The French Exchange (Chapter 27 - UPDATED 10-12) -- (Author) BacktoBabyhood

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 11, 2022 at 5:41 AM
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Will has always had trouble keeping the bed dry. After a recent turn in fortunes, he is delighted when his parents make a long overdue change to his bedroom which signals the start of a new chapter in his life.

When he is offered the chance to go on a French Exchange with school, he wants to show that he’s grown up and ready to be an adult . Unfortunately for Will, he quickly learns on the trip away that he’s not outgrown all of his babyish habits quite yet…

His story begins with the trip to France but the arc is scheduled to run over several years.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 11, 2022 at 5:42 AM
Content: Patreon.com/backtobabyhood

I would love to write more frequently so I have setup a Patreon account. If I can raise enough then I will be able to dedicate more time to my writings and building the site.

It currently contains over 100 curated letters and stories as well as support articles. I have over 50 story ideas planned so I will be adding new content on a regular basis. My initial focus will be on the French Exchange - I have over 60 chapters planned for this story alone so it will be a long story which I hope you’ll enjoy! You can view the first four chapters now on Patreon with updates being added on a regular basis. Any support would be great appreciated. Thank you

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Chapter 1 - The French Exchange

“Wakey, wakey sleepy head. Time to get up!” Jacqui called out as she walked over towards the window. She drew back the curtains which filled the room with a ray of sunlight and abruptly ended Will’s attempt to prolong his lie-in.

“Mummm, it’s the weekend. I want to have a lie-in. It’s 8am!” he replied half asleep as he reluctantly opened his eyes.

“Well it’s your choice Darling, you can stay in bed and waste the day, or you can get up and help your Dad take that table down to the garage.”

His eyes opened as he excitedly responded to his Mum’s words: “Is he going to do it? Today?”

“Yes but only if you get up… he’s got golf later this morning so you know you father, it’s best you let him get started now before he gets distracted by something else.”

Will jumped out of bed and flipped his duvet aside. He grimaced as he heard the familiar rustling of the plastic sheet that his Mum had insisted remained on his bed.

Despite turning eighteen last week and now officially being an adult, his childhood bedroom had hardly changed from when he was at primary school. He had grown up with a love of dinosaurs and this was still reflected in his bedroom today.

The curtains featured a series of adorable dinosaur illustrations on a crisp white backdrop with a fun, jigsaw print reverse and the word ‘Roar’ splattered across them. The theme continued with a bright dinosaur mural on the four walls. Each was brightly coloured in shades of blue, red and yellow, adding a splash of colour to the room. And with dinosaur names prominently featured, the design had been chosen by Jacqui so that it was educational as well as fun.

Completing the childish theme was a plaque above Will’s bedroom door which spelled out his name. Will didn’t like the plaque and had often wanted to take it down but it had been given to him as a present by his Aunt when he was younger and she would often come into his room and comment how lovely it was that he had kept her sign. Will didn’t want to upset his Aunt's feeling so he had left it in place.

He knew in his heart that it was not normal to have a bedroom like this at his age but it had never been a priority for Will or his parents to decorate it. There had been several discussions but it had always been put on the back burner.

It might have been different if Will regularly had friends to come and stay but during his time at secondary school, he had never invited a friend to the house because of hisbedwetting issues. Even if his friends hadn’t of found out about the plastic sheet on his bed or the nappies he wore, there was an obvious giveaway in the room that revealed his secret.

In the far corner of his room, next to the wardrobe, there was a changing table, just like one you would normally see in a baby’s nursery, except much bigger.

It had been one of the worst days of Will’s life when he came home from school to find his Dad and Uncle building the table together. At the time, he had cried and protested profusely but to no avail. Jacqui had explained that having to change him on the bed was beginning to hurt her back and suggested that the ‘temporary’ addition would make it better for 'everyone’..... everyone but Will perhaps!

The table had been custom built by Jacqui’s brother who was a carpenter. Much to Will’s dismay, he had received it as a tenth birthday present. To this day, it remained the worst present that he had ever received.

Will had often insisted he didn’t need the help of his parents but despite these pleas and Will’s desire to be independent, there was good reason why his parents still helped.

There had been several occasions in the past when Will had fallen asleep without his nappy on and when he had been given the opportunity to put it on himself, it had often leaked, especially after his Mum decided to move from disposables to cloth in order to ‘save the planet and save some money’.
Will had never been able to grasp how to put cloth nappies on himself and had defaulted to asking for help from his parents. He didn’t like to admit it but it was much easier when they did it.

The changing table was very embarrassing and he had campaigned for it to be removed from his room ever since its arrival. His Mum had been reluctant to authorise its removal until she was certain that her son had outgrown the bedwetting phase and no longer needed nappies at night.

With the exception of a brief spell in his early teens, Will had consistently wet the bed and worn some form of protection at night. It was only in recent months that his parents had finally agreed that he didn’t need to wear nappies anymore after several months of dry nights.

After such a long period of wearing nappies, Will had accepted having to wear them and become accustomed to their role in his life, even if he still disliked the embarrassment they brought him. He could deal with the nappies but he had always hated that his parents didn’t trust him to deal with the issue himself and that they treated him like an infant who couldn’t look after himself.

Will was a kind and thoughtful boy so while he would never wish his condition on anyone, he did sometimes resent the fact that his younger brother Tom had never experienced any problems. When he was lying on the table being changed into his nappy by Mum or Dad, he would often think about how it should be his younger brother in his position.

Tom had never displayed any empathy to his older brother in relation to his nighttime issues. Rather than being sympathetic, he took every opportunity to tease Will, and found it especially amusing to remind his older brother when it was ‘time for the baby to go and get his nappy changed by Mummy’.

There had been several warnings from his parents that he would regret it, if he kept teasing Will, but the words always seemed to have little substance behind them and there had never been any form of serious consequence despite the threats.

Tom had turned thirteen earlier in the year and had just entered year eight at secondary school. Unlike his brother who was timid and well behaved, he was often in trouble at school and took pleasure in challenging authority. That led to a fractured relationship with Jacqui because she liked to be in charge and did not enjoy being challenged by her thirteen year old son.

Their appearances did not suggest that there was a five year age gap between them. Tom was often assumed to be the older of the two brothers, partly because he carried himself with more confidence than his older brother.

Will had often wished that he was more like his younger brother - confident, popular, sporty and most importantly, dry at night. While Tom was out seeing friends and inviting them to stay, Will had sat in his room keeping a low profile and playing games on his own.

He took a sip of water from the cup of water on his bedside table as he continued to process what he had been told by his Mum. He was out of nappies and after today, the changing table would be gone meaning that any visible evidence of his legacy nighttime issues would be gone.

Today was freedom day. He could move on and begin doing things that were never previously possible. He couldn’t wait to invite a friend to come and stay and enjoy his newfound freedom but as he looked around the bedroom, he smiled and thought to himself that it might finally be time to get his parents to re-decorate. After all, he didn’t want his friends thinking he was a baby.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 11, 2022 at 6:05 AM
Content: Indeed, the first few chapters just set the scene. I hope the best is yet to come…

As I’m excited to share more of the story, I will put Chapter Two up as well….

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Will shouted down the corridor to his Dad. He had been promising to take the table down for a long time but there had always been an excuse until now so Will wanted to make sure that he didn’t miss the boat again.

A few minutes later, Keith entered the room with his toolbox and walked over to the corner of the room where he set about dismantling the table.
As he methodically began taking the table apart, he came across a number of items that were still in the bottom drawers and called out to his wife.

“Jacqui, do you want to keep the nappies or shall I throw them out?”

She entered the room and headed towards her husband who handed her one of the nappies. Will had always been small for his age and stood at about 5ft6. He had had a growth spurt recently though so she was keen to check if they would still fit her son.

She walked towards Will and asked him to stand up from the bed so that she could see if the nappy would still fit. Will was almost speechless as he looked at her in astonishment - he didn’t need them anymore so why was she embarrassing him like this?

Before he could process the request and react, she had grabbed his pyjama bottoms and pulled them down.

“It’s probably quicker if I just check this way…”
“Mummmmm…. what are you doing?” as he tried to wriggle free but was held back by his Mum’s firm hand on his stomach.

Tom overheard the commotion and ran into Will’s room to see his Mum trying to fit the nappy around Will’s waist. He laughed “Oh dear, is he back in nappies again?”.

Jacqui snapped back “Not funny Thomas, we’re just seeing if the nappies still fit. Now out you get”.

Jacqui finished fitting the nappy around Will’s waist as Tom went back to his bedroom.

She confirmed back to her husband: “Yes, they still fit him so best to keep them just to be on the safe side”.

Will was still in shock as she yanked the nappy out from under him and pulled his pyjama bottoms back up.

It took him a few moments to recover his composure but his face displayed a look of both anger and shock at what had just happened.

Today was supposed to be the day when he finally became a 'big boy' but instead his Mum had just humiliated him by putting a nappy on him in front of his Dad and brother.

“Mum, I’m 18, I don’t still need nappies and I’m not a baby so stop treating me like one.”

He paused for a moment before continuing his rant “Why do you want to keep them? I don’t want them in my room and I don’t need that plastic sheet on my bed anymore.”

“Darling, I’m keeping them just in case - I am sure you won’t need them but you never know. As for bed, I know it’s a bit noisy but it protects your mattress if you have a slip up so it needs to stay I am afraid. We’re not buying another mattress - they’re not cheap. And don’t forget, you had an accident not so long ago so better safe than sorry”.

Will sighed loudly as he jumped off the bed and walked towards the computer in the opposite corner of the room where his Dad and Mum were standing.

He was used to being told what to do and rarely, if ever, managed to persuade his Mum to change her mind so he didn’t see any point in continuing the protests. But he did want to express his feelings and for her to know that he was very cross at what just happened.

Keith gathered up the nappies and placed them into the empty bottom drawer. His son watched on as the jubilation of seeing the changing table being dismantled was dampened by his Mum’s lack of faith in his ability to keep dry at night.

In Jacqui’s defence, Will had been a lifelong bedwetter and had only stopped wetting at night consistently in the last year. And even since then, he'd had a few accidents.

Her fear that he would revert to his old ways was understandable but there was also another reason why Jacqui was reluctant to fully release her son from the nappies that he had worn all of his life. She wouldn’t admit it but Jacqui had always liked that her oldest son needed her and feared losing the sweet and docile boy that she had brought up for the last 18 years.

Bedwetting has an impact on anyone who was unlucky enough to experience it but in Will’s case, it had been somewhat exacerbated by Jacqui’s method of dealing with it.

It was not intentional and was meant in the right way but she had always treated Will in a very infantile way which had made him feel inferior to others and given him little confidence to make decisions for himself. He had been dependent on his parents, especially his Mum, in nearly all aspects of his life.

He had become conditioned to being told what to do. He had always hoped that he would become a stronger character and more independent when he stopped wetting the bed but in his heart, he knew that he would always be very quiet and submissive. He didn’t like to admit it but he was the definition of a ‘Mommy’s Boy’.

Will found Jacqui overbearing at times and he wished that she would treat him more like an adult but he did adore her. In some ways, he had grown to quite enjoy being looked after - it made him feel secure and safe.

He wanted to start making more of his own decisions and develop a bit more independence but he also didn’t want to be too far from home. Breaking free of his Mum would be a challenge because it was all he had ever known but he was hopeful that he would be able to go and make a life for himself away from his family.

Keith removed the final bits of the changing table. He had told Jacqui and Will that it was a really big job but it had actually only taken 15 minutes.

It was a common occurrence for Keith to exaggerate how long a task would take because he hated being asked to do DIY and would much rather be out playing golf or relaxing in the garden. Jacqui’s long list of tasks would often take months to be done. It was normally only when she lost her patience and flipped that her husband would finally take action to keep her happy and get some peace.

Keith made his way towards the door with the remaining parts of the table and informed Will that he was finished.

“All done mate”

Will smiled back and replied “Thanks Dad, you’re the best. Enjoy your golf!”

As Keith made his way down the stairs to the garage, Tom peaked his head around the door. He walked casually into the room and looked over at his older brother who was now playing a computer game.

“Finally getting rid of your baby things I see. What a big boy you are”, Tom remarked sarcastically in a babyish voice.

“Shut up Tom, Mum’s warned you about teasing me”.

“Awww you’re going to tell Mummy… how cute.”

“Get out Tom, I’m not in the mood.”

Will rarely stood up to his brother but he was not in the mood to entertain him today after being humiliated by his Mum earlier. He directed Tom towards the door and then slammed the door behind him as he left.

He was still upset by what had happened earlier but as he reflected, the feeling of relief started to displace his earlier feelings of anger and upset. As he lay on his bed, he started to think of the possibilities in the next chapter of his life.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 11, 2022 at 7:52 PM
Content: Chapter 3
Will is offered a one in a lifetime opportunity to go on an exchange trip to France. He is reluctant to go but the decision is soon taken out of his hands.

The last two years of Will’s life had been disrupted, much like everyone else, due to the pandemic. The timing was not ideal as it had severely impacted his studies. He was a very bright boy and in 3 of his 4 a-level subjects, he was on course for a A*.

The only subject where he was struggling was French. He had never been a gifted linguist and despite his desire to learn the language, he had always struggled and without the ability to practice in a classroom setting, he had made very little progress.

Will had been advised against taking French by his teacher and others because he had not studied it at GCSE but he had been determined to do it and so the School supported his decision. He really liked his teacher, Mr Anderson, and had met a few good friends from the class but in hindsight, he knew he had made a mistake even if he wouldn’t publicly admit it.

With the worst of the pandemic now subsiding, Will was beginning to get back into a routine and some degree of normality. At the end of his French class, Mr Anderson announced that the school was going to be running the French Exchange programme for the first time since the pandemic. He shared his enthusiasm for the opportunity and told the class that it would be a great chance to immerse themselves in the French language and catch up on the learning they had missed as a result of the pandemic. The catch was that they needed to decide by the end of the week because the trip had been rescheduled at short notice now that the travel restrictions had been waived.

As Will considered what he had just been told, he was torn - in some way, this was exactly what he needed. An opportunity to catch-up on his French, learn the language and improve his grades but it would also mean spending a month away from home. Due to his bedwetting issues, he had never gone to sleepovers or on school trips before and was worried at the prospect of being away from home for a month.

There was also a bit of fear within him about the idea of having a bedwetting mishap while away but his confidence had grown over the last 18 months and this was somewhat secondary to the fear of being away from his parents for such a long period of time, especially in a country where he didn’t know anyone and didn’t speak the language.

Jacqui had not allowed Will to learn to drive like most of his friends because she felt it was dangerous and had told him that it would be better if he waited until he was more mature and that she would drive him around in the meantime. This meant that Will still had to get the school bus home with the rest of the school children including his brother Tom. It was a short journey home but it gave him time to mull over the decision that he had to make. He knew he should go but he was leaning towards saying no because he just couldn’t face such a long period away from home.

As he entered the kitchen, he was greeted by his Mum who had a cup of apple juice ready for him. She looked excited about something and clearly wanted to tell Will something.

“I got an email from the School earlier and I’ve got some really exciting news - they have rescheduled the French Exchange. It’s just what you need so when I got the letter and saw there was limited spots and that you had to make a decision by the end of this week, I thought I better speak to the school and tell them you want to go. Luckily the lady in the reception office was very kind and let me book you on. I’ve paid the money so you just need to go and sign a few forms tomorrow. Isn’t it great news?”

Will looked in bewilderment at his Mum. This was typical of her. She always just took over and made decisions without checking with him. He was old enough to make his own decisions and he didn’t even want to go on this stupid trip. He rarely got angry with his Mum but on this occasion, he couldn’t contain it:

“It’s not your decision to make - it’s mine. I’m not even sure I want to go on this stupid trip. Keep out of my business next time”.

Jacqui was shocked as Will rarely spoke like that to her. He was normally so docile and quietly spoken. Normally she would have not taken this from Will and she would have been lost her temple and put him in his place but on this occasion, she was slightly concerned and let him run upstairs to his bedroom unchallenged to cool down.

After about 30 minutes, Jacqui took Will’s juice along with some sliced apple up to his room. Will had never liked the skin on apples so Jacqui had always taken care of it for her little soldier. She entered his room and he was face down in his pillow sobbing.

“I’m sorry my little soldier, I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought you’d want to go on this trip”

Will lifted his head but remained facing his pillow as he sobbed quietly.

“I know Mum, it’s not really your fault. I just don’t know if I want to go or not”.

“Why not? It will be great. You’re going to Lyon - you’ll love the food there and it’s going to really help you with your studies”.

“But…. I don’t know if I will be able to do it. What if I…

Jacqui interrupted Will thinking that she had identified the issue that was concerning him.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already thought of that. I am sure you will be fine but I still have a few pairs of your old nightwear and I can get some more ordered in time. You’ll have your own room so no-one will know if you’re wearing them”

“Mum! It’s not that - I’ve told you, I’m 18. I don’t need nappies at night. I keep telling you. I only had one accident recently and that was because I had a few beers with Dad and it just went straight through me”

“You’re a big boy so it’s your decision. I just think it might be sensible just in case…’

“I am not a baby Mum. I am not taking nappies. And that’s not what I’m worried about”

Jacqui looked puzzled and quizzed Will further, “well what is it then my little soldier?”

“I’m just worried about being away for that long, I’m just wondered about being homesick. My French is also really bad. What happens if I get a horrible family that can’t speak any English”.

“That won’t happen Will, the school assured me that they make sure the family is right for you and you’re going to work on your French so even if it’s not so great now, I am sure you’ll come back fluent”, Jacqui smiled at Will and stroked his hair back and forth as she finished her words encouragement.

“I guess” Will said as he slowly lifted his head up from the pillow and smiled back at his Mum.

Jacqui kissed Will on the forehead before heading towards the door. As she left, she turned and said “Do your homework before supper and if you want to change your mind then you can but I’ll look rather silly and we will lose the deposit”.

That was a typical comment from Jacqui. She made Will think he had a decision and offered him the chance to object but in reality, she had already made the decision and her comments made it clear that pulling out was not really an option unless Will wanted to lose her a lot of face and money - neither of which she would have been pleased about!

Jacqui walked downstairs and out to the garage. It was clear that she knew exactly what she was looking for as she walked to the back and navigated the various obstacles on the way. She moved a few bits to the side to clear a path through and to reveal the dismantled changing table. She reached down to open one of the drawers and pulled out some of Will’s old nappies.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 11, 2022 at 9:43 PM
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Chess said:

I thought the nappies were moved from the drawer in the table to the bottom drawer of Will’s wardrobe in chapter 2. Did I misunderstand or why are they again in the table drawer?

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Thanks for spotting that, it was an oversight from me They were moved to the empty borrow drawer of the changing table which is why they are mentioned in the garage in Chapter 3. The relevance should become clear as the story develops

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 12, 2022 at 10:21 AM
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Chapter Four
As the trip to France draws closer, Jacqui decides to speak with the School about her little soldier. On the night before his departure, Will makes a fatal mistake which will come back to haunt him when he wakes up....

Will opened the kitchen door as he returned from school. Jacqui was on the phone but seemed keen to shut the conversation down.

“Ok thank you Mr Anderson, I will get that sorted, just in case. Will has actually just come in the door so I better go”

Will looked quizzingly at his Mum and asked “Why are you speaking to Mr Anderson? It’s embarrassing that you still call my teachers. I’m 18 Mum”

Jacqui looked flustered as she replied “Nothing important my little soldier, I just wanted to check the arrangements for your departure on Saturday. Don’t get so stressed”

Will started to walk over towards the kitchen table as she told his Mum “I gave you all of the details. They’re on the letter by your laptop”.

“Stop where you are William Samuel Parry - I am doing something confidential for work on that laptop so don’t go near it please. Why don’t you go and play upstairs and I’ll call you for supper in a bit?”

Will was bemused by his Mother’s reaction. He had seen countless confidential documents from her work. Why was this one so important? It must have been very confidential as she never used his full name unless he was in real trouble.

As soon as Will started heading upstairs, Jacqui ran over to the laptop. She entered her card details and cross referenced the delivery address against some scribbles she had made on the back of an envelope. As soon as the purchase was confirmed, she closed the browser and shut the laptop screen down before recovering some of her normal composure and going back to making the boys supper.

As Saturday approached, Will started to pack his things but as normal, Jacqui had soon taken over.

She turned to Will “I don’t want you to get homesick and I want you to enjoy yourself so I think it would be best, in fact I insist, that we have as little contact as possible while you’re away. If you really need to speak with me then you can and likewise we can contact you but otherwise I want you to focus on having fun. If you’re in touch with us lots then you’ll get more homesick and you won’t get the best of the trip.

In the information guide, the school recommend that you leave your phone with Mr Anderson at the start of the trip because otherwise you’ll be using it the whole time and not practicing your French. I know you won’t be able to bear being without your phone but trust me, it will be much better if you can fully embrace the trip and not spend the whole time on Facebook, what do you think?”

“I don’t know Mum, I don’t think I want to not have my phone. What if I need to call you or want to speak with friends?”

“We’ll all be waiting for you. It’s only for a few weeks and it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity - if you waste it by being on your phone the whole time after I’ve paid over £2000 then I won’t be very happy with you young man".

Will’s Dad chimed in “And they’ve re-introduced roaming charges in Europe after Brexit so you won’t be able to use your phone out and about anyway. And we’re not having a repeat of last time you ran up a huge bill on your phone otherwise you’ll be working to pay it off this time…”

Will looked nervously to the floor as his Dad reminded him of the time that he accidentally ran up a £600 bill while on holiday abroad when he was 13. He then replied timidly to his parents.

“Ok, ok. I’ll give my phone to Mr Anderson if that’s what you want? As long as you promise me that you can ring me if there’s any problems.

His Mum happily replied “Well done my little soldier. And one last thing, are you sure you don’t think it would be wise to take a pair of your old nightwear pants just in case?”

Will responded sharply “Mum! How many times have I told you? I don’t need nappies anymore. I’m not a baby”.

As Will replied, Tom walked past the room and laughed as he heard his brother protesting.

Jacqui tugged Will’s ear playfully and whispered in his ear using a childish voice “Ok, I know you’re a big boy now so it’s your decision”. If Jacqui was supposed to want Will feel empowered and grown up then it didn’t really help how she spoke to him as it came across that she still thought of him as a little boy who was incapable of making decisions for himself.

As Will sat around the table with his family that evening, he contemplated that it would be his last meal with them for a while. Jacqui had done Will’s favourite meal which was chicken dinosaurs with chips and beans. It was a bit childish but Will and Tom had always loved it so it was regularly on the family menu, especially for special occasions such as tonight.

Will finished his meal with the family as they drank together and talked about old memories and had a fun evening. Even Tom was in good form and when he wished Will good luck for the trip, it did actually seem genuine for once. Of course the benefit of Will being away for a month was that Tom would have full control of the TV and Xbox which was probably the reason behind his good mood.

Will had an early start so he wanted to get an early night. He brushed his teeth, made a last check on his suitcase and then got his pyjamas on and jumped into bed. As he started to close his eyes, Jacqui opened the door quietly and came over to her son’s bed and kissed him on the forehead before reiterating her pride at his ‘decision’ to go on the trip.

“I’m so proud of my little soldier. I know this trip is a big deal for you but it will be brilliant. Sleep well, don’t let the bed bugs bite”.

“Thanks Mum. Night”.

Will and Jacqui both struggled to get to sleep because they were both nervous. They had always been very close so there was also an element of worry about spending four weeks apart.

Will finally managed to drift off to sleep but in all of the excitement, Will had cleaned his teeth but forgotten to go to the toilet before getting into bed.

Not long after he fell asleep, Will’s bedtime blues would return. He would be waking up in a wet bed…

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 15, 2022 at 1:42 AM
Content: Part 5

Will's trip to France gets off to the worst possible start when he wakes up to a familiar problem.

Keith had regularly told his wife that Will was past his bedtime blues and they should let him take the plastic sheet off his bed but a mother’s intuition is normally right.

Jacqui knew her son better than anyone and her reluctance to dismiss Will’s protests to remove that plastic sheet seemed unfair at the time but her decision now seemed to have been vindicated as her son started to awake to a familiar feeling that he thought he had put behind him.

It took Will a few moments to wake up and realise what had happened. He initially thought it was a dream or more accurately, a nightmare but it soon became clear that this was reality and he had regressed and soaked his bed. He wanted to cry but knew he couldn’t at this point - he only had half an hour to get ready and his Mum would be walking through the door any moment.

He whispered under his breath to himself “Why today? Why just before I’m going off for a month? I can’t believe it..”

He mulled over why it had happened. Was it the nerves or perhaps that they drank a lot last night? He then recalled that he forgot to go to the bathroom in all of the excitement. This revelation actually gave Will quite a bit of reassurance as it was not nerves or anything like that. It was just because he made the mistake of forgetting to go to the toilet before bed and he wouldn’t make that mistake in France.

As he hesitated over what to do next, his Mum opened the door. She straight away identified the smell and recognised the problem that Will had.

“Oh dear soldier, I am sure it’s just the nerves. You’ll be fine once you get there. Don’t worry about it. Take off your clothes and put them in a pile by the door then jump in the shower while I get this cleaned up for you”.

When Will was in this situation, he always felt like a child and became very quiet and docile. He would do whatever he was told and became dependent on his Mum to help sort out the mess he found himself in.

He walked towards the landing to get into the shower. As he got to the door, he pulled his wet pyjamas bottoms down while his Mum stripped his bed in the background. He jumped a towel to cover him up and opened his door ready to make his way across the landing to the shower.

