From Hot to Cold -- (Author) MotherFaith

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 9, 2014 at 12:43 PM
Content: Authors notes.
Thank you for reading my story. It has been a long time since I attempted a work of fiction. For many years I have been writing articles and non-fiction. This story is full of clichés and I will not deny it is rather generic. Please do not let this put you off, though, I am using this story as a platform for the main characters to be introduced. I have quite a few original and fantastical ideas for the characters to develop into. I am going for more 'style over substance' in this introduction, but I feel my writing is easy to follow and I look forward to any comments you have, positive or negative. I have been advised to post the story in small sections, it is written already and I will post a small amount every few hours.

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From Hot to Cold: A life changing moment

Michael was wondering when the rain would stop so he could get back outside. It had been lovely weather the few days before and watching the streams of water on the window pain and the drops fall from the tree caused him to sigh. It rained the whole day and Michael found that, as the day ended, it was time to rest and hope tomorrow was sunnier. It was the summer and he hoped to get to the cinema with his friends that week as there were a few films he wanted to see. He was frustrated that his day had been held back by all the rain, and he had played his games console for the most part. Michael turned off his console and prepared for bed.

Michael was always a deep sleeper and as he dropped off he thought of the heavy rain. He soon drifted asleep and, as always, had many dreams. One dream consisted of a waterfall that he was falling down and splashing into the river below, Michael was struggling to swim back up stream towards dry land. He was surrounded by walls of jungle on either side of the river banks and Michael was being dragged under by the strong rapids he was fighting against. He eventually made it to the bottom and found himself in a pool of warm water that was tranquil and comforting. He glided slowly towards the waters edge and climbed out of the pool. Michael was enjoying the now bright sun on his face before the dream ended.

Michael stirred and slowly opened his eyes before rubbing them to release the sleep trapped inside. He was still thinking about his crazy dream then quickly realised something was different and that he did not feel right. Michael felt a little cold under his sheets and there was an odd smell that reminded him of something he could not quite put his fingers on. It was conjuring some distant memories in his mind and he squirmed and shifted his body before finally realising what the matter was. Michael slid his hands under his covers and across his legs and sheets. He could not believe what had happened and in his disbelief threw his covers back towards the end of the bed. He had wet the bed for the first time since he was a little boy. At first he wondered if he was still dreaming but this soon faded and the harsh reality of the situation was brought to a head.

Michael sat in the damp bedding and started running scenarios through his head about the best way to tackle the situation. He started to panic a little and jumped up out of the bed. It was at this point he realised that he was completely soaked and had wet a lot. There was large wet patch right in the middle of the bed and Michael knew he had a real mess on his hands. He thought about when he was little and had the odd accident, it was not such a big deal then as most little children will wet the bed from time to time. It was a different feeling now he was seventeen and he shook his head in further disbelief. Before he could think of a plan his mum called out.

"Michael, darling, I have put some breakfast on. Five minutes!" came the call from the bottom of the stairs.

Michael was still panicking a little and muttered some response that was neither audible or had any sense to it.

"Michael, did you hear me?" he could hear his mum start climbing the stairs, they were made of old wood and creaked to high heaven "Did you hear me, I said?"

"I am awake mum! Five minutes I heard you." Michael spluttered out with a real sense of desperation not to be caught with a wet bed.

"Okay then, see you in a minute."

Michael heard his mum turn toward the staircase and blew a sigh of relief. He quickly grabbed the wet sheets and started rolling them up, he was thinking he would hide them until he could formulate the next part of the plan. Michael was disgusted by the slight smell and wet feeling on the sheets and noticed his hands were now sticky with urine from the accident.

At that moment his mum had remembered that she needed to talk to him about a problem she had noticed with the upstairs toilet. She needed to tell him to use the downstairs one instead. Michael heard his door opening and the next thing he knew his mum had hung a head around the door and was about to explain about the toilet. Instead she saw Michael half shoving bed sheets in the bottom of his closet.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she came fully into the room. She had a confused but inquisitive tone and Michael knew that this was going to be difficult to get out of.

"Err...nothing...just..." Michael could not get any words out and his head dropped as his mum picked up the duvet that was soaked with urine and she noticed the slight smell.

"Why is this all wet Michael, what's going on?" She soon realised that the sheets were covered in urine and was surprised herself "Did you wet the bed?" she asked confused. "Show me those sheets...you have wet the bed haven't you?" She was getting slightly mad at this point but took a breath.

Michael's head dropped and he pulled the sheets from the closet and sat on the end of the bed. His head was hanging with shame and embarrassment and he shrugged as his mum looked on very surprised and taken a back. Michael wanted a hole in the ground to open up so he could jump inside and stop existing. His mum soon shook of the surprise and sat next to Michael on the end of the bed. She realised that she needed to enter concerned mum mode and that getting angry would not solve the situation.

"Don't worry dear," she said putting a hand on his shoulder "it happens sometimes, its just one of those things. Go and have a shower, don't use the upstairs toilet there is a problem with it."

She stood up and told Michael she would have his breakfast ready and get the wet sheets all clean again. As she watched Michael leave the room she thought about how strange it was for her grown son to wet the bed. Maybe there was something troubling him, maybe there was a medical problem, maybe something serious. She put the thoughts out of her mind as she began to gather the sheets. She reassured herself that it was probably nothing as she took the sheets downstairs to the washing machine.

Michael was taking his shower and could not shake the shame of wetting the bed from his head. He tapped his head on the tiled wall as he washed the urine from his body. After his shower and getting dressed Michael went to the kitchen and entered very timidly not knowing what reception he would get from his mum.

"You okay, dear?" she said in her most neutral, yet kind, tone "You did not use the upstairs toilet did you?"

"No, mum, I did not." Michael was frustrated and still embarrassed.

"Well, here is your breakfast, bacon sandwich and some scrambled eggs." she passed the plate over and smiled.

"Thanks, mum."

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 9, 2014 at 3:13 PM
Content: The weather was better today and as Michael put his plate in the dishwasher he thought about meeting up with his friends. He arranged to go to the local cinema to see the latest generic action film and enjoyed the day for the most part. He kept thinking about wetting the bed and when his friends asked if he was okay he shrugged it off. The friends played some pranks at the fountains in the centre of town and splashed each other with the water. Michael and his friends had some burgers and played a few games of pool before going their separate ways. When Michael arrived home his mum was already going to bed and he soon followed suit.

When Michael was ready for bed he noticed the fresh sheets and he would normally have enjoyed these. This time however it reminded him of the accident he had during the previous night and he tossed and turned thinking about it. He did eventually drift into dreamland and as with the previous night the sandman brought him dreams. This time around Michael's dream was set in a water park and he was with his sister and mum. His sister, Eliza, was visiting from university and they were all having a wonderful time in the water. They shot down the flumes and whirled in the whirlpool. They had races in the swimming lanes and Michael showed off by performing cannonballs. Afterwards, they enjoyed their journey home singing old family favourites in the car. It was raining and Michael watched as the drops blew passed and were swept away by the wipers. The dream came to an end as they all arrived home.

Michael was sleeping very deeply when his mum came in to get him up. Normally he would get up early, for a teenager at least, but it was quarter to twelve. His mum had already called him twice but had no response from Michael as he slept. She slowly tapped him on the shoulder and under her breath calmly woke her son.

"Michael, darling, its very late and you are missing a lovely day outside." she said quietly.

Michael stirred as he awoke from his slumber. He was still dazing and was about to rub his eyes before he realised his mum was there.

"Oh! Hi mum."

"Its really late already, i'll get you something to eat." she responded.

It was at this moment that Michael noticed the same feeling that he had when he woke up the day previously. In the same instance his mum noticed the slight smell of urine again as she had before. As Michael looked up at her not knowing what to do or say, she slowly lifted his duvet up half way and saw the huge wet patch under and around his midriff.

"I cannot believe this...you have had an accident again...Oh my god, I cannot believe this."

Michael's mum was slighty shocked and ordered Michael out of the bed. As with before Michael went to take a shower and his mum gathered up the sodden sheets. As she put the items in the washing machine, it dawned on her that this was not normal and something had to be wrong with her son. When Michael came downstairs and sheepishly into the kitchen his mum had prepared some food as promised. She sat down on the table with him.

"Look," she started "you have had two accidents in a row, one you can write off as one of those things, but two."

She put her hand out and gently stroked Michael's forearm as a sign of affection.

"Is everything okay, any problems I should know about? Do you feel ill?" she asked calmly.

"No mum," replied Michael "everything is fine...there is nothing wrong."

"No problems at college or with your friends or anything?" she continued.

"Mum, nothing is wrong, everything is normal."

She had been thinking that because of the accidents it would be a good idea to see the doctor. She had thought it may be to soon for a visit to the doctors but she was very worried and felt that she needed to take control. There was nothing worse for Michael's mother then not being able to resolve a problem and visiting the doctor was the only thing she could think of. She was running many thoughts about how these accidents had started but kept coming to dead ends. Michael was not happy with this but did not really have a leg to stand on. His mum held all the cards and if he put up a fight he knew it would make matters much worse.

