.”



I got to the bathroom, took a quick shower and got my pajamas on.  Then I put my dirty clothes in the laundry bag, brushed my teeth and slowly walked backed to our campsite.  I wasn’t sure if Mom was kidding or not and I feared who else might see.  I mean, she wouldn’t really make her 12 year old son really wear diapers just like a baby.  It wasn’t my fault I wet the bed - our doctor told her I couldn’t help it and I would eventually grow out of it.  She wouldn’t............would she?  I soon found out.   When I got to the picnic table next to the ten, my Mom, my Dad and - OH NO - my sister Fran were all waiting for me.



“About time,” Fran giggled.



“Mom,” I cried, “why is she here?”



“In case we’re gone one night with the Fredericks,” she replied, “Fran will babysit you and Steve.  She’ll have to know what to do.”



“Yeah, Joshie,” Fran teased, “I’ll be babysitting the new baby!”



“That’s enough, Fran, “ my Dad scolded.  At least one person was on my side.



“Now up on the table,” said my Mom.



Mom patted the table top with her hand.  I knew by Fran’s constant giggling what that meant.  My Mom was going to diaper me like a baby right there on the picnic table.



“Better do as your mother says,” my Dad said softly.



“But Dad,” I pleaded, “I won’t wet again.  I promise.  Not my bed, not my sleeping bag, never.  I promise.”



“Josh,” my Mom said calmly, “up on the table.”



“No. Please. I promise.”



“Josh................”



“Mom, please don’t make me wear a diaper,” I whispered pleadingly.  “I promise I’ll never do it again”



“Josh!”



“Mom,. please....”



“UP NOW!”



Defeated, I slowly got up on the table and my Mom told me to lay down.  She then told me to lift my butt and she pulled down my pajama bottoms.  She might still be my Mom, but I was thoroughly embarrassed.  I began to cry.  While still holding my butt in the air, she slid the disposable diaper under me rear.  Then she picked up a bottle of baby powder and began to sprinkle it generously all over my crotch area.



“If you do wet yourself,” Mom softly said, “at least you won’t get diaper rash.”



Finishing her powdering, she then pulled the rest of the diaper between my legs and fastened the tapes tightly and securely.  Then she pulled my pajama bottoms back up and ran her fingers around my waist making sure everything was nice and neat.  I was told to stand and once again, Mom made sure the diaper was securely fastened and my bottoms were up and in place.



“Now,” my Mom said as she patted my now diapered rear, “go to sleep and try to stay dry.”



“Mom,” I began one final plea, “don’t make me wear this.  I promise I won’t wet my sleeping bag tonight.”



“You promise?” she asked.



I nodded hoping she was only kidding and I wouldn’t have to wear this thing.  Then she turned me around so I faced the tent, patted my rear again and gently pushed me towards the tent door.



“Then don’t wet your diapers!” she whispered.



“Nighty night, Joshie,” my sister cooed.



I sadly entered our tent, sat down on my sleeping bag, and wondered just how my mother could be so cruel.  The doctor had told her that bedwetting was normal for some kids and that most children grow out of it very quickly.  He also told her that punishment should NOT be the path she follows.



But here I was, diapered like a baby, and ready for beddybye.  I began to curse my mother quietly to myself.  I thought to myself what would be next?  A pacifier?  Bottle feedings?  Diapers 24/7?  Public changes?  I suddenly hated my mother.  And how could my father go along with it?  Was he that much of a spineless wimp?



Then, to my horror, I remembered I didn’t pee when I had gone to take a shower.  And it wasn’t just peeing that I had to do.

[jamiep]

THE CAMPING TRIP



Chapter 4



“Asleep yet, Joshie?” my sister sang as she entered the tent, “Need a hug, or maybe a Huggie?”



“No,” I replied.



“Well, why don’t you crawl in your bag and get some sleep.  If you’re good, I’ll ask Mommy to get you a Teddy Bear and a pacifier so you can feel like the little baby  you are.”



“Shutup, Fran.  Leave me alone or else!”



She just giggled.