Unfortunately, at the very moment he opened his door, his brother walked out of the bathroom and saw Will’s wet bedding being stripped and put on the floor. He sniggered before making a sly remark.

“Oh dear, looks like you’re not quite ready to be out of pampers after all. Hopefully you’ll keep your pants dry while you’re away..”

The cruel comment really hit home to Will. He put his head down to the floor and said nothing back as Tom walked past him. Will quickly ran to the shower and locked the door behind him.

He felt better after his shower. At least he didn’t smell like a baby anymore however he was now doubting if he could go on the trip and he expressed his concerns to his Mum while his Dad listened in the background:

“Mum, I don’t think I want to go. I want to withdraw from the trip”

“Don’t be silly Darling, you can’t withdraw now. It’s too late - you’re all packed and ready to go. It’s just a few last minute nerves. Once you’re on your way with your friends, it will be fine.

Will really wasn’t so sure but his Mum’s empathic response made it clear that he had no choice - like most things, it had been decided by his Mum. He was going to France if he liked it or not.

He looked around his house and took a moment to think about how much he’ll miss it. He had lived in this house for nearly all of his life and it had mostly good memories. He knew that he would be home soon but a month seemed a long time away. Is it bad that he was already starting to count down the days till he was home and he hadn’t even left yet?

His Mum and Dad were going to drop him off so both grabbed some of the bags and helped load the car. The meeting spot for the bus was close - in normal traffic, it would take about 15 minutes but as it was early in the morning and there was no traffic, it would probably be a lot quicker, especially given that his Dad was driving.

It was going to be a long day for Will. Once they were on the bus, they were then going to get the ferry to Calais and head on to their destination which was near Lyon. His Mum had been researching places to visit and had given Will a long list of places to go. While he was very reserved in the car and generally about the trip, he was quite excited about the food as they had visited Lyon many years ago and he remembered having some of the best food of his life.

As they arrived at the car park, they parked up and unloaded all of Will’s bags onto the bus. His parents hugged Will, said their goodbyes and returned to their car with Jacqui taking a short detour on the way back to speak briefly with Mr Anderson. They had agreed to keep the farewell as short as possible to minimise the risk of anyone crying.

For many of his classmates, this was just another trip but for Will, this was a big deal. He had never been on any overnight school trips, at primary or secondary school, because of his bedwetting so he felt a bit like a primary school child probably feels when they go off on their first school trip without their parents.

He was holding back the tears as he watched his parents walk away but he knew he had to pull it together. He would never live it down if he started crying because he was leaving his parents. His classmates would think he was a total baby.

Luckily a friend called his name so he turned around and was pleased to be distracted. Simon was a very kind boy and a long term friend of Wills. Neither of the boys would be considered to be particularly cool but both were generally well liked by their classmates and never caused any bother. They agreed to sit next to each other on the coach which was a relief as Will found out that Year 9 were also on the same coach as Year 13 and he didn’t want to end up sitting next to one of them if he couldn’t find a friend to sit by.

As they stood waiting and chatting in the car park, Will spotted Phoebe in the distance who he always had a secret crush on. She was very pretty and popular so he had always known that she was out of his league. As a timid boy, Will had never had any success with girls and found them quite scary.

He was pleasantly surprised when she smiled over at him and waved. He blushed as he awkwardly smiled back and waved. He turned to his parents’ car and saw his Dad proudly looking over - Keith put his thumb up to signal his approval which embarrassed Will even more.

Despite the embarrassment, he was secretly delighted that she had acknowledged him and seemed to know who he was, but he was equally nervous about what he would say if she started trying to speak with him.

That event with Phoebe had really calmed Will’s nerves and now that he was there, he was beginning to be a bit excited. He just wanted to get there and meet his host family as the waiting was the worst bit.

As they stood by the car waiting for the bus to depart, Keith turned to his wife.

“I know you normally worry enough for both of us but do you think he’ll be ok? What if it happens out there again? I mean it probably will happen again won’t it?

“Don’t worry Darling, I’ve already sorted it”

Keith looked confused as he enquired for more information from his wife. “What do you mean? How have you sorted it?”

“Now you’re worrying - I thought this might happen so I put a contingency plan in place just in case”.

Keith didn’t know what his wife had done but knowing Jacqui, she had a plan in place. As the bus set off, they stood outside their car to wave Will off. He waved with a nervous smile on his face as the bus turned around the corner and out of sight.

There was no going back now…

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 25, 2022 at 1:21 AM
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Part Six
Will’s trip to France gets off to the worse possible start but he luckily finds an ally on the coach.

Will had always been the type who took the front seats on the coach. Rather than fighting for the back seats like everyone else, Will and Simon were content to just get a seat and get settled.

After the early start, both boys were tired and after a brief period of talking, they took an opportunity to have a brief nap. When they woke up, the coach had arrived in Calais and was boarding the ferry. The actual boat trip from Dover to Calais was about 90 minutes so by the time they had got off the boat and grabbed a drink, it was time to return to the bus for the next leg of the journey which was a seven hour drive to their final destination.

As the bus drove off the ferry, Mr Anderson stood at the front of the bus to inform the group that the next scheduled stop would be in two hours time.

“The ferry was late departing so we’re behind schedule and need to make up some time. As I told you all earlier, we will only be stopping at schedule points. The next stop is about two hours away. There is no toilet on board the coach so hopefully everyone has been to the bathroom on the ferry. Right, let’s get on the road”

Will’s heart sank as he winced at the announcement. He realised that he must have been asleep earlier when Mr Anderson briefed the group. He was instantly regretting his decision to drink about three glasses of coke after buying a bottomless soda. While he did pop to the bathroom when he first got on to the ferry, he didn’t have time before they got off.

While Will’s bathroom troubles had primarily been at night, he had also had several accidents over the years when he couldn’t get to a bathroom in time. He hadn’t had an accident in the day for a few years but he was also very aware that his bladder was not the best and certainly wouldn’t be able to hold on for two hours. This was the sort of situation that Will had dreaded.

He shut his eyes and scrunched his lips against his nose as he sat in his seat paralysed with fear that he was about to have an accident. When he opened his eyes, he saw his teacher, Mr Anderson, walking up the aisle of the coach. Simon had taken the window seat and again fallen asleep so Will took the opportunity to quietly whisper his issue to the young teacher who was very nice and had always been supportive of Will in his studies.

“Sir, I drank quite a lot of coke on the ferry and didn’t have the chance to use the bathroom. Is there any chance we could stop quickly?”

Unbeknown to Will, Jacqui had briefed his teacher on his bed wetting challenges. As a result, Mr Anderson was sympathetic to the situation and asked the driver to stop at the next service station. Will might not have been aware of his Mum’s interference but on this occasion, it had been a very valuable intervention.

“On this occasion, I will ask the driver to stop at the next available point”. Will clearly wanted to jump in but before he had the chance, Mr Anderson anticipated what he was going to ask, “And no Will, we can’t stop on the side of the road to let you go. It’s an offence here to pee in public and I don’t want to end up using my French vocabulary with the local police”, he joked

To avoid drawing attention to Will, he made an excuse for stopping and told everyone on the coach that they would have 5 minutes to run to the toilet and then they would be straight back on the road.

It was a relief that the coach would be stopping but his bladder was struggling to hold on and every minute seemed like an hour. Mr Anderson looked back down the coach and could see the panic on Will’s face and that his legs were doing the dance that is normally associated with little children who have only recently been potty trained.

He walked down the coach and discreetly told Will that the bus was very close to the stop point and it should only be a few minutes longer. The news gave Will some welcome encouragement as he was increasingly worried that he was about to lose his battle - if that happened then he was in real trouble and it would be the worst possible start to the trip. He would never live it down and would have to spend a month with a bus full of people who would know that he wet his pants at the age of 18.

As his legs jumped around and he tried to hold on, he started to wonder if his Mum was right after all and if he should have taken some of his old protection just in case. After last night and now this, he was not as confident about his ability to stay dry as he previously had been.

The main advantage of being at the front of the coach is that you can get off quickly. Before it had even stopped, Will was up and ready to get off and run towards the toilet. As the door opened, he desperately ran off the coach in search of the toilet. He looked for signs to the toilet - they were all in French which made it more difficult but he could see them in the distance so ran as fast as he could while holding his bladder with his hand in the hope that it would help him hold on for a bit longer.

As he finally approached the mens toilet, his heart sank as he saw a queue outside. It was a small queue but any queue at this point was disastrous. Just like when he woke up after wetting the bed, he was talking under his breath airing his inner thoughts. These reflected the desperate situation that he find himself in.

“I can’t hold on much longer. Why didn’t they have urinals? Surely everywhere has urinals? Bloody France - I hate this place already. Can’t they hurry up. What’s taking them so long?”.

He could feel pee starting to trickle into his pants - at any moment, he was going to lose control as he grabbed his pants even tighter with his hand. The man in front seemed to have noticed Will’s desperate need and kindly signalled for him to go in front.

He was very grateful but also embarrassed that it was obvious that he was so close to wetting his pants that a grown man had stepped aside to let him use the toilet first. Will was now first in the queue and could now feel a small trickle of pee leaking out. As the door opened, he ran towards it, almost knocking over the man who was exiting the cubicle. The man shouted something in French at Will but he really didn’t care at this point.

As he locked the cubicle door, the small trickle turned into a constant flow of pee as he lost the battle with his bladder. His Mum had to insisted that he wore a belt to keep his jeans up but at this moment, that belt was not what Will needed, especially as it always got stuck which made it difficult to get off as pee continued to flow into his pants. As this happened, he cursed his Mum for making him wear the belt while also lamenting the fact that he hadn’t removed his belt while he had the chance in the queue or on the bus.

He finally got it off and was able to pull his pants back and direct the stream of pee towards the toilet. He felt a sense of relief as he had averted a total crisis and wouldn’t have urine dripping down the legs. He was however still not sure how much he had soaked his pants so he needed to assess the severity of the situation once he finished peeing in the toilet.

He pulled a large number of toilet sheets from the holder ready to try and minimise the damage. His underwear was clearly wet so Will did his best to dry the pants with the toilet paper but it was to little avail.

Will’s bigger concern at this point was the clear wet patch on the crotch of his trousers. He had stupidly decided to wear a pair of light beige coloured chinos. In hindsight, a pair of dark jeans would have been a much better choice as it would have concealed the problem more effectively.

As he contemplated his options, he heard Mr Anderson calling his name which was not a good sign. He looked at his watch and realised that he had already taken five minutes. When Mr Anderson knocked on the cubical door, Will sheepishly confirmed his location.

“I’m in here Sir’’….

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 27, 2022 at 12:46 AM
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Part 7

Will arrives in France and meets his host family, but before then, he has had to deal with the aftermath of his earlier incident...

Will opened the door slowly. As he opened it further, the issue was visible to Mr Anderson who asked Will to let him into the cubicle for a moment. In normal times, he would never have considered letting his teacher into the toilet cubicle while he was in there but this was a very unusual situation and he needed help.

“Sorry Sir, I made it here but I couldn’t get my belt and trousers off before I started peeing”.

“It’s not actually that bad - it’s certainly better than I feared it might have been. Take this jumper and put it around waist and it will cover up the wet patch on the trousers. By the time we get to the next stop, it should have dried a bit”

Will took the jumper and did as he was told, tying it around his waist.

Mr Anderson was right, it did cover it up. As they exited the cubicle, they got a few funny looks but at this point, Will’s greatest concern was his classmates rather than random French men giving him funny looks.

Will thanked his teacher profusely for being so helpful and kind as they headed back to the bus.

“Don’t sweat it, I can assure you that you are not the only person to sometimes have accidents. Believe me”. Mr Anderson replied in a reassuring tone.

As Will headed back to his seat, he wasn’t sure if it was him just being paranoid but it did feel like he was getting a few funny looks.

Once the bus was on its way again, he soon settled back into reading his book. He did however keep thinking about the last thing that Mr Anderson said. Was there other children on the trip who had similar challenges to Will? He didn’t expect he would ever find out but it had made him a little better about recent events.

The rest of the journey was uneventful as they slowly made their way to Lyon. After the last 24 hours, Will was relieved to have a quiet and uneventful end to the journey. He just wanted to get there now and meet his host family. At this point, his biggest fear was that he wouldn’t be able to communicate with anyone, if the family didn’t speak a bit of English. He prayed that he would get a host family who were nice and able to speak with him.

As they pulled into the car park, they were greeted by hundreds of people all huddled together ready to pick up their respective exchange students. Will’s nerves began to reach fever point.

Mr Anderson took to the front of the bus and made his final announcement to the group before they departed.

“To make this as simple as possible, we’re going to call you off one at a time. As you all know, this trip is about immersing yourself in the French language and culture so the school actively encourages you to avoid taking a mobile phone to your host family’s house. This is your choice but you will not need it while you’re here and if you’re serious about improving your language skills then I urge you to speak and read as little English as possible and make the best of this unique opportunity”.

Will had promised to hand over his mobile phone but after reflecting, he had decided to keep it so he could say in touch with friends and call home if needed.

As Will’s name was called, he said his goodbyes to Simon and walked towards the door where Mr Anderson was waiting.

“Phone please Will”

“I was going to keep it actually Sir”

“I don’t think so. Hand it over. Your Mum was very insistent. If she finds out I’ve let you keep it then I’ll be for the high jump”

Will got that familiar feeling that his Mum had won the argument and she wasn’t even in France.

“Ok Sir, here it is”, Will said despondently.

“Oh and Will, I need my jumper back I’m afraid but the worst is dry luckily so no-one should notice your pants. I suggest you change as soon as you can though. You don’t want to make a bad first impression do you? Good luck - here’s your host family coming over now”.

Will thanked Mr Anderson and nervously walked over towards his host family.

He was greeted by Guillaume who looked just like the picture that the school had shared. He was however much shorter than Will had expected and could easily have passed as one of the Year 9 Exchange students. There was a friendly albeit awkward exchange of hellos between the two boys before Will followed Guillaume to meet the rest of his family.

He was first introduced to Audrey, who was Guillaume’s mother. She was an attractive looking lady and smiled sweetly. She spoke very quickly so while Will appreciated her efforts to engage, he struggled to understand what was being said and just nodded along politely.

After Will had navigated his way though the conversations with Audrey, he was introduced to the father who was called Louis. He was short, like his eldest son, but dressed very smartly and seemed softly spoken. Like his wife, it did not appear that he spoke very limited English.

Finally, Will was introduced to the youngest brother, Karim. He was a similar age to Tom and seemed very shy which was understandable in the circumstances.

After all of the pleasantries had been exchanged, Audrey instructed her husband to pick up the bags and directed them all towards their car.

The family had a brand new Range Rover Sport which Will concluded made them wealthy and therefore likely to have a nice home.

Once the bags were loaded into the box of the car, they set off. Once on the road, Audrey and Louis tried to make conversation with Will but it was quickly evident that the language barrier was going to be a challenge. His wish for a family that spoke English certainly hadn’t been granted.

After a few failed attempts at conversation, there was a period of awkward silence before Louis was directed by his wife to turn the radio on to fill the void of conversation. It was early days but it seemed that Audrey wore the trousers in this family, much like Jacqui did back home.

Will listened intently to the radio in an attempt to pick up what was being discussed. Despite his best efforts, it was to little avail as with the exception of a few words, Will struggled to understand what was being discussed.

As he gave up on radio, his thoughts turned to the adventure ahead and his first impressions of the family. They all seemed lovely and friendly but it was evident that communicating would be a challenge as neither Guillaume or his family could speak English and Will certainly couldn’t speak much French. While he remained nervous, the talks on the coach had left Will feeling a bit more optimistic and inspired.

As Mr Anderson had said, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to be immersed in the French language and culture. If Guillaume and his family didn’t speak much English then it wasn’t the end of the world. It would give Will the chance to really work on his French - the very reason he was there. And they weren’t able to communicate easily then they would just have to find a way. After all, what is the worst that could happen?

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jul 10, 2022 at 1:22 PM
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Part 8
Will arrives at his home for the next four weeks and is delighted to find a feast of food waiting for him. The wet patch on his trousers draw the attention of Audrey...

The car journey took about twenty minutes. There was no traffic on the roads which helped and while there were a few bakeries and shops on route, the family seemed to live in a relatively quiet residential area of Lyon.

Audrey clearly was keen to make Will feel comfortable. She had turned to smile at him several times on the journey back and when they were close by, she used her hand to signal when they were only five minutes away.

Will appreciated her efforts to make them feel welcome but was also slightly unnerved by her not so subtle efforts to look at his crotch. He thought he was probably just tired and being paranoid but it did definitely seem that she kept looking at his trousers. He thought that the wet patch was not that obvious but the way Audrey was acting was making Will concerned that she had noticed his little accident.

As they pulled up into a large driveway, he was amazed at how big the house was. It was more like a Chateau - it was certainly the biggest place that he had ever had the pleasure of living in.

He remembered reading that Louis was a lawyer so assumed they would have a lovely house but this had far exceeded his expectations.

There was a large gravel driveway and front garden which was overlooked by the road. To the side and back of the house, there was a large garden and in the distance, Will could see a clay tennis court and swimming pool.

He had always enjoyed playing tennis and swimming so he was very excited at the prospect of being able to use the facilities while he was staying. Will also hoped that Guillaume might like tennis because it was a sport that could be played with limited communication so even with the language barrier, he thought it would be a fun way to pass the time.

As they entered the house, he was greeted by a huge entrance hall with a grand staircase. It felt very odd being in someone else’s house and knowing that he would be living here for the next few weeks. His nerves were starting to be replaced by excitement as he couldn’t believe that he would be able to stay in this incredible place.

Louis and Guillaume carried all of the bags upstairs while Audrey showed Will into a large open plan kitchen diner. On the table, there was a feast of food. He was starving after the journey so this was a very welcome surprise.

Guillaume returned from upstairs and showed Will to a seat at table. He offered him some bread and then began tucking into the food himself. Will did temporarily consider if he should wait for the others to sit down at the table but given that his host had already started, he assumed it was ok.

The Dad offered Will beer and wine as he sat down at the table. He didn’t want to be rude and reject the offer but he was also very conscious that beer had led to him having accidents in the past and that was not a risk that he wanted to take.

He thanked Louis for the offer but made the decision to stick with his water. It was however flattering to be offered a beer because it made Will feel like a real adult.

During the course of the meal, the family tried to involve Will in conversation where they could but it was clearly challenging with the language barrier. They did also make a conscious effort to smile a lot which made him feel more at ease.

While the family chatted in the background, Will contemplated what a big step he had taken and commended himself for taking the leap. His concerns of being away from home and his troubles over the last 24 hours seemed to have faded away for now and he was enjoying the moment. It was early days but he was relieved as he had not felt homesick at all yet. That was a surprise to Will as he had expected to really struggle being away from home.

At the end of the main course, Will was shown to the fridge where there were a range of desert options. He picked an ice cream from the fridge and as he turned around, he caught the eye of Audrey again who was clearly staring down at his crotch. She smiled kindly at him as he returned to his seat.

Now that he was in the light, Will realised how evident the urine stain around the crotch of his trousers was. He should have taken Mr Anderson’s advice and changed them as soon as he got in but he hadn’t got the chance because the food was waiting.

After they had finished dessert, Guillaume offered Will offered a tour of his temporary home. He wanted to go and change his trousers but his host had already set off on the tour and Will was not sure how to communicate his desire.

As the tour commenced, Will quickly realised how lucky he was to be able to stay in such a nice home. It was on a different level to anywhere that he had seen before - there was an indoor cinema, play room, gym and all sorts of other incredible things.

Half way through the tour, he was shown where he would be staying. The room was probably triple the size of his room at home and it had a 40” TV on the wall as well as an en-suite bathroom and private balcony. As he continued his tour of this incredible place, his thoughts turned to Simon and his other classmates. Surely none of them had a better deal than Will?

The final part of the tour was Karim’s room. Like all of the rooms, his was huge too but as he arrived the room, something else caught Will’s eye....

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Guillaume led him into the room and took him towards Karim’s massive Xbox games collection. But it was not the games collection that had caught Will’s eye. On the left side of the room, there was a large changing table and nappies clearly on display. He couldn’t believe it - he had never met someone older who wore nappies.

Guillaume was still distracted by the games so while he wasn’t paying attention, Will used the opportunity to discreetly take a closer look. He was surprised to see that some of the nappies on display were identical to the ones he had used.

While Will was occupied looking at the nappies on display, Karim entered the room. Will knew how mortified he would have been if one of Tom’s friend had seen his nappies when he was younger so he felt very bad about the situation.

He was expecting Karim to be furious at his brother but he actually seemed very relaxed about the situation which was a surprise for Will who couldn’t quite process how much brothers didn’t mind a stranger knowing about such an embarrassing secret.

As the two brothers continued to chat, Will decided that it was time for him to head to bed. Making best use of his very limited vocabulary, he tried to let them know that he was tired and was going to bed. After he let the brothers know, he proceeded downstairs to say goodnight to Audrey and Louis.

“Je Suis Fatigue. Bonsoir”

Audrey nodded and replied in broken English “Yes, you need…..?”.

Will was not clear on what she was saying but assumed that she was enquiring if he needed anything to take to bed with him. He shook his head and smiled to indicate that he was ok before heading back upstairs to his bedroom.

After last night’s accident, he made sure to use the bathroom. He cleaned his teeth and jumped into bed. It had been a very long day and it had taken its toll so he was ready to get some sleep.

As he pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed, he was surprised to hear a familiar sound. As he moved positions, his initial suspicion was confirmed - there was a plastic bed sheet on his bed, just like the one his Mum used.

He peeled back the duvet to observe the covers below and investigate further. The bed had been fitted with a thick rubber sheet which Will could only assume was there to protect the mattress in case of any night-time accidents. As he pulled the duvet back over him, he tried to get comfortable but these sheets were even thicker and more noisy than ones he was used to.

To some extent, it was a bit of a relief because it took the pressure off Will. He was confident that he wouldn’t have an accident and last night was just a blip but if he did then at least he wouldn’t ruin the family’s mattress. The whole situation was a bit odd though - he contemplated if the bed always had a rubber sheet on or if they had fitted it specifically for his visit.

It seemed quite a coincidence that he had ended up staying with a host family who were experienced dealing with an older child who had night-time issues and now he found that his bed had a plastic sheet on it. It was almost as if someone had told the family about Will’s issues or the school had deliberately matched him with Guillaume’s family as a result.

As he started to drift off to sleep, he reassured himself that he was just being paranoid as the school couldn’t possibly have known before the trip. Or could they?

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jul 16, 2022 at 10:23 PM
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Part Nine

Will is delighted to wake up dry on his first morning in France but soon recalls some memories from home which trigger a vivid and frightening flashback to a traumatic event from his past.

It was Will’s first morning waking up in France. After his accident the day before, he breathed a sigh of relief when he felt underneath him and felt a dry bed.

He picked up the TV remote from the side of his bed and scanned through hundreds of channels until he found an English channel which was showing The Simpsons. Will had always loved it and used to religiously watch every evening at 6pm on Channel 4. He was normally joined by his brother and Dad who used to also enjoying watching it as a way to unwind. Jacqui however was not a fan and would express her displeasure whenever the boys sat to watch what she described as ‘trash television’.

This was the first time that Will had felt any homesickness and had an urge to speak with his family. Although he was missing them and would have liked to have spoken to his Mum, he was quite glad that he had been persuaded to give his mobile phone to Mr Anderson because he knew that calling home only would have made him feel worse.

Once the Simpsons had finished, he jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. As he turned the water on, his thoughts soon turned to the perk of being able to use the bathroom and have a shower without leaving his room. In the UK, he had to leave his room to cross the landing in order to use the family bathroom while hoping that it was vacant and neither his parents or Tom were already in there.

Despite Jacqui’s best efforts to organise the morning schedule, it was often a scramble to get into the bathroom in the morning. Arguments were a common occurrence, especially when Tom was in the bathroom because he would often take a long time in the shower and on several occasions, he had caused Will to miss the bus.

There was something great about the feeling of a power shower - it was such a refreshing way to wake up in the morning. Will turned the pressure up and felt a renewed jet of water blast against his body. As the water continued to rein down, his mind turned back to the family bathroom situation at home. He had become so accustomed to sharing with his brother and parents over the years but there had been a few times when it had caused problems. There was one incident in particular that still haunted Will.

Despite many years passing since, Will could still vividly recall that morning. He had experienced nightmares about what happened but as he shut his eyes in the shower and thought about that day, he started to get a flashback…..

The incident in question had occurred on a dark and cold January morning. Will had been at secondary school for about four months and it had been going pretty well. He had wanted to avoid drawing attention to himself so he had been pleased to sneak under the radar and avoid getting into any issues. He had also managed to make a few friends including Simon.

At the time, Will was still having nighttime issues and was waking up wet most days. Despite being much younger, Tom had never wet the bed - a point that he was always quick to remind his older brother of. On the particular morning, Will had woken up dry which he was delighted about because it was his second day in a row. Just like the previous morning, he had woken up with a very strong urge to pee which was a good sign because his bladder had been able to hold on until morning despite being full.

In the weeks leading up to this morning, Jacqui had become infuriated at the mess Tom and Will left everywhere they went. She had got especially annoyed when she found their pyjamas on the soaking wet bathroom floor after they had been for a shower in the morning. To avoid this happening, she had implemented a rule that the boys would have to leave their pyjamas in their bedrooms and wear a towel to the bathroom. Jacqui had also insisted on this rule to avoid Will leaving wet nappies in the bathroom which had happened on occasion and this had normally led to ridicule from Tom.