Michael's mum hoped a trip to the doctor would shed some light on why he had started wetting the bed. She called the surgery after she had finished some housework, including sorting out the wet sheets. She was left on hold for quite a while and found this strange as it had never happened before. Once the call was answered it was clear there were problems at the surgery. One of the doctors was off sick and it meant that there would be a long wait for non-emergency patients to be seen. Michael's mum was told that the next appointment would be in ten days time. She pleaded her case with the receptionist but bed wetting was not an emergency and the appointment would have to wait. She was very frustrated by this and after ending the call thought about what to do. It was not ideal to be washing sheets for the next ten days if Michael continued to wet the bed. Hopefully it would have cleared itself up by then, but Michael's mum was always consciences and needed to take steps to help the problem in the anyway she could. She did not think it wise to just let things be and started to ponder the best way forward.

Meanwhile Michael was playing on his games console and was wondering about having to visit the doctor. He knew how embarrassed he would be and that his mum would make matters worse when they were in the the surgery. Although he had his misgivings, Michael knew that it was probably for the best as he did not want to continue wetting the bed. He played his game for a while before heading downstairs for a drink, his mum was just getting ready to go out.

"Hey, sweetie, I am heading out to the supermarket. Do you need anything?" Michael's mum asked.

"I would love a doughnut, please!" Michael replied, it was the best thing that had happened to him all day. He really liked them and knew his mum was trying to make him feel better.

"Okay," Michael's mum said "also I spoke to the surgery and there is some bad news on that front. We can't get an appointment for ten days. But I'll talk to you about that later, right now I gotta get going."

She left in a hurry grabbing her handbag and shopping list from the table. Michael was left with the realisation that his problems may continue for longer then he anticipated. He thought it would be one quick trip to the doc to get some medication and then the nightmare would be finished. Now he faced the prospect of having to wake up with wet sheets for another ten days. He shook the horrible thought from his mind and got his drink. As he went back upstairs he thought about his situation and if there was anything he could do to help it.

Once back upstairs Michael stopped his game and decided to go on the internet to try and find some advice to help his situation. He found many websites concerning bed wetting and there were many helpful hints. One he took away was to stop drinking fizzy drinks, as the general consensus was that this did not help. He also noticed that slowing down his intake of fluids before bedtime was useful. Michael was glad he had some practical advice and hoped that if tried these techniques he could stop the night wettings. As he closed his computer down he spilt his drink over his desk and was not able to stop the drink going over the edge like a waterfall. It was pineapple juice and it was sticking to the surface as he moped it up with a towel. The yellow sticky liquid reminded him of waking up wet that morning and this soured his mood.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 9, 2014 at 9:50 PM
Content: Michael spent the rest of the afternoon avoiding his usual intake of cola cans and made sure he was not guzzling drinks. His mother came back from shopping and he heard her pottering around downstairs. They enjoyed dinner together and Michael explained to his mum what he had read on-line, she was impressed he had taken proactive steps to try and help the situation.

"Well hopefully you can take control of it before we get to the doctor." she said with a smile.

"Hopefully," he responded "did you get a doughnut for me? It would be nice to have after dinner."

"Yes, dear, I did." she looked at her son and took a breath "I wanted to talk to you about the accidents you have been having, as well."

Michael looked at her as she started to clear the plates away. She was nervous and felt awkward but knew she had to deal with the situation.

"As we cannot get to the doctors for a while, I feel that we need to do what we can in the meantime." she started.

"Yeah, sure mum, that's why I went on-line." Michael answered.

"I know, sweetie, but I thought that we may be able to do a little more to contain the situation."

"What do you mean contain?" Michael asked with a shrug.

"Well...I was looking for a temporary solution...um...I saw in the supermarket they sold...protection, for people that have accidents."

Michael's mum was struggling to find the right words, the last thing she wanted was to upset her son. He had been very grown up about the whole situation thus far. She had a slightly worried look and waited for a response.

"Protection...I don't understand, what do you mean?" Michael asked confused.

Michael's mum put the plates down on the kitchen surface, and asked him to follow her out of the kitchen and into the hallway. His mum headed towards a bag that she had left by the stairs. Normally Michael's mum would leave the bathroom items, such as shower gel and toilet rolls, by the stairs before they were taken up. There was usually only one bag but now there were two. She grabbed the second one and pulled out a square package and held it up.

"What is that?" Michael asked with a disgruntled look.

"They are pants for you to wear at night, they will stop you waking up with wet sheets." she explained. His head dropped a little and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks.

"There is nothing to be worried about, these will help." she continued.

"I don't want to wear them, mum. I don't need them." he countered.

Michael's mum put the package back in the bag and tried to hug her son to reassure him. He pulled back and turned away abruptly. He felt angry and his mum tried to hold his hands.

"Get off me." he said quite angrily.

Michael's mum was also feeling frustrated and decided that she needed to take the upper hand. She did not want to have to put her foot down but she also did not want to have to wash wet sheets for the next ten days.

"Listen, young man." her tone was stern now and Michael realised she meant business "You will wear these, and I do not want any dramas about it. Now take these to your room!"

Michael reluctantly snatched the bag from his mum and started to climb the stairs towards his room. His mum stood at the bottom with her hands on her hips trying to hold her anger.

"You must realise, Michael, that I am only trying to help." she said trying to diffuse that situation. There was no reply from Michael as he continued to walk up the stairs sulking.

Michael stayed in his room for the rest of the day and kept looking over at the bag while he played his game. He kept feeling upset at the thought of having to wear the protective pants, he did not want to use them but knew he was going to have to. It was soon quite late and he was feeling tired and wanted to sleep. His mum tried one last time to reconcile with her son but he was now frustrated and did not want to talk anymore. Michael was angry at his mum for buying him the incontinence pants and he felt embarrassed that he was being asked to wear them. His mum said goodnight to him and explained that if he did not wear the pants, and his bed was wet in the morning, she would be very upset.

As Michael brushed his teeth he calmed down he realised his mum was only trying to help and was not trying to treat him like a baby. He went in his room and sat on his bed. Michael took the bag from the floor and removed the package from it. He held it in his hands and looked at the information. There was small picture of the pants on the front and it said they were breathable and were unisex. There was twelve pants in the package and Michael realised that his mum had bought more than enough to last through till the doctors appointment. He looked on the back and realised that the pants could be torn at the sides when they needed to be taken off.

Michael sighed as he began to open the package. The pack opened at the sides and the first thing Michael noticed was a clean smell. It was quite a clinical smell and he thought of hospitals and similar places. Michael looked at the white pants inside and slowly pulled one from the front. His first touch of the pants was surprising, they were soft like real underwear. He thought they would feel like nappies, but was glad they were not made of plastic. He put the pants to his nose and got a further smell of what he had experienced before. Michael placed the pants beside him on the bed and put the pack in the plastic bag and back onto the floor.

He took a deep breath and started to remove his shorts. He stood at the front of the bed and picked up the pants, as he pulled it apart Michael noticed there was a front and back to the product and that they were rather stretchy. He took the plunge and put one leg through the hole and then the next. As he slowly pulled the pants up he noticed a slight rustling sound as it rubbed against his legs. He was not impressed by this but pulled the pants up to his crotch. He stood there and prodded at it before realising he needed to pull them up a little tighter. He did not like the slightly tight feel and he felt the bulge between his legs but did not think that it was particularly uncomfortable, in fact he thought they seemed like thick boxer shorts.

Michael went to sleep in his usual t-shirt but without his usual shorts. He thought that it would get to hot if he was wearing the pants and his shorts together. It took Michael a long time to get comfortable as he was not used to the bulk around his crotch area. Eventually though he drifted off and, as usual, had dreams as he slept deeply.

Michael's dream was fantastical and full of surprises. He was a deep sea diver on a mission to rescue sailors stuck inside a sunken submarine. He had to fight off sharks and navigate a swarm of jellyfish without being stung. At one point he had to force himself through a strong current that was pushing him through an underwater cavern system. Michael was the hero and managed to save all the sailors to a huge cheer once they were all back on dry land. The celebrations were ended with the popping of champagne that was thrown all over Michael. As the dream ended and faded out Michael was brought around from his slumber into the real world.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 10, 2014 at 6:16 AM
Content: Michael opened his eyes and struggled to fully awake as had happening recently. He had been sleeping very deeply and he rubbed the sleep form his eyes. After finally waking he remembered about wearing the pants to bed. He had hoped that by withholding fluids and not drinking any cola that he did not wet at all. Michael slowly threw back his sheets to see what the result was. At first he could not believe what had happened, he had wet again, that was obvious. However he was not expecting to feel the familiar feeling of wet sheets and skin. He got out of the bed and noticed that the pants were now sagging and felt heavier then when he had first put them on. Not only were they soaked but there was a another wet patch on his bed and around his midriff.

Michael was very disappointed and confused, his mum had told him that the pants would stop the bed getting wet. Why had it not worked? Why was his bed wet? What would his mum say? These questions swam around his mind like the sharks in his dream and he saw that it was just before seven in the morning. He shook his head and poked and prodded at the wet pants. He noticed that if he poked them in the crotch area a little urine leaked from the sides. Michael remembered the instructions on the pack and pulled the sides of the pants apart so they came off without any fuss. He rolled the sodden pants up and looked around for a place to put them. He decided that he would put it in the bin in the bathroom and did so after putting his shorts on. As he wiped off some of the urine from his body with toilet tissue he heard his mum getting up and come towards the bathroom. Michael had locked the door and he heard his mum try to turn the handle.

"Oh...are you in there, sweetie?" she asked half asleep.

"Yes, mum, I'll be out in a moment." he responded.

As Michael came out of the bathroom, his mum was waiting and they passed each other as he wandered back to his room to face the wet sheets. His mum was soon following and came straight in. At first she had a smile on her face, most likely because she had expected to see a happy son and dry sheets. The smile soon turned to a slight grimace as she realised that, once again, her sons sheets were soaked and he had a very embarrassed look on his face. She held her temper and engaged Michael to find out why the sheets were wet. She assumed that he had not worn the protective pants and allowed himself to wet the bed.

"Michael, I told you that I expected you to wear those pants!" she said very cross.

"Mum, I did, I swear."

"Well how comes your bed is soaked again this morning?" she asked.

"I don't know mum, I wore the pants...I did...you said it would stop the bed becoming wet." he said confused.

"I don't believe you, where are the pants then?"

Michael explained that he put them in the bin situated in the bathroom and his mum stormed in there to inspect the evidence. Michael stayed in his room and was becoming quite upset, he was confused and just wanted all this pain to go away. Michael's mum sheepishly picked the pants out of the bin, and noticed how wet they were on the outside as well as inside. They were soaked right through and sagged in her hand. She soon realised that Michael had wore the pants as she instructed, but they had not held the wetting and leaked all over the bed. She sighed at the situation and went back into see Michael after washing her hands.

"Okay, I see that you have worn the pants. I can only assume that you must be wetting very heavy and they leaked or something." she said as she looked at the wet patch on the bed sheets.

She begun to gather them up and told Michael to have a shower. As Michael's mum was putting the sheets into the washing machine she ran through her options and thought the best thing would be to try and get an earlier appointment at the doctors. She called the surgery again to explain that the situation was worse than she had thought, but as before was told that unfortunately bed wetting was not an emergency. She thought some more and went to Michael's room as she wanted to check the incontinence pants herself to see if there was anything she had missed. She noticed that there was an absorption rating on the front of the package, and wondered if there was anything more absorbent to buy. She did not have any experience with this type of situation and decided, that as she needed to get some things anyway, that she would look in the supermarket again.

Michael's mum had breakfast with him and told him not to worry about the wet sheets. She explained that she was not angry and reassured him that they would solve the problem soon. Michael explained that he also wanted to sort this out, he told hi mother he was feeling upset by the whole thing. She said her goodbyes as she went out to the shops.

Michael was left to his own devices and wanted to cheer himself up. He called one of his friend and they arranged to meet. Michael went round to his friends house as they were having a BBQ. It was lots of fun and it allowed Michael to forget about his troubles, for a little while at least. He enjoyed a few beers that his friends dad allowed them to have, although Michael was conscious about having fizzy drinks. He shook it off, though, as he needed to enjoy himself. There was a paddling pool and Michael enjoyed tapping his feet in it, and one point his friends father soaked all the younger people with the watering hose. It was all very jovial and everyone had a fabulous time. He stayed most of the day before managing to get a lift home in the evening.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 10, 2014 at 10:42 AM
Content: Michael's mother, on the other hand, had somewhat of an indifferent day. She went back to the supermarket to get some bits for dinner and to look for a more absorbent protective product for Michael. She was disappointed to see that the supermarket only had the same level of absorbency on all the products. There was the stores own brand and one other to choose from. She decided to ask the lady serving in the pharmacy area of the store, where the pants were situated, for some help. The lady explained that they only had the two types and that if anything more absorbent was needed she would need to speak to her doctor. Michael's mum explained the situation about having to wait for the appointment, and the only other advice the lady could offer was to visit an actual pharmacy to see if they had a larger range. She bought the bits she needed and paid for them before returning to her car. She was now becoming concerned that she would not be able to find the quick fix she was looking for. But decided she may as well try the pharmacy as suggested.

As Michael's mum drove to the pharmacy a few roads further up she hoped that she could get something that would be better then the pants from the supermarket. She was very worried about Michael and how his self esteem must be taking a huge blow waking up in wet sheets for the last three days. She pulled in the drive way and made her way into the shop. She quickly noticed the incontinence products on the far side near the feminine care products and baby products. As she walked towards the aisle she noticed straightaway that there was a lot more to choose from in the pharmacy, and hoped that something more suitable would be found. She stopped in the middle and started running her eyes over all the plastic packages containing all sorts of things. She noticed the same pants she had bought in the supermarket and moved her eyes along this shelf. There certainly was higher absorbency levels but Michael's mum was conscious about how heavy he seemed to be wetting. She compared the thickness of the higher absorbency pants with the ones she had bought previously, there was some difference but she wondered if it would be enough. As she stood there pondering and getting slightly confused at all the products she heard a voice next her.

"Good morning," came a nice voice "is there anything I can help you with?"

The man was smiling and standing next to Michael's mum with his hands clasped in front, he was obviously the pharmacist and seemed very pleasant.

"Oh, hi." she replied "Actually I am a little lost." Michael's mum smiled back "its my son...he has been having accidents in the night and we cannot get to see a doctor for a while. I bought some of these pants, but they have leaked everywhere and not held the wetting at all."

Michael's mum showed the kind man the medium sized pack of pants she was referring to and then put them back on the shelf.

"OK, I am sorry to hear about your son, how old is he?" the man enquired.

"He is seventeen."

"Well you most likely have the correct size, is he normal build, not got any extra weight so to speak."

"Oh no, he is normal build and weight." She felt relaxed and a lot less apprehensive than she had before. She felt a small weight lift to be able to talk to someone else about the problem and not have to deal with it all herself.

"You said he was wetting straight through these pants in the night?"

"That's right."

"Well, you see, these pants are designed for light to moderate incontinence." The man explained "They would normally be used during the day and be changed regularly."

"I understand, so I will need the ones with more absorbency then?" she asked.

"Yes, you will. The only thing is that these pants you have been looking at will always have the same problem at night." he continued "I would recommend trying something designed to take heavier wettings and hold it for longer periods, such as when the wearer is asleep."

"Oh, ok. That sounds good, what do you have that is designed for night time."

The man put his glasses on and bent over towards the packages situated on the bottom shelf. Michael's mum had not seen these products at the bottom and she watched as he moved his hand along them, angling them towards himself to read the details. After a few moments he picked one of the packets and brought it up towards himself and Michael's mum. He took off his glasses and began to explain that the product he was showing her was far more absorbent and designed to be used when the wearer was lying down or less mobile. He explained that they were also meant to contain many wettings, as opposed to the pants that needed to be changed more frequently.

"You see, these can be worn all night and should not leak. The wearer can sleep through any wettings till morning."

Michael's mum looked at the picture on the front, it was different to the pants and looked the same as a baby nappy.

"So these work like nappies?" she asked "You have to tape them up round the sides?"

"Yes and the pad part wraps around the whole body, meaning as the person sleeps, the liquid will not leak out."

Michael's mum thought for a moment. The nappy style product, that were called slips, did seem a sensible choice. Michael was wetting quite a lot and it was clear that something more absorbent was needed. The pants were not going to hold the accidents and it was many more nights before they could receive the doctors help. She also thought about asking her son to wear what boiled down to a nappy, pants that felt like underwear was one thing, but an actual nappy. As she pondered the man said he would leave her to choose as more customers had since entered the store.

After a short while Michael's mum reluctantly took the packet of nappies towards the counter. It was much heavier than the packet of pants and it was obvious that were more suited for a large number of wettings. As she stood in the queue, that was a few customers deep, a younger woman starred at the packet of adult nappies that Michael's mum was holding. She moved it to her other hand and cleared her throat. She thanked the pharmacist for his help as she paid for the nappies and he put them in a large bag to conceal them. She got back to the car and put the bag on the passenger seat. She looked at them before sighing and still not sure if Michael would accept wearing them.

As she started to reverse she looked up and saw the pharmacist standing near the window. He was still smiling and seemed very happy. He gave a casual wave to Michael's mum and she could not help but wave back and smile too. She had other things on her mind but she had thought the man was very kind and a little handsome. She had been separated from her husband for about a year and had not really taken any interest in another man since. As she pulled out of the car park, she glanced up hoping to catch another peek at the pharmacist and was not disappointed. He was still smiling and turned away back into the shop as she pulled away.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 10, 2014 at 7:20 PM
Content: As Michael entered the front door he could see his mum was home and hoped she did not want to discuss his accidents anymore as he had had enough of it. His mum was sitting in the kitchen reading a magazine and smiled at Michael as he entered.

"Hey, darling. Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I went to Simon's house, it was his mum's birthday, and they had a BBQ." he replied.

"That sounds lovely, dear." her smile still showing. She was very worried about having to explain that she wanted Michael to wear nappies to bed. She had been thinking about the best way to approach it for some time.

Michael's mum waited for him to start getting ready for bed, she waited outside the bathroom while he brushed his teeth. Once he came out she asked if she could have a quick word. They went in his bedroom, and Michael noticed straight away that a large package had appeared on his bed since he went into the bathroom.

"Sit down, sweetie." she gestured, as she sat on the bed.

"Whats going on?" Michael sat down on the other side of the bed, the package was in-between both of them. Michael's eyes switched from the package to his mother.

"You know that the reason you still woke up with a wet bed this morning, don't you?" she began.

"No, you said the pants would stop that."

"I know I did, darling, but I had not realised how much you were wetting." she explained "So I got you something a little more absorbent, something that will hold the pee in all night."

"OK, that sounds...good...I suppose" Michael answered.

"Look I have bought these new pants to try." Michael's mum picked up the package on the bed "They are a little different to use."

"What do you mean different?" asked Michael.