“It’s hard to be a tough guy while you’re wearing diapers, ain’t it?” she asked.  Then laughing, she crawled into her sleeping bag and mercifully fell asleep.



I finally crawled into my sleeping bag and tried to fall asleep.  Even though I had to pee, I told myself I could hold it - all night if I had to.  I was NOT going to do it in the diapers.  I had been having such a good day until now.  Sandy.  SANDY?  Oh my God!  I hadn’t thought about her at all.  Then it all hit me and I just cried into my pillow.



I didn’t know how long I had been lying there trying to sleep, but it seemed like an hours even though it was probably a few minutes.  The urge to pee was growing stronger and so was the need to poo.  It was starting to get painful, but I tried to hold on.  Then I thought I should just get up and walk to the bathroom.  Stupid me!  Just get up and walk to the bathroom, you idiot!  Why hadn’t you thought of that before?



Now the usual practice was for my parents to stay up quite late talking either to each other or with friends like the Fredericks.  Most of the time, they would enjoy drinks and snacks, they might play cards or dice games, and just have a lot of fun.  I could hear them talking as they sat around the fire.  It was just the two of them discussing whether or not they were doing the right thing with me.  I wanted to scream out loud “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”



I couldn’t take it anymore, so I crawled out of my bag, unzipped the tent fly, and began to crawl out of the tent.  I had gotten out and stood up when my Mom had walked over to me.



“What’s the matter?” she asked.



“I have to go to the bathroom!”



“What?”



“I have to go - bad!”



“Why didn’t you go when you took a shower?”



“I didn’t have to go then.”



“Well, take a flashlight.”



I grabbed a flashlight from the picnic table and started to run to the bathroom.   The campground bathroom is a large one with several showers, sinks and bathroom stalls as well as urinals in the men’s room.  At least that’s what I guessed since I had never been in the ladies room.  When I got to the bathroom, I quickly found a stall, managed to pull down the diaper after ripping the tapes off and made it on the seat just as I exploded.  It was a lucky thing, too.  I don’t think I could have lasted a minute longer.



It felt so good to finally let go and I thanked my lucky stars I had made it just in time.  The diaper was ruined, so after I was done, I stuffed it as far down in the garbage can as far as I could.  I was glad, too.  No more diapers for me.  I learned my lesson.  I will never wet the bed again.  So I walked back to the tent and Mom was waiting for me at the table.



“Feel better?”



“Yeah.  Thanks, Mom.”



“Where’s your diaper,” she asked after patting my rear and finding out I was no longer wearing it.



“I, uh, threw it away.”



“Why?”



“I ripped it trying to get it off so I could, you know, do it in the toilet.”



“Well, back on the table young man.”



“Why?”



“Just in case.”



“In case what?”



“In case you wet again?  That’s the whole reason for the diapers, remember?  Back on the table.”



“But...”



“No buts,” she answered as she got another diaper.



Mom gave me that look and I hopped up on the table.  She put a new diaper on me, taped me up in it again, and I crawled back into the tent and into my bag.  I was a bit more relaxed, now, though.  I had kind of accepted my fate and although I still hated it, at least no one else knew about it.  And so, even though it felt weird to be wearing a diaper, I finally managed to fall asleep feeling okay about everything.



Until I awoke the next morning and realized I had wet the diaper overnight.

[jamiep]

THE CAMPING TRIP



Chapter 5



“Josh,”  I heard my Mom call, “Wake up and come out for some breakfast.”



“Uh, yeah,”  I answered.  “Uh, just a minute.”



I wasn’t sure what to do.  I knew no matter what I did, my Mom would eventually find out what happened.  I had wet myself - and while wearing a diaper like a baby!   I cursed myself for having no control over it either.  I was embarrassed every time I wet my bed.  I was humiliated when I wet my sleeping bag.  And now, I had wet my diaper.   I wondered, what next?



“Josh,”  my Mom called again, “ are you coming or not?”



“Yeah,” I answered, “I’m coming.”



Swallowing what little pride I had left, I got out of my sleeping bag.  I realized that I couldn’t hide what happened, so I knew I had to go and face the music, so to speak.  I slowly opened the tent flap and made my way to the picnic table.  I sat down, grabbed a bowl for cereal, poured some frosted flakes and milk, and dug in.  I squirmed a little in an uncomfortable, pee-soaked diaper, but I managed to continue to eat.  



Everyone was quietly eating their own breakfast and I felt a little lucky about myself.  Did my Mom forget I was wearing the diaper?  Maybe she did and I might get away with it.  I quickly finished my bowl of cereal figuring if I got my clothes and got dressed fast, I could dispose of the evidence and no one would know.  I then dashed to the car, grabbed some clothes for the day, and announced I was going to get dressed and find Sandy.



“Just a minute, young man,” my Mom called after me as I began to dash to the bathroom.



“What?” I protested.  “I want to go play.”



“Not until I check you out,” replied my Mom.  “Did you forget what you’re wearing? I know I haven’t.”



“Oh yeah,” I lied, “I forgot all about it.  I’m okay.  You want me to save this one for tonight?”



“I want to check you out first.”



“Why?  I told you I’m okay.” I said and turned to head to get dressed.



“Come back here now,” my Mom ordered.



“But, Mom, I promised Sandy we could go out early.”



“Josh”  Are you trying to hide something?



“No..........”



“Then get over here....NOW!!!!”



I slowly turned around and walked back towards my Mom.  Most of me wanted to just run to the bathroom where my Mom wouldn’t go, tear off the wet diaper, and get away with it.  But there was a small part of me that  feared my Mom more and that part won out.  It was time to beg forgiveness - or whatever it would take to appease her.



“Pull your pajama bottoms down,” my Mom ordered.



“I’m sorry....,” I said as I began to sob, “I don’t know how it happened.”



“Pull your pajama bottoms down this instant!”



I did as ordered bending down to lower my bottoms to my ankles.  As I stood up, I looked around to see if anyone else would notice a soon to be eighth grade boy standing there wearing a diaper.  A stranger seeing me was bad enough, but I looked in the direction of Sandy’s tent to make sure she couldn’t see me.  I would have been more than just thoroughly humiliated.  Luckily, no one was stirring yet at her tent.



It was very plain that the diaper was soaked.  There was a definite color difference in the front of the diaper.  I saw the look in my Mom’s eyes when she noticed the wet spot.  I could tell she was a little more than angry and disappointed.



“Well I never!”  she exclaimed.  “My young man has turned back into my little baby boy.”



“I’m..........sorry, Mom.  I.....don’t.....know how it happened,”  I said through sobs.  



“Honey,” my Dad started in, “I don’t think he should be standing here like this.  Let him go and get dressed.”



“Not until I give him what he’s been asking for,” she steamed.



And with that, she grabbed me, dragged me to the table, pushed me over onto the table top, pulled down the diaper, and began to spank me for all she was worth.  Squirming and stomping, I tried to get away, but my Mom seemed to have a strength I never knew she had.  She was able to hold me in place and even though she was using only her bare hand, every blow hurt as if it was a wooden paddle.  Finally, she stopped.  Bawling and sniffling, I was ordered to pull up my wet diapers and go take a shower.  But I was then told to come back and my Mom would dress me.  Looking at my Mom, there was a fury in her eyes I had never seen before and I knew it was not a time to protest.



After pulling up my diaper and my pajama bottoms, I started to walk towards the bathroom when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sandy.  She was standing outside her tent and looking in my direction.  How much had she seen?  How much had she heard?  How could I face her ever again?

[jamiep]

THE CAMPING TRIP



Chapter 6



I made it to the campground bathroom to change out my pajamas and diapers.  Luckily, there was no one around and I managed to get undressed without anyone seeing me.  Since Mom was going to dress me when I got back, I just took a shower, put on my bathrobe, and slowly walked back to our campsite.  Fearing the worst, I tried to look strong, but seeing the table set with wet wipes, a bottle of baby powder, and a fresh diaper to wear, I began to bawl like a true baby.



“Why, Mom?” I cried, “why?”



“Why what?” she asked rather as if she didn’t really care.



“I’m not going to have to wear a diaper all day, am I?”



“Why not?” she replied.



“Why not?  Why not?  Are you serious?”



“Yes, I am serious!”



“But Mom,” I began to protest, “I’m not some sort of freak, you know.”



“Oh really? Who wet his sleeping bag the night before?  And who has been wetting the bed for some time now?  And who wet his own little diaper last night just like a little baby, hmmm?”



“Elaine,” my Dad interrupted, “I think you’re going a bit too far here.”



“Well I’m sorry,” my Mom answered, “but your way wasn’t working.  He’ll grow out of it, you said.  He’ll be fine, you said.  And now he’s wetting diapers like a little baby boy.  Maybe if he likes wetting his diapers overnight, he’ll enjoy wetting and messing them all day as well.”



“Now Elaine..........,” began my Dad.



“No!” insisted my Mom.  “I’m going to treat him like the baby he wants to be.  I’m sick and tired of washing his sheets every night, his clothes every night, and now his sleeping bag every night!  If he likes to wet himself so much, he can do it in a diaper until he learns how to control himself!”



“But Elaine, the doctor said........,” my Dad pleaded.



“To hell with the doctor.  He doesn’t come over and do my laundry. “



“Elaine, be reasonable,” continued my Dad.  At least someone was in my corner.



“Jeff, we discussed this last night.  Let’s do this my way for a while.”



“Fine, have it your way.”



“Dad!?!??!” I screamed.



“Better do as your mother says, son,” my Dad said as he looked beaten.  What a wimp, I thought.



“Get up here on the table, Josh,” my Mom ordered.



Knowing I wasn’t going to win this battle, I climbed on the table.  Mom told me to lie down while she opened my robe.  I tried to keep it closed, but she slapped my hands away.  Laying the sides of my robe flat out under my backside, other than my arms still being in the sleeves, I was more or less left naked to the morning air.  Then Mom took out some wet wipes and began to wash my groin area.  I turned my head away not able to look my Mom in her eyes anymore.  How could she do this to me?  I began to cry.



As she finished, she took a diaper and told me to lift my butt.  I hesitated, got “the look” and then I did as she ordered as she slid the diaper under my rear.  Before she taped up the sides, though, she applied a liberal dose of powder telling me it would help me to avoid diaper rash.  Then she taped the diaper securely around my waist and told me to stand up on the ground.  When I did, she removed my robe and threw it on the table before I was able to react.  Mom told me to stand right where I was while she went to get some clothes for me to wear for the day.  I stood there all alone wearing only a diaper.  



By this time of the morning, a few more people were stirring and walking through the campground.  A few adults stopped and stared for a moment shaking their heads as they walked on.  A few kids stopped,  ran over to our table, pointed at me and laughed hysterically.  My Dad told them to get away and covered me with the robe my Mom had left on the table.



I kept looking over at Sandy’s tent hoping all the while she would never see me this way.  I was surprised that no one was stirring at their campsite and started to relax.  Maybe she didn’t see the spanking incident earlier, but what did she see?  And where was she now?  Did she go back to sleep?  And where was the rest of the family?



“Mommy,” my little brother Steve asked breaking the silence, “why is Josh wearing a diaper?”



I had forgotten all about my sister and brother.



“Because he wants to,” my sister chimed.



“I do not!” I protested.



“Leave him alone, you two,” said my Dad.



“Dad,” I begged, “please don’t make me........”



“Josh,” he answered, “I think it’s best to do as your mother says.”



She finally came over with some clothes for me to wear, but as I went to grab them, she pulled away and just stared.  I got the point and slowly got back on the table.  As my brother and sister and a few of the surrounding campers looked on from a distance, my Mom finished dressing me, including the tying my shoes.



“Okay, young man,” my Mom began, “ here’s how it will be.  For the next few days, you will wear diapers like the baby you want to be.  And I will expect you to use your diapers for their intended purpose!”



“Mom.......”



“And if you don’t, we’ll just extend your stay in the diapers and keep you here in the campsite just to be sure.”



“But.................”



“Maybe this way, you’ll get the idea and stop wetting yourself at night.  Now go and play.  Sandy’s waiting.”



To my horror, I turned to look where my Mom was pointing, there stood Sandy.  I don’t know how long she was standing there, but I was sure she saw and heard everything.  Mom patted my diapered rear as she pushed me in Sandy’s direction.  I stopped, turned around to my Mom with pleading tear-filled eyes, only to be told to go and play.



“And one more thing,” Mom said shouted as I walked slowly away.  “Be back around noon so I can change your diaper if it’s wet or dirty.”



I stopped in my tracks, turned and looked at my Mom in disbelief.  Then I looked at Sandy who was looking around as if to avoid direct eye contact with me.  That I know she heard.  I was so humiliated, I just started to run through the woods in no particular direction.



“Josh, wait for me,” Sandy yelled after me as I continued to run and she gave chase.  “Please wait.”

[jamiep]

THE CAMPING TRIP

Chapter 7

I wanted to run as far away from my parents, my family and my life as I could.  And I didn’t care what would happen.  My Mom was dressing me in diapers because of my bedwetting.  My Dad was backing my Mom’s weird punishment.   My brother and sister were making fun of me.  And now even strangers and friends had seen me wearing diapers.  What kind of life was this?

“Josh,” called Sandy from a distance, “please wait for me!  Please!”

I wanted nothing to do with her, either.  My newest best friend obviously knew I was wearing a diaper and that my Mom had ordered me to wet and mess myself.  What would all of my friends back at school say to me when this news finally gets back to them?  How could I ever show my face in school again?

I ran for a good distance, but finally gave out and collapsed on the ground crying hysterically.  I don’t remember everything I was saying, but I am sure I cursed almost anyone I was related to or knew well.  I kept asking out loud why and why me?  What had I done to deserve any of this?

“Not a thing,” rang out a familiar voice. 

It was Sandy.  She had caught up with me a silently crept up to where I was.  She had knelt down next to me, put her hand on my shoulder, and tried to comfort me.  Her touch was a bit startling. I jumped to my feet and began to run away again.

“Josh,” she called out after me.  “Stop!  Listen to me!  Please!”

I kept running.

“I know how you feel!” she called out loud.

I stopped, angry as I had ever been, and turned back towards her determined to tell her off.

“You understand, do you?  You know how I feel?  How can you say that?”

“Josh, please......”

“Leave me alone!  You don’t understand anything!”

“Yes, I do!”

It started to come out in a torrent.  I don’t know why, but everything I had been holding back just let loose and I began yelling at Sandy.

“Oh yeah?  How would you feel if you began wetting your bed and you were twelve years old, huh?  And you didn’t know why or how. huh?  And so your Mom and Dad just yell at you, calling you names like peepot, sissy, baby boy blue, and all sorts of dumb stuff.  Then they start saying they’re gonna put you in diapers ‘cuz you’re acting like a baby.  You say you understand?  Then they take you to a doctor and he checks you all out asking a lot of stupid questions like have I started masturbating or having sex which might explain my lack of control.  And then he tells your parents I’ll grow out of it and stuff, but the bedwetting never stops - how would you feel?”

“I just wanted to say........”

“And then you go on a family campout and after you wet once, your Mom puts you in diapers.  DIAPERS!!!!  Like a little baby!  And then you wet your pants while wearing a diaper, so your Mom and Dad make you wear diapers ALL FREAKING DAY LONG - HOW WOULD YOU FEEL?”

“Josh, I understand.”

I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped the fly, and pulled down my pants so she could see the diaper I was wearing.

“You understand this?  My Mom says I gotta pee and poop all day in these ‘cuz she says I’m acting like a baby.  How could you possibly understand anything like that?  Just leave me alone!  Please go away.”

I pulled my pants back up as Sandy turned to leave.  She stopped, turned around and walked close in to me.  She put her hand on my shoulder and smiled.  Was she going to start making fun of me, too?

“I want to show you something,” she said softly.

“I said go away and leave me alone.”

She stepped back and told me to look at her.  She unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped the fly, and dropped her pants to her thighs.  I couldn’t believe it, but there it was - the reason she understood so well.

Sandy was wearing diapers, too.