Given his urgent need for a pee, Will wanted to get to the bathroom before anyone else. He grabbed his towel ready and then pulled off his pyjama top. He then removed his pyjama shorts leaving him stood there in just a dry nappy. As he went to remove the nappy, he had heard a door open. He quickly grabbed the towel and loosely pulled it around him before he ran to the door.

By the time Will opened his bedroom door, Tom had made it across the landing and entered the bathroom. As his desperation grew, Will pleaded with Tom to be able to use the toilet before he took his shower.

“Tom, I…. I really need to use the bathroom…… I’m desperate”. Will hoped his pleas would be answered by Tom but as he held his hands out to signal an almost pray like motion, his towel came loose and fell to the floor.

Tom smirked back at Will as he replied: “Afraid not brother…. I’m heading off early this morning and I’m already running late”.

With the towel still on the floor, Will responded with an even more desperate plea: “Tom, please. I will be really quick”.

“Sorry Will but on the positive side, I read that it’s good to practice holding it in when you’re potty training and if you can’t hold on then at least you have your nappy on ready. Looks like you were dry last night. What a big boy you are” Tom had little compassion for his brother as he mocked him further in a babyish tone before he shut the door and slammed the lock in place.

While Will was very pleased to have woken up dry, it had made the situation even worse in some ways. Tom had seen Will’s dry nappy so there was no way to blame the accident on his nighttime troubles. If he couldn’t hold on then Tom would be sure to tell his parents that Will had wet his nappy after waking up which was a prospect that would be very embarrassing.

Most younger brothers would have been terrified of speaking to their older sibling in the way Tom did. He had never been worried about getting any form of retribution from Will as he knew that he always had the upper hand and Will didn’t want to risk his secret being revealed to his friends and family. And despite the large age difference between the two boys, Tom had naturally assumed the role of the older brother over the years, with little resistance from Will.

Will would have liked to have stood up for himself more and been more assertive with his younger brother but whether due to nature or nurture, it was just not in his character. Of course the humiliation of his little brother knowing that he was fastened into a nappy by their Mum each night did not help his case. Jacqui had always been very protective of her ‘little soldier’ and her treatment had only served to make Will even more docile and submissive while reinforcing his inferior position to Tom. Over the years, Will had come to accept his role in the family and resigned himself to the fact that acting submissively would draw less attention to him and minimise the risk of humiliation.

Will groaned in despair as he picked up his towel and returned back to his room. He paraded up and down his room frantically while he tried to consider his options. He was well enough acquainted with his bladder by now to know that he was in real trouble and about to lose control any moment - he needed to do something fast....

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Timestamp: Jul 28, 2022 at 6:43 PM
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Part 10

Will continues to relive a vivid flashback from his past...

It was bad enough wetting the bed at night but this would be an all time low. He had started to accept that he couldn’t stop the accidents at night but this was different - he was awake and in the comfort of his own home so he should have been able to keep himself dry.

It certainly wouldn’t be the first time Will had a daytime accident, even in recent times, but he had never had a daytime accident at home - not since he was a toddler anyway. It would be an admission to his family that he was no better than a toddler who had recently been potty trained, and that he couldn’t be trusted to keep dry during the day, even in the family home.

He didn’t know what to do. He toyed with the idea of waking his parents up to see if they could help get Tom to come out of the bathroom quicker but he was reluctant to do this as his parents had been out until very late last night and they had specifically asked both boys to let them have a lie-in. They certainly wouldn’t be happy at being woken up at 7am to deal with this. Will also cringed at the embarrassing prospect of having to wake his parents to tell them that he was on the verge of wetting himself and couldn’t hold on for a few minutes.

As he became more desperate, Will considered sneaking into the back garden to relieve himself. His fear was that it was overlooked by several houses so he would need to take the nappy off and put some clothes on before he went outside. By this point, Will was so close to an accident that he not was sure that he trusted himself to make it downstairs and to the garden without having an accident on route anyway so decided it was safer to keep his nappy on for now, just in case.

As by leaned out of the window to survey the garden from afar, he noticed his neighbour, Mrs Sanders, at her bedroom window looking at. Will tried to retreat back without being seen but it was too late. He reluctantly smiled and waved back at her. It was inevitable that she would have ruined the plan - she spent her life looking into everyone’s else business and being nosey so it was no surprise that she was on lookout. Mrs Sanders had scuppered Will’s plan. He knew that she would be closely watching the garden and would take great delight in telling his parents, if she saw him up to no good. And if that did happen then his parents would be furious!

Despite being in the bathroom for what seemed like forever, Tom had only just turned on the shower so any prospect of him coming out before Will had an accident faded away. He had run out of ideas and was resigned to his fate. And then suddenly he heard the sound of a door opening….

Throwing his towel to the floor, he dashed out to the landing. In hope more than expectation, he was praying that Tom had changed his mind and decided to let Will use the toilet.

Unfortunately he was disappointed. Tom was still in the shower, sarcastically singing along to the lyrics of ‘Hold On’ by Adele, in an attempt to remind Will of the challenge he was facing.

Jacqui was still half asleep when she spotted Will standing sheepishly on the landing, wearing just his nappy. Her immediate reaction was one of happiness as he noticed the dry nappy.

She leant back, raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to express her positive surprise at the fact that Will was dry again. With her mouth still open, she then shook her lower face to convey her excitement at the situation, in a similar way to how you would when playing with a toddler who has something exciting to show.

“Look at you. Well done my little soldier, two days dry in a row. I’m so proud of you. If you carry on at this rate then we’ll be getting rid of these before long…”. before she playfully prodded the front of his nappy.

Will could say nothing back as his full focus remained on preventing an accident but in the circumstances, her words were not what Will needed to hear and the playful prod to the front of his nappy certainly wasn’t helpful because it made Will flinch and the sudden movement worsened the need to use the release his bladder.

On the verge of tears, he looked at the floor in despair because he knew he was about to flood his nappy and let his Mum down, straight after her words of encouragement. Looking just like a toddler, he crossed his legs and thighs together as they started involuntarily dancing while he also pushed both hands against the front of the nappy in an attempt to prolong the inevitable. At the same time, his lips pushed up against his nose and he closed his eyes.

Jacqui didn’t need to be told anything further. She had seen the ‘Pee Pee Dance’ many times over the years with Tom and Will when they back in their potty training phase. She knew from experience that this was a tell-tale sign that her little boy needed to go to the toilet and fast and without a quick intervention, it would be too late. She just could see Will’s desperation on his face.

“Hold on Will…”, she urged before she turned quickly towards the bathroom and banged on the front of the door several times.

“Tom, your brother needs to use the toilet straight away. Can you come out of there now?”

She could knew Will was running out of time and needed to get to the toilet fast.

“Two more minutes my little soldier, hold on.. you can do it”

As Jacqui tried to reassure Will, Tom responded sarcastically to her question.

“I am not finished yet. Can’t he just use his nappy?”

Jacqui blew a fuse as she banged on the door even more frantically this time.

“Thomas James Stewart, out here NOW!”

Tom turned the shower off and began to gather his clothes but unfortunately it was too late for Will. The Pee Pee dance stopped as he lost control of his bladder and a constant flow urine started to soak the nappy. He tried to push his hands right against the front of the nappy in an effort to stop the flow of pee but it was no good. He felt utterly humiliated and started to sob. He had just soaked a dry nappy just like a toddler. To make it even worse, it had leaked and had run down the inside of his legs on to the floor below.

As Tom opened the bathroom door, he saw Will crying as standing there clenching his crotch head down to the floor with clearly a very wet nappy. He sarcastically mocked the poor lad:

“Aww no, poor little soldier, did you not make it to the toilet on time? Your birthday is coming up, perhaps I can buy you a potty to keep in your room for emergencies?”

Will burst out crying hysterically as Tom shared his final dig: “Don’t get upset, if you don’t want a potty then maybe I can get you a new dummy?”

He sniggered under his breath as he walked out of the bathroom in the direction of his bedroom.

His laughter abruptly stopped when he crossed eyes with her Mum who was looking at him with absolute fury.

“Get to your room NOW Thomas James Stewart. You’re grounded for two weeks. And if you think this is so funny then perhaps you should spend a week wearing your brothers nappies and you can see how funny you find it when I’m changing your wet nappy”

Tom knew his Mum wasn’t being serious but he shivered at the very thought that he should would even contemplate it. He looked down at the floor to avoid Jacqui’s glare and dashed along the landing back into his room.

Keith had clearly been awoken by the commotion and poked his head out on to the landing.

“How many times have I been asking you Keith? I said this would happen. I told you we needed to get a downstairs toilet before something like this. You better get it sorted and quick…..”

It was too early for an argument so Keith wisely returned to the bedroom without responding to his wife. He knew he was not going to hear the end of it until he had completed the work that was long overdue….

Jacqui smiled at Will and directed him towards his bedroom.

“Let’s get you sorted, little soldier. Go and jump up on your changing table and wait for me. I will be two minutes…’

Will looked like a helpless toddler as he waddled back to his room. The nappy was soaked and sagged between his legs which prevented him walking like he normally would. As Will waited patiently on the changing table for his Mum, he heard her enter Tom’s room.

Will could overhear the conversation. His Mum sounded furious “So what do you have to say for yourself? I’m serious….”

Will’s vivid flashback was interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jul 28, 2022 at 6:58 PM
Content: The last two chapters were a throwback to Will's earlier life because I wanted to set the scene for future chapters and give an insight into his relationship with his family back home given that it will be important when he returns to the UK.

In hindsight, I may have focused on setting the scene too much and perhaps could have got to the punchline earlier but I thought it was important for the audience to know his back story and get to know him as a character. Things are definitely about to heat up though so stay tuned....

I have over 70 chapters planned with a long-term arc covering Will's trip to France and then the subsequent years - I won't spoil the exact plot but if you have any ideas or feedback then I would love to hear it. While I have a clear plan developed, I am very open to amending it to incorporate feedback.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Aug 29, 2022 at 1:51 PM
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Part 11

Will's flashback is brought to an abrupt end. As he tries to forget about what just happened, he is surprised by what he sees at the breakfast table...

The knock on the door startled Will and brought him back to reality. He shook his head before glancing down at his Apple Watch - he had been in the shower for over half an hour!

“Bon Matin Will”, Audrey shouted as she opened the bedroom door.

After taking a few moments to process what had been said, Will called back. “Salut Audrey”.

As Will heard Audrey exit the room and shut the door, he turned the shower off. His heart was still racing as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.

He got out of the shower and used the towel to dry himself. He often dreamed, but he had never had a flashback like that. It felt so real that it was like he was reliving every moment.

The accident had haunted him for many years but never as badly as this before. As he put on a clean pair of briefs, he thought for a moment about how lucky he was to be able to leave that part of his life behind.

After he was all dressed, he went downstairs to eat breakfast. While Audrey made coffee in the kitchen, Guillaume sat at the breakfast bar. Will helped himself to the different breakfast items, which included some fresh bread from the bakery around the corner.

Will was surprised to see Karim come down in his pyjamas wearing an obviously wet nappy sagging between his legs. Given his own experiences, he found it incredible that the younger brother was so relaxed and open about his problem.

Will thought he was pretty good at figuring out when someone was wearing a nappy, but this time it was very clear. When Karim turned around to get some fruit, the back of his nappy rode up and removed any element of doubt.

Audrey must have noticed this too and told Karim to come over. She put her finger on the front of the nappy to feel how wet it was. It was obviously very wet, because she shook her head and muttered a few words in French before pulling Karim's pyjama bottoms up hard to hide the diaper. She then patted him on the bottom and sent him back to the breakfast table.

Will found the situation very strange, he didn't understand why they were all so relaxed and open about it. Karim didn't seem to mind that he was wearing nappies, which was strange because most 13 or 14-year-old boys would feel very self-conscious about it, especially when they were with a stranger they barely knew.

Will wondered if it was because bedwetting was more common and accepted in France or if Karim's family just didn't care about it.

He contemplated a moment that maybe Karim's family knew about his own problems with bedwetting and that was why they were so relaxed about Karim. He thought about it for a few seconds, but then decided he was being irrational. It was just a coincidence because there was no way that they could know about his past.

Karim took his seat opposite Will and started to eat his breakfast. Will smiled back at him with an almost sympathetic look on his face. He really did feel bad for the poor boy but it also made him realise how relieved he was to have overcome that phase of his life.

Even thinking about having to wear diapers again made him grimace, especially in a family that didn't seem to care about privacy.

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The first part of the trip was planned so that the student could spend time with the host family. Because of this, there were no classes or activities planned.

Will was told to do at least four hours of self-study every day, but he decided to take a break and have a relaxed day so he could get to know his host family and explore the house.Even though he wanted to enjoy the day, he was aware that he was having a hard time communicating.

His French wasn't very good, and speaking with his hosts was even harder than he thought it would be. They talked faster than Will's teachers did, and they couldn't explain things in English when Will didn't understand.

He was determined to get better, but he knew it would be difficult. At first, the family tried to talk to him, but after several awkward exchanges, they had started making less effort. Even at this early stage, it seemed like everyone knew that talking would be very hard, so there was an almost unspoken agreement to talk as little as possible.

There were some problems and awkward situations because of the language barrier, but in some ways, Will wasn't that concerned. He had always been a shy boy who didn't like talking about himself or getting into heated arguments, so the situation gave him a chance to sit there quietly and blend in.

Will also knew from experience that he didn't have to use words to tell people what he wanted and how he felt. Instead, he could use gestures, looks, and sounds.

He was surprised by how well people could communicate to each other this way. Will was a very shy child, so had relied on non verbal communication more than most.

There was real concern about Will's development when he was younger because he was very shy and hardly spoke. He had several tests for learning difficulties but there was no obvious signs that he had a disability. He just seemed to be a slow learner.

Will often had accidents at school because he was too shy to ask to go to the bathroom. Because of this, he wore pull-ups for the first three years of primary school.

When the school implemented in a traffic light system, he was finally able to start wearing "big boy" pants. Will could show the teacher a red card to communicate that he needed to go to the bathroom. The system worked quite well, and Will only had one more accident while he was still in primary school.

The last accident had taken place after the traffic light system had been removed. Will had been taking an exam when he had a sudden urge for the toilet. Not wanting to disturb the class, he was afraid to put his hand up and ask to leave the room.

By the time the exam was over and Will had built up the courage to ask to go to the toilet, it was too late and his bladder and bowels simultaneously released themselves. That incident had taken place when he was 11 years old and much like the flashback he had experienced in the shower, the laughter and teasing still haunted him.

The situation was made worse by the fact that Will was wearing loose fitting boxers and shorts so much to the amusement of his classmates, the poo had slipped down his leg and on to the carpet of the classroom. It was the first time that Will was old enough to really feel public humiliation and it had a lasting legacy on him.

Since that day, Will had always refused to wear boxers and elected to wear briefs. He knew briefs were considered more childish but if he ever had another accident then he was confident that the briefs would contain the poop and avoid a repeat of the exam accident where the contents of his accident ran freely down his leg.

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Will was quietly reading a magazine in the living room when Audrey called him.

"William, Lavage."

Will knew the word, but he forgot what it meant. As he tried to remember his French words, Audrey walked in and pointed to the laundry basket she was carrying, and asked him if he would like any washing done.

"Avez-vous du linge?"

He quickly ran upstairs to his room and grabbed the laundry bag, which had the few things he needed to wash. When he walked down the stairs, Guillaume's mom was there to greet him.

She smiled and put out her hands to show that she would take the dirty things. As Will took the items out of the bag, he began to blush. His mom would usually do this for him, so it was embarrassing when someone else did it and saw that he was still wearing briefs that kids his age don't usually wear.

He gave her the things, and he was surprised when she looked at him in a way that his own mother would do. At that moment, he realised that he hadn't washed his clothes by hand from the day before. There was a strong smell of urine, and the briefs and pants had a clear pee stain.

Will's heart was racing as he awkwardly stood at the bottom of the stairs while she took all of the laundry from him and put it in a basket. He wanted to be able to explain, but he knew there was no chance of that happening...

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Sep 11, 2022 at 2:29 PM
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Part 12

Will is invited to go for a swim with the others. When Audrey kindly lends him a pair of swimming trunks, he is surprised by what she gives him.

Will grumbled as he heard a knock at the door before someone entered. It was Audrey reminding him to have some breakfast.

“Bonjour William, l’heure du petit déjeuner.”

He opened his eyes and glanced down at the clock on his bedside table and was surprised to see that it was 9.05am. Jacqui always woke up early at home and had instilled the same level of discipline in him so he was surprised that he had slept through his alarm clock all the way to 9am.

It was always a relief when Will woke up and found his bedsheets dry. He was conscious of the crinkling sound that the plastic sheet on his bed made but his overriding feeling was one of joy because he had demonstrated to himself that the setback at home was just a one-off mistake!

It was obvious that Audrey was keen to clear the breakfast items away so Will quickly put on some clothes and headed downstairs. There was a selection of cereals and breads on the table along with some juices but it was a far less substantial spread than yesterday which led Will to conclude that either yesterday was a one-off occasion because it was his first day with the family or that Audrey had decided to clear the table because he was so late.

Guillaume and Karim had already eaten their breakfast and were outside in the garden playing. The timing of the French Exchange was different because of the pandemic. It would normally take place during the school term but for this particular year, it had been decided that the first part of the trip would take place during the school holidays.

Both schools wanted to avoid their respective students falling further behind in other subjects and therefore settled on this arrangement.

This meant that Guillaume and Karim were at home and while Will was encouraged to spend a few hours a day studying, he did not have any actual commitments or work to complete during the early part of the trip.

Once he finished his breakfast, he joined the boys outside. They were playing in the outdoor pool and shouting excitedly at each other. Will lay on the deck chair to the side of the pool and listened attentively trying to follow the conversation, as the two boys dived in and out of the water.

He was surprised how tiring and difficult it was having to listen to a foreign language and after a few minutes, he to give up and shut his eyes instead.

It was Audrey’s turn to join the boys outside later in the morning and when she spotted Will on the edge of the pool, she shouted angrily to Guillaume and Karim. Will couldn’t understand what was being said but it was clear that she was not happy about something.

After she finished shouting at the boys, she turned to Will and muttered a few words.

“Vous souhaitez vous baigner?”

Will was unsure what Audrey had said but he assumed that she was asking him something about swimming. He was not sure how to respond.

Acknowledging that Will was struggling to understand her, Audrey tried a different tactic and began making swimming gestures to Will in an attempt to find out if he enjoyed swimming and would like to join the boys in the pool.

In spite of Audrey’s best efforts, Will was still unclear exactly what he was being asked but assumed that he was being asked if he liked swimming. He nodded his head and replied accordingly.

“Oui”

As soon as Will had responded, Audrey made a dash back inside and quickly returned with a pair of swimming trunks which she passed to Will and signalled for him to go inside and change.

“Vous pouvez utiliser, Karim”

Will smiled and walked back inside to find the bathroom so that he could change into the trunks that Audrey had kindly given him. He had heard Karim’s name mentioned so concluded that she must have lent him a pair of his trunks.

It was lucky that Audrey had offered him a pair because he had not expected to go swimming while away and therefore had not packed any in his suitcase. Will would have been too polite to ask, and even if he did have the confidence to ask then he wouldn’t have known what to say.

He opened the bathroom door. After briefly using the toilet, he removed all of his clothes ready to put on the swimming trunks. He picked them up from the floor and was surprised how bulky they were.

As he opened them up, he was very surprised to see that there was thick padding at the front and back - it was a swim nappy!

Will had questions running through his head: Should he go and ask Audrey for another pair? How would he manage to communicate to her? Was it a mistake or did she deliberately give him a swim nappy? Why did Karim wear a swim nappy? Was this because she saw his stained pants yesterday?

All of these questions circulated around Will’s brain as he contemplated what to do next.

He looked at them again in closer detail. He couldn’t possibly wear these.

It was obviously a swim nappy just like those worn by toddlers when they’re learning to swim and even worse, they looked like a pair of child’s trunks as the pattern contained little lions and giraffes.

After several minutes of deliberation, Will decided that he should try them as it would be rude to give them back to Audrey, and he wouldn't know what to say.

If he wrapped a towel around him to the pool and then jumped straight in then it wouldn't matter anyway because no-one would see what he was wearing.

Once he had taken a few moments to compose himself, he held the trunks out in front of him and stepped into them before pulling them up. They were very tight which made it difficult for him to get them past his thighs.

As he stood in front of the mirror, he grimaced at what he saw.

Any optimism that the nappy would be discreet was quickly dispelled. He was unmistakably wearing a swim nappy and anyone who saw him would come to the same conclusion very quickly.

It had been a while since Will had gone inside to the bathroom and he was soon greeted by a knock on the door. As he prepared to open it, he wrapped the towel around himself and took a deep breath.

Audrey was waiting on the other side of the door and before Will could even say a word, she assertively gestured him towards the garden.

“Allez Will”

Will’s French was bad but even he knew what ‘Allez’ meant because it was often sung in football songs. The bulky padding between his legs was making it more difficult than normal to walk so he waddled over towards the pool.

He headed straight towards the deep end of the pool and moved to the edge of the water. He removed the towel and jumped into the pool in an almost simultaneous movement leaving the boys no time to examine his swimwear.

Once in the pool, he began playing with the boys and in spite of the language barriers, they were able to have fun. After about an hour of playing, Guillaume decided he was tired and gestured to Will that they should go inside.

Will reluctantly nodded. Although the family seemed to be very relaxed about Karim’s need to wear nappies, Will was very conscious about what he was wearing and did not want anyone to see his babyish swimwear.

As Guillaume exited at the shallow end of the pool, Will made the decision to get out in the same place where he jumped in. He could then quickly retrieve his towel without the boys seeing anything.

He tentatively swam over to the side and placed his hands on the stone wall surrounding the pool. After composing himself for a few moments, he pushed up against the stone wall and began to lift his body out of the pool.

He was able to get his upper body out easily but was struggling to find the strength to lift his whole body out of the pool, and didn't want the swim nappy to be visible for too long while he was trying to exit the pool.

After several failed attempts, he took a short rest and strategised his next move. If he could lift himself up high enough then he should be able to swivel his lower body out of the pool and on to the side.

Will mustered all of his energy to execute his strategy. He successfully placed his elbows on the wall while he tried to swivel his lower body up and over the wall.

He was fully focused on the task at mind but he suddenly froze.

As he was trying to climb out of the pool, he felt a helping hand on the bottom of his nappy. The hand pushed him up, allowing him to swivel and exit the pool.

Still in shock, Will quickly reached out to grab his towel and cover his swimwear.

He was frozen to the spot as he anxiously turned around to see who had just helped him out of the pool….

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Mar 27, 2023 at 8:04 PM
Content: The latest chapters of The French Exchange and Step-Brother to Step-Baby are now live on my Patreon (www.patreon.com/backtobabyhood). There will be regular updates to both stories in the coming weeks and months. There are now over 190 posts on my Patreon including the first chapter of my latest story, which is a modern day rewrite of my all-time favourite ABDL novel.

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Chapter 13

A trip to the theatre with his host family turns to disaster for Will….

Karim smiled softly at Will who was rooted to the spot with his towel wrapped tightly around his body. After a brief exchange of eyes, Karim turned away and swam back towards the opposite end of the swimming pool.

Will felt a great deal of shame and embarrassment at what had just happened. He was now 18 years old and didn't want anyone to think he still needed to wear nappies.

Karim exited the swimming pool and joined his older brother as they prepared to go back inside the house. Will could see them glancing over at him and talking. He didn’t know what was being said but he guessed that they were talking about his swimwear.

The two boys waved over at Will and motioned for him to follow them inside as they started walking in the direction of the house. Will was careful to hold the towel in place as he cautiously followed behind them. As soon as he was back inside, he headed straight towards his bedroom to get changed out of the babyish swimwear.

Within moments of entering his bedroom, he had removed the trunks and thrown them to the floor. He couldn't wait to take them off and get back into his regular clothes. As he pulled up his pants and finished getting changed, he had a few tears in his eyes. Will hadn't experienced homesickness as much as he feared, but for the first time during his trip, he desperately wanted to speak with his Mum and get some reassurance.

Will took a few moments to collect his thoughts before he headed downstairs to the living room with a book. He was soon joined by Guillaume and Karim who came into the room and turned on the TV. He was concerned that the boys might make fun of him following the incident at the pool, but nothing further was said which was a relief.

Guillaume muted the TV and looked over towards Will.

“Nous allons au théâtre ce soir. Vous aimez le théâtre?”

Will looked back at Guillaume and smiled as he tried to process what had been said. He was unsure exactly what he had been asked but based on his limited vocabulary, he had been able to understand that they were going to the theatre tonight.

“Oui, c'est très bien.” Will replied, confirming that he liked going to the theatre.

In reality, he was not a fan of the theatre and dreaded the idea of having to sit there all evening listening to a play in French which he wouldn’t understand but he was proud that he had been able to understand and reply to Guillaume’s question.

Louis arrived home from work and came straight into the living room where he informed the boys that it was time to get changed for the theatre.

“Les garçons, il est temps de se préparer à partir”

Guillaume switched off the TV and left the room to head upstairs. He was soon followed by Karim.

Will didn't know what he was expected to wear, so he decided to wait for the boys to get down and then he could quickly go and get changed. It seemed to be an important event for the family, so he didn't want to appear out of place and wear the wrong thing.

When they came back wearing chinos and shirts, Will figured he should do the same and went upstairs to change into some of his smarter clothes.

Louis was in the living room watching TV with the boys when Will returned downstairs wearing a smart pair of beige chinos and a dark blue shirt. As soon as he entered, Louis got up and left the room before returning with two bottles of beer. He handed Will a bottle of beer and returned back to his seat to watch the TV.

Will liked the taste of beer, but he didn't like that alcohol made him sleepy and made him have to go to the bathroom more often. Before he had even had the chance to finish his bottle of beer, Louis had returned with a second bottle.

Despite his hesitation to have another beer, he didn’t want to seem rude, and since the bottle was already open, he knew that he had to drink it.

The peaceful atmosphere in the living room was soon disturbed by Audrey who frantically entered the room shouting and giving orders to the boys.

“Allez, on est en retard. Dépêche-toi!”

Will attempted to follow what was being said but was unable to understand what Audrey was saying as she was speaking very quickly. It was clear from the urgency in her voice that they were running late and that they needed to leave.

Louis, Guillaume and Karim jumped to attention and headed out of the room and towards the front door. Will followed but did so more slowly as he wanted to avoid being caught in the arguments that were ongoing between Audrey and Louis.

By the time he had stood up from the sofa and made it towards the door, the others were outside. Audrey was clearly unimpressed at Will’s slowness and in an effort to get him moving, she clapped her hands and pointed to her watch.

Will really needed to use the bathroom before he left but he was hesitant to keep Audrey waiting any longer, especially as the others were now all in the car waiting. He knew that he really should go but while he was contemplating his next move, he was surprised to be grabbed by the arm by Audrey and marched to the door.

She passed his shoes and motioned to go towards the car. Before Will could say anything, the front door had slammed shut and Audrey was pacing towards the car.

The beer had gone right through him and he realised that his need for the toilet was more urgent than he originally realised. He had never had strong bladder control and knew that he only had a small window of time otherwise it would be too late.

It wasn't the first time he'd found himself in this situation because of his shyness and inability to communicate what he needed, but this time it was even more difficult due to the language barrier. Will lamented himself because he knew that he should have gone to the bathroom earlier, or insisted to Audrey that he had to go, but it was too late now. He had to just hope that he could make it without having an accident.

The tension in the car was palpable as Audrey and Louis were shouting aggressively at each other for the first leg of the journey. Will thought about asking to pull over so he could relieve himself on the side of the road, but the last thing he wanted to do was ask them to stop and make them even later. He also didn’t have any idea how he would explain what he needed given the language barrier.

He had been in this situation many times and knew that he was running out of time. Despite his best efforts, it was becoming inevitable that Will wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer and he prayed that they would arrive at their destination soon.

His hope turned to despair when the car pulled on to the autoroute. Any prospect that they would be arriving at the destination was dashed when he saw that the next exit was 14km away. Now they were on the autoroute, he couldn’t even ask them to pull into the side of the road because it would not be safe.

On the verge of tears, Will was increasingly resigned to what was about to happen any moment. He knew that there was nothing he would be able to do about it. He started to cross his legs and thighs together in an attempt to buy more time but it was doing little to relieve the pressure.

He decided to push his hands firmly into his crotch in an effort to physically stop the pee escaping. As he did it, his legs started to involuntarily dance. Whenever Will was in urgent need of the bathroom, it was obvious because he would do the ‘Pee Pee Dance’, as Jacqui would call it. He was sat down so it was less pronounced but it was obvious enough to cause Guillaume and Karim to look over quizzingly at Will. He held his legs still to try and minimise the attention that he was drawing from the boys.

When Will was a little boy, he would always push his lips up against his nose and close his eyes when he was about to have an accident. As his eyes closed, it signalled the end of his battle and he felt a small burst of pee come out against his hands.

For a brief moment, he tried to contain the damage. A dark patch had appeared in the crotch area of his beige chinos but he was able to cover it with his hands. He tried to hold on and avoid a full scale disaster but it was hopeless. Without warning, a stream of pee started as he lost his battle and a small puddle of urine began to form underneath him.

He put his head into his hands and leaned forward onto his knees as he sought to hide his face from Guillaume and Karim. He knew that it was pointless trying to hide what had happened, it would be obvious to them as soon as they looked over.

At that very moment in time, Will felt like he was a toddler again. It brought back memories of the days when he used to have regular accidents during his parents attempts to potty train him, or the countless other incidents that he had at home and at school over the years.

Having accidents was nothing new to Will, even if he had managed to stay dry recently in the last few years, but wetting himself at 18 years old in a foreign country where he couldn’t communicate with his hosts was undoubtedly the most humiliating and scary situation that he had ever faced.

He just wanted the world to swallow him up at that moment as he couldn’t face the prospect of having to look Audrey and the family in the eye.

Karim and Guillaume were aware that Will did not seem comfortable but it was not until Karim looked more closely that he realised the problem.

“Maman, Will a mouillé son pantalon.”

As soon as Will heard his name, he knew that he had been rumbled.

Audrey turned and looked at Will who still had his head in his hands and was leaning forward which prevented her from being able to see what had happened. She looked puzzled by Karim’s comment and asked him what he meant.

“Que veux-tu dire?”

“Il a eu un accident et s'est mouillé.” Karim replied to his Mum, and repeated the news about Will’s accident.

Audrey leaned over towards Will and inspected his crotch more closely this time which confirmed her son was right. She looked surprised as she turned back around and instructed her husband to pull in at a safe place to deal with the situation.

“Oh! Pour l'amour de Dieu! Nous devons arrêter. Louis, arrêtez-vous quand vous le pouvez en toute sécurité. Nous devons le trier!”,

Will had no idea what was being said but he knew that the discussions were centred around his accident. It was clear from the despair in Audrey’s voice that she was not impressed by what had happened. He dreaded what was about to come next…

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Mar 27, 2023 at 8:04 PM
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Chapter 14

Will's return to nappies begins...

As soon as they got off the highway, Louis found the first available spot to pull over. Will was hoping that they would find a quiet place, but he was out of luck.

Louis had pulled into a crowded car park full with other families. There was a gas station, a few restaurants, and a coffee shop, although some of them had already closed for the day.

Louis and Audrey discussed the choices available - go home or clean Will up in either the public toilets or the back of the car. After a brief exchange of views, it was decided that Audrey would take Will to get cleaned up while Louis stayed in the car with Guillaume and Karim.

Will remained frozen in his seat, as he silently sobbed in the back of the car, while waiting to find out what would happen next.

Audrey got out of the car and reached into the boot to retrieve a bag. She threw it over her shoulders and then instructed Will to follow her.

Will sheepishly stepped out of the car, with his hands over the front of his pants in an attempt to cover the worst of the damage. But it didn’t help, anyone who saw him could see that he had wet himself like a toddler who couldn’t keep his pants dry.

Tears of shame continued to run down Will’s face as he walked across the car park. He gazed down at the ground to avoid looking anyone in the eye, but he could still feel and hear people looking at him and laughing and talking.

There was a long queue of people waiting outside the toilets. His embarrassment was compounded by the fact that the men were waiting to relieve themselves like adults do and he was walking past them to get his wet pants changed. It was almost a statement that Will was not grown up enough to wait in the line with the adults and he was just a little boy who couldn’t keep his pants dry.

They finally reached Audrey’s intended destination. When Will cautiously lifted his head to find out where they had stopped, he was ashamed to see the words “changer bébé” next to a cartoon with a baby having their nappy changed by their Mummy. Waiting in line to use the baby changing room was a new low for Will.

When the door finally opened, a young boy charged out. He was being held back by reins which were being tightly gripped by his Mother. She looked directly at Will and then down at his pants before shaking her head in disbelief.

While she was busy shaking her head, her young son’s eyes lit up when he noticed Will’s wet pants.

“Regarde maman, le grand garçon s'est mouillé comme un bébé.”

He had loudly proclaimed that the big boy had wet his pants like a baby! While Will did not understand the boy, Audrey did and it was clear that she was visibly embarrassed by the remark.

She grabbed Will’s hand and forcefully pulled him inside the room before slamming the door shut behind them. They were now finally away from prying eyes and it was obvious that Audrey was in a rush to deal with the situation and get back on the road.

Will felt completely helpless as he meekly stood by the door and waited for further instructions from Audrey, who had begun searching through the bag from the car.

It soon became apparent that Audrey expected Will to wait on the changing table. She loudly hit her hand against the padding several times to convey her expectation. Despite his reluctance to lie on a changing table like a baby, Will knew that he had no other option in the circumstances and that he had to comply with her request.

The table was far bigger than Will had expected and he climbed onto it with little difficulty. He couldn’t believe what was happening, what would his friends and family say if they could see him now?

He lay back on the soft padding and shut his eyes. He wanted to scream but he knew that it would be easiest to just sit back and let it happen.

Audrey leaned over Will and proceeded to remove his belt. Then she pulled down his pants and threw them on the floor. Next, she unbuttoned and took off his wet shirt, leaving him lying there in just his wet underwear and socks, which were also wet from his urine running down his leg.

With his clothes now removed, Will began to realise how cold the changing table padding was. He shivered at the combination of the cold surface he was lying on and the situation that he found himself in. He lay there helplessly, at Audrey’s mercy, waiting for her to provide him with some new clothes to wear.

He was surprised when a strap across his chest tightened. She had tightened the strap around him, just like you do with a baby, to keep him in place. Will wasn't going anywhere, so it didn't seem like it was necessary, but the restraint kept him locked in place and stopped him from sitting up to see what she was doing behind the changing table as she got some things out of the bag she had brought in with them.

Will got a little bit of hope when he saw her carry over a pair of shorts from the bag. He was hopeful that Audrey would have a spare set of clothes in the car that he could borrow for the night.

After placing the shorts on the end of the table, she pulled down Will’s wet underwear and threw it on the floor with the other soiled clothes. He was now completely naked in front of a woman he had just met a few days before.

He tried to cover his crotch with his hands but they were soon pushed away by Audrey. Will was too embarrassed to look at her so he shut his eyes whenever she was near.

Will’s humiliation continued as she began to wipe his crotch area with wet wipes. After a brief pause, he was shocked when Audrey started wiping his bottom. He had not pooped himself and knew how to clean his bottom so he was surprised that she had thought it was necessary.

But the biggest surprise was to come when Audrey lifted his legs into the air and placed a familiar object under his bottom.

Will grimaced in horror when he realised that she was putting a nappy on him. He wanted to argue and tell her that he was 18 and that he didn’t need a nappy and that he wouldn’t wear it but he was resigned to the fact that he had no say in the matter.

Unless he wanted to put his wet pants back on, there was no option other than to do whatever Audrey decided and there was no realistic prospect of him being able to communicate with Audrey to make his case.

Despite the low probability of success, Will didn’t want to wear a nappy. He decided to try and explain to Audrey that this course of action wasn’t necessary and that it was a one-off accident.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to communicate in French but he hoped that she might be able to understand at least some of what he was saying in English.

“Audrey, I don't need a nappy. It was just because I couldn't use the toilet before we left. It won’t happen again. Can’t I use Guillaume or Karim’s clothes? Please?”

Audrey looked blankly at him before replying in French. She only confirmed hat she did not understand Will’s comments and that the clothing were Karim’s.

“Je ne comprends pas. C'est Karims.”

Will was completely helpless because he knew he couldn't change her mind if he couldn't talk to her and explain.

Before Will had time to consider his next move, Audrey had finished sprinkling baby powder over his crotch. He groaned out loud at the thought of having to wear nappies like a baby again.

It had been a source of great pride for him that he had finally escaped nappies after so many years of wearing them. He was devastated to be back in them, and knew that his younger brother would find this whole situation hilarious if he ever found out.

Audrey was very experienced at changing nappies. After she had covered Will’s crotch in baby powder, she lifted his bottom again and re-positioned the nappy in place before she proceeded to fasten the tapes tightly in place.

The noise of the tapes being fastened into place and the nappy being secured around his crotch brought back awful memories for Will. Earlier today, he was drinking beer like an adult and a few hours later, he was being changed into a nappy like a baby after he had wet his pants. In that short space of time, it felt like he had lost all of his freedom and respect and he was now dependent on others again.

The nappy was thick, it seemed thicker than the disposable nappies that Will had used in the UK. The familiar feeling of bulk around his crotch was not an unfamiliar one for Will, but it was certainly an unwelcome one at his age.

Now that he had resigned himself to the fact that he would have to wear the nappy, he was hoping that he would be given some clothes that hid it well from public view.

Will waited impatiently on the table in just a nappy while Audrey sorted out a few bits in the background. He thought she would just give him the clothes and he could dress himself but he was surprised when she walked back to the table and began to dress him. It was an insult to Will because it made him feel even more like a child. She didn’t even think he was capable of dressing himself now.

He would have happily put his own shirt back on but Audrey had thrown it in the pile of wet clothes and it was now soaked in urine. She pulled a t-shirt over his head and instructed Will to move his arms so that she could pull it into place. It was one of Karim’s so it was too small for Will but he had no other option.

Audrey unstrapped Will and instructed him to sit up and swivel on to the edge of the changing table so that she could pull the pair of shorts up. He was starting to feel angry, he couldn’t understand why she was insistent on doing this for him. He wasn’t a child. He was able to put a pair of shorts on without help. It was ridiculous and made the situation even more humiliating.

She gestured for Will to stand up and pulled the shorts up as far as they would go but they were very tight and did not cover the waistband of the nappy.

Will turned and looked over at himself in the mirror. He cringed at what he saw. The waistband of the nappy was clearly on show and the bulge around his crotch area did nothing to hide that Will was nappied.

The t-shirt and shorts were very infantile in design and made him look like a preschooler who was still in nappies.

He really couldn’t go out looking like this. Everyone would know what he was wearing and would laugh at him.

“Allez Will”

Will was still looking at himself in the mirror and putting his shoes back on when Audrey opened the door.

There was a queue of Mums outside waiting who were clearly shocked to see a boy of Will’s age in a baby changing room.

Audrey walked past the Mum at the front of the queue and expressed her apologies for the delay.

“Pardon.”

There was nowhere for Will to hide. He didn’t know what was worse, walking around with wet pants that everyone could see or wearing a nappy which was visibly on display for all to see.

He hesitated to go outside for a few moments. He took a deep breath to summon the strength to step out.

Audrey, however, was in no mood for waiting and marched back to the changing room. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the changing room and into the open where several families were watching.

On his way back to the car, he passed the queue for the men’s toilets again.

He sighed as he looked down at the bulge around his crotch and the nappy waistband sticking out. He then looked back at the queue for the toilets.

If only he could have held a bit longer then perhaps he could have been in that queue rather than the queue for the baby changing room…

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Mar 27, 2023 at 8:05 PM
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Timestamp: Apr 2, 2023 at 8:37 PM
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Chapter 15

Will walked back to the car with Audrey, feeling self-conscious about the thick nappy he was wearing. The plastic crinkled noisily under his shorts, and he felt sure that everyone was staring at him.

Will walked back to the car with Audrey, feeling self-conscious about the thick nappy he was wearing. The plastic crinkled noisily under his shorts, and he felt sure that everyone was staring at him.

She could sense his discomfort and tried to reassure him that everything was going to be alright by gently patting the back of his nappy which did little to calm Will's nerves and only made him so embarrassed about the situation.

As they arrived at the car, Audrey opened the passenger door for Will and gestured for him to get in, which he did gingerly. As he sat down, he could feel the bulk of the nappy pressing against his skin, and looked around the car to assess the reactions of the family.

He was convinced that Guillaume and Karim were going to laugh at him, but to his surprise, they didn't seem fussed. No one said anything, and the car acted as if nothing had happened which was quite unnerving for Will because he was used to his brother Tom who had always mercilessly teased him whenever his bladder let him down.

"Tout est arrangé? Qu'est-il arrivé?" Louis asked, as he turned to his wife, who was getting into the car after making sure that Will was in safely.

Audrey replied, "Montons dans la voiture, nous sommes en retard et je te dirai en route."

Will had no idea what was being said but he was quite confident that he was the focus of the discussion.

"Il n'y avait pas d'autre choix que de lui mettre une couche," Audrey said in a low voice. "Sa mère m'a dit qu'il lui arrivait parfois d'avoir des accidents comme Karim, mais je ne pensais pas qu'il aurait un accident en journée. De toute façon, nous verrons cela plus tard. Je vais envoyer un e-mail à sa mère pour lui expliquer la situation. Pour l'instant, il vaut mieux le laisser dans la couche."

Louis looked sympathetic. "Je suis sûr que cela doit être très difficile pour lui de porter des couches à son âge, et avec des personnes qu'il ne connaît pas très bien. Mais au moins, nos garçons comprennent et ne se moqueront pas de lui."

Audrey nodded. "Tu as raison."

She turned to the back seat, and briefly glanced at Will first, then at her own boys. "Vous avez entendu votre père. Je sais que vous ne le ferez pas, mais ne le taquinez pas..."

"Bien sûr, maman. Je ne suis pas vraiment en position de me moquer de quelqu'un qui doit porter des couches, n'est-ce pas?" Karim replied.

"C'est vrai, jeune homme. Nous sommes presque arrivés," Audrey said.

As the conversation continued, Will listened intently in an attempt to pick up at least part of the discussion but his efforts were fruitless and his thoughts quickly turned back to the feelings of embarrassment about the situation.

For the remaining part of the journey, they drove to the theatre in silence. Will couldn't help but feel anxious about what lay ahead. He had never been to a theatre before, and he was worried about how people would react to him wearing a nappy.

When they had finally arrived, Will got out of the car with trepidation, knowing that he looked like a baby in his thick nappy. He followed the family, who were clearly in a rush to get to the theatre.

When they reached the entrance, they had to show their tickets to the ticket woman, who took a long glance at Will's crotch, making him feel even more self-conscious.

The ticket woman's scrutiny had Will feeling like he was under a microscope. He tried holding his arms out in front of his crotch but it was doing little to hide the problem. In fact, his awkward look was drawing more attention.

Once they were inside the theatre, they quickly made their way to their box seats, which had a great view of the stage. Will was relieved to be in a box as it limited the number of people who could see him wearing a nappy.

He tried to relax and focus on the play, but it was in French and he couldn't understand anything that was happening. Audrey seemed to find it hilarious, though, and was laughing loudly throughout the performance.

As the play continued, there was a gentle knock on the door. Will turned his back to see a waiter standing at the door with a tray of drinks. Unbeknown to Will, Louis had ordered Will a beer without asking.

He really didn't want to drink too much and risk wetting his nappy, but he also didn't want to be rude and offend Louis by refusing the drink.

Will slowly sipped the beer, hoping to avoid having to drink it, but his heart sank when another beer arrived, soon after.

He dreaded this situation, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold his bladder for very long with one beer, let alone two, but he was too polite to refuse the drink, and continued to sip the beer, which was weak but like always, the liquid was going through him very quickly.

At the half-time interval, the family stood up and instructed Will to follow them which he reluctantly did. He stood awkwardly in the corner, trying to blend into the background while the family ordered some food at the bar and collected another round of drinks.

On this occasion, Louis looked over to Will and made a drinking gesture to ask if he wanted another beer. He was relieved to have been asked this time and politely declined the offer with a smile and shake of the head.

It was very busy and noisy, as the theatre goers started to return to their seats for the second half. As Louis and Audrey signalled for the boys to head back, Will was startled to hear his name being called by a female voice, which he recognised but couldn’t quite identify.

This was his worst nightmare, he couldn’t possibly be seen by anyone he knew looking like this. He was probably just being paranoid but he knew that he couldn’t risk it, he needed to make it back to the box as quickly as possible.

Once back at his seat, Will began to reassure himself that it was noisy and that it was ridiculous to think that he would know someone at this theatre. He was in another country where he knew no-one. There was no chance he could bump into anyone he knew.

He soon realised that he had another problem. As the play went on, Will was increasingly desperate to use the toilet. He didn’t want to disturb the family during the play and knew that leaving would prompt questions given that he was wearing a nappy but he also didn’t want to wet a nappy and for them to think he was a total baby.

After several minutes of reflection in his head, he decided that he couldn’t possibly wet his nappy again and decided that he would have to summon the courage to ask to go to the bathroom.

He knew what toilet was in French so he stood up sheepishly and walked over to Audrey.

“Toilettes s'il vous plaît?”, he asked nervously.

She turned abruptly to him, looking quite angry to have been disturbed from the play, and pressed her middle finger into the front of his crotch, then turned back to the play, indicating that she expected him to use the nappy.

His heart sank, as he returned to his seat. Was she really expecting him to actually use the nappy? Would this be a permanent thing? All sorts of questions ran through Will’s head. The pressure in his bladder continued to build but he was determined to hold on rather than accepting his fate.

As everyone stood up to applaud, Will followed, and as he stood up, he lost the battle and the nappy started to fill with warm liquid. The feeling was one of disgust, relief, and embarrassment, but he knew it was too late now to do anything.

He now just hoped that the family would make a quick exit from the theatre so that he could make it back, without any further embarrassments.

As the clapping continued, Will noticed someone waving over at the box. It was Phoebe….

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Apr 16, 2023 at 1:30 AM
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Chapter 16

Will nervously waved back at Phoebe from his seat in the theatre. He felt embarrassed and uncomfortable in his wet nappy, especially at the thought of bumping into someone he knew, and even worse, the girl who he had a crush on.

As the crowds began to exit the theatre, he followed his host family who had begun to leave.

As he walked, he tried to keep his head down and blend into the crowd, but he felt like everyone was staring at him. He could hear the crinkle of his nappy with every step he took, and it made him feel more and more self-conscious.

He followed Guillaume, shuffling awkwardly to keep the bulky nappy between his legs. Will longed to go home, but his luck was out as Guillaume and his family stopped to join the bar queue.

He was so focused on avoiding the attention of those around him that he didn't notice Phoebe until she was right in front of him. She had been looking for him and had spotted him walking awkwardly towards the bar.

"Hey Will, I didn't expect to see you here! What did you think of the play?" Phoebe said, as she approached him.

Will's heart sank when he saw her. This was his worst nightmare. What were the chances of his school crush being at the same play as him? He tried to avoid eye contact with her, hoping that she wouldn't notice his problem.

"It was okay," Will replied, trying to sound casual.

"I spotted you earlier. I've been looking for you everywhere since! I thought you might have gone to the bathroom or something. It’s great to see you!" Phoebe said excitedly, giving him a hug.

Will blushed and tried to avoid her eyes, feeling even more self-conscious about his nappy which she had just brushed up against when she hugged him.

As they chatted, Will shuffled awkwardly on the spot, desperate to avoid drawing attention to himself.

Phoebe could sense his discomfort and asked him what was wrong.

"I don't know, I'm just feeling a bit awkward," Will replied, desperately not wanting to tell her about his issue.

Phoebe was confused, but before she could ask him any more questions, she noticed something strange about the way he was standing. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it looked like he was wearing something bulky between his legs.

"Will, what's that?" she asked, pointing at his crotch.

Will's face turned red as he looked down and realised that she could see the outline of his nappy through his shorts. He felt like he wanted to disappear and run away, but Phoebe didn't seem to be fazed by it.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Will stammered, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Phoebe looked at him with concern, then reached out and gently touched the front of his shorts. As she did so, she felt the bulk of the nappy underneath, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"You're wearing a nappy, aren't you?" she said softly.

Will's heart sank as he realised that he had been discovered. He nodded sheepishly, feeling like a baby in front of his friend.

Phoebe didn't seem to be fazed by it, though. Instead, she looked at him with a kind smile and reached out to take his hand.

"It's okay, Will. My little brother had issues and was in nappies for a long time. It's not a big deal.," she said, trying to reassure him.

“Really?” he replied, with a state of surprise in his voice.

“Really. Like I said, it’s not a big deal.” she replied casually.

“So you won’t tell anyone?”

“No, of course not. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate it as I couldn’t deal with it, if everyone knew.”

“No-one will hear anything from me, I promise you that.”

“I was terrified when I saw you. I thought you would just laugh at me and tell everyone what a baby I am.”

“Don’t be silly. I gotta say you do look kind of cute though. It’s bringing back lots of memories of my little brother. He was so adorable when he was in nappies.”

Will blushed, unsure how to respond to Phoebe's comment.

“Awww you’re blushing, that’s even cuter. So, what’s the story? I didn’t see you wearing them here on the trip over, or are you just normally better at hiding them?”, Pheobe smiled, as she hinted that the shorts were far from concealing the nappy, which was something that Will was only too aware of.

“No, I don’t normally wear them. I just had an accident on the way here and they changed me into a nappy. ”

Phoebe suddenly prodded the front of Will's nappy, without any warning or permission, as if he were a baby.

"But it looks like you're wet again," she observed.

Will explained to Phoebe, his voice filled with embarrassment, "I wanted to go to the toilet during the play, but I couldn't communicate what I was trying to say. Guillaume's mum just pointed at my nappy, and I knew what that meant."

He couldn't believe he was sharing such personal information with his crush, but he felt relieved that she seemed to understand.

Phoebe replied, trying to reassure Will, "Well, I suppose that's what nappies are for, right?”

Will didn't know how to respond, as he felt his face turn even redder.

In the background, Phoebe's host family called out to her, indicating that they were ready to leave. She turned to Will and said, "I have to go now, but don't worry, we'll catch up soon, okay?"

“Bye Phoebe.”

As Phoebe got up to leave, she joked, "See you soon, Mr. Potty Pants."

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Apr 25, 2023 at 6:20 PM
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Chapter 17

Will was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions as he watched Phoebe walk away into the distance.

He couldn't believe the sheer embarrassment and humiliation he had just experienced in front of his school crush. It was as if his worst nightmare had just come true.

He had always been different from most boys his age. While others seemed to be constantly talking about girls and chasing after relationships, he had never felt that same drive. But Phoebe was different…

For Will, Phoebe was more than just a crush - she was the first and only girl he had ever felt drawn to.

Being a bit of a nerdy kid, he didn't know much about girls, but there was something that made him want to get to know Phoebe better.

In recent months, he had often daydreamed about what it would be like to be with her, share his interests, talk, and laugh with her.

But the truth was that he knew the chances of a relationship, even a friendship, were slim. She was one of the coolest girls in school, with a group of friends that everyone wanted to be a part of, while he was just a shy and nerdy boy, barely noticeable in the background.

It didn't help that Will was painfully aware of his social awkwardness around girls. He had never been in a relationship before, and he didn't know the first thing about how to talk to girls or how to flirt with them.

Now, any glimmer of hope he had was gone, given what had just happened. He had utterly ruined any chance of being with her.

How could he ever expect someone like her to be with someone like him, someone who still had to wear nappies like a little kid?

Phoebe's kindness had struck a chord deep within him, and her empathy had only served to deepen his feelings for her.

As he was lost in thought, Guillaume's tap on his shoulder jolted him back to reality. It was time to leave, but he couldn't shake off the whirlwind of emotions raging within him.

Despite the bustle of people around, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Phoebe, and he felt a heavy weight on his chest as he walked out of the building.

With each step, Will's discomfort grew as he trudged back to the car with his host family. The wet nappy clung to his legs, chafing his skin and making it hard to walk normally.

He felt like he was waddling like a baby, and he was thankful that the darkness concealed the embarrassing state of his nappy, which was now leaking at the sides.

As they walked, Will tried his best to blend in and avoid drawing any attention to himself, but he couldn't help but notice the curious glances that Audrey was casting his way.

Had she spotted the leak? Did she know that he was wet again?

Finally, they reached the car, and Will breathed a sigh of relief. The wet nappy was beginning to rub against his skin, and he was eager to get it out of it as soon as possible.

Suddenly, and without any prior warning, Audrey prodded the front of Will’s nappy, which confirmed her suspicion that it was wet.

Will couldn't help but feel like Audrey was treating him like a helpless infant.

Instead of asking him if he needed a nappy change, she had just checked for herself, as one would do with a baby.

It was as if she thought he couldn't even tell if his nappy was wet or dry, which was ridiculous since he was a teenager, not a baby!

"Attendez ici pendant que je vous procure une nouvelle couche fraîche."

Will, who was used to obeying his own mother's orders, stayed put as Audrey instructed him to do so. While he waited, Audrey rummaged through the car boot and returned with two nappies in her hand, leaving Will confused. He guessed that one was for him, but he couldn’t work out who the second nappy was for.

Was Audrey going to make him wear two nappies for extra protection against leaks?

As Audrey held his hand and led him towards the backseat, Will couldn't shake off the feeling of being exposed and powerless. He was at the complete mercy of Audrey's decisions. Surely she didn't plan on changing his nappy in public, right there in the backseat of the car as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.

Even with the cover of darkness, Will couldn't shake off the feeling that passersby could still see what was happening, which only added to the humiliation of the situation.

"Prenons une nouvelle couche, d'accord?"

Audrey was clearly experienced at this, and undid the tabs of Will's nappy, pulled down his shorts, and took off his shoes with impressive speed.

As she removed the damp nappy from his skin, Will felt a sense of vulnerability and exposure. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but Audrey paid no attention to his request for dignity, brushing his hand aside as she continued with the task.

Will lay there with his eyes squeezed tightly shut, desperately wishing that the situation would end soon.

He tried to block out the sounds of the rustling plastic and the gentle swishing of the wipes, but the coolness of the air against his bare skin kept bringing him back to the reality of the moment. He felt like he was trapped, unable to escape the experience.

Audrey completed cleaning him up and fastened the new nappy around his waist, giving a gentle pat on his bottom to signal that the job was done. As the sound of the nappy crinkling filled the air, Will couldn't help but feel humiliation at the reminder of his current state.

Audrey inspected Will's wet shorts with a critical eye, frowning in disapproval. They were definitely not in a fit state for him to wear them. She paused for a moment, thinking about what to do next.

She directed Will to stand up and wait by the side of the car, pointing to the spot where she wanted him. Will's heart sank as he realised he would be in public in just a nappy. He protested weakly, but Audrey just turned her back, ignoring his murmurs which made little sense in English, let alone French!

Feeling like a helpless infant scolded by his mother, Will obediently waited, dressed only in a t-shirt and nappy. He couldn't help but worry about being seen in such a state by others.

His concerns were well-founded. As he stood there, a family walked past, leaving Will like a rabbit in the headlights…

The young boy looked at Will in astonishment, his eyes widening at the sight of the teenager wearing a nappy.

The boy turned to his mother and asked: "Est-ce que je devrai encore porter des couches quand je serai aussi grand que lui?"

His mother responded emphatically, "Non!"

As the conversation continued between the young French boy and his mother, Will felt his heart pounding in his chest. He stood frozen, unable to understand what was being said, feeling a sense of unease wash over him.

Meanwhile, Audrey had shifted her attention to Karim, seemingly unaware of the family passing by.

"Karim, viens ici s'il te plaît. On va te mettre une couche," Audrey asked.

"Bien sûr, maman. Je suis prêt," replied Karim, without hesitation.

"Oh, une dernière chose. Les shorts de Will sont mouillés, et il fait chaud ce soir. Est-ce que tu peux lui donner les tiens pour qu'il rentre chez lui?"

"Aucun problème, maman. Je ne les utilise pas," said Karim, with a smile on his face.

Audrey removed Karim's shorts and passed them to Will, who gratefully pulled them up. He felt a sense of relief as they covered his nappy, and no longer so exposed.

Will gaped in amazement as Karim, sporting a wide grin, eagerly settled onto the back seat and awaited his mother's attention.

Audrey wasted no time and proceeded to remove Karim's underwear, while Will tried his best to avoid looking. After cleaning Karim with a wet wipe, Audrey slid a fresh nappy underneath him and applied baby powder.

Once she secured the tapes, Karim stood up as instructed without any hesitation, wearing nothing but a nappy and a T-shirt.

Will observed with curiosity. He couldn't understand why someone of Karim’s age would be happy wearing just a nappy, but he seemed carefree and content, as if he didn't care about what others thought of him.

It was a personality trait that Will admired, as he was always worried about others' opinions but for the time being, all he wanted was to return home, forget about tonight and get back into his normal clothes.

Guillaume and Karim were exhausted, and within minutes of setting off in the car, they had both fallen asleep. Louis and Audrey engaged in a brief conversation before the car fell silent for the remainder of the journey home.

Will, who was sitting in the backseat, stared out of the window, his mind clouded with a mix of emotions - anger, embarrassment, and confusion -all at once.

He had replayed the conversation with Phoebe over and over in his head and even though he hoped that he could trust her, he did worry that she might betray her promise not to tell anyone. He didn’t know what he would do, if all of his classmates found out what had happened. His life would be over.

As the car continued to glide down the road, Will could hear a faint trickling noise. At first, he couldn't pinpoint where the sound was coming from, but as it grew louder, he realised it was coming from right next to him.

Will's eyes widened in surprise as he watched Karim wetting his nappy. The sound of the pee hitting the padding was a soft hissing noise that seemed to last forever.

The front of the nappy became visibly wet and began to turn yellow. Will couldn't believe what he was seeing, and for a moment, he was frozen in shock.

As he stared curiously, he was surprised when Karim opened his eyes and turned to Will with a smile on his face. He didn’t seem upset about what had happened. In fact, he almost seemed proud.

Unsure how to respond, Will gently smiled back at the boy. He then turned his head away and returned to looking out of the window.

He was intrigued by Karim and his situation. Didn’t he mind that he was wearing nappies at his age? Wasn’t he embarrassed?

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: May 4, 2023 at 10:44 AM
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Chapter 18

Upon arriving back home, Will breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped out of the car, eager to escape to the privacy of his own room and away from the scrutiny of his hosts.

Climbing the stairs to his room, he pressed his hand against the front of his nappy, relieved to feel that it was still dry.

Yet, despite knowing that he hadn't wet it, he found himself doubting himself. Why did he feel this way? Was it because of the confusing mixture of feelings that had come up since Audrey had put him in a nappy? Did he really need it after all?

Will's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. He had never felt so uncertain about himself and for the first time, he began to feel very homesick. He held back the tears, but inside he was crying for his Mummy.

He was determined to resist any tears. He reminded himself that he was almost an adult and that crying for his Mummy at his age was pathetic.

Despite his desire to act like a grown up, the sensation of the diaper snugly wrapped around his legs provided an unusual sense of solace.

Even though the thought of wearing something intended for infants made him feel exposed and ashamed, it also gave him a sense of safety.

He couldn’t explain why, and knew that it was strange but he felt an overarching feeling of comfort.

Perhaps it reminded him of his younger days and being cared for by his Mum?

Will sat down on the edge of his bed, feeling lost in his thoughts. The turmoil of emotions and uncertainty was overwhelming, leaving him unsure what to do next.

His fingers toyed with the tapes of his nappy, he had a strong urge to tear it off and discard it in an attempt to prove he didn’t need it and to return to normality.

Yet the memory of Audrey's stern expression made him hesitate. What if he experienced an accident during the night and ended up wetting the bed?

Will took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on the sound of his own breathing, but irrespective of how much he tried to ignore it, the slightest movement led to a gentle crinkling of the nappy.

Will took several minutes to consider his options. He found it strange that he was in such a predicament, especially since he was convinced just a few weeks ago that his days of nappies and bed-wetting were long behind him.

The thought of wearing a nappy to bed felt like an admission of needing it, and that realisation unnerved him.

However, recent incidents had shaken his confidence, and he was genuinely concerned about making it through the night without any accidents.

The idea of wetting the bed and having to confess to Audrey was too mortifying to endure and despite his best efforts to ignore his strange feelings, the comfort and security that it provided him was weighing heavily on his mind.

After several minutes of contemplation, Will decided that it was better to be safe than sorry.

He convinced himself that a wet nappy would be preferable to a wet bed, and if he did have another accident, he could discreetly dispose of the evidence.

He reassured himself that he was making the right decision - it was a simple insurance policy. He resolved to wear the nappy for just one night, to grant himself some peace of mind.

Tomorrow would be a new day, a fresh start, and he could leave this ordeal behind, returning to his usual underwear but for now, the security of the nappy brought him a small measure of calm and safety.

Will let out a deep, resigned sigh as he shifted on the bed, the crinkling sound of the nappy and the plastic sheet beneath him a constant reminder of his current plight.

Memories of past bed-wetting episodes filled his mind, fuelling his unease and anxiety. As his head sank into the pillow, he couldn't help but wonder what the future might hold.

Would Audrey expect him to wear a nappy again? Would anyone else discover his humiliating secret? Could he trust Phoebe to keep her promise and not share his predicament with others?

The uncertainty was suffocating, but one thing was clear - he never wanted to feel like this again.

Will reached for a book, hoping to distract himself from the storm of thoughts that swirled around him. But the weariness of the day soon caught up with him, and his eyelids grew heavy, giving way to a deep sleep.

Will didn't even have the energy to turn off the light before he crashed out, and so it remained on, a gentle presence in the darkness. The room was silent, save for the soft hum of the lamp, casting a warm, soothing glow over the bedroom.

As Will slept soundly, Audrey's footsteps echoed through the hallway as she made her way to Will's room. Peering down at him, she checked to see if he was still wearing the nappy she had put on him earlier.

To her surprise, he was still wearing it, and it was still dry.

A tender smile graced her face as she leaned over him. Carefully, Audrey tucked the covers around his body, ensuring that he was snug and comfortable.

Her gaze then fell upon the lamp, its warm, comforting light bathing the room. She reached out and switched it off, plunging the room into a tranquil darkness.

After one last, affectionate glance at Will, Audrey tiptoed out of the room, taking care to close the door softly behind her.

Lost in his dreams, Will's soft snores filled the room, punctuated by the occasional deep breath. Nestled securely within the comforting confines of his sleep, his fears and uncertainties were temporarily held at bay, granting him a brief reprieve.

As he soundly slept, he found himself in an enchanting dream, where he was reunited with his parents at a picturesque location, surrounded by the soothing sounds of nature.

Together, they had embarked on a leisurely hike towards a mesmerising waterfall, its cascading waters shimmering in the sunlight, creating rainbows as the mist mingled with the warm rays.

The sound of the rushing water and the playful laughter of his family filled the air as they enjoyed a picnic beside the waterfall, the cool spray providing a refreshing respite.

Oblivious to the world around him and ignorant of Audrey's visit to check on him and inspect his nappy, a smile graced Will's face as he dreamed of happier times.

Little did he know that his nightmare had only just begun, and he would find himself in even more embarrassing situations in the days and months to come.....

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: May 30, 2023 at 9:04 PM
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Chapter 19
Will was in a deep sleep when he was jolted awake by Audrey's presence in his room.

"Bonjour, Will," Audrey said with a warm smile as she drew back the curtains to let the sunlight stream in.

"Bonjour" Will replied, feeling self-conscious as Audrey approached his bed.

"Est-ce que tu es sec?" Audrey asked, her gentle tone putting him at ease.

Will nodded his head, still feeling a bit dazed and unsure of what he was being asked.

Unaware that she already knew, Will wanted to keep the fact that he was still wearing the nappy a secret and sunk further into his bedsheets, and turned over so that he was facing into his pillow, closing his eyes, hoping that his pretend sleeping would prompt Audrey to leave the room.

Unfortunately for Will, Audrey was not fooled by his pretence and suspected that he had woken up with a wet nappy and was trying to hide it from her.

As Will remained face down in his pillow, he was surprised when he felt his bed covers being forcefully lifted up. He tried to resist and keep hold of them but his efforts were futile and his nappy was revealed.

He felt a pang of surprise and embarrassment, but he couldn't stop her. He lay there, feeling like a baby as she checked to see if he was dry. To his pleasure, Will was dry.

He furrowed his brow, pondering how she knew that he was still wearing the nappy. His plan had been to take it off before she had a chance to see him but now she probably assumed that he had accepted his fate that he needed to wear a nappy every night.

Will was still in shock as Audrey gave him a small smile and patted his leg before pulling his sheets back up over him.

"Bon, bon," Audrey said with a small smile as she patted his leg. "Je vais aller préparer le petit déjeuner maintenant."

As Audrey left the room, Will took a few minutes to compose himself and then got out of bed, and made his way to the bathroom, still wearing the nappy.
He ripped the nappy off his waist and discarded it in the bin. He stood in front of the mirror, looking at his naked body as a reminder of what it looked like without a nappy on. He smiled, feeling proud of himself for making it through the night without wetting himself, and reminded himself that yesterday was just a blip and that he had been dry for a while now.

It shouldn’t be an achievement for an 18 year old but given what had happened yesterday, he was very relieved to have had a dry night.

He then went to his wardrobe, picking out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to wear for the day. As he dressed, he couldn't help but feel relieved that he was back in his normal underwear. The feeling of the soft cotton against his skin was comforting and made him feel like a ‘big boy’ again.

As Will joined the family for breakfast, he couldn't shake the feelings of both relief and apprehension. He was glad to be free from the nappy, but at the same time, he was worried about what Audrey and the boys might think of him after last night's incident. He also couldn't dismiss the sense of comfort and security that the nappy had provided him, which left him feeling slightly concerned.

The room went silent when Will entered, as Audrey gave him a long look and then walked over to him, before feeling his underwear.

"Vous portez des sous-vêtements normaux?" she asked in French, with a quizzical look on her face.

Will was unsure what Audrey had said but from the tone of her voice, he sensed that it couldn’t be good.

Audrey walked over to Will and as was becoming a common occurrence, she proceeded to inspect
Will's underwear which made him feel even more self-conscious but also worried that she was expecting him to be wearing a nappy in the daytime now.

Will stood frozen to the spot while Audrey walked away. She picked up her coffee and stirred it aggressively, looking deep in thought.

She then began conversing in an animated fashion with her husband who was calm in his replies.

"Louis," Audrey said hesitantly, "Qu'allons-nous faire à propos de Will ? Après hier soir, je ne suis pas sûre s'il serait mieux de rester en couches. Et s'il a un autre accident la prochaine fois qu'il fait un long voyage ou ne peut pas communiquer son besoin d'aller aux toilettes ? Ne devrions-nous pas faire quelque chose ?" getting more frantic as she posed questions to her question.

Louis looked up from the newspaper, considering her concerns. "Eh bien," he began, "ce n'est pas vraiment à nous de décider, n'est-ce pas ? Nous devrions parler à Jacqui."

"Mais qu'en penses-tu ?" Audrey pressed, seeking reassurance.

Louis glanced at Will, then back at Audrey. "Honnêtement, il a 18 ans et je doute qu'il veuille porter une couche. Je pense que tu devrais lui donner le bénéfice du doute - je suis sûr que c'était juste un accident. Ce n'est pas facile pour lui de rester avec nous, qu'il ne connaît pas, dans un pays qu'il ne connaît pas et sans pouvoir communiquer avec nous."

Audrey hesitated to agree with her husband. "J'ai juste l'impression que ce serait mieux pour lui. Jacqui a dit que cela arriverait probablement. Je ne veux pas avoir à gérer un autre accident ou me retrouver avec du linge mouillé. Ce sera à moi de m'en occuper, pendant que tu te prélasses."

Louis nodded. "D'accord, alors demandons-lui son avis. Elle le connaît mieux."

Audrey sighed. "D'accord, je lui enverrai un e-mail plus tard pour demander conseil."

As Audrey and Louis exchanged thoughts before returning to their daily tasks, Will remained quiet and still, trying to take in the conversation.

He was concerned about the tone of the discussion and worried that Audrey might be suggesting he needed to wear nappies, which was, in fact, exactly what was being discussed.

The mention of Jacqui was also alarming for Will. He didn't want them calling his mom or for her to find out what had happened.

Unbeknownst to him, they had already been in contact before Will arrived, and Jacqui had briefed Audrey of his historic bed wetting issues.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 1, 2023 at 9:09 AM
Content: Thanks for the feedback.

Interestingly I had a few conversation on my Patreon about this very topic and there was different opinions.

I made the decision not to include a translation because I wanted readers to feel like Will. He can’t understand what’s being said and thus I wanted readers to be able to relate. I also wanted to add a bit of mystery in the story because some of the conversations may give hints about what’s to come in future chapters.

I also took the view that readers who wanted to know what was being said could use a translate website to find out.

Following that explanation, I would love to hear your feedback. Do you remain of the same view?

p.s. The story is planned to continue after Will’s French Exchange has concluded so the language issue will cease then.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Jun 17, 2023 at 2:51 PM
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Chapter 20

Audrey sat at her computer desk, her fingers hesitating over the keyboard. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face, reflecting the flickering uncertainty in her eyes. It had been a week since she and Jacqui began exchanging emails.

In those initial emails, Jacqui and Audrey had shared the stories of their children, the challenges they faced, and the emotional toll that bedwetting had taken. Despite the language barrier, they had managed to find common ground, an unspoken understanding that transcended words.

Will remained oblivious to the conversations between his mother and Audrey and that his secrets had been revealed before he even left home.

As Audrey stared at the blinking cursor, she began composing an email to Jacqui.

She started typing the message in her native language, before using Google Translate to convert it into English so that Jacqui would understand her message.

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Dear Jacqui,

I hope this email finds you well. I wanted to send you an update on Will's progress since he arrived here. He is a very kind boy, and he has settled in nicely.

Unfortunately, I have to tell you that he had an accident and wet himself yesterday.

I know you mentioned that he had mostly struggled with bedwetting, but this incident actually happened during the day.

While doing laundry, I also noticed that his pants were damp and had a urine odour.

I was not expecting this so I wanted to find out if he has experienced any issues with daytime wetting before, or if it could be a result of adjusting to the new environment?

I hope you don't mind, but I had no choice but to put him in one of the nappies you sent. We were going out for the evening, and I was concerned he might have another accident. Besides, I didn't have any spare underwear for him at the time.

When we returned home, he chose to keep wearing the nappy to bed rather than take it off. This made me wonder if it would be best for him to continue wearing nappies at night, just in case it makes him more comfortable? It would no issue for me or the boys.

I also wonder if it might be sensible for him to wear them during long car journeys or in any situations where access to the bathroom may be limited. This is what we do with our youngest, Karim, and it helps prevent any accidents. What do you think?

I understand that this situation must be embarrassing for Will, but we will do our utmost to support and care for him during his stay with us.

As you know, both of our boys have had similar challenges and we have always taken the view that it should not be a big deal to wear a nappy as they’re just garments designed to protect the boys and to support them with a medical issue.

Of course, we will do whatever you think is best but please be rest assured, that we have adequate supplies at the house and that we will handle the situation sensitively, if you agree?

I look forward to hearing from you and will keep you informed of any developments.

Best regards,

Audrey

P.s. If you want to speak with Will any time then just let me know and we can set up a call.

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Back in England, Jacqui was seated at the dining table, sharing a meal with her husband, Keith, and their younger son, Tom.

Their meal was interrupted by the ping of an incoming email on her phone. It was from Audrey, a name that instantly brought a sense of unease.

As she opened the email, her heart pounded a little harder in her chest. She began to read, her eyes scanning the lines of text. With each word, her expression turned more serious, a frown etching itself onto her face.

Keith, noticing the change in his wife's demeanour, asked with concern, "What's the matter, love?"

Jacqui hesitated, not wanting to bring up the issue in front of Tom. "It's nothing, just an email from Audrey," she replied, attempting to downplay her concern.

But Keith could tell that something was bothering her and was concerned that she was hiding something from him. "What does it say?" he pressed.

Jacqui paused, still reluctant to discuss the matter in front of Tom, knowing that Will would prefer his brother to be kept in the dark.

But Keith was persistent. "Come on, Jacqui, you’re worrying me now. What's going on?"

Finally, Jacqui relented. "It's about Will," she said, her voice softening. "He had an accident in France."

Keith's eyebrows furrowed, concern evident in his voice. "What kind of accident?"

Jacqui sighed, knowing that she needed to share the news. "It seems Will wet himself yesterday and ended up back in nappies.”

Before Keith could formulate a response, Jacqui continued, "Audrey just sent an email asking for our advice. They're concerned he might have more accidents and they want to know if we are supportive of him wearing ‘protection’ at certain times."

Keith frowned, clearly concerned. "Poor lad. It’s probably because he’s nervous. What do you think we should do?" he asked.

Jacqui sighed, a feeling of uncertainty washing over her. "I'm not sure. It doesn't seem fair for Audrey to have to deal with Will's accidents, but I also know he wouldn't want to go back to wearing nappies, especially at a stranger's house."

"I don’t know either. There’s not really a right answer is there? Don’t they have another son who also has some incontinence issues?” Keith asked.

"Yes they do. He’s about Tom’s age so they’re very used to dealing with wetting issues and nappies. That’s why the school chose the family for Will.”

Tom, who had been quietly following the conversation, couldn't help but smirk. "Hold on… so the school knows about Will's bedwetting?"

Jacqui shot him a stern look. "Yes, they do. And it's not something to laugh about, Tom."

Keith paused for a moment before replying “It sounds like they have got experience with their son. While Will is staying at their house, we should probably let them deal with it however they think is best. I am sure they’ll do whatever is right. What do you think?” Keith replied.

Jacqui nodded, conceding to Keith's point. "You're right. It's their home and they're dealing with the situation so I guess we should let them decide how to handle it. Audrey seems very nice and sensible, so I guess we just have to trust her judgement. I just hope Will is managing okay."

Keith turned to his wife and asked, "Do you reckon we should have a chat with him to see how he's doing?"

His wife replied, "I am not sure, the school strongly advised us to keep contact very limited, as it often makes children more homesick and makes it harder for them to immerse themselves in the language. Maybe I should have a word with one of his teachers and see if they can check on him.“

”Fair enough.” Keith replied, "Should we send anything over, or money for supplies?"

"We already sent some nappies over, remember?" Jacqui responded, a hint of irritation in her voice.

Keith looked puzzled. "Did we? I must have forgotten."

Tom, unable to contain himself, burst out laughing. "I can’t believe you sent nappies to France for him! He's such a baby!"

Jacqui shot him a stern look. "Don't you dare make fun of your brother. It's not his fault, and he's already feeling embarrassed."

Taken aback by his mother's stern tone, Tom quickly apologised. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean it."

Jacqui's expression softened slightly, but she wanted to ensure Tom understood the seriousness of the situation. "If you continue to tease your brother, you might find out what it's like to wear a nappy yourself."

Tom, sensing the anger and concern in the room, and not wanting to challenge his mother's threat, quieted down and returned to his meal.

As the family finished their dinner, Keith and Tom cleared the table. Meanwhile, Jacqui pulled out her phone and began to draft a response to Audrey's email.

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Dear Audrey,

I hope this email finds you well. I want to start by expressing my gratitude for your note regarding Will's situation. It's comforting to know that he is in such caring hands.

After discussing the matter with my husband, Keith, we both agree that we trust your judgement and experience in handling this situation. We understand that this is a delicate issue and we appreciate your sensitivity and understanding.

If you believe that it would be best for Will to return to using nappies, then we fully support that decision. Our primary concern is for Will to feel comfortable and secure, and if this is the best way to ensure that, then we are in agreement.

Please treat him as you would your own child in this situation. We trust that you will make the right decisions for him.

I would love nothing more than to speak with Will. As much as I miss him, I want his experience to be as positive and enriching as possible and the school warned us that contact with home can make some children more homesick.

Therefore, I will hold off on speaking with him for a little while longer, unless you think it is absolutely necessary, or if he specifically needs to speak with me?

Once again, thank you for your understanding and for taking such good care of Will.

Please do not hesitate to reach out if there are any further developments or if you need anything from us.

Best regards,

Jacqui

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As Jacqui's fingers came to a halt on her phone, having finished her response to Audrey, a wave of emotion washed over her. The thought of her son, her little soldier, so far from home tugged at her heart.

She yearned to cuddle him in a comforting embrace, whispering words of reassurance that everything would be okay.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Would the boys tease him? How would he handle the prospect of wearing nappies again? Was it the right decision?

With a deep breath, she pressed send, effectively handing over the reins of Will's care to Audrey. In doing so, she knew that she was condemning her son to nappies again, a decision she hoped would be for the best.

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Timestamp: Jun 17, 2023 at 2:53 PM
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howiebabe said:

I understand the idea of Will not understanding, but your readers are a different kettle of fish. And yes, we can use google translate, but that sort of breaks up the flow of reading the story. I am glad the story will continue after his sojourn in France.

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Thanks for the feedback, I respect that. In all of my other stories, they’re fully in English It’s just a unique plot and I don’t want to waste the chance to take advantage of a unique opportunity to make this difference to other ABDL stories and let the reader feel like Will. Hope you stick with it till we get back to England!

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Timestamp: Jun 19, 2023 at 8:55 AM
Content: Thank you for the feedback which I’ll bear in mind.
Unfortunately for Will he has always struggled with French and his grasp of the language is very limited. I also know from experience that it is very difficult picking it up when someone is speaking quickly in their native tongue.

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Timestamp: Jun 20, 2023 at 8:51 AM
Content: Interesting to hear your views on this so thank you.

When Will first arrived, all of the characters made a greater effort to try and understand and communicate with each other but as time has gone on, they have all somewhat given up.

There are also certain words and phrases that Will recognises and that’s been referenced in previous chapters so gets a few words here and there but he struggles to understand the full conversation.

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Timestamp: Jun 21, 2023 at 12:39 AM
Content: Thanks @Bigbabybret, I genuinely really appreciate the feedback. It’s really helpful and it’s nice to hear that people are enjoying the story as it helps keep me motivated to keep writing.

I’ve written some chapters already but I’ll certainly bear your comments in mind in future when I’m writing.

It’s really great that you’re enjoying it. I am looking forward to releasing the next few chapters and hope that the long-term plot I have planned will keep the story going for a long time yet!

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Aug 12, 2023 at 1:38 AM
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Chapter 21

The rest of the day had unfolded with a sense of normalcy. But as the sun dipped below the horizon and the shadows grew longer, Will found himself caught off guard when without warning Audrey instructed him to follow her upstairs.

"Allons, William et Karim, montons à l'étage pour vous arranger."

As usual, Will was uncertain about the meaning of the spoken words, but the gestures of Audrey's hands helped convey the message.

Confused, he followed her, unsure of what awaited him. What could she possibly want him to do with Karim? Uncertainty propelled him forward, his footsteps hesitant and cautious, as if each step brought him closer to an unknown abyss.

As Will followed Audrey along the corridor, his footsteps echoing softly against the floor. They bypassed his own bedroom, the familiar space where he had hoped to find solace and comfort, and continued towards Karim's room.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of Karim's nightlight, casting a warm, comforting ambiance. The walls were adorned with colourful posters and toys, a testament to the vibrant spirit of childhood that still thrived within the four walls. Yet, for Will, the room now held an air of uncertainty and unease.
Observing the surroundings, he couldn't help but notice that the room seemed incredibly juvenile, especially considering Karim's age. The changing table positioned at the far end of the room further accentuated this impression.

A twinge of nostalgia stirred within Will as he cast his gaze upon the changing table. Its presence evoked memories of his own bedroom back in England before it had finally been removed by his Dad.

Will's eyes darted between Audrey and Karim, searching for any signs of explanation or reassurance. Karim's face displayed a mixture of curiosity and innocence, as if he was witnessing a game or adventure about to unfold.

Will couldn't help but envy the younger boy's carefree spirit, untouched by the complexities that weighed heavily on his own shoulders.

Will's spine tingled with unease as Audrey issued her next command, beckoning him to climb up onto Karim's changing mat. In that moment, the purpose behind her instructions became clear, solidifying the reason why she had led him to this room.

"Saut sur le tapis à langer, s'il te plaît Will."

"Noooo.. I don't need to wear a nappy!" Will's voice quivered with a blend of confusion and defiance. The words hung in the air, a desperate plea for control amidst the chaos that now surrounded him. He couldn't understand why Audrey was insisting on this, especially since she knew that she was dry last night.

She approached him with a calm determination, her voice soft but unwavering.

"Will, je comprends que cela soit difficile pour toi. Mais ta maman et moi en avons discuté, et nous pensons qu'il serait préférable que tu portes une couche la nuit pendant ton séjour ici.”

The words only fueled Will's frustration, intensifying the confusion that swirled within him. What was Audrey saying? He recognised the reference to his Mum. Why was she talking about her?

Audrey pulled her mobile phone out of her pocket and started tapping and scrolling the screen.

His gaze landed on Audrey's phone as she handed it to him. Will accepted the device, his curiosity piqued, and began looking at the screen.

It was the email from his mum, confirming her support to put him back into nappies. The words on the screen blurred, lost in a sea of emotions.

He couldn't comprehend why his mother would say such a thing. A mixture of confusion and betrayal surged within him, causing tears to well up in his eyes.

In that moment, he momentarily forgot that those around him spoke a different language, and the fact that their limited understanding of English rendered his words futile.

"Nooooo, I don't want to wear a nappy. I don’t….I don’t…I don’t need it! This is ridiculous. I am an adult, not a baby"

His frustration was only heightened by the language barrier that impeded his efforts to communicate his feelings and protests.
Undeterred by his protests, Audrey gently tapped the plastic padding of the changing table, a clear sign for him to comply with her instructions.

“Allez Will.”

Feeling defeated and overwhelmed, Will stood beside the changing mat, his emotions swirling inside him.

Audrey's stern voice pierced through his thoughts, urging him once again to do as he was told and get onto the table.

"Allez, viens ici maintenant, Will."

Audrey, realising the extent of Will's struggle, approached him with a softened expression. "Will, je sais que cela peut être difficile pour toi de comprendre en ce moment, mais s'il te plaît, fais-nous confiance, ta maman et moi, nous voulons ton bien-être avant tout. Nous croyons que cela t'aidera à te sentir plus à l'aise et en sécurité pendant ton séjour ici.," she explained, her voice gentle and reassuring.

Will looked at Audrey, his tear-filled eyes searching for answers. He had no idea what she was saying but he sensed a warmness from her voice.

Although he resisted, the genuine concern in Audrey's eyes started to sway his stance, causing a softening of his position. With reluctance, he nodded and ascended the changing mat, his heart burdened by a blend of acceptance and uncertainty.

Audrey offered a small smile, grateful for Will's willingness to comply.

"Merci, Will. Je sais que cela peut ne pas être facile pour toi, mais nous sommes là pour te soutenir à chaque étape. Je te le promets.," she assured him, her words carrying a warmth that eased some of the tension in his chest.

Will longed for her to cease speaking to him in French. Did she not comprehend that he had no grasp of what she was saying?

While Audrey readied the essential supplies, a weighty silence descended upon the room.

The sound of the nappy being unfurled pierced through the silence, its crinkling amplifying the palpable tension that lingered between them. Will's breaths grew shallow, his chest constricting with each passing moment.

Audrey's hands moved with practised ease, a mixture of efficiency and gentleness as she began to remove his clothes.

He offered no resistance, accepting his fate with a resigned surrender. Layer by layer, the garments were taken away, leaving him feeling stripped bare.

The tears that had threatened to spill finally escaped, rolling down his cheeks. He couldn't hold back his tears any longer, and they streamed down his face uncontrollably.

Karim, sensing Will's distress, took a step toward the drawer near his bed. With a gentle pull, he retrieved a dummy and began walking to the changing table.

Noticing Will's tears, he approached him with a cautious step, extending the dummy as a gentle offering of solace.

A wave of confusion washed over Will as his gaze fixed on the dummy held in Karim's hand. Why would Karim, someone his own age, possess a dummy? And why did he believe that Will, a teenager, would have any use for it? Filled with a mix of surprise and frustration, Will emphatically declined the dummy, vigorously shaking his head to convey his rejection.

With a subtle shrug and a faint furrow on his brow, Karim lowered the dummy, acknowledging and accepting that it wasn't what Will wanted at this particular moment.

Audrey, observing the exchange, stepped forward to intervene. She placed a comforting hand on Will's shoulder, addressing both boys in a soothing tone.

"C'est bon, Karim. Will est juste surpris, c'est tout. Il n'est pas habitué aux mêmes choses que toi, et c'est tout à fait normal."

After Audrey completed the task of removing Will's clothes, she reached for the clean nappy, where it should be placed to ensure a comfortable fit. Carefully, she lifted Will's bottom in the air, sliding the nappy beneath him and securing it snugly in place.

She pulled the sides firmly over his thighs and completed the task by fastening the tabs. The sound resonated in Will's ears, a familiar yet unpleasant sound that served as a reminder of his regression.

Audrey's smile grew wider, her reassurance evident in her voice. "C'est terminé, Will.!"

With the nappy securely in place, Audrey guided Will off the changing mat, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. The room remained quiet for now, the weight of the moment still hanging in the air.

Will stood in front of Audrey, his body wrapped in the protection of the nappy, a tangible reminder of vulnerability yet also a source of reassurance.

Audrey turned to Guillaume and Karim. "Guillaume, peux-tu aller chercher l'un de tes vieux pyjamas à fermeture éclair pour Will ? Ça le gardera confortable.”

Guillaume nodded and darted out of the room, returning with a playful, childish romper. Audrey thanked him and turned to Will, who looked at the romper with a mix of hesitance and horror, as well as surprise that the family possessed such an item.

He reasoned it must have been Guillaume’s as it would have been far too big to be Karim’s. Did he also wear nappies?

Audrey extended the romper before her, beckoning Will to step into it. With a gentle tone, she instructed him to enter the outfit, seemingly assuring him,
"Cela te tiendra bien au chaud et confortable."

Will hesitated, his pride clashing with the notion of embracing such a childlike attire. Yet, the genuine warmth and acceptance he had received from Audrey, Guillaume, and Karim offered a glimmer of solace.

It seemed that for them, this was just a part of their everyday life. There was no judgement.

This realisation brought a sense of reassurance to Will, easing the embarrassment he initially felt and soothing his unease, even in the peculiar circumstances he found himself in.

With a deep breath, Will cautiously stepped into the romper. As Audrey zipped it up, it suddenly registered with him that the zipper was not in the front, but rather at the back.

Before he could fully process what was happening, he felt Audrey securing it further, as she fastened two snap buttons over the zip.

As his hand instinctively reached around to the back of the outfit, a sinking feeling settled in Will’s chest.

There was no escape.

The zip was out of his grasp, rendering him unable to release himself without someone else's assistance.

The realisation struck him. He was trapped and that presented an even more alarming issue.

How would he manage if he needed to use the toilet? Audrey was confining him to rely on the nappy, whether he liked it or not.

To make matters worse, he remembered that he hadn't had the chance to empty his bladder after the a beer he had drunk at supper.

His past history provided a precedent that he would be unable to retain the beer inside him until the morning. He would soon be needing to release it.

Given his history of bedwetting, it had become part of his routine to relieve himself several times before bed as a precautionary measure to avoid the accidents that had haunted him for so long.

This familiar routine had now been disrupted.
He would be confined to wearing the nappy until morning. Will was resigned to the fact that there was little hope of making it through the night without needing to relieve his bladder.

Any attempt to communicate his need to use the toilet would likely be disregarded, just as it was dismissed by Audrey when he asked at the theatre.

As Will contemplated the inevitable consequences of his position, Audrey called Karim over, shifting her attention to him.

With a sense of joy and innocence, Karim willingly approached, showing an acceptance and almost excitement that was in total contrast to Will’s feeling when he was instructed to the changing table.

Audrey proceeded to change Karim into his night nappy, the young boy giggling and enjoying the experience as she blew raspberries and tickled his stomach.

Will couldn't understand why someone of Karim's age appeared so at ease with the idea of wearing a nappy, or why his room had such a childish ambiance, or even why he possessed a dummy.

It all seemed incredibly peculiar.

As Will was guided out of Karim’s room by Audrey, he wanted to escape back to his bedroom and hide away but Audrey blocked his path and waved him downstairs.

Will walked alongside Audrey, Guillaume, and Karim, feeling the soft fabric of the romper against his skin and the secure embrace of the nappy beneath it.

At the bottom of the stairs, Louis greeted him with a quick once-over before offering a warm smile, a silent gesture of acceptance.

For Will, there was an inexplicable sense of mortification in being seen like this.He couldn't shake the feeling of utter embarrassment, looking like a complete baby in front of a grown man. What must he think of him?

Will closed his eyes, overwhelmed with despair, as he made his way towards the living room.

He felt a deep sense of dejection, wondering how things could possibly get any worse.

The entire trip was turning into a complete disaster. He wished he’d never come on this stupid exchange.

Unfortunately, little did he know that his problems were only just starting and the worst yet to come...

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Aug 26, 2023 at 12:10 AM
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Chapter 22

In the living room downstairs, surrounded by his host family, Will sat lost in his own thoughts as laughter from the TV show filled the room. He longed for a way out of the situation, yearning for a reality where he didn't feel like such an outsider.

Louis excused himself from the room, slipping away briefly while the others remained engrossed in the show. Moments later, he reappeared, holding two beers in his hands.

Will's bladder was already full from the beer he had at supper, but he knew there was little point in refusing. The inevitable truth was that he would have to use his nappy before morning.

Will was grateful for the offer of the beer, and couldn't deny that he enjoyed drinking the bottles that Louis gave him but he also couldn't help but pause for a moment, appreciating the irony of the situation. Here he was, being offered a beer like an adult, yet he sat there wearing a nappy, a symbol of dependence reminiscent of a baby.

He gradually consumed the beer, the minutes ticked by and the pressure in his bladder began to increase, causing him to shift uncomfortably in his seat. He wanted to ask to use the toilet but despite that being a reasonable request for a boy of his age, he was hesitant as he knew that it would likely be misunderstood or dismissed by Audrey, just as she dismissed his request at the theatre.

Just as he mustered a bit of courage to speak up, Audrey abruptly rose from her seat and announced her departure for the night, bidding them all goodnight. The boys remained in the room, immersed in the glow of the television.

Will's desperation intensified, but despite his growing need for the toilet, he couldn't bring himself to ask Louis, Guillaume, or Karim.

A tinge of anger began to simmer deep within him, fueled by the realisation that Audrey had purposefully put him in a nappy, clearly expecting him to use it just like a helpless baby. The resentment simmered, whispering in his thoughts, urging him to embrace the role she seemingly desired. In a defiant moment, he contemplated succumbing to her game and utilising the nappy as she intended. If she wanted him to act like a baby then perhaps he should act like one.

With a resolute gleam in his eyes, Will mustered his determination. He made the conscious decision to release the tension in his bladder, letting go of the control he had tightly held but despite the pressing need to relieve himself, the deliberate act of wetting the nappy proved more challenging than he had initially anticipated.

He anxiously glanced around the room at the others, worried that his squinting face would give away what he was doing, but their eyes were firmly glued to the TV.

After a short moment of concentration and focus, a flow of urine began to fill the nappy. In order to allow the liquid to be absorbed into the nappy and in an effort to demonstrate his ability to control his bladder, he clinched his bladder and stopped the flow of urine on several occasions. Even with the noise of the television in the background, he could hear the sound of the liquid hitting against the padding.

Will let out a sigh of relief as he completed his embarrassing act, unaware that the sound would capture the room's attention. All eyes turned towards him, but it was Karim's smile and a subtle glance at his own nappy that communicated a clear message to Will. It was evident that Karim knew precisely what had transpired.

To Will's astonishment, he could discern the faint sound of liquid flowing. His gaze shifted towards Karim, and it dawned on him that the young boy was also wetting his nappy.

Was it an accident? An act of solidarity? Or did Karim genuinely enjoy wearing nappies? Will couldn't be sure, but the look on Karim's face hinted at the latter.

Unsure how to react to Karim, and conscious that he didn't want the others to find out that he had deliberately wet himself, he knew that he needed to get out of the room and upstairs to the sanctuary of his bedroom. If Audrey found out what he had done then it would only give her more ammunition to keep him in nappies.

As he contemplated his exit, a wave of self-realisation washed over him. He had just deliberately wet himself, in the daytime, without even attempting to hold it.

This was a new low for Will. He shook his head, questioning what had become of him. He was not a baby; he was a 17-year-old. Why was he succumbing to Audrey's trap?

Thoughts of Phoebe flooded Will's mind. He couldn't help but wonder what she would think of him in this state. He was relieved that she wasn't here to witness his current predicament.

The realisation that his own mother had bestowed upon Audrey the authority to subject him to this treatment, resulting in his current situation of sitting in a wet nappy, only fueled Will's growing frustration.

Summoning a deep breath, he mustered the courage to navigate his way out of the room. Each step towards the doorway was cautious and deliberate, his heart pounding with the urgency to escape undetected.

Casting a fleeting glance back at the others, he spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "Je suis fatigué." With these words, he conveyed his weariness, presenting himself with an opportunity to slip away unnoticed.

Will ascended the stairs, his every footfall executed with careful precision, a delicate dance to avoid catching Audrey's attention. He yearned for her to be either asleep or preoccupied in her own room, granting him a safe passage to his own sanctuary.

As he neared his room, a growing sense of confidence swelled within him. The relief of almost reaching his destination was tantalisingly close. With an outstretched hand, he reached for the doorknob, only to be abruptly halted by the swing of the bathroom door.

Out emerged Audrey, a figure that shattered his hopes of evading detection. The remnants of his confidence wavered, replaced by a sinking feeling of dread. Before he could slip into his room and find solace within its familiar walls, he heard the words he had dreaded, slicing through the air with unwelcome clarity.

"Will, viens ici une seconde."

Although his grasp of the French language was limited, he understood the meaning of those words all too well. The impending consequences loomed before him, casting a shadow of apprehension over his fragile resolve.

Audrey's experienced eyes scanned over Will's figure, swiftly recognising the distinct bulge in his crotch. With years of parenting under her belt, she knew a wet nappy when she saw one.

Without seeking Will's input or consent, she pressed into the nappy, confirming her suspicions without a single word. Will was taken aback by the sudden invasion of his personal space, left feeling helpless and undeniably infantile as he wasn't even given the chance to answer if he was wet or not.

Gripping his hand tightly, Audrey led Will back towards Karim's room. The frequency of another nappy change, only a short time after the last one, only served to solidify the sinking feeling in his chest and as he walked step by step towards the changing table, he began to fear that this walk would be a regular occurrence for the rest of his stay.

Arriving at the changing table, Audrey directed Will to climb back onto it. With practised efficiency, Audrey unzipped his sleeper and removed the wet nappy, swiftly discarding it in Karim's nappy pail. Will lay there, vulnerable and exposed.

Returning with a fresh nappy in hand, Audrey proceeded to clean Will's crotch, wiping away the traces of urine. The gentle sprinkle of baby powder followed, its scent permeating the air, a reminder of his regression into a state of helplessness.

She secured the new nappy in place, tapping it firmly. Zipping up his sleeper, she gestured for him to rise to his feet.

Throughout the entire process, Audrey remained distant and detached, executing her duties as if on autopilot, and as if attending to the needs of any other baby who could not communicate back.

Once again, Audrey grasped his hand with a vice-like grip, leading him back towards his bedroom. The urge to protest bubbled within Will.

He was seventeen years old, he didn't need or want someone to hold his hand. However, the firmness of Audrey's grip left him powerless to resist.

Upon reaching his bedroom, Audrey swung open the door and directed him towards his bed. With a brief instruction, she removed the covers, prompting him to climb in.

The act of being tucked in, an action typically reserved for young children, further emphasised his diminishing agency. Audrey managed a fleeting smile, the only semblance of human interaction she had given him in the past few minutes. Then, without a word, she turned off the light and departed, leaving him alone in the darkness.

Will remained motionless, his head pressing against the softness of the pillow, his eyes fixed upon the ceiling. Within him, a storm brewed, causing tears to well up and spill over, tracing paths of frustration and despair down his cheeks.

The weight of the daytime nappy change settled heavily upon him. The potential for Audrey to now assume his need for nappies during the day loomed ominously in his thoughts.

As sleep finally claimed him, Will's consciousness delved into the realm of dreams, quickly transforming into a nightmarish scenario.

Within this distorted reality, he found himself confined within the tight bars of a large crib, its imposing structure resembling a cage that held him captive. In this unsettling vision, he was dressed only in a soiled and wet nappy.

The air in the room grew thick with a disturbing mixture of laughter and cooing voices. As the source of these unsettling sounds became apparent, his Mum's voice pierced through the air, sternly proclaiming that it was time to change the baby.

Simultaneously, Tom and Phoebe materialised by the side of the crib, their faces twisted into mocking smiles. Their laughter reverberated, amplifying Will's sense of helplessness and shame. Tom's taunting voice cut through the air, questioning the baby's need for a dummy, while Phoebe joined in, their words like sharp barbs aimed at Will's wounded pride.

The dream persisted, tormenting Will further as Tom extended his hand, firmly pressing the dummy into his mouth. A peculiar mix of relief and shame washed over him as he instinctively suckled on the comforting silicone. The act provided a temporary respite, yet deepened his sense of powerlessness. The conflicting emotions of comfort and humiliation entangled him within an inescapable web.

"Just look at you, you are such a baby Will. You belong in the nursery with all the other babies who can't control themselves." Tom mockingly remarked.

Upon hearing Tom's humiliating comment, Will spat the dummy from his mouth and erupted into uncontrollable screams that filled the room.

Gasping for breath, Will abruptly awakened from his unsettling dream, his chest heaving with each pant.

His instinctive response led his hand to his mouth, where he confirmed that no dummy was present.

The weight of reality however soon crashed upon him, as he became aware of the tangible sensation of a wet nappy against his skin. The vividness of his dream intertwined with the physical evidence of his recent regression, intensifying his unease and discomfort upon awakening.

In the aftermath, as Will lay there, his mind grappled with the fragments of the dream and the unsettling implications they carried. The vivid scene played out in his thoughts like an indelible tableau, each detail etched into his memory - the echoes of laughter, the taunting gestures, and the overwhelming feelings of regression and humiliation that had permeated his subconscious.

Attempting to regain composure, Will tried to calm his racing thoughts, reminding himself that dreams were mere products of the imagination, manifestations of fears and anxieties. He reassured himself that the scenario depicted in his dream was absurd and detached from reality.

With a deep sigh, he settled back against the softness of the pillow, seeking solace in the hope that subsequent sleep would provide relief from the haunting images that had plagued him.

For the rest of the night, Will managed to find solace, allowing him to sleep peacefully until morning. Little did he know, however, that the lines between his dreams and reality were about to blur in ways far beyond his imagination.

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Timestamp: Sep 9, 2023 at 7:17 PM
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Chapter 23

The morning sun cast a soft glow through the curtains as Will slowly stirred awake. Blinking sleep from his eyes, he stretched his arms and yawned, the events of the previous evening still fresh in his mind.

It took him a moment to realise the familiar wet feeling in his crotch area. A faint dampness clung to him, and as he moved, a crinkling sound filled the air. He pulled the cover off to inspect the nappy. It was clear that he had soaked it.

He couldn't believe he had woken up wet. Audrey had changed him into a fresh nappy just before he went to bed and he had still not been able to make it through the night.

Baffled and frustrated, he murmured to himself, trying to make sense of the situation. As if on cue, Audrey entered the room, with a gentle slide on her face.

"Bonjour Will, avons-nous passé une nuit sèche?", as she inquired about the state of his nappy.

Feeling self-conscious about his current state and unclear of Audrey’s question, Will just timidly replied with a polite “Bonjour.”

He waited for his nappy to be checked, as had been part of his morning routine, knowing that Audrey was about to discover his soaked nappy.

He was very aware that waking up in a wet nappy after being changed by Audrey just before bed would do little to support his case to be allowed to wear his normal underwear again.

Feeling a mix of embarrassment and disgust at what he had done, Will waited as Audrey inspected his wet nappy and then looked back at him with an almost nonchalant expression.

He expected her to immediately whisk him away to take off the wet nappy, but to his surprise, she simply nodded and gestured for him to head downstairs for breakfast.

"Allez, Will, le petit-déjeuner nous attend," she said in a reassuring tone, as if his wet nappy was an ordinary occurrence.

Reluctantly following Audrey's orders, Will obediently descended the stairs, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with each step due to the bulky nappy that forced him to waddle.

He couldn't shake the self-conscious feeling of wearing a visibly wet nappy in front of the rest of the family.

Despite Guillaume, Louis, and Karim's non-judgmental nature, he still felt mortified by their presence, seeing him in this state.

Heading to the breakfast table, Will couldn't ignore the glances from Karim and Guillaume, who both glanced at his crotch. The obvious bulkiness of his nappy left little doubt about its condition.

Under the weight of their gazes, his embarrassment and self-consciousness heightened. While taking his seat, Will noticed Karim, who also had a wet nappy.

Seeing someone else in a similar situation provided a slight consolation, even if Karim was much younger.

While at the table, Louis appeared engrossed in his newspaper, seemingly undisturbed by the situation until Audrey interrupted him with visible exasperation. With a furrowed brow, she finally brought up the topic that had been on her mind all morning - Will's difficulties with staying dry.

Audrey began, voicing her concern, "Il s'est encore produit la nuit dernière, et je peux voir que cela le dérange. Je me demande si ce ne serait pas plus simple de le laisser porter des couches pendant son séjour chez nous. Ainsi, il pourra se détendre et profiter de son séjour au lieu de s'inquiéter des accidents."

Taking on his usual composed demeanour, Louis contemplated Audrey's suggestion of putting Will in nappies full time.

He knew it was a delicate matter to handle, especially since Will was no longer a young child but on the brink of adulthood.

"Audrey," Louis replied to his wife, before expressing his concern, "Je comprends ton point de vue, mais Will est adulte. Je sais que les couches aident à gérer le problème, mais aucun garçon de son âge ne voudrait les porter comme un bébé. Peut-être serait-il préférable de lui demander de les utiliser uniquement lorsqu'il en a vraiment besoin, comme la nuit ou lors de longs voyages."

Audrey nodded, acknowledging her husband's perspective. She knew he had a point, but she couldn't help but feel that having the security of a nappy might make Will feel more at ease. It would also take a weight off her mind too as she could stop worrying about him.

As the discussion continued, Guillaume and Karim listened with curiosity. Will caught snippets of his name being mentioned but remained mostly oblivious to the subject matter, having resigned himself to the fact that understanding what was said was out of his control.

After a brief deliberation, Audrey looked back at her husband, "Tu as raison, Louis. Je veux juste qu'il passe un bon séjour sans s'inquiéter. Il pourra les porter la nuit ou quand nous sortons et qu'il n'y a pas facilement accès aux toilettes. Nous surveillerons ensuite comment ça se passe le reste du temps. Je vais envoyer un email à Jacqui pour l'informer."

Louis smiled softly, recognizing Audrey's intentions to act in Will's best interests.

"Je pense que c'est la bonne décision," Louis said. "Voyons comment ça se passe - espérons que ça s'arrangera."

As Louis returned to reading his paper, silence settled in the room, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door.
Will's heart skipped a beat, and anxiety washed over him as he wondered who could be on the other side.

Audrey excused herself from the table to answer the knock, leaving Will to listen anxiously, praying they wouldn't come in and see him in his current state.

But to his horror, he recognized the voice at the door.

It was his teacher, Mr Thompson.

Will's face turned bright red, and he sank further into his chair, desperately hoping his teacher wouldn't notice how he was dressed. But as Mr Thompson entered the room, his eyes scanned the table and settled on Will, who felt as if he was shrinking under his gaze.

As Will contemplated the situation, he wondered if this encounter could somehow turn out to be a positive opportunity.
Maybe he could explain his predicament to his teacher and try to reason with Audrey to stop making him wear nappies like a baby.

Audrey and the rest of the family left the room, leaving Will alone with Mr Thompson, who seemed quite serious.

As he took a seat at the table alongside his student, Mr Thompson's expression softened, and he offered a sympathetic smile, gently greeting Will, "Hi Will, good to see you!"

Will mustered the courage to meet Mr Thompson's gaze and replied, "Hi, Sir."

Though now in sixth form, Will still referred to his male teachers as "Sir."

"Will, I am sure you know why I’m here. I heard from your mom about the issues you have been having, so I wanted to check in with you and your host family to see how we can best help you," Mr Thompson began, his voice gentle and understanding.

“I did have an accident, Sir, but honestly, it was a one-off. I don’t need to wear nappies. I’ve tried to tell them, but I don’t understand them, and they don’t understand me, so it’s impossible to communicate," Will explained.

“Perhaps you should have paid more attention in class, Will," Mr Thompson chuckled. "I’m only joking; I know French isn’t something that comes naturally to you. I've spoken with your mother, and she's very worried about you. She wanted to talk to you, but I suggested that we speak first, as talking to home might not help the situation."

Will was at a loss for words, feeling utterly left in the dark, as if conversations were happening behind his back, leaving him without any say in decisions that directly affected him.

After a brief pause, Mr Thompson carried on, “When she paid for the trip, we had a chat about your bedwetting because she was concerned that you might have a recurrence with all the stress and change. That's why the school chose this family for you. I don’t think it’s a secret that both Guillaume and Karim have had issues with bedwetting in the past."

Will's eyes widened in horror as he realised his Mum had spoken to his teacher about his private issues without telling him. Anger surged within him, wondering how many others knew about his bedwetting struggles and why she had kept it from him.

"I... I can't believe my mom told you," Will stammered, a mix of emotions coursing through him. "Why didn't she tell me? How many other people know about this?"

Mr Thompson sighed, his tone filled with empathy. "I know it’s a difficult situation for you, Will, and you might be upset with her, but she was trying to do the right thing. Only the teachers on this trip know, and it won’t go any further. We all realise that it’s something you don’t want others to know about so we’ll be very private about it."

Will's mind raced, attempting to process the information he had just received. He appreciated Mr Thompson’s support and empathy, yet the sense of exposure and embarrassment in front of his teacher lingered, refusing to fade away.

Mr Thompson continued, trying to reassure him, "I want you to know that Audrey and the boys are very accepting and understanding of your situation. As I told you earlier, both Karim and Guillaume have had trouble in the past, as do many children, so it’s not a big deal. You’re not the only one dealing with such issues."

The reference to other children facing the same issue felt patronising, given he was nearly an adult, not a child.

Mr Thompson’s voice took on a more reassuring tone. "Will, if it helps, you should know that you’re not the only student on this trip who has bedwetting issues. There are others going through similar experiences. You would be surprised how common it is.”

“Really? I’m sure there aren’t many people my age who are being made to wear nappies," Will said, a mix of surprise and scepticism in his reply.

“You might be surprised at how many people have issues, including some of your fellow students. Like you, they don’t want to broadcast it to the world."

Although Will suspected Mr Thompson was just trying to be kind, a glimmer of hope flickered within him, his heart lightening at the thought that he might not be alone. He desperately wanted to know who else his teacher was referring to, but he knew that there was no chance of finding out.

“So what’s going to happen Sir? Can you speak with Audrey and ask her to stop making me wear the nappies? I honestly don’t need them”, Will begged.

“I understand that Audrey has spoken with your Mum about it already but why don’t you wait here while I go and have a chat with her and find out what she thinks? Mr Thompson replied.

Will's face lit up with hope as his teacher left the room to talk with Audrey in the living room.

After what felt like an eternity, Mr Thompson returned to deliver the verdict. Will anxiously awaited his fate.

"So, I've had a conversation with Audrey, and her perspective is somewhat different from yours. I want to emphasize that Audrey cares about you and wants the best for your stay with the family," Mr Thompson explained.

Feeling uneasy about the direction of the conversation, Will gulped, concerned about what Mr Thompson would say
next.

“I am told that you have already had several accidents during your stay here. She told me that you wet yourself before bed, just after having been changed, and woke up wet again this morning. She also said that you had an accident in the car and at the theatre.”

Will was speechless as he listened to his teacher recount all of the events of the past few days.

“Audrey has spoken with your Mum and they both agree that it would be best if you wore some form of protection at night and when you’re out of the house. There’s no judgement from her or the boys. They just want the best for you and don’t want you getting embarrassed, if you have an accident or getting worried if you’re not able to make it to the toilet in time.”

Tears welled up in Will's eyes as he learned of his fate. His sadness was tinged with frustration, finding the idea of wearing nappies no less embarrassing. "Embarrassing accidents? It's incredibly embarrassing to be treated like a baby and made to wear nappies. Most of the times you mentioned were because I couldn't use the toilet. I tried to explain it to Audrey, but she didn't listen or understand and so I had no choice but to use the nappy. It’s so unfair," Will passionately defended himself.

“It’s clearly very difficult Will but I know that you struggle to hold on when you get the urge to go. If you’re finding it hard to communicate or you’re out and about and might not be able to find a toilet at short notice then wearing nappies as a backup might be sensible.”

Growing increasingly frustrated, Will retorted, "I don't need to wear nappies. I've only had one accident, and that was in the car because we were in a rush and I couldn't use the toilet before we left."

Mr Thompson replied, taking the opportunity to remind Will of the incident on the bus, explaining that he had intervened to prevent a potential accident, “What about the bus then Will? Because I knew about your situation from your Mum, I asked the driver to stop. If I hadn't then do you think you could have held on without having an accident? It’s not fun, I know, but consider this: would you rather have a wet nappy that no one knows about or wet pants in front of everyone?”

The pieces of the puzzle started to slowly fall into place. Will now realised why his teacher had been so understanding and stopped the bus. Will would never admit it but he knew his teacher was right; he would have probably wet his pants if the bus hadn't stopped.

Realising that he was losing the battle, and in a last-ditch effort, he pleaded with Mr Thompson, "Please, Sir, I don't want to wear nappies. Can you ask them to give me another chance? I promise I don’t need them"

Mr Thompson looked back at him with sympathy in our eyes before reiterating the decision once more.

“I am sure if you can prove you don’t need them then Audrey will reconsider but for now, she has agreed with your Mum what I’ve told you and it’s not for me to argue with them.”

As Mr Thompson prepared to leave and walk out of the door, he turned to Will and spoke with a mixture of concern and reassurance. "We’ll have to work out the best way to manage this when you’re back with the other students. We will do our best to keep it discreet.”

Alarmed at his teacher’s suggestion that he might have to wear them in front of his schoolmates and even worse, in front of Pheobe, Will replied anxiously.

"Sir, I can't possibly wear nappies when I'm back with everyone else. If they find out, it'll be unbearable. They’ll think I’m a total loser,"

“I am sorry Will but there’s nothing I can do. If you need them then you need them and we’ll just have to try and manage it the best we can and try and stop anyone finding out. There’s quite a few long trips in the next few weeks and I can’t keep stopping the bus so I’m afraid you might have to get used to the idea.”

As Mr Thompson's words sank in, Will felt his heart racing, and a sense of full panic engulfed him. Thoughts raced through his mind, and he couldn't shake the fear of wearing nappies in front of his peers. The weight of potential embarrassment and judgement consumed him, leaving him feeling helpless and overwhelmed.

"I have to go now as I need to visit another family, but stay strong – everything will be okay. I'm here if you need me," Mr Thompson said before heading to the living room to bid farewell.

As Will's desperate attempts to argue continued, Mr Thompson swiftly stood up, excusing himself from the room to bid farewell to the rest of the family before making his way to the front door.

With a surge of determination, Will quickly rose to his feet and rushed towards the closing door, hoping to make one final plea. However, his efforts were in vain, as the door slammed shut before he could utter a word.

Feeling a mix of frustration and resignation, Will turned around, and in that very moment, he felt a gentle pat on the back of his nappy.

Looking up, he met Audrey's compassionate gaze, her smile conveying both understanding and a hint of assurance. Without the need for words, she gently guided him upstairs, silently communicating that it was time for a nappy change.

The weight of the situation sank in as he followed her, with tears running down his face, knowing he had little choice but to accept his fate.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Sep 17, 2023 at 3:14 PM
Content: Thank you for your comments. I really welcome and enjoy receiving feedback.

Your observations are very fair ones and I’d like to try and respond (partly to justify the responses in my own head). It would be great to hear your thoughts back.

Firstly, I should say that I always strive to find ways to keep my stories and scenarios as realistic as possible but there is an element of imagination or fantasy required to be able to facilitate the outcomes that most readers enjoy.

Regarding Will's language skills, the early chapters hinted at his struggles with the language. He's a bright young man (as you'll discover in future chapters), but languages have always posed a challenge for him. Despite advice to the contrary, he chose to study French, and his progress was hindered, in part, by the Covid lockdown, which limited his opportunities for real-world practice. He was reluctant to participate in the exchange program, partly due to this language barrier, but his mother pushed him to go.

His host family was selected because of their experience with Karim and Guillaume's bedwetting issues. However, if Jacqui hadn't informed the school about her sons' nighttime problems, Will might have ended up with a different English-speaking family so he is partly a victim of circumstance.

Moving to the point around Will not being able to use the bathroom, you again raise a fair point but
because of her experiences with Karim and Guillaume and her general view on life, Audrey is remarkably accepting of incontinence and diaper use. Her laid-back approach to Will's issues means she doesn't emphasize the matter. She views it simply as a solution to his incontinence problem, aiming to normalize it for his comfort. In her view, it’s just like someone having a learning difficulty or a broken leg. She doesn’t get the fuss of why wearing a diaper is such a big deal. Although this perspective doesn't align with Will's feelings, she believes letting him wear diapers will help him feel at ease during his stay and avoid the embarrassment of any accidents so she is not motivated to help find a bathroom. Because Will is too shy to communicate his needs, she thinks Will is either unable to make it to the bathroom in time (and thus needs a nappy) or he is not bothered which is why he doesn’t say.

It’s also worth nothing that she was informed before he arrived that he had incontinence issues (which is why the school chose her family for Will). While his issues were communicated to her, she may have misinterpreted the severity of his issue and thus has made the (incorrect?) assumption that he had accidents/wore nappies more regularly at home than he actually did. In fairness to her, he had a partial accident on the bus journey over and then in the car to the theatre plus she was told he was a bedwetter so perhaps it’s not unreasonable for her to conclude that it was better for him to be nappied?

Your observation about communication is valid. Interestingly, I've just completed writing Chapters 26 and 27 for my Patrons, where it delves a little deeper into this topic. Looking back at Will's youth, he has always been reserved and found it challenging to express his needs. There were instances in the past when he had accidents due to his inability to communicate, even in English. In a way, the recent events align with his history. He did make some attempts to communicate with Audrey but eventually gave up because of straightforward and confident approach . Her assertive demeanour coupled with Will's shyness and submissive nature, has been a significant barrier to expressing his needs and means that he’s just accepted what he’s been told, which is again, consistent with his early life where Jacqui has taken charge of his life.

Any follow up comments very welcome as it helps shape the story which still has a long way to go!

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Sep 17, 2023 at 3:34 PM
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Chapter 24

After the emotionally charged conversation with Mr. Thompson, Will's heart felt heavy as he ascended the stairs, accompanied by Audrey's silent presence.

He had hoped that his teacher's intervention would lead to a different outcome, a reversal of the decision to make him wear nappies and a return to normality.

However, his hopes had been dashed, and he felt a sense of resignation that he would be remaining stuck in nappies for the rest of the trip. Worse still, he was terrified of the prospect of having to wear them in public, especially in front of his classmates.

Reaching his room, Audrey closed the door behind them, the soft click serving as a temporary barrier to the outside world. Will stood there, looking at the floor, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He could hear the soft rustle of fabric as Audrey approached him, her presence calm and reassuring.

"Will," Audrey's voice was gentle, "allons te changer, d'accord?"

He lifted his gaze to meet Audrey's, a mixture of apprehension and vulnerability reflected in his eyes. Audrey's gaze held his, her eyes revealing a blend of understanding and a touch of sympathy.

She extended her hand, her fingers brushing against the zipper of his sleeper. The soft sound of the zipper being drawn down seemed to underscore the weight of the situation. With a gentle yet purposeful motion, damp nappy that clung to him was exposed.

Will's breath caught in his throat as he felt the cool air of the room touched his skin, the contrast with the warmth of the nappy jarring and uncomfortable.

His heart raced, his body tensing as he braced himself for what was to come. The anticipation hung heavy in the air as Audrey's practiced hands moved to undo the tapes of the nappy, each one pulled away with a soft, deliberate sound.

As the nappy was peeled away from his body, the cold air sent a shiver down his spine, making him acutely aware of his nakedness. His skin tingled as the exposed areas adjusted to the change in temperature.

With a careful touch, Audrey began to cleanse his crotch and private parts, her movements thorough yet gentle. The sensation of the wet wipes against his skin was both familiar and unsettling.

His eyes closed involuntarily as his mind wandered to the implications of his situation. The prospect of wearing a nappy full time loomed before him, a constant reminder of his perceived inadequacy.

With the removal of the nappy, a fleeting moment of tension hung in the air as Will braced himself. Given the discussions he had had with Mr Thompson earlier, he had anticipated being promptly put into a fresh nappy. However, Audrey's next words surprised him and offered a glimmer of relief.

"Will, va prendre ta douche," Audrey instructed softly, her voice a mixture of reassurance and guidance.

The word 'douche' registered in his mind, and he nodded in response, feeling a mixture of emotions – gratitude for the reprieve from the nappy and a twinge of nervousness about what would happen afterwards. With a hesitant yet purposeful stride, he made his way to the shower.

The water felt warm as it cascaded down his body, the droplets soothing his skin and relaxing his tense muscles. As he stood under the spray, his thoughts began to wander.

The events of the day replayed in his mind like a relentless loop – the conversations, the discomfort of the nappy, the encounter with Mr Thompson, and the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment and resignation about his fate.

He couldn't shake how he felt about being treated like a child, a sentiment that mingled with the unease of not being able to effectively communicate his thoughts and emotions to his host family.

As the water washed away the soap and the tension from his body, Will found a brief moment of solace. The sound of the water, the steam filling the air, and the sensation of being clean offered a temporary respite from his worries. He allowed himself to linger in that moment, embracing the calmness that the shower provided.

He dried himself off and walked back into his room, where a small yet significant surprise awaited him. Laid out on the bed was a pair of underwear, neatly folded, the fabric a reassuring sight. Relief flooded over him as he realized that Audrey wasn't expecting him to wear another nappy.

He picked up the underwear and examined it for a moment, a mix of gratitude and satisfaction warming his chest. This small gesture represented a glimmer of hope. As he dressed himself in the underwear, he couldn't help but smile faintly, his spirits temporarily lifted.

Will walked down the stairs feeling like a "big boy" once more. The cotton underwear he wore provided a reassuring comfort, a small victory in a sea of recent uncertainties.

As the afternoon passed, Will was pleased when he asked to go and play tennis with Karim and Guillaume. Embracing the opportunity, he excitedly went and got changed before following them outside to the tennis court.

As they rallied back and forth, Will felt a strange feeling in his stomach that he couldn't put his finger on. It was sensation he hadn't often experienced. While he had had more than his share of bladder issues, his bowels had generally been reliable, by his own standards. So, he didn't give the subtle rumble much thought, dismissing it as a fleeting discomfort.

At the same time as his stomach rumbling, there was a growing need from his bladder to make it to the toilet. He knew that he should stop playing and run inside but he was having too much fun. In all of the excitement, he underestimated the strength of his need for the bathroom and overestimated the strength of his bladder, as he disregarded his body's signals and continued to play.

He ran, he lunged, and he chased the ball with an intensity that he hadn't felt in a while. The sun on his skin, the breeze in his hair – it was a taste of normalcy that he had been craving.

In the heat of the match with Karim and Guillaume, the discomforts were forgotten. Will felt alive, his feet agile, his focus sharp. An hour passed and immersed in the excitement of the match, Will was like a toddler lost in playtime, too caught up in the fun to remember his basic needs.

But soon all the water he had consumed during those drink breaks started to catch up with him. As he lunged for a volley, he felt his bladder give way unexpectedly and a sudden warmth spread through his shorts. He froze in shock as the dark patches expanded quickly, and a small puddle formed beneath him on the court.

Guillaume stopped mid-rally, his eyes widening as he stared at Will's shorts. Reality struck Will like a ton of bricks. Dropping his racquet, he bolted toward the gate, his face flushed with embarrassment and pee continuing to run down his legs.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Sep 18, 2023 at 12:08 AM
Content:

kerry said:

Another well-written chapter, B2B, but I really do not understand the oft-used trope of a person who, while having bladder (or bowel) problems that are dominating and diminishing his life, recognizes a need and then ignores it, leading to disaster. Why would a person like Will, given everything that has been happening to him, do this?

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Hi Kerry, thanks for your comments and glad to hear that you’re enjoying the story.

It’s a valid observation, I have always tried to make sure that my stories are realistic and the actions of the characters can be justified, even if they stretch the boundaries. However it’s a difficult balance to strike, if you also want to keep the story engaging as you inevitably have to exercise some discretion.

I posted some thoughts earlier on a related topic to explain my thinking on Will’s situation but in this particular scenario, I believe his actions can be justified for the following reasons:

1) Will was complacent as he rarely had issues with his bladder in the daytime. Therefore, he thought he could hold on but by the time he realised he was mistaken, it was too late.

2) Will has had an awful trip. This is one of the first times since arriving in France that he’s truly enjoyed himself so he’s got carried out and focused on the short term joy over his bodily needs. In effect, he’s acted a bit like a toddler who is too busy playing that they forget to go to the toilet and have an accident.

3) Will as a character is shy and low on confidence. When this is combined with the language barrier, the action to leave the game early (without being able to explain why) is actually harder for Will than it would be for most people. He wants to please people and to avoid confrontation so while irrational, he thinks that disappearing without an explanation could be seen as rude. This type of irrational behaviour is not uncommon - see this post for an example: https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/behaviour_ ... -to-toilet

So all in all, I believe there is some degree of justification about why Will didn’t go inside and use the bathroom when he needed it which would have been rational thing to do.

Would love to hear your thoughts though.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Oct 1, 2023 at 4:44 PM
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Chapter 25

Just as he was about to swing the gate open and make his escape inside, he heard Audrey's voice piercing through the air, calling for him and Karim.

"Will, Karim, à l'intérieur maintenant!"

Given the situation, hearing his name being called by Audrey was the worst possible sound. She was stood about 100 metres away and seemingly unaware of Will's accident, as she called him and Karim inside.

He exchanged a quick glance with Karim, their unspoken understanding clear – they were being summoned for a reason they both knew too well.

Will's heart sank, the brief escape back to normality shattered as he followed Karim back inside, with the wet pants only making the situation more desperate and embarrassing for the young boy.

Audrey had already made her way upstairs to wait for the boys. The walk back up the stairs felt heavy, a weight of apprehension settling in his chest. His shorts occasionally dripping on to the wooden stairs beneath him.

With a sheepish glance at Karim, Will headed to his bedroom, the same room where he had faced the fate of being changed several times by now but this felt different.

It was only 7pm and he had just wet himself in the daytime like a toddler who couldn't control himself. He lamented himself as there was no-one else to blame this time. The only person he could blame was himself. He was so engrossed in the tennis that he had totally ignored his need to pee.

Walking into the room, Audrey's eyes moved from Will's face to his shorts before she gave a disapproving shake of her head.

Will's face flushed a vivid red, and he cast his gaze downward, overwhelmed with embarrassment.

She put a towel on the floor and directed him to stand over it, in an attempt to avoid him ruining the carpet in Karim's room with the continuous flow of urine dripping from his accident.

He stood timidly by the side of Karim's bed, watching as Audrey changed her son into a nappy. Will was confused why Karim was being changed into a nappy so early tonight. Audrey normally changed them much later.

The air was filled with the warm, comforting scent of baby powder and clean linen. Will glanced over at Karim, whose eyes twinkled with a carefree innocence that seemed unaffected by the world around him, in contrast to the panic that engulfed Will at this particular point in time.

Audrey's hands moved with the practiced grace of years, buttoning up Karim's shirt and tying his shoelaces into neat little bows. It was as if time had decided to hold its breath, allowing Audrey these tender moments with her son, who appeared entirely content to let his mother take charge.

Despite it not being the first time that he had watched Karim get changed by his Mum, he found the whole situation strange. At his age, most kids would have insisted on dressing themselves, asserting their independence with all the fervor of youthful rebellion.

But not Karim. He seemed to find comfort in these simple routines, as if the act of being cared for was a love language spoken quietly between him and his mother.

As Audrey smoothed down the collar of Karim's shirt and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, Will couldn't help but wonder what lay behind this intimate ritual. Was it a symbol of unspoken bonds, a nurturing spirit, or simply a habit that neither had outgrown?

Will certainly didn't want to be treated like a baby in the way that Karim seemed to like. He was old enough to dress himself even if he had now accepted that any nappy changes would be handled by Audrey.

For the first time, part of him was desperate to climb onto the changing table so that he could be cleaned up. While he didn't necessarily want to be put in a nappy, this latest accident had reminded him of the value of wearing protection.

His shook his head as he reasoned with his own thoughts. He couldn't believe that he had fallen so far that he was starting to want to be put into a nappy. What had happened to him?

Audrey turned her attention to Will. "À ton tour," she said softly. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions—comfort at her maternal care, yet a touch of embarrassment as his wet "big boy" clothes were pulled down and exchanged for a nappy after Audrey had completed the clean-up operation using an abundance of wet wipes.

As Audrey skillfully fastened the nappy around him, Will's eyes drifted to the pair of Karim’s "big boy" underwear neatly folded on the bedside table.

A sigh escaped his lips at the thought of his short-lived independence. It was as if the underwear were a symbol of a freedom temporarily relinquished, a reminder of what could have been but wasn't—at least for now.

While contemplating this, he noticed that Audrey had already laid out his clothes for the evening—smart attire, with a crisp button-down shirt and chino style trousers. They must have been Guillaume's as he didn't recognise them.

He couldn't believe that she had picked out clothes for him. She was now treating like Karim. It was if she thought he was not grown up enough to choose what he wore.

Audrey couldn’t have known about his accident when she came outside and even if she did, it did not explain why Karim had been put into a nappy earlier.

As he looked closer at the outfit and then over at Karim, he started to put the pieces of the jigsaw together. They must be going out somewhere which is why he and Karim had been put into their nappies early. Audrey clearly didn't want to risk either of them having an accident in public again.

Having finished changing him into a nappy, Audrey picked Will up by the shoulders and turned him around so that he was now sitting over the front of the changing table, his legs dangling over the edge as they didn't touch the floor.

She picked up a pair of smart chino trousers next to Will. "Lève tes pieds," she instructed. As he complied, she slid the trousers over the nappy, pulling them up to his waist, after briefing lifting his bottom so that she can secure them around his waist.

Will felt the fabric strain around his crotch, the material taut over the bulk of the nappy. The trousers fit, but barely, and the nappy was unmistakably outlined against the fabric.

Next, she picked up a crisp white shirt and signalled for Will to put his arms in the air. She then pulled his arms through the holes and began buttoning it up. The shirt felt somewhat soft against his skin, and loosely fit around his chest, in contrast to the uncomfortable tightness below. "Reste assis un moment," she said, reaching for a pair of socks. Will again complied, feeling like a life-sized doll as Audrey put the socks on his feet.

"Debout," she ordered. Will obliged, standing there in a state of abject vulnerability. Audrey took a leather belt and cinched it around his waist, tightening his trousers and making the bulge in his crotch even more visible. The final touch took Will by surprise—a bow tie, which Audrey deftly fastened around his collar.

With the bow tie fastened neatly around his collar, Will presented a captivating blend of contrasts. The bow tie lent him an air of old-world sophistication, as if he were a miniature adult attending a formal soiree. Yet, juxtaposed against his youthful features and the undeniable bulk of his nappy peeking through his trousers, the bow tie also accentuated his childlike qualities, making him look like a large but cute overdressed toddler.

It was as though the bow tie was a sartorial bridge between two worlds, straddling the line between childhood innocence and adult refinement. In this moment, Will managed to embody both—looking simultaneously like a dapper gentleman and a cherubic toddler, leaving anyone who caught a glimpse of him charmed and a little perplexed by the delightful paradox he presented.

As he looked down to inspect his attire further, something else caught his eye. The trousers had poppers in the crotch area, a feature clearly designed to facilitate changing his nappy more easily. He felt like a toddler, utterly infantilised.

"Viens," Audrey directed, her voice gentle but authoritative. She led him towards the stairs, with Will following close behind like a puppy behind its owner.

Though Will couldn't thwart the initial release, he had mustered enough control to partially halt the resulting stream of urine. This partial victory showed that he still possessed some mastery over his bladder functions, a slight silver lining in an otherwise terrible situation.

However, the drawback of this small victory was that he hadn't completely emptied his bladder, and the nagging need to relieve himself had come roaring back, making it abundantly clear that he'd soon have no choice but to wet the diaper he was wearing.

He had no idea where they were going, but already, a sense of dread was settling in, punctuated by the increasingly uncomfortable sensation in his lower abdomen.

Stepping out the door and making his way to the car, Will was struck with the realization that he had a big problem. His bladder wasn't the only thing demanding relief.

A sudden stomach cramp indicated a mounting pressure in his bowels. Given that his faith in his ability to control his bodily functions had already been shaken, he couldn't help but worry that he might end up with more than just a wet diaper before the night was through.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Oct 29, 2023 at 7:52 PM
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Chapter 26

The car moved smoothly along the city roads, its interior animated by the subdued chatter and sporadic laughter of Audrey and Louis.

Will sat in the backseat, nervously tapping his foot on the floor mat. The pressure in his lower abdomen was escalating, each minute amplifying his urge to pee and deal with another, even more pressing bodily need. His mind raced with worry; could he hold on until they reached the restaurant, and even if he did, then what?

As the car pulled up to the restaurant's elegant entrance, Will took a deep breath to steel himself. He felt trapped by his own body's needs, already on edge before the evening had even truly begun.

The restaurant was aglow with warm lighting as the family stepped inside, their arrival accompanied by the gentle hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses. Will's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and anxiety as he entered, keenly aware of the nappy securely wrapped around him. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes quickly scanning the room to gauge the reactions of the other guests.

As he walked further into the restaurant, he offered polite nods and smiles, his nervousness hiding behind a facade of congeniality. His eyes met those of the other diners, and he couldn't shake the feeling that they were all looking at him, judging him, scrutinizing his every move.

Finally reaching their reserved table, he took a deep breath and slipped into his seat, the soft cushion offering a small semblance of comfort. The restaurant's ambiance was both inviting and intimidating, the elegant decor and refined atmosphere a stark contrast to the casual nature of their own home. Will felt like an imposter, out of place amidst the sophisticated surroundings.

As he sat down, his need to use the bathroom intensified. Will felt like a man on trial. The pressure in his lower abdomen was his personal prosecutor, building a relentless case against him. The sentence? A soiled nappy and public humiliation.

He fidgeted in his seat, mentally juggling the need to semi-focus on the conversation he barely understood, and the urge to disregard his escalating discomfort.

Conversation flowed around the table as the family exchanged pleasantries with the other guests. There was 16 spots at the table, many of which remained empty, hinting that there were more people to arrive. There was also a highchair setup, indicating that one of the families would be bringing a baby.

Will contributed to the conversation when necessary and to the limited extent that he could, but his mind preoccupied with the battle he was waging within himself.

The need to pee and the urgency of another bodily function were both relentless, demanding his attention and making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

He squirmed in his seat, his face flushing as he fought to suppress his needs. He couldn't believe that he was in such a situation – surrounded by these smart people who he didn't know, trapped in a nappy, and struggling to maintain control over his own body. The irony was not lost on him, that in this elegant setting, he was dealing with something so basic and primal.

As the minutes ticked by, his resolve began to waver. He glanced around the table, hoping that no one could sense his internal struggle.

His efforts to maintain composure were reaching a breaking point. With a mix of resignation and desperation, and in the hope that it would relieve the pressure coming from his bowels, he subtly shifted his weight and allowed urine to escape into his nappy.

The damp feeling in his groin area was a stark reminder that he couldn't use the toilet like other boys his age; he was now relegated to using a nappy like a baby.

For a brief instant, Will relished the partial relief as his bladder emptied enough to restore a semblance of comfort, though not completely.

However, the need to defecate still loomed large, an insistent discomfort he couldn't ignore. Caught in a mental tug-of-war, Will grappled with the shame of his predicament and the practicality of addressing his remaining physical discomfort.

Then, as if scripted by some malevolent playwright, a sudden disruption shook his world. Just moments after he has given in to the need to wet his diaper, the restaurant doors burst open. A wave of air entered, and Will's eyes widened in disbelief when he saw who had entered — it was Phoebe, arriving with her host family.

Time seemed to slow as their eyes met. Phoebe's expression was a mixture of surprise and recognition, and Will's heart sank as their gazes locked. He felt like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in the realization that she was again witnessing him at his most vulnerable.

A soothing jazz tune flowed through the speakers, but the sweet notes couldn't chase away the turbulent symphony that roared inside him. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds under the candlelight, a vision that seemed to eclipse the elegance around her. He wanted to be the man of her dreams, but how could he when his own reality felt more like a nightmare?

Will felt torn. The empty seat beside him seemed to beckon for Phoebe to sit, something he deeply wished for. Yet, the idea of conversing with her, let alone revealing his recent regression to wearing nappies, filled him with dread.

While Phoebe's host family and Will's family engaged in polite conversation, Will fought to keep his poise. He was painfully conscious of his wet nappy, its weight feeling more pronounced than before. Fidgeting in his seat, he tried to find a position that would lessen his discomfort, all the while striving to conceal the noticeable swelling in his lower region.

As the conversation continued, Phoebe's warm smile and acknowledging nod offered Will scant relief from his self-consciousness. He mustered a tense smile back, a feeble effort to seem composed during the awkward moment.

As Phoebe engaged effortlessly in a spirited conversation, seamlessly transitioning between French sentences, her fluency only highlighted Will's linguistic inadequacies. Restricted to rudimentary phrases and sat wearing a wet nappy like a toddler, he increasingly felt vulnerable and worthless.

While Phoebe was clearly engrossed in the animated dialogue around her, Audrey's attention began to shift. Casting a glance in Will's direction, she caught sight of his anxious expression. Realizing something was amiss, she disengaged from the ongoing conversation. With a look of determination, she started maneuvering her way toward him.

As Will caught sight of Audrey making her way toward him, a gasp escaped his lips. His heart began to race; he knew that her approach could only make a bad situation worse. With the clean nappy he'd been put into less than an hour ago now wet, the prospect of her uncovering this fact filled him with dread.

Audrey first made a beeline for Karim, leaning in close to whisper something confidential in his ear. A hushed exchange followed, with Karim's head briefly shaking in the negative. Whatever Audrey had suggested, Karim had been clear to confirm 'no' to his mother. Unperturbed, Audrey resumed her mission, closing in on Will like a hawk closing in on its prey.

As she neared Will, the tension in his chest tightened. His heart pounded against his ribs, a frantic rhythm accompanying his growing embarrassment. Phoebe, still engrossed in her conversation with Louis, couldn't help but steal a glimpse of the unfolding drama but quickly redirected her attention to her companion.

Audrey's next actions showed a complete disregard for preserving Will's dignity. She signalled for Will to stand up and then with a casualness that sent shivers down his spine, she tugged down the front of his bottoms, exposing his nappy in full view of everyone in the restaurant. It was as if she had pulled back a curtain, revealing his most vulnerable secret to the world.

Audrey's fingers pressed against the front of his nappy, confirming its undeniable wetness. The sensation was mortifying, as if she were proclaiming his lack of control to the entire restaurant. She didn't stop there, though. Her hand ventured further, pressing against the seat of the nappy as if searching for something more. Will's mind raced with disbelief and humiliation.

Around the table, the faces of the guests told a story of their own. Some wore amused smiles, finding entertainment in the unexpected turn of events. Others displayed visible signs of revulsion, their expressions making it clear that they found Will's predicament repulsive. Meanwhile, a few children, perhaps too young to fully comprehend the situation, burst into laughter, seeing a grown-up in such a childlike state. Will, caught in the spotlight of Audrey's scrutiny and the reactions of those around him, felt smaller than ever.

Will found himself grappling with a growing sense of bewilderment. "Couldn't she have approached this situation with more tact?" he mused silently, his face aflame with an acute embarrassment that seemed to deepen with each passing moment. Audrey's actions weren't merely an acknowledgment of a potentially wet nappy; they insinuated a deeper concern— a suspicion of a soiled one. This left Will in an unsettling state of self-doubt.

He also couldn't shake the nagging question: why had Audrey chosen to scrutinize him in such a public manner? He meticulously revisited the evening, trying to pinpoint any subtle signs or cues he might have unwittingly given off. Until now, there had been no reason to suspect anything beyond a wet nappy. The thought that Audrey might regard him as incapable of managing even basic bodily functions felt like an indelible stain on his pride.

Will was however starkly aware that, unless he gained access to a toilet soon, he might well have to confront the discomfiting reality of a messy nappy. Without uttering a word, Audrey took Will's hand and led him toward her seat. Her actions and handling of the situation had only fueled his anxiety about the precarious state of his control, now leaving him with a gnawing uncertainty that persisted throughout his walk of shame.

Approaching her own seat, Audrey extended her hand towards a nearby changing bag. Her actions were deliberate and unapologetic. She unzipped the bag and began to pull out various items, one by one, with no regard for Will's dignity or privacy. Each item was displayed prominently for all to see.

First, she extracted a fresh nappy, holding it up as if showcasing it to the entire restaurant. Its unmistakable crinkly texture and unmistakably infantile appearance left little room for interpretation regarding its intended purpose. The disposable bag followed, a clear indicator of the intention to dispose of the soiled nappy.

Next came a package of wipes, their baby powder scent wafting through the air as she unfurled them with an almost exaggerated slowness. She let the wipes dangle from her fingers for a moment, emphasizing their presence.

Finally, she revealed a small bottle of baby powder. With a theatrical flourish, she held it high, the fine white powder visible to all.

It was as though Audrey had a deliberate intention to broadcast to the world that she was about to embark on the task of changing Will's nappy, with an apparent disregard for anyone who might bear witness.

The motive behind her brazen behaviour remained unclear —either she genuinely considered this act entirely ordinary, treating Will as if he were just like any other young child requiring a nappy change, or perhaps she aimed to emphasize the normalization of his situation, regardless of the stares and hushed murmurs that filled the room. Or, could it be that Audrey derived a certain satisfaction from humiliating Will and treating him like a baby?

Audrey led Will down the room, her steps purposeful, each movement calculated to draw maximum attention. The babyish items she carried were on full display, leaving no doubt as to their destination.

The onlookers couldn't help but gawk at the spectacle – a young man being led away with all the accouterments of a nappy change laid bare for all to witness. Laughter and amusement rippled through the room as Will walked alongside Audrey, who appeared unfazed by the circumstances, while Will, head bowed, felt the weight of humiliation and vulnerability pressing upon him.

As Will embarked on the final leg of his walk of humiliation, even the waitstaff, previously bustling with drink orders and food service, came to a sudden standstill, struck by the astonishing sight unfolding before them. It was as though the entire restaurant had collectively paused to witness this unexpected spectacle of Will's journey to have his nappy changed.

Phoebe, having witnessed the entire ordeal, felt a mix of shock and, surprisingly, a hint of intrigue. The scene she had just observed was unsettling, yet oddly compelling in a way she couldn't quite understand.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Oct 29, 2023 at 11:44 PM
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babycakes said:

Audrey's character seems wildly inconsistent with what seemed to be established in the first 25 chapters. Even as late as chapter 25, Audrey exhibited a sense of warmth and concern despite her overbearing mothering of both Karim and Will. However, all this changes in this most recent chapter where she goes out of her way to create a public spectacle of Will.

Hardly the matronly concern that Audrey displayed to Will's mother or to Will prior to this theatrical event. The transition may be necessary for the story yet to unfold but her callous disregard for Will's feelings now begin to take on the clichéd narrative of overbearing female caregiver abusing the implausibly submissive male teen who behaves as the ultimate invertebrate. All that's left is a public paddling on Will's bare bottom. Understanding the effort put into a story of this scope, hope this tale doesn't take a nosedive into such a time-worn plot. Nonetheless, just the writer's 2¢.

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Thank you for your feedback. Audrey has consistently treated Will’s issue in a very matter of fact way. She’s not deliberately trying to embarrass him but she is not as always as thoughtful as she could be. As far as she is concerned, Will has an issue and the nappy is just a way to deal with it.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Oct 30, 2023 at 11:51 PM
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kerry said:

"Audrey has consistently treated Will’s issue in a very matter of fact way. She’s not deliberately trying to embarrass him but she is not as always as thoughtful as she could be. As far as she is concerned, Will has an issue and the nappy is just a way to deal with it."

That is not really true. In each of the previous two chapters we have seen her being compassionate and considerate of his feelings.

Audrey has spoken with your Mum and they both agree that it would be best if you wore some form of protection at night and when you’re out of the house. There’s no judgement from her or the boys. They just want the best for you and don’t want you getting embarrassed, if you have an accident or getting worried if you’re not able to make it to the toilet in time.”

and

Looking up, he met Audrey's compassionate gaze, her smile conveying both understanding and a hint of assurance.

Babycakes' comment is indeed correct. There has never before been any indication of this level of meanness (or, if I accept what you argued, cluelessness) in her character or her treatment of Will. And then there is another element that comes into play on this site: until now, she has clearly been helping him with a problem, but if she starts to place him in position to be ridiculed, you're coming up against ADISC's rule against shaming of minors with diapers or babying. And you have made it very clear that pretty much everyone in that restaurant has been made aware of the situation, so there is little doubt that the intent—unless Audrey has suddenly lost about 30 IQ points—is to humiliate him.

Please take another look at this latest chapter of what has, until now, been a solid story. I don't know why you went in this direction, but I am hoping that you will reverse that call upon further review. (Sorry for the sports phrasing.)

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Hi Kerry, thank you for the feedback which I appreciate. In hindsight, and having read it again, I agree that the writing could have been better.

While I stand by the view that Audrey has always been very matter of fact about Will’s accidents (going back to the way that she took him to the baby changing room after he wet himself in the car or her treatment of him while he was wearing a nappy at the theatre), I also acknowledge that she has generally been compassionate and the decision to publicly check Will’s nappy does seem a bit of out of character.

I pride myself on writing stories to a high standard but writing three at once and having a full-time job/busy family life does make it difficult to always find the time and energy to maintain the writing to the level that I would like to. I have already written and released the next two chapters on my Patreon but I’ll note your comments for any future chapters so thank you for sharing your thoughts

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Oct 30, 2023 at 11:54 PM
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kerry said:

I missed this. I thought that, because he is still in secondary school, he's likely to be 17. So the story therefore does not rub up against the rules; my bad. Still, the comments that we made are worth B2B's consideration.

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Thanks Kerry and Babycakes. It’s absolutely paramount to me that I don’t write anything that is contrary to any laws or rules which is why all of my characters are over 16 and avoid any form of sexual content. If you ever think my writing breaches any regulations then please do let me know as that is certainly not the intention and I would remove it immediately.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Nov 1, 2023 at 9:53 AM
Content:

kerry said:

It's an excellent story, B2B, despite my qualms.

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Thank you, I do appreciate the feedback though. As I said in my previous post, I’ve written and released the next chapter already on my Patreon but I’ll bear in mind your comments in future writing.

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Author: BacktoBabyhood
Timestamp: Dec 10, 2023 at 5:12 PM
Content: Chapter 27

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As Audrey led Will towards the entrance of the ladies' bathroom, an uncomfortable tension loomed palpably.

Will stood at the threshold hesitantly, aware of the unfamiliar territory he was about to traverse and increasingly concerned at the pressure building in his bowels.

His apprehensive gaze darted around, scanning for any disapproving glances from others who might question a boy his age entering a space typically reserved for females or for very young children accompanied by their mothers.

As Audrey opened the door and signalled for Will to enter, his fear was realised when a French woman emerged from one of the stalls, her expression one of bewilderment mixed with a hint of disdain. It was evident that she couldn't quite fathom why a boy of his age was venturing into the women's bathroom.

However, her curiosity quickly transformed into understanding as her gaze shifted to the nappy firmly held in Audrey's hand.

An unspoken understanding passed between them, acknowledging that, in this unique circumstance, societal norms had been ignored as the lady recognised Will's urgent need for a nappy change.

To his surprise, the French lady gave him a sympathetic smile as she left the bathroom. He knew that the unmistakable necessity of his current situation would lead most people to assume he had special needs.

To him, that assumption was preferable, as the alternative explanation – that he was a normal teenager who had been put back into nappies because he couldn't keep his pants dry– was far more embarrassing to contemplate.

Within the confined space of the ladies' bathroom, Will's anxiety grew as he stood there, waiting for Audrey to find a suitable spot to change him.

He knew he had to seize this chance to ask Audrey if he could use the toilet, given the mounting discomfort in his stomach.

Time was running out and while it might have seemed a simple and very normal request for most people, summoning the bravery to speak up was difficult for Will.

Audrey released an exasperated sigh. By now, she was more than accustomed to changing Will’s nappies but she seemed perplexed about the current situation as she looked for somewhere to change the teenage boy.

The wall-mounted changing table was clearly intended for infants, and it was evident that a boy of Will's size wouldn't fit.

The cubicles were too small, and the restaurant lacked a specific baby changing room.

She contemplated returning to the car for the task but after a short pause, she decided against the inconvenience of having to move the car seats and head back outside.

With no other option available, she placed the changing mat on the floor and signalled for Will to lie down. The thin material provided minimal comfort against the cool tiles beneath. He hesitated for a moment, glancing at the open door, his heart pounding in his chest.

He felt exposed and vulnerable, acutely aware of the fact that anyone could walk in at any moment and witness this humiliating spectacle.

Suppressing his discomfort as best he could, he reluctantly complied, lowering himself onto the mat. He lay there, the cold sensation seeping through his shirt.

Audrey crouched down beside him, her hands deftly unbuttoning his trousers and tugging them down, revealing the soaked nappy clinging to his skin.

Will closed his eyes, trying to shut out the reality of the situation as she worked to remove the wet padding. The sensation of the nappy being peeled away was both uncomfortable and unnerving, his skin exposed to the cold air, only adding to his discomfort.

His heart raced as he lay there, unclothed from the waist down, the mat offering scant protection from the harsh tiles.

He felt like a spectacle, a helpless participant in a scene that was beyond his control. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his body tense with a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort.

In this deeply humbling situation, being changed in a women's restroom, open to any passerby, he found himself longing for the comfort and privacy of the changing table mat in Guillaume's room. It was, at the very least, a warmer and more secluded space.

Suddenly, a blaring ringtone echoed from Audrey's phone. She picked up and started conversing in an animated manner, granting Will a fleeting yet precious opportunity for contemplation.

Will was preoccupied by the compelling urgency to tell Audrey about his need to use the toilet for a number two before she completed the task of putting on a new nappy. Or even worse, before he had an accident while waiting for the fresh nappy to be secured in place.

Even at this point, he was having to fight hard to avoid messing himself as the need to relieve himself was intensifying by the second.

As Will considered his next step, he found himself reflecting on how Audrey had just dealt with the situation and her treatment of him in general.

Would she have applied the same humiliating approach with Karim, or was this level of public embarrassment reserved for Will only? Why was so open and blasé about his nappies? Did she actually want him to use the toilet? Did she understand his need for privacy and the embarrassment she was causing him? Why had his Mum allowed Audrey to do this to him?

These thoughts swirled through Will's mind. Audrey appeared entirely at ease with the current situation, with Will in his nappy, undergoing changes as though it were completely ordinary for a boy his age.

She seemed to regard his incontinence as a minor issue, taking a matter-of-fact stance that both provided a sense of comfort and, at the same time, left Will feeling a sense of frustration.

He couldn't help but wonder whether her approach to handling the situation was born out of necessity due to language barriers and their difficulty in effective communication, or if there were deeper motives at play.

Audrey had forsaken verbal inquiries in favour of taking direct action for the sake of efficiency and avoiding awkward verbal exchanges. However, this approach came at the cost of his dignity, casting him into the uncomfortable role of an infant with no say in the matter.

To some extent, Will recognized the rationale behind her actions, given the significant challenge posed by their language barrier, which severely hindered their ability to communicate.

Yet, a part of him believed that Audrey could have put in more effort to establish a means of communication between them.

He acknowledged his own role in this, realising that if he were less reserved and more assertive in expressing his needs, he might not find himself in this predicament. But, an unsettling feeling persisted that Audrey might be subjecting him to unnecessary humiliation, perhaps deriving an odd satisfaction from his situation.

Still, deep down, he believed that Audrey's actions weren't driven by the intent to demean him and that it was more likely that she didn't fully grasp the extent of his discomfort and how her actions made him feel.

He desperately wanted to get the words out of his mouth but something held him back, no matter how much he tried. He just couldn’t get the words out of his mouth….

It went beyond mere language differences. Will's difficulties in asking to use the bathroom dated back to his school days when he had multiple accidents due to his reluctance to ask permission to go to the toilet.

He didn't know why. Perhaps it was the shame of telling someone such personal matters, or perhaps it was rooted in his inherent shyness and anxiety? Or maybe it was his personality and upbringing?

Will inherently had a submissive nature, especially towards motherly figures. He was the quintessential "mummy's boy," seldom standing up for himself or voicing his needs. His upbringing conditioned him to do what he was told and not challenge.

The silent battle inside Will's head continued. What would he say to Audrey? Which toilet could be use? It would be strange for him to use the ladies cubicles at his age and he didn't have any underwear so what would he wear, if Audrey allowed him to go to the men's bathroom? Should he just make a run for the cubicle now and deal with the consequences later? All of these questions swirled incessantly in Will's head as he tried to work out what to do, knowing that time was fast running out.

Audrey abruptly ended her call and returned to the task at hand. As she went to reach for the fresh nappy, Will finally summoned the courage to sit up and convey his need. He had no idea how to say what he wanted in French so he decided just to say toilet in the hope she would understand him.

"Audrey, toilette," Will faltered, yearning for Audrey to grasp the urgency in his plea.

Acknowledging that Audrey was unclear about his need, Will decided to resort to using English in the hope she'd understand.

"Audrey... I need.... to use... the toilet." He said nervously, stuttering between words while also trying to speak slowly to maximise the chances of Audrey understanding his request.

Audrey's inscrutable gaze remained unchanged. Will's anxiety deepened, and he took a desperate measure to communicate his urgency. He shifted from the changing position where he had been laid, rolled onto his stomach, and began emphatically pointing at his backside, hoping this gesture would convey the pressing need to relieve himself.

However, Audrey's response did not align with the answer Will was hoping for, as she merely returned him to the position he had been in and continued with the nappy change.

It was like a game of very bad game of charades - how could Will convey what he needed, if Audrey wasn’t interested in figuring out what he was trying to tell her?

Then he had an idea, he would stand up and run into the cubicle and use the toilet.

It would be far more embarrassing, if he pooed himself in public rather than deal with the consequences of upsetting Audrey.

This newfound determination marked a departure from his typical submissive and reserved demeanour. In that critical moment,

Will was driven by a resolute inner resolve to assert himself, acutely aware of the dire consequences that could befall him if he failed to prevent himself from soiling the nappy.

Just as he was about to execute his plan, he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps and then the opening of the bathroom door.

His eyes, wide and fixed, met a gaze that held him captive as he realised who now stood before him...