"Well these ones you don't slide on like underwear, you have to wrap them around and tape them in place." She was fully aware of how delicate this situation would be and she was trying very hard to avoid using the word nappies. She liked the way the package had 'Slips' on the front and not nappies, she hoped this would help in getting Michael to wear them.

Michael looked at her, mouth opened and a little stunned. He was getting the impression this was heading somewhere he did not want it to go.

"They have more padding round the bum and sides, you see." Michael's mum continued "It should stop any leaks. Much more suitable than the pants."

Michael took the pack from his mum and looked at the front. He noticed right away the extra weight compared to the pants and he looked at the picture. It was not the same as the pants, they had looked like normal underwear, the picture looked like a baby nappy. He also noticed the word 'Slips' and looked back up to his mum after putting the pack down.

"Mum, I am not wearing these, I'll stick with the pants, thanks." Michael thought he would play it cool and try and get out of having to wear a nappy to bed.

"Listen, sweetie, the pants obviously have not worked, I am proud you are dealing with this with so much maturity." She responded "Its just that I cannot be washing sheets every morning, its not practical, I would really appreciate it if you would wear these pants instead."

"I am not wearing nappies, mum, no way. I am not a baby."

"They are not nappies!" his mother said, trying to laugh it off "They are just slightly different, they just tape in place to get a good fit."

"Mum, they are nappies, I am not wearing them!" Michael's frustration started to show, and his mum realised that she would have to take a hard line.

"OK. I have tried to be nice about this, I have tried to treat you with dignity, but now I am telling you!" Her tone had suddenly changed and Micheal now knew he was not going to get out of this.

"I WON'T WEAR THEM!" he shouted.

"You will wear them, and you will do so without any fuss." Michael's mum stood up, her arms folded and she had a look that said she was not taking any nonsense from him.

"Why do I have to wear nappies, its not fair, I am not a baby." Michael tried the pleading technique, but it was too late.

"I don't want to hear it." she ignored the plea "Now, as these don't slide up like underwear, do you want me to help you get one on?" she started to pick the package up as she said this, but Michael quickly snatched them back.

"NO, I will do it myself!" he snapped.

"Are you sure, do you want me to a least show you how they work?"

"NO, I SAID I WILL DO IT MYSELF!" he snapped again.

"OK, we are clearly getting nowhere, if you need help just come and get me." Michael's mum stormed out of the room leaving Michael sitting with the nappies.

Michael's mum soon calmed down as she got ready for bed herself. She felt bad about getting mad but she just wanted to see her son better, and she was also feeling the stress. She thought about going back to try and reconcile but as she stood outside Michael's room she heard him crashing about and she felt the tension. She thought it best to leave him to it, he had suffered enough today, and she knew it was a big deal asking him to wear the nappies.

Meanwhile, Michael had got himself ready for bed and was sitting once again on his bed with the nappies starring him in the face. He felt so much shame and wondered how it had come to this. He had reluctantly tried the pants, but realised, as his mum did, that they were no use. He now had to choose between waking up with a wet bed or trying the nappies to see if they were better. He had continued to slow his intake of fluids down the last couple of hours, but he had also drank some beers and a lot of cola at the BBQ earlier. Most likely he was going to wet again and decided that he would do as his mum ask and try the nappies.

Michael calmed himself down and grabbed the pack of nappies from the bed. He looked at the front and it said they were 'Slips' with feel dry technology. He checked the back and their was a few diagrams explaining how to put the product on. From the pictures Michael knew that these were definitely like baby nappies and there was no escaping this fact. He opened the pack slowly and the same smell that had come from the pants appeared. This time, however, it was stronger and Michael was slightly put off but he continued to slide one of the nappies from the pack. It was harder to pull out than the pants had been, and Michael noticed right away that it had a plastic feel to it. It was much heavier and certainly thicker than the pants.

Michael placed the nappy on his bed and put the remaining pack next to his bed where the pants were still sitting. He stood up and slid is shorts off, then picked up the nappy and started to unravel it. It felt more course, yet smoother, than the pants and there were leg cuffs that stuck out much more. Michael examined the product a lot more than he had the pants and could not get his head around the fact he was going to have to wear a giant nappy. He started to think that, the very fact these existed, there must be people that used them. This thought did not help however and Michael decided that he may as well just get on with it.

For a few minutes he wrapped and pulled the nappy around not being able to get it to sit right on his body. He checked the package again and saw, by the instructions, that the nappy was meant to be put on lying down. Michael laid on his bed and slipped the nappy under, he instantly realised this was easier and he pulled the nappy front up. He then stuck all four tapes on and stood back up to check out his handy work.

Michael was pleased that he had finally managed to put the nappy on and the first thing he noticed was the huge bulk between his legs. Also the nappy rustled and crinkled a lot. He wiggled his bum around a little to make more noise and he found this quite funny. Michael looked in the mirror and saw the huge bulge around his midriff, it made him concerned about his situation and the harsh reality had set in. After the initial fun Michael now knew he would have to sleep and would wake up wearing a wet nappy. It was really starting to affect him as a person and he just wished it would all go away and he was not a bed wetter. He slowly climbed into bed and it was very difficult to find a comfortable position. Eventually he did find a way to sleep without any discomfort and drifted away into the land of dreams.

As usual Michael had vivid dreams and tonight he found himself in the Arctic Circle during a crisis. The ice sheets were melting and it was a dangerous time, everywhere around people were fighting and scrambling to find boats. Michael had a wolverine as his familiar and the two of them tried to help as many of the creatures as they could. They rounded up two Arctic Hares that had become trapped on a iceberg in the middle of a lake. They also managed to get some Red Foxes to safety before they were hunted down by some wild men who wanted the fur. Michael had to fight off the cold as he plunged in and out of lakes filled with ice to save some swans. At the end of the dream acid rain, from a biological weapon, was falling and Michael quickly sailed away in his boat with a host of furry creatures he had saved. As he looked back to shore he noticed a silhouette of what appeared to be a Snow Fox, it was as if he knew the creature but the darkness started to engulf Michael.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 11, 2014 at 8:31 AM
Content: Michael woke with a shudder. His dream had been very exciting and had felt very real. He sat up in bed and collected his thoughts before remembering about wearing the nappy to bed. He prayed that the sheets were dry, but he could already sense the damp and knew right away that his bed was wet. Michael threw back the sheets to another miserable site of a wet patch. He huffed and puffed as he got out of bed to inspect the situation. The nappy was wet but only down one side and a little in the crotch area. He was confused and pulled at the tapes to remove the nappy from his damp skin. The noise of the tapes tearing was quite loud and it surprised him. Once all the tapes were undone, Michael rolled up the nappy, put on his shorts and started to head to the bathroom to dispose of it.

As Michael left his room, he was shocked to see his mum standing outside his door.

"Good morning Michael...sorry I was walking past and heard you were awake already...how did you get on last night?" his mother asked, trying to be kind and diffuse the small argument they had been through last night.

"Oh, mum...its not worked, my bed is wet again!" he explained with a frustration in his voice.

"Really? That's unfortunate, I could have sworn those nap...pants should have worked." She gently rubbed Michael's shoulder to reassure him and then realised he had it in his hands. "Oh, you have it there, let me see, please."

Michael passed the half wet nappy to his mother and continued to head towards the bathroom to have a shower. Michael's mum inspected the nappy by slowly rolling it out as to not spill any of the urine. She was amazed at how dry it was down one side and could see that it had leaked from the underside near the buttock. She continued to look at the front, back and inside but could not see why it had not worked. Then she looked at the landing area where the tapes would sit and ran her fingers across it. She could just about tell, from the sticky substance left, where Michael had applied the tapes. He had stuck them unevenly and she deduced that he had not made it a snug fit around the waist or crotch. She knew right away that Michael was wearing the nappy very loosely and this caused the leak. With a sigh she rolled up the nappy again and taped it shut before putting it in the bin.

Michael's mum gathered the wet sheets, as she had done the previous three days, and took these downstairs. She was a little frustrated about what had happened, but decided that getting angry would not help. She put the sheets in the washing machine and started to make some breakfast. Once Michael came down they ate the breakfast and Michael's mum explained to him that he had not put the nappy on correctly and this was why it had leaked. Michael did not understand at first but his mum said that it may be a good idea if she showed him how they worked.

"No, mum...I can do it myself...I don't want you to do it!"

"Well, you obviously did not put it on correctly last night, did you?" she responded.

In the end they agreed that Michael would still put the nappy on himself that evening but his mother would take a little look to make sure it was correct. This made Michael angry and he felt as though his mum was treating him like a baby. He said it was not right and that he should be allowed to deal with it himself. His mother explained that she could not continue washing sheets and that it was still some time until the doctors appointment. Reluctantly Michael gave up arguing and spent the day waiting for the sudden downpour of rain to stop. He had wanted to go to the movies again, or maybe fishing, but it rained the whole day. Michael watched the drops fall down the window and splash in a puddle on the pavement. He liked watching the rain once it turned dark, the light from the street lamps gave the rain a lovely glow which he found soothing.

Later on his mum reminded him that when he was ready for bed that she would want to see if had put the nappy on correctly. He was annoyed by this but knew it was just something he would have to endure once. Michael thought about what his mum had said at breakfast, the fact he needed to make sure the tapes were snug and evenly stuck on the landing area. She had also mentioned about making sure that he did not leave it loose in the crotch as he had done before. Once again Michael laid on his bed to put the nappy on. He looked at both sides to make sure it was even and pulled a little at the underside to make sure it was not loose. As he stood up he noticed that he had made it more snug then last night and thought he had performed a good job. As he had done the previous night, Michael admired his handy work in his mirror and decided it was fine.

