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Diaper Days Players Bobby; Jeff; Bobby's mother Helen; Jeff's mother Rose; Bobby and Jeff's friend Jennifer; Ms. Anderson, Jennifer's mother. Synopsis Helen was beside herself. It was guilt mostly. Guilt that she would have to leave her son alone, at home, sick. More importantly she felt bad for his embarrassment over wetting his bed. Poor thing, she thought. He hadn't wet his bed since he was a toddler. He didn't have a fever, but he said his stomach was upset. Could be a virus that was going around she mused. Story There was always a virus going around. Helen worried over that virus, if it was a virus, as she picked up the phone. She was running late already and wanted to give her secretary a heads up that she'd be in soon. Helen paused for that second it took to get a dial tone before punching in the two digit code to speed dial the number for her office. Helen's finger hovered over the numbers just as she heard Bobby's voice. Odd she thought hearing Bobby's voice and in a much chipper tone than he'd used on her as he said, "Hey!" Helen listened intently, silently, curiously when she heard Jeff's voice asking, "so, did it work?" "Like a charm! Man you would have thought I'd spilled my guts on the bed. She was shocked then she got all motherly like she didn't want me to feel bad that I'd wet. It was so amazing. You were right," Bobby said. "Told you it would work! Mom made me stay home again today. Listen, I figure we can maybe even stretch this to the weekend. Anyway, is your mom gone yet? I've got the web address for that game chat room and, get this, the guy that wrote Tombs is going to be answering questions real time at nine this morning! Did you get my email?" Jeff asked excitedly. "Got it. This is so cool! Mom's making her lunch right now. I figure she'll be gone in another five, maybe ten at the most. Soon as she leaves I'll log on. Man is this wild or what?" Bobby asked. "Best day of my life. OK, I'm going on-line right after I hang up. Moms already gone. You got the chat room address, so I'll meet you in there with the Tombs author," Jeff said and then laughed as he added, "I'm logging on as homealone1, you come on as homealone2." "Right on," Bobby said hanging up the phone happily. Helen's heart was racing! She was furious! Helen, in her fury paused a second more before hanging up the phone she held so she didn't risk bobby hearing the click. A moment later she picked up her cell phone punching in her two digit code for the office. She told Susan, her secretary she'd be in later that day. A family emergency was going to keep her home for the morning she told Susan. Nothing serious but she wouldn't be in till much later. She thanked Susan for her concern, hung up and walked to the hallway. Helen took a breath to calm herself just before she hollered, "Bobby, honey, I'm leaving now. I'll call you in a couple of hours. Are you sure you're going to be OK by yourself?" "It's OK mom. Really. I'm just going to stay in bed," Bobby said letting his voice sound strained again. He smiled. Helen smiled as well. Bobby didn't see his mother's smile as she said, "I'll call you from the office. If you need me before then use my cell number." "OK mom," Bobby said as he stood looking out the window. Helen's smile twisted a little, and she had a plan. All Helen needed to do now was get a hold of Jeff's mother Rose. She drove to the end of the block, turned the corner and parked the car, leaving the engine running before reaching for her cell phone once more. She dialed Rose's number. "Rose! Hi, it's Helen," Helen said. "Hi Helen! How are you?" Rose asked. "I'm fine! Listen, We've got to meet for a bit. It's about our boys," Helen noted. "Our boys? Sure, but Jeff is sick," Rose said. "Actually, I know that. As it happens, so is Bobby. Listen, I don't mean to pry, but did Jeff wet his bed last night?" Helen asked. "Why yes, yes he did," Rose said hesitating slightly, and added in a slightly different tone, "But how did you know that?" "Did he wet his bed the night before?" Helen asked. "Yes? Come on, Helen how can you know that," Rose asked. Jeff had made her swear never to tell another living sole that he'd wet his bed. He was almost inconsolable so she promised. Evidently that didn't bother him that badly if he told Bobby. "Well, it might interest you to know that Bobby also wet his bed last night," Helen said. "You're kidding? Good heavens, do you think it's something infectious?" Rose asked. "Actually no. In fact, Rose, I've just discovered we're being had," Helen said. "What?" Rose said in a shocked voice and added, "Had? How? Why?" "I'll explain how I know that over coffee if you've got time," Helen said. "I'll meet you at Cindy's, love her Coffee Cake," Rose asked and added, "And I'll make the time." "Cindy's works for me. I'm getting on the Parkway right now. I should be there in five minutes, grab a table and put two sugars in my coffee. Oh, and lets split that coffee cake. I don't dare eat a whole one," Helen said closing her cell phone before easing back into traffic. Helen met Rose at the coffee shop and took the extra plate with half the coffee cake Rose had picked up with the two cups of coffee. Rose was curious on how she knew that Jeff wet his bed night before last and last night. Helen leaned in so she could whisper and said, "Your son Jeff wet his bed on purpose. My son Bobby wet his bed this morning, also on purpose. They did it to stay home from school today. They are both home to attend some sort of on-line Internet conference with some guy that wrote software for some kind of game." There was a look of shock on Rose's face not too unlike the one that had been on Helen's when she'd hung up that phone. Same angry response after that as she sat there for a few moments before she said, "Well, I'll promise you this, he's going to wish he really was sick when I'm through with him!" Rose was going home as soon as she left there and Jeff, she promised through clinched teeth, would be going to school. Grounding was going to be the least of his punishment. That, Rose said between an angry set of her teeth, was a given! "Or, if we plan this right, we can teach them both a very valuable lesson," Helen said. "A lesson? OK, I'm all ears," Rose said. It was that mischievous look on Helen's face that made Rose pause. "Concerned mothers! That's what we need to be at the moment. Not angry, but very worried and very concerned mothers," Helen said and added, "extremely concerned mothers while teaching our sons an object lesson they are not soon going to forget!" "Helen, they've lied to us! My son lied to me. I'm shocked. I mean he actually laid in that damn bed of his and wet it just so he could stay home today. Last thing he's going to see is my concerned mother side," Rose said. "I know. Bobby did the same thing to me, so I understand! You didn't let me finish! I said we must become concerned mothers. We are so concerned over their little problem that I was going to add diapers to this plan I'm proposing," Helen said. The word diapers caught Rose off guard. "What?" Rose asked and added, "You did just say diapers, right?" "Diapers," Helen said again. "As in diapers and baby? As in baby diapers?" Rose asked. "Diapers! OK, now think about it for a second! So our son's have wet their beds. They knew it would be so remarkably unique that we'd be concerned right," Helen asked. "Right. Trouble is I was," Rose noted. "Me too. It's been years since Bobby has had that sort of accident. So they played us. They knew we would be so surprised that we'd easily believe them. OK, so what if we really do believe them or at least make them think that. I mean what if we really believe them? What if we're very concerned, very concerned?" Helen asked. "OK, so we're very concerned. So how does that translate to diapers?" Rose asked curiously. "OK, so here is my idea. I was so concerned that I called you and discovering that your son had the same thing my son has scared us to the core. With boy boys wetting we both became even more worried. I mean very worried since both of our boys seem to have the same symptoms. OK so far?" Helen asked. "Very OK so far," Rose noted. "We are so concerned that we've actually called and talked with a doctor. As in together and this morning right after we talked. We talked with a doctor and low and behold, that doctor told us about this virus, new, that's running around at the moment. Not so serious as life threatening but it clearly has some of the same symptoms our boys have," Helen said. "What kind of virus?" Rose asked. "I'm not sure but it's some kind of intestinal virus that may very well lead to a serious bladder infection or something like that. Anyway, that virus is what made them wet their beds and since they both hang together, it's most likely why they both got sick at nearly the same time," Helen said. "Go on, I'm beginning to like this," Rose said. "Me too. Anyway, so they've most likely have got this virus. Nothing too serious, this virus, but it's definitely going to last for a few days. Let's say till Sunday or even till Monday morning perhaps. Today is Thursday! That leaves us most of today, Friday, Saturday and maybe even Sunday. Now imagine our sons wearing diapers for that whole time. Then imagine them discovering they've been had. Think that might make them regret lying to us," Helen asked. "But if their diapers stay dry, how are we going to push them till Sunday?" Rose asked. "That's the beauty of this. They've got to wet their diapers or their cover is blown. They have to keep up this act of theirs because it's going to be too risky not to," Helen noted with satisfaction and added, "So what do you think?" "Are you kidding? I love it! I know for sure that Jeff will be beside himself over the prospect of wearing a diaper," Rose said. "Even better, a baby's diaper," Helen noted. "A baby's disposable diaper?" Rose said looking curiously at Helen. "Honey, those two can easily fit into the toddler diapers," Helen noted and added, "Not to mention those precious little baby panties if we can find a pair that fits." "I'm trying to imagine Jeff's face when he gets to see what he's going to be wearing," Rose noted laughing and relaxing for the first time since Helen revealed what had happened. "Can you break away from work right now?" Helen asked. "Definitely," Rose said. "Good! So in about an hour or so we can be back home and five minutes after that we can have our boys tapped into a nice thick disposable diaper," Helen said. "Actually, I like it all, but I'm thinking it might even be better if we went just a bit further," Rose said and added, "Especially given their sizes." "Further? How so?" Helen asked. "Why disposables? I mean why not cloth? I'm talking about real diapers. Diapers that pin closed. Imagine their face when they have to put their bottoms down on a nice thick cloth diaper that going to be pinned on them. You know, soft sweet cotton diapers, diaper pins with plastic heads and a cute pair of those plastic panties to cover them with. Why not baby them to the extreme?" Rose said and added, "I mean we're getting them baby pants so we might as well get them the rest of it." "Cloth diapers! Baby pants! Oh Rose, I like the way your mind works. So let's do that, and don't forget the baby powder and oil, but why not also add those disposables as well," Helen said. "Why?" Rose asked smiling at the notion. "Well, let's just say, for the sake of argument, that this virus is going to last three to four days or so the doctor says. The weekend takes care of the cloth diapers and those baby pants. However, let's also say that he's cautioned us that it could even go on for another three or four days after that. Now, what if they are diapered this weekend in the cloth diapers and plastic pants, but we add a couple more days, say Monday and Tuesday, so they end up going to school wearing those disposables under their clothes," Helen noted. "And we could even send them to school with a couple of extra diapers in their backpacks, along with a note to the nurse," Rose added. "I'm loving this. We could write them notes excusing them from gym and that would eliminate the risk of them getting caught but they'd still be wearing diapers. It's going to strengthen the lesson even more," Helen said. "Major lesson. You are a woman after my own heart," Rose said laughing. "What's a package of disposables run? Can't be that much. And we can maybe rent the cloth diapers through a diaper service. I know that Health and Beauty carries more than enough stuff to pull this off. Now imagine our boys spending say today, Friday, Saturday and the better part of Sunday wearing cute thick cloth diapers and those plastic baby pants. Then perhaps Monday they get tapped into a cute crