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Following on from my other letter about my bed wetting causing me to be kept in nappies a lot by my mother I thought I'd recount the first time I was sent to stay over with another bed wetting boy the same age as me from the church we attended. I have also done four little illustrations to go with the story, as I'm trying to get back into my art after a break of a good few years and I thought it would be a fun thing to do. One Sunday after church my mother told me that she had arranged for me to stay overnight at the house of another boy that went to our church. It was OK my mother explained, because she had been speaking to his mother and found out the he was also a bed wetter too and wore nappies at night. The boy in question was called Nathan and although he was also twelve, the same age as me, he went to a different school than I did, so I only really knew him through church. I all ways likened him to "Walter the Softy" from the "Dennis the Menace" strip in "The Beano" comics. He was a quiet, pleasant and nice enough boy, but he always came across to me as being a bit of a drippy weakling. He seemed quite firmly under his mothers thumb and there didn't seem to be even the faintest streak of rebellion in him. By contrast he had a ten year old sister called Kara who came across as being quite confident, if a little smug and precocious with it. His mother unfortunately suffered from Multiple Sclerosis but that didn't seem to stop or in any way diminish her ability to be a rather strict and domineering mother. Which I suppose she had to be, because his father worked away from home for long periods, usually months at a time. The times that I did meet him however, he seemed almost as timidly as Nathan was. There was no mistaking that Nathan's mother definitely ruled the roost in their home. On the day I went to stay Nathan's father was away at the time but at the house instead was a friend of Nathan's sister who was also staying over for the night. Like his sister, her friend also seemed to be a rather smug precocious little girl. I didn't see much of the two girls throughout the day except at lunch time, as us two boys and the two girls pretty much spent the day playing separately in the brother's and sister's rooms. After dinner we all sat down to watch TV in the big downstairs lounge. The two girls and the mother sat on the sofa whilst Nathan and I ended up on the floor. At about quarter to eight Nathan's mother decided it was time for us to all get ready for bed. The two girls seemed rather excited about that and giggled excitedly. It seemed a little early to me as I was used to being allowed to stay up until nine or sometimes even half nine if there was something good on the telly. Nathan's mother then disappeared off and came back in the lounge carrying a neatly folded large thick blanket, on top of which was a big bottle of talc and baby lotion, a couple of still folded disposable nappies and two pairs of milky white soft plastic pants. Nathan's mother told the two girls to go up and get changed into their nighties whilst she laid out the big thick fluffy blanket on the floor. With excited little laughs and giggles the two girls raced up stairs quick as a flash. By the time Nathan's mother had finished laying out the blanket on the floor the two girls raced back into the lounge in their nighties and leapt back onto the sofa and began to eagerly watch the scene before them. Only then did the reality of the situation suddenly get through to me that Nathan's mother was going to change us boys both into our overnight nappies right there and then in the lounge and in front of the two girls. Once Nathan's mother finished laying out the blanket and had neatly arranged the bottles of talc and lotion, and the nappies and plastic pants, she casually turned around to Nathan and me and asked us to undress down to our underpants and vests and lie down on the blanket. Nathan who was obviously used to this routine started to undress right away. I however was a bit hesitant as I was still in a little bit of shock about having to undress in front of the girls. Nathan's mother snapped at me rather sternly however to hurry up and get a move on, which got me into gear straight away. My face must have gone bright red as I undressed down to my underpants and vest as it felt so humiliating to have to expose my underwear to the two girls. As it was the 80's Nathan and I both wore those cheap nylon y-fronts and vests that were so popular then. Nathan was wearing a pair of y-fronts with a matching vest that were brown with a biscuit coloured trim. Similarly I was wearing a light blue vest that had a dark blue trim, however something I'll never forget was that my y-fronts were those 70's style blue paisley print nylon ones with a light blue trim. I remember being ever so embarrassed by the bright flowery paisley print on them which I always thought was a rather sissy pattern for boy's underpants. But my mother liked them as she always remarked about what a pretty little boy I looked in them when she dressed me in the mornings. The girls of course were very much enjoying the sight of us two boys getting undressed in front of them, and our obvious discomfort, and sat there on the sofa giggling merrily away at us. I remember my heart beating ten to the dozen and I felt almost faint and dizzy, when hands trembling I undid and lowered down my brown corduroy trousers. The sight of my blue paisley print y-fronts brought on an extra little chorus of laughter from the girls, and a hot flush coursed through my cheeks. Nathan's mother ignored the two girls, instead keeping her attention on us two boys, making sure we were neatly folding our clothes as we took them off and put them down in a neat little pile. Once we were both laid down next to each other side by side in our underpants and vests on the big changing blanket, Nathan's mother made us put our hands behind our heads and sternly told us to keep them there until she had finished. Then she began to change us into our nappies production line style. I was first in the line and Nathan's mother pulled my vest out of my underpants and up to my chest. Then she grabbed the waist band on my underpants either side and swiftly pulled them off. She then held my y-fronts up in front of me and neatly folded them in half before putting them with the rest of my clothes. After my underpants were off she then went over and did the same with Nathan. Of course the girls were in hysterics at the sight of us two boys lying there with our little boy's privates now on full display. My head was spinning as I was so pumped up with humiliation and excitement that it all seemed so unreal to me. It was a good job I was lying down as I'm sure I would have fallen over otherwise. Next I was ask to lift my legs in the air, upon doing which I heard Nathan's mother squirt a load of baby lotion onto her hand. I then suddenly felt the cold lotion being rubbed in all over my bottom and my private area. After that was quickly rubbed in I was told to lower my legs again, after doing which I felt her hands move them apart slightly. Again there was the sound of another squirt, soon followed by the feeling of the cool lotion being rubbed in all around between my legs. She didn't spare my blushes either and made sure it was properly rubbed in all over my little boys bits. The girls of course found that most amusing seeing my little boys bits bob about as Nathan's mothers hand thoroughly rubbed in the lotion. Next up Nathan of course had his lotion rubbed in and then it was back to me for a sprinkle of talc around my bottom and between my legs again. Once we both had a thorough rub down with lotion and a good talcing Nathan's mother flipped out the two disposable nappies and placed one under each of us. Then going from one of us to the other she pulled up the sides of the nappies and tightly fastened the tapes over the front of them. Once the nappies were on she then pulled on a pair of the milky white plastic pants over them and pulled our vests back down to our waists. Then that was that, both us two boys were now snugly and firmly in our nappies. Although the whole experience of being changed in front of the girls was extremely humiliating at first, I tried to quickly switch off to the embarrassment and I soon accepted my lot. I could see that this sort of thing was probably a regular occurrence for Nathan, judging how he quite readily and meekly just accepted the situation. It felt rather odd to be sat on the floor and now dressed in nappies and plastic pants in front of the two younger girls up on the sofa. Despite the fact the Nathan and I was each two years senior over the girls, our age didn't seem to count for anything and we were very definitely treated as the minors of the group. Whilst the girls sat up on the sofa and got hot chocolate to drink out of proper mugs as we watched the television, Nathan and I were given big cups of plain warm milk in large plastic beakers. Nathan's mother had folded the large changing blanket into a much smaller rectangular square on which we both had to cuddle up next to each other to get on as we lay down on the floor. Although it felt rather odd to be lay there on the floor snuggled up in my nappies next to another boy in his, and in front of two girls who were our juniors, it did feel very cosy and for some reason it felt oddly right that we were treated like little baby boys. By the time Nathan's mother told us two boys that it was time for us to go to bed at around half past eight, I did indeed feel very sleepy and tired. Perhaps the emotional stress of the humiliation at being changed in front of the girls must have worn me out. Nathan's mother led us both upstairs to his bedroom where we were sharing his bed, and undressed us out of our vests and socks that we were still wearing. Dressed only in our nappies and plastic pants we both got into Nathan's bed and cuddled up together as we were tucked in by his mother. I don't know what time the girls were sent up to bed because soon after being tucked in I must have fallen fast asleep. | ||
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We both awoke slowly the next morning and the guilty looks on both our faces told each other that we had both soaked our nappies during the night. Nathan's mother didn't come up to see how we were, like I thought she might but instead called us downstairs from the kitchen where she had breakfast prepared. We put on our vests and both waddled down the stairs to the kitchen in our now soggy nappies. Nathan's mother didn't seem at all surprised at the sight of our plastic pants drooping and sagging between our legs as we walked in the kitchen. Of course the two girls were already seated at the kitchen table still in their nighties and had a quick giggle at the state of our soggy nappies. After breakfast the two girls went up to change into their day clothes and we two boys were made to help dry the dishes as Nathan's mother washed up. After we helped wash up Nathan's mother told us to go and get undressed out of our vests and plastic pants and wait outside the upstairs bathroom in our nappies. We duly did as we were told and stood to attention against the wall in the corridor outside the bathroom door, dressed only in our soggy nappies. The girls upon hearing us in the corridor came out of their room now dressed in their day clothes to inspect the pair of us stood against the wall. Of course they giggled and laughed at the pair of us. "Look they really have wet their nappies!" I remember the friend of Nathan's sister exclaiming with astonished laughter. "You see! I told you boys were really just like big babies." Nathan's sister Kara replied with a look of smug self satisfaction on her face. After which they both tried to work out which of us was the biggest baby by trying to see which one of us had wet his nappy the most, which prompted a close examination of our nappies by the girls. All myself and Nathan could do was stand there with our heads hung low in shame and humiliation and stare at the floor. Eventually upon hearing Nathan's mother coming up the stairs they quickly ran back into their room. Nathan's mother then took us both into the bathroom and quickly got us both out of our soggy nappies, which she then each rolled up into a ball and put into a plastic bin bag she had brought with her. She then stood our two naked bodies in the bathtub, pulled down the shower attachment and began to hose us down with it. The water was very cold at first, and we hugged each other as we trembled and shivered under the cold jet of water. Throughout the shower Nathan's mother just left the bathroom door open and never bothered to shut it. Luckily however we were not visible from the girl's room down the corridor, and the two girls daren't come and sneak a peak at us whilst Nathan's mother was there. After our wash Nathan's mother threw a big towel over the both of us, causing us both to huddle together as his mother rubbed us both dry. Once dry we both pulled the towel tightly around us and quickly scampered down the hall to Nathan's bedroom followed by his mother. Back in Nathan's bedroom after we were clean and dry, his mother then got us dressed up in fresh underpants and vests and I was put in the clean clothes my mother had sent with me. We spent the rest of the day playing as normal but I was a much more meek and docile boy after the previous nights and the mornings goings on. And like Nathan I now accepted my new status in their house hierarchy which was that boys were still just the babies compared to girls, regardless of age. After that weekend I did of course get to spend many more times staying over with Nathan's family and I even spent a week away on holiday with them down by the seaside, which perhaps I'll write about next time. Regards, Charlie Great contribution Charlie and wonderful drawings, you're quite the artist. Nathan's mother's philosophy seems right in line with ours. Auntie Helga | ||