Michael now knew that he would have to show his mum that he had put the nappy on properly. He felt embarrassed and stood in his room a while as he built up the courage. Michael also knew his mum would want to be going to bed soon and was probably waiting for him. He decided that he had to get on with it and slowly opened his door a little before poking his head out.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 11, 2014 at 2:22 PM
Content: "Mum!" he called "I am going to bed now."

"One minute, sweetie." His mother called backed. She had been sitting on her own bed waiting for him and she too was very apprehensive about having to see her grown son wearing a nappy. She stood up and walked towards his room, seeing that he had left his door ajar for her. She took a deep breath as she entered, hoping that he had put the nappy on correctly and that they could both get through this awkward situation with ease.

"See, I have done it right now." Michael said, trying to be as normal as possible.

He was wearing a long t-shirt and was standing very tentatively in the middle of his room. His t-shirt was covering most of the nappy and as his mum came fully into the room she gestured for him to pull his t-shirt up so she could see clearly. Michael slowly pulled the shirt up and straight away it was obvious that he had not put the nappy on right.

"No, that's all wrong." his mum tutted. "Look, its all loose around your bum, and the tapes are not around your body."

Michael had not done as good a job as he had hoped for. The leg cuffs were pushed up into the nappy, he had not made sure they were facing outwards. One of the tapes was pointing up to his belly button and had not been pulled around snuggly and the nappy was bulging out from one side because the tapes were uneven.

"I can see now why this leaked last night." Michael's mum walked towards him and began to pull gently at the sides to try and get it straight. She soon realised the problems with the leg cuffs and started to slide her hands around to fix this. Michael jump back abruptly.

"Hey...its fine...what are you doing!" he asked.

"Michael, its not fine, its all wonky and loose." his mother was getting annoyed and frustrated as she could not get the nappy straight due to the terrible job Michael had done.

"We need to take this off and and start again." she said blowing a frustrated sigh.

"What do you mean 'we'?" Michael asked.

"Come on, get this off." She began to undo one of the tapes, then Michael stopped her and said again that it was fine.

"Michael! Enough is enough now." she used her 'mother knows best' tone that usually worked in these situations.

Michael, shrugged like a moody teenager and allowed his mum to un-tape the nappy. Once she had done so she took it in her hand and saw that Michael was very embarrassed. She had not seen her son naked for many years, but being a mother took it in her stride. She asked him to widen his legs as she tried to put the nappy on while he stood. She pulled and manoeuvred it around before realising it would be better if simply laid down.

"This isn't working, you need to lay down." she told him.

"Oh...mum...no...I am not a baby."

"Look just do it, lie down on the floor please."

Michael reluctantly perched his bum on the floor and his mum bent down to her knees in front of him. She got all sorts of emotions and memories from when Michael was little and she could not believe they were both having to deal with this.

"You need to lay on your back, Michael." she explained.

Michael laid back and starred at the ceiling, he was embarrassed and felt ashamed that his mum was putting him in a nappy. He was seventeen and could not help but think about what his peers would say if they saw him now. His mum was also having a difficult time with this, she almost felt disgusted with the thought she was putting her son in nappies again. She shook the thought away and asked him to lift his bottom and then made sure she took the back of the nappy towards the floor. She slid the nappy under and looked at both sides to make sure it was positioned evenly. She then told Michael to put his bottom down. It was clear that she had not put the nappy quite high enough on the waist and she asked him to lift a little before making the adjustment. Once she was happy she took the front of the nappy and pulled it up, quite tight, into place. Michael noticed how different it felt compared to when he had pulled the nappy up himself. It was more snug and tighter on the body. Michael's mum finished by fastening the tapes securely and used the lines on the nappy to make sure they were evenly applied.

"See, that was not so difficult was it." she said as she stood up from the floor.

As Michael got up he could feel the nappy fitted much better then when he had put it on himself. He twisted to see round the back and his mum also checked to make sure all of the cuffs were outward facing. She very lightly run her hand across the back to feel the fit. She was happy it was on correctly and looked at her son who was red with embarrassment. Michael's mum was trying not to laugh as she found it funny seeing her son in a giant nappy. She was thinking about when he was a little boy and she wanted to pat his bum but thought this would only fuel his embarrassment further.

"There, much better, don't you think?" she asked Michael.

"I suppose so." he said.

"Goodnight, then. I'll see you in the morning." She hugged her son to reassure him and was once again tempted to pat his bum but held the thought back.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 11, 2014 at 8:31 PM
Content: Michael went to sleep feeling terrible, not only had his mum seen him naked, she had put a nappy on him like a baby. He wanted to cry and felt ashamed about having to wear nappies to bed and he had horrible thoughts about what the future would hold. He calmed down and drifted off to his usual deep sleep.

His dream was rather simple this time, it did not include any adventures or excitement. He found himself back in the warm pool from the dream he had a couple of nights ago. The sun was beaming down and Michael enjoyed the rays running across his face. He relaxed in the pool and looked around him. It was a giant cave that appeared to be made of ice, although it was not cold inside and there was window through which the sun was pouring in. He watched as drops of water fell to the floor of the cave and found the sound they made had a very calming effect.

As he lay in a state of pleasure, an animal came towards him from the cave entrance. The creature was familiar to Michael and it moved with grace and seemed to be smiling somewhat. As it came close it became clear who the animal was. His soft fur and gentle eyes were very apparent, it was a Snow Fox and his name was SkiFox.

"SkiFox, what are you doing here?" Michael asked peacefully "I had forgotten about you, I thought you had gone away forever."

SkiFox slowly raised a paw and his tongue was now hanging out. He gestured towards the other side of the cave and Michael looked over to see what it was. There was a tremendous light and Michael had to shield his eyes from the glare. He could not make out the image in front of him and it faded out as it whispered something. It was not clear what it was but Michael thought it was reassuring him that everything was fine. Once it had gone the cave darkened and Michael turned to SkiFox who had also disappeared.

Michael woke up with his usual stir and as with most days, rubbed his eyes. He laid for a moment thinking about his strange dream. SkiFox was a cuddly toy that he had with him always when he was younger, he remembered his soft fur and bright white colour. He would carry it everywhere and had distant memories of his mum making it talk and it seeming real. It was good to reminisce about SkiFox and Michael felt happy and then started thinking about his bed wetting.

He could not sense the cold damp feeling that he had woken up to recently and took this as a sign the nappy had served its purpose. Michael shifted the duvet to one side and looked down his torso. He was relieved to find that his sheets were dry and he looked closer at the nappy that had swelled a fair amount as he wet it during the night.

Michael jumped out of bed with a spring, of sorts, and felt the weight of the sodden nappy between his legs. He placed his hand on the front and felt the outer plastic was dry but held inside it all the wetness. He then put his hand on the back and took note how the liquid had moved all the way towards the back of the nappy as well and was glad that he felt no leaks or wetness around his legs.

Michael started to pull the tapes away and soon realised he would need to support the nappy before it fell to the floor and possibly caused a mess. He rolled it up placed it on the chair in his room as he put his shorts on. His mother was not awake yet as it was still quite early and Michael headed to the bathroom, where he put the nappy in the bin before having a wash. He then went back to his room and decided to play his games for a while.

He was content for the first time in days, and did not feel stressed, upset or embarrassed. The nappy had worked and he definitely thought that wearing them was better then waking up in a wet bed. Although he still hated the fact of having to wear them and thought again about how his friends would tease him relentlessly if they ever knew. He tried to put a positive spin on his situation by thinking it was only until he saw the doctor, in a week or so, and then it would all be behind him.

Michael heard his mother rise and after a while she knocked on his door.

"Come in, mum." he said with a cheery tone. His mood had improved considerably and the stress of the whole matter had lifted somewhat.

"Oh, you sound happy." His mum said as she entered "You are already up, I thought you were still sleeping. How was...you know...the pants this morning?"

She could see from Michael's face that it would most likely be good news and she sat on the end of his bed as she looked over the sheets to see if they were dry.

"It was great, mum. I woke up and all the bed is dry, look."

She pulled the sheets over to inspect further and was also relieved to see the nappy had done its job. She hated wet bed sheets at the best of times and was simply glad that the temporary measure had paid off. She noticed Michael seemed not be bothered too much about wearing the nappy and was more concerned with the sheets being dry.

"So, you are not upset about wearing the protection anymore?" she queried.

"Well, I would prefer not to have to wear them, but its only until we get to the docs, so...it is better then waking up wet." Michael explained.

"I am glad your happier, I am so proud of you sweetie." she put her hand on his forearm and rubbed it gently as she smiled. "Are you hungry, I'll put some breakfast on for us."

As Michael's mother left the room he turned to his game again and thought some more about the whole thing. He was glad he was not arguing with his mum and hoped that by just seeing it through he would soon be back to normal again. He waited for his mother's call and then enjoyed his breakfast. He helped his mum clear things away and she smiled at him the whole way through and he blushed a little at receiving the attention. Michael decided to meet his friends and they all went out on their bikes to a local park. The played some football and wolf whistled at some girls. It was a fun day it took Michael away from his troubles. He did not think about them at all, in fact, and was glad to be himself again for a while.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 12, 2014 at 5:52 AM
Content: Michael parted with his friends and it was not till he was alone that he pondered on his problems again. He wondered if his mum would want to put the nappy on again that evening or whether she would let him do it. He felt confident that he could get it right, especially after the ordeal from last night. He would have to wait to find out, but he promised himself not to argue with her. Michael had come to the realisation that working with his mum, rather than against her, was less stressful or upsetting.

He got home and his mother was watching a film, he joined her and they enjoyed the comfortable silence for a while. One scene of the film had a woman arguing with her husband as she changed their babies nappy. Michael squirmed a little in his seat as the, clearly visible, pack of nappies came into shot but his mother did not flinch and seemed to just be enjoying the story. Another scene saw a deep sea diver looking for a somethng that had been lost in a lake, it reminded Michael of the crazy dreams he had been having.

Once it was over some time had passed and both Michael and his mum were thinking of turning in. His mother broke the silence and suggested that she helped him again this evening to make sure his nappy was on properly. He held his tongue and the frustration and explained he felt he could do it himself. They talked it over some more and agreed that he could do it himself but his mum would take a look to make sure. This was a good compromise and Michael felt that avoiding the conflict was positive. It was not so bad having to show his mum after he had put it on, it was the actual putting on, by his mother, that was the most embarrassing part.

Michael prepared for bed and went into his room to put the nappy on. He laid on the floor this time and not his bed, he had learned from his mum last night and once he had finished went back to his mother's room. She was sitting at her dresser and turned to her son as he came in. He pulled his t-shirt up enough for her to see. He had put the nappy on much better than he had previously but there was still the issue of the tapes being uneven and he had not opened the leg cuffs all the way out. His mum asked if she could fix it, but this time there was no need for him to lie down. It was on correctly for the most part and she simply slid her fingers around the back of the nappy to pull the cuffs out. Then without any fuss unstuck each tape and applied them evenly after pulling the nappy up a little tighter on one side. As she finished she pointed out to Michael where he had gone wrong, and showed him how she had done things. He seemed to understand and felt a lot better than the previous night, which was upsetting for both of them.

"Off to bed then." she said as he turned. Michael's mother did not know what came over her, but as he turned away she patted him twice on his bottom. She was trying to hold back her smile and regretted the action, somewhat, as soon as she had done it.

"MUM...don't do that...uuuhhhh." Michael was more embarrassed than upset and his mum had to hold back the little giggle as he left her room.

She could not help thinking how cute wearing the nappy made him look. Michael's mum continued to get ready for bed and smiled as memories came back to her. She remembered Michael running around in his nappy in the summer, pretending he was a spaceman. They had made a space helmet together from cereal packages and he had a cuddly toy with him in the guise of a space cadet. As she enjoyed the moment she remembered that the cuddly toy was stuffed away somewhere in her box of Michael's old baby bits. The usual box most mothers have, first tooth, nice things from school, old photos and others. She went to her cupboard, took some items off the big wooden box at the bottom, opened it and began to look through. She found the cuddly toy and looked it with fondness. Michael had never been parted from it up until he was about six or so and it still felt soft and was rather clean considering its age. It was placed on the dresser and she went to bed feeling content that the stress and annoyance from the last few days had been relaxed. She was happy to be reconciled with her son, and felt that this bad moment had actually brought them closer together.

Michael too was feeling a lot better and he looked at himself in the mirror again. He wriggled his bottom to make the nappy rustle and rubbed his hand across the smooth plastic on the back. He pulled lightly on the stretchy part of the waist band and noticed the cuffs rubbing against his thigh. Michael was not liking the fact he was wearing the nappy, but he was drawn to it in strange way. He could not explain it but he went to bed and again had some trouble getting comfortable. Once he settled he feel asleep and dreamt about SkiFox again. This time they were not in the cave but back in the Arctic Circle. Michael had a long spear and some throwing knives and he felt powerful alongside the great fox. He fought with some lizard type creatures and SkiFox would run in such a way so the enemies were distracted. The dream ended with SkiFox and Michael fishing and cooking their catch on an open fire.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 12, 2014 at 2:26 PM
Content: As with the previous morning Michael woke up to clean, dry sheets and he was getting used to wearing the nappies. His mother was glad that she did not have the worry of sheets being ruined and having to wash them every morning. The routine of Michael putting the nappy on himself while his mother checked it continued for a few more days until Michael finally got the hang of it. They discussed the matter and Michael's mum was satisfied that he could be trusted to put the nappy on himself properly.

There was a small leak on one of the nights, but as such a small amount had escaped, it was not a worry and Michael's mother put it down to bad luck. She considered getting a plastic sheet, to put on the bed, but thought this was overboard considering it was getting close to the doctors appointment.

Michael still continued to look at himself wearing the nappy in the mirror. He was finding himself touching the outer plastic and that he found the back part around his bottom relaxing to touch and rubbed it when he was laying in bed. He was not concerned about this odd feeling and would soon put it out of his mind when his thoughts moved to his friends. Michael still had the horrible thought of his friends finding out about the nappies.

He had made space under his bed to put the packet of nappies and he was not sure what had happened to the pants that remained unused. He assumed his mother had moved them at some point when he was out and had either thrown them out or put them away somewhere. Michael was also feeling good because it was only a couple of days before the doctors appointment and he knew the end was in sight. He thought that once the doctor had resolved the problems he would be free from bed wetting and nappies.

Michael's sister, Eliza, had come back from university to see her family for a few days before she went on a holiday with some friends. Michael did not really get on with his sister, they were only a couple of years apart in age and had always bickered as children all the way through to their teenage years. They did not hate each other, but they were not close. Michael was somewhat of a skater and Eliza was very trendy and their personalities were quite opposite. It was this that had caused them to grow apart but they were still civil to each other.

"How is university, darling, are you still enjoying it?" Michael's mother asked Eliza, as all three enjoyed some dinner.

"Its okay, mum." Eliza responded "same old thing, lots of work and no time to have fun."

"Oh, I am sure you don't get anytime for fun at university." came the sarcastic response.

Michael was concerned that his sister had turned up, more or less, unannounced. It meant that he would have to listen to her annoying music and put up with the television being hogged. But he had more pressing matters on his mind and was focusing on the doctors appointment to clear up his accidents. He had moved the pack of nappies right under his bed and put a box in front of it. The last thing he wanted was for his sister to see them, he would never live it down and knew that she would tease him for enternity. Also when he and his mum got a second alone they agreed that Michael could put the wet nappies in his mothers rubbish bin. This would stop him having to put them in the bathroom and have his sister see. When Eliza first arrived Michael's mum had quickly put the nappy from the previous night in the bin in her room.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 13, 2014 at 9:44 AM
Content: "I thought it may be nice if we all went out together, while Eliza is home?"

Their mother put the suggestion out there fully aware that neither would probably want to. But she lived in hope that her two chilren would want to spend time with ech other. They both reluctently agreed so they would not offend their mum and they all eventually agreed to go crazy golf and enjoy a walk in the park. It was set for the next day and as they all finished dinner a terrible thunderstorm started up. It was fericous and the thunder was close, it rattled the windows at the front of the house. The rainfall was dense and only the breaking light streaming from the street lamps was visible. Michael watched from his window as the storm swept this way and that. There were deep puddles forming on the ground and passers by were finding it difficult to keep their footing.

Eliza was never concerned about trivual things, such as a storm. She listened to her music and chatted on-line with friends to pass the time. She was not paticularly imaginative and simply saw the downpour as a nuisance. She always performed her beauty rutine when chatting on her computer and this evening was no different. She had her nail products out and was carefully applying some creams to her legs. She wanted to file her nails but was haiving a tough time finding her nail file in her bags. Eliza decided that she must have forgotten it and headed to her mothers room to borrow one.

Eliza's mother was not in her room, and she called down to her.

"MUM...can I borrow a nail file, please?" she shouted from the top of the stairs. "I cant find mine."

"Of course, sweetie." came the obvious reply.

As she continued watching the television, it dawned on her that Eliza was going to go into her room to gt the file. The bin that Michael's nappy had been put in was right next to her dressing table. By the time she had realised it was too late, Eliza would have been in and out. She sat there slightly worried, hoping that her daughter had not noticed the contents of the bin. It would be a waiting game, she knew for sure Eliza would ask her about it if she saw it as she was very up front and straight forward. The family went to bed as the storm raged and nothing had been mentioned about the nappies.

The storm continued all night and Michael could hear the rain splashing against his window as he lay in his bed. He was still drawn to the feel of his nappy and he gently moved his hand across the smooth plastic and the ruffles of the cuffs. He started to nod off and he thought about how his doctors appointment was coming up and he would soon be free from his prison. He took solace in the fact that after this night it would be only one more night in nappies and then the nightmare would be over. He drifted into a deep asleep.

　
Michael dreamt as he always did and he found himself on a battlefield in ancient Japan. There was a war raging between two factions and he stood atop a hill looking across the fighting. There were retainers and samurai being slaughtered everywhere and he glanced his eyes at a huge lake where some ships were landing. The river that ran into the lake was far off in the distance and Michael gripped his sword as he looked for a way safely through the melee. As he began his descent he noticed a small cave on the hillside. He entered to see if he could take refuge.

Once inside he found a huge cavern and his friend SkiFox was sitting on a high platform, it was almost like a throne. Michael bowed to the great fox and offered his sword in service, he knelt down and SkiFox gave out a cry of gratitude to Michael. The fox was alpha male of a large contingent of warrior foxes known as the Alopex clan, they were well regarded for their toughness and skills in combat. Michael raised his head to the cavern ceiling and a familiar bright light shone down across his face. Before Michael could make anymore sense of the situation his dream faded he began to stir in his bed.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 14, 2014 at 12:20 AM
Content: After waking and sneaking his wet nappy into his mothers room, he ate his breakfast, with her. They both waited for Eliza to rise from her bed, she was a deep sleeper like Michael. The day was much brighter and the storm from the previous night had cleared. Michael's mum was excited about the day out with her children and reminded Michael about the doctors appointment. He had not forgotten and explained how relieved he would be once he could put this terrible ordeal behind him. She agreed and smiled at him as she was proud how mature he had been about the whole thing. There had been some low points but they had got through.

　
"It will be the last night you have to wear nappies, as well." she chuckled "I think I'll miss you wearing them."

　
"Mum! Stop it, its bad enough without you teasing me.

Michael preferred the teasing to arguing, though, and he was glad he could talk to his mum without feeling to embarrassed. It had brought them closer together and they cleared the table as they heard Eliza coming down stairs.

　
The three of them soon left to enjoy the family day out; Michael and his sister bickered about which radio station to listen to. Their mother solved the problem by switching it off and asked them to at least be civil for her sake. It was not very often they were all together and she wanted it to be enjoyable and without arguments. They started with crazy golf, Michael and his mum really got stuck in and laughed together as they played. Eliza, while joining in, purposefully had as little fun as possible. She felt it was babyish and not befitting a young trendy women.

After, the family bought a hot dog and strolled around the park reminiscing about old memories. As they approached the lake at the edge of the parkland they found a bench and rested. Michael looked into the distance and noticed a fox zipping in and out of a hedge row. He thought about the fox in his dreams and how he wanted to make sense of it all.

　
It was starting to get late in the afternoon and they decided to head home as the weather was turning cold. Eliza was telling her mother all about the holiday she and her friends were going on together. She explained about all the clubs and bars she planned visit and how she would spend all day on the beach. Her mother was not impressed and explained that she thought holidays were opportunities to visit historical sites and learn about other cultures.

　
"Its not that kind of holiday, mum!" Eliza said with a huff.

　
"Well you just be careful, I don't want to be getting any unexpected calls." Her mother was always very sensible about these things.

　
Once they were home they all watched a film together after dinner. It was an animation and Michael was very bored by it. It had a princess and a romance, his sister and mum seemed to like it. The film ended and it was time to sleep, Michael's mum told him to get a good nights sleep before his appointment and to not to worry about it.

　
"I am not worried, mum," he responded "I am looking forward to it, finally get this matter sorted."

"That is good, darling. I too hope we can sort this out. Are you okay, though, not feeling upset or anything?" she wanted to make sure her son was not just putting a brave face on.

"Yeah, I am great, honest." he reassured her "Just want this over with."

"Okay, sweetie, well get yourself to bed and I'll see you in the morning." She gave him a small hug and went upstairs.

　
As Michael slept his dreams about him and SkiFox continued. The pair were now inseparable and had formed a strong bond from their travels and adventures. They ran through a dense pine forest trying to escape a pack of dire wolves that were hunting them down. The wolf pack were accompanied by a huge tiger that brought up the rear. The tiger was out for blood and would stop at nothing to capture the fox. They darted between the trees avoiding the wolves teeth snapping at their heels. They found themselves approaching the edge of the forest, they could see a drop off in front and the only thing they could do was jump and take the plunge.

Michael and SkiFox fell from a great height and crashed into the river below. SKiFox was struggling to swim and he used his strong muzzle to clasp onto Michael's back as he swam toward the river edge. The wolf pack had stopped chasing at the drop off and the two friends looked back as they clambered out of the water. They could see their nemesis starring down at them with a grimace. The giant tiger released a huge raw that echoed around the canyon surrounding the river. Michael and SkiFox continued their journey back to the clan lair and were simply glad to have avoided being caught. Michael washed in the warm, shallow pool inside the cavern and was once again blinded by the light from above. It was clearer than before and as a shape began to form in the brightness the dream abruptly ended.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 14, 2014 at 11:24 PM
Content: Michael's day began similar to how it had recently, he removed the wet nappy and rolled it up. He had learnt to wrap the tapes around after his mother showed him and he placed it down to put his shorts on. He thought about how this would be hopefully be the last time he would wear them to bed as he was going to the doctors later on that day. Michael had pinned all his hopes on the doctor giving him some magical medicine that would enable him to put the problems he had faced behind him.

　
Michael's mum had been up early and was putting away washing when Michael came into her room. They spoke about how hopefully the bed wetting problem should be resolved with the trip to the doctors and that they could move on. As they discussed the matter Michael noticed the cuddly toy sitting on the dresser, his mum had left it there after looking at it earlier.

They both talked about the memory of when Michael was younger and he also thought it was strange that he had been dreaming about it recently too. It was SkiFox, he thought, as he took the toy from the dresser and told his mum he would like to keep it. She smiled and saw that Michael's mood was much better than it had been at any time over the last week or so. He put the cuddly toy on his table overlooking his bedroom, he took a another galnce at his old friend before heading downstairs.

　
Eliza was also up early and was also looking forward to meeting up with an old friend. The friend was a biologist and Eliza had ambitions to become a marine biologist herself. She hoped meeting with her friend would enable her to listen to some experiences and obtain some advice. She was studying marine biology at ubiversity and could not wait to be finished with her studies. Eliza dreamt of working in exotic locations, researching and discovering. She had breakfast with her family before rushing out of the door leaving Michael and his mum to start their day.

　
The doctors appointment was in a few hours and Michael waited patiently as he played his game. His mother continued with the house work and when it was time to go they both got ready and went to the car. Michael was happy to be on the road going to the surgery, however he was worried about how embarrassing the whole thing was going to be. He had vision of his mum talking to the doctor and revealing far too many details about the problem. He shook the thought away and concentrated on getting it over with. His mother was also worried and just hoped the doctor had a quick solution.

They entered the surgery and took a seat after speaking with the receptionist. Michael's mum read a magazine while Michael simply looked at the surroundings. There was a very old lady waiting who looked to be in some discomfort and there was a young mother cradling her infant who must have been ill. There was a large man who looked very strong and sporty reading a magazine and from time to time a nurse or doctor would come by. Michael did not like the smell of the surgery and it reminded him of the clinical smell he had experienced when he first opened the packet of nappies.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 15, 2014 at 1:01 PM
Content: Eventually it was Michael's turn to be seen and his mother led the way as the doctor welcomed them into his consulting room. They all sat down and Michael was feeling very aprehensive and was breathing quite deeply. His mum was also nervous and was simply hoping the doctor could solve the problem.

"So...Michael, how are you feeling?" the doctor asked Michael.

"I am fine, thank you doctor." he replied.

The doctor was skimming through the notes in front of him and looked back as he asked how he could help. Michael's mother took the initative and explained with little fuss about the problem Michael was having in the night. She did mention the nappies, as well, which Michael thought was wholely unessercery. The doctor listened and asked Michael the same questionsd his mum had about how his life was if anything was worrying him.

He explained that most bed wetting was usually down to emotional or pyscological problems and not usually physical. He assummed Michael must be under some stress and that it would most likely clear itself up in time. The doctor wanted to see a blood test and advised on some medication to buy to see if it helped in the meantime. He told them that he hoped the medicine would help hold the bladder during the night but to make sure Michael woke early to relieve himself.

The consultation was not nearly as terrible as Michael had assumed it would be and he hoped the medication would work. As Michael and his mother left the surgery, they thanked the doctor for his time, they decided to go right away to get the medicine.

"Well, that could have been a lot worse, don't you think?" Michael's mum asked as they drove.

"It was not as bad as I first thought." he replied.

"Lets get this medicine now and hopefully this sorts things out. We can go to the hospital for a blood test tomorrow."

Usually when any medcine was needed, Michael's mum would get it from the local supermarket as she normally had other things to buy. As she drove she thought about the pharmacist who she had met about a week ago when getting the nappies and decided that she would go back there.

Michael's mum was not hoping for anything to happen, it was just that the man had been so kind and she had been thinking about him on and off since. She felt guilty about her thoughts, but then why should she not have a little fun. She was almost over her divorce, it had been quite straight forward and she felt ready to get back to dating again. She had gone for a date a few months ago but it had been to soon and had ended badly, the man was a little forward with her and this put her off.

They arrived at the pharmacy and Michael decided that he would be bored sitting in the car so went in with his mother. She took the prescription to the counter and gave it the young lady serving. At first she was a dissappointed that the pharmacist was not there but was glad when he came out from the back. He did not notice her straight away, but once their eyes met the gentle mans smile beamed out.

"Oh...hello there. how have you been?" he asked with the same enthusiasum.

Michael's mum was so overjoyed that he had remembered her and felt like a giddy school girl. She too was smiling and felt a butterfly in her tummy. She really was drawn to him and she struggled to answer without showing it.

"I am...good, thanks...sorry, how are you?" she just about managed to string a sentence as she straightened a loose hair.

The pharmacist came around the side of the counter to speak with her and they met at the corner and faced each other. The man put his paperwork on the counter and the two of them started to chat together about the weather and how busy they were. Both were a little shy but it was clear that something was in the air as they continued.

"Oh, its very busy all day in here." he chuckled.

"I keep busy with housework...my daughter is back from university at the moment." came the equally uninteresting reply.

"I didn't ask, how is your son?" he perked up as he found something to talk about.

"We went to the doctors today, hence why we are here, getting some medication."

The two continued to natter as the prescription was prepared and by now Michael had found himself walking aimlessly around the pharmacy. He came to the aisle where all the baby products were and he saw the nappies which reminded him of his problems. He continued along and then saw the adult incontinence products. Michael stopped suddenly, he felt a strange sensation inside and his eyes switched this way and that over all the packages. He saw the same pack of nappies he had been using right at the bottom. But he could see that there were more varities and types.

As Michael looked on in a state of concentration and awe he heard his mum paying for the medicine and turning once again to the pharmacist. She seemed overly attentive of him and she passed him a piece of paper and a pen before saying thank you and walking away with a huge smile. Michael had not seen his mum smile like that for a long time and he was confused about what had made her so happy. He gave one last glance across the incontinence products before joining his mother as they left the pharmacy.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 16, 2014 at 11:11 AM
Content: On the journey home Michael thought incesently about what he had just seen. He did not understand it but felt compelled to find out more about all the different types of incontinece products. His mother on the other hand tapped her fingers on the steering wheel and hummed along to the radio.

"Why are you so happy, mum?" Michael enquired.

"Nothing, dear...just glad the doctors went smoothly and we have some medicine to stop the bed wetting." came her response.

"Okay...hope it works," he had a slight misgiving in his voice "do not want to be dealing with this anymore either."

They arrived home and continued with their day. Michael went down to the local shop to buy some snacks and get out of the house while his mother watched a little television. She was thinking about the pharmacist and was excited waiting for his call. She knew he would play it cool and phone in a few days but she could not help but crack a smile. He was so wonderful and engaging to her, she just hoped he was just as wonderful when they met again.

Michael could not stop thinking about what he had seen in the pharmacy, he was bisoted with the idea of all the different shapes and sizes the pads came in. He promised himself to have a look on the internet when he was alone and was compelled to find out more.

Later on when it was time for sleep, Michael and his mum looked over the medicine and read the instructions. It was a nasel spray that was to be used just before bedtime, Michael would need to spray one squirt up each nostrel everynight. They discussed whether or not Michael should wear a nappy in case the medicine did not work.

"Did you want to wear the pants tonight, or do you think you will be okay without out, what do you think?" Michael's mother asked.

"I don't know, mum. It would be nice not to have to wear it...but if there is wet sheets, you will be mad..." he tentalivly explained.

"I will not be mad if that happens, I promise. I will leave it up to you." she reassured him "Whatever you are comfortable with, sweetie."

Michael's mother did not want to add any pressure to her son, they had come so far and both felt the finish line was in sight. She hoped he opted to wear a nappy in case the medicine did not work. But she also felt his diginity had taken quite a bashing recently and the doctor had explained it was possibly all due to stress. Maybe giving him control could relieve the stress a little and with the medicine it could lead to dry nights.

Michael got ready for bed and was happy that he did not have to wear the nappy. He sprayed the medicine into his nose and felt a funny tickle as it went up. He looked at SkiFox sitting comfortably on the table and Michael wondered if he would dream of him again tonight. He had been enjoying the dreams and smiled to himself as he remebered all the fun he and the fox used to get up to when he was very young.

"Goodnight, SkiFox...you old friend." He said as he lay on his bed.

Michael was feeling good about being free from the embarressement of nappies and as he thought about how strange the last week or so had been, he prayed the medicine would work. He did not fall alseep right away and at times his mind was drifting back to his experience in the pharmacy. Michael keep playing the sight over and over in his mind and he could not shake the thought. He wondered why he was so intereted in it and started to become confused about what he was feeling. He also thought about how the nappies had been very obvious to his senses as he wore them throughout the night. He remembered he liked the feel of the outer plastic and how the leg cuffs rubbed against him.

Michael could not sleep and got up from his bed, he switched a light on looked and around his room. He saw SkiFox, still perched on the table, starring back at him. He then looked down towards the floor and thought about the nappies under the bed. He put his hand down and pulled the half used packet out. He did not know why he was doing this but he could not help putting his hand inside and stroking the smooth plastic. He put his nose in as well and took a deep intake of the smell he was also drawn to. Eventually he took one out and decided he wanted to wear it, he put it on and went back to bed. As he drifted off he enjoyed the nappy rubbing againt his skin and felt better inside.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Jan 16, 2014 at 3:17 PM
Content: Once asleep Michael found his dreams were once again very strange. He and SkiFox were at a ceremony to inauganate a young cub into the clan. SkiFox looked magnificant in his ceremonial cape with matching crown and he sat on his throne like platform as the cub's family looked on. It was a happy occasion and celebration was all around. Michael was dressed in a ceremonial outfit, as well, and had his sword gleaming in the light as it had been cleaned thoroughly.

As the ceremony came to an end the dignitries and family left, along with the cub. Everyone was proud and was glad to welcome the youngster into the fold. Michael and SkiFox were left alone and sat in silence as they enjoyed the beams pouring in from the cave sky light. The same bright light that had been covering Michael shone through and this time the dark figure that would normally disappear was suddenly clear.

It was a young woman who was dressed in royal purple and she looked most important. Michael was struck by her beauty and she had a slight smile across her delicate face. She moved forward with grace and as she came close to Michael, he found himself kneeling at her feet. He was completly absorbed by the lady and waited longingly for her to speak.

"Michael, great warrior of the Alopex Clan, kinsman of SkiFox and bearer of the Golden Water." She came across very official but with such elegance and kindness.

"My, lady..." Michael waited in anticiption as SkiFox held his head lowered towards the woman.

"I am Princess Canis, I have come from far across the skies to find you." she continued.

"I am here for you, Princess." Michael said with authority yet great integrity.

"I need your help, as do many others from many places...there is a terrible tyrant scouring the worlds of my people...only you, Michael the Gold Keeper, can stop him." she held her hand out to Michael and softly wrapped her hand around his chin and face "You know of whom I speak..."

The light began to fade and SkiFox gave out a mighty cry. The Princess started to fade and just before she vanished from sight she gave one more beautiful smile and starred right through Michael's eyes.

"I believe in you..." she faded away as did her sweet voice.

Michael woke with a jolt and was sweating, he felt very strange and dazed by the dream. It felt so real and he gathered his thoughts that were drawn towards the cuddly toy on his table. He got up from his bed and walked over to where SkiFox was sitting, Michael picked him up and looked him in the eye.

"What is happening, old boy...you seem so real in my dreams...who was that Princess Canis?" Michael muttered to the cuddly toy.

He soon felt more awake and put SkiFox back down. He steched his arms up and his t-shirt rubbed against the nappy he was still wearing. This shook him back to reality and he quickly inspected the nappy that was completely dry. Michael was estatic about this and blew a sigh of relieve because the medicine had worked. He knew now that the nightmare was behind him and he could move on from the horrible experience.

Michael was still wearing the nappy when he caght a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He thought about how he would not need them anymore as he seemed to have controlled the bed wetting.

Michael's mum was already up and heard him moving around his bedroom. She knocked on the door and asked if he was okay.

"I am fine, mum." he responded.

She opened the door and came in, she was desperate to know if he had kept the bed dry. As she entered Michael tried to hide the nappy by grabbing a pillow from the bed. He did not want his mum to know he had been wearing it because he liked them, although she would most likely assume he had worn it in case the medicine had not worked.

"MUM..." he exclaimed.

"Oh...you wore the pants again last night?" she was surprised "I thought you was going to try sleeping without them, oh well, while I am here let me see."

Michael slowly pulled the pillow away and showed his mother how dry he was. She was almost as excited as him and hugged her son because of the great news. She smiled at the sight of him in the nappy as Michael blushed a little. They talked about how, that since progress had been made, it would be a good idea to throw the remaining nappies away. Michael's mum wanted her son to have self confidence and dignity. She hated the thought of him having to use them and how awful it must have been for him recently.

Michael thought for a moment before responding. He hated the fact tht his mum had made him wear nappies because he wet the bed, but after a while he felt as though he almost wanted to have them. His feelings were confused, he did not understand the thoughts he was having but thought not having them would somehow be worse.

"Yeah, you are probably right mum...it just that..."

"What, dear, what is the matter?"

"I don't know...I just thought if the medicine stopped working...you know...might need them again.

"Okay..." Michael's mother was slighly confused "you want to keep them, just in case?"

"Yes, mum." he lied "If its okay with you?"

Michael's mum kissed and hugged him as she left his room. Michael took the nappy off and put it back in the bag. He thought as it was not wet he may be able to get another use out of it. The next few days were much better for Michael, the medicine worked everynight and his self esteem had come back. His mother decided to put the whole affair behind her, although she was concerned that he wanted to keep the nappies. She thought that it was the lesser of two evils, and her son was happy again.

The pharmacist eventually called and took Michael's mother out for a few dates and it blossomed into a romance. Michael liked the man and felt he was good for his mother as she had been having a rough time of late. Eliza never found out about the bed wetting and nappies, and went back to university non the wiser.

Michael kept his desire to wear the nappies a secret and the only one who knew how much he enjoyed them was SkiFox.

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Author: MotherFaith
Timestamp: Feb 7, 2014 at 10:53 AM
Content: Thank you very much for your comment dprboy, it is appreciated. The characters from this short story will appear in new stories currently being written. I wanted to use this one as the basis for setting a scene and characters that could be subsequently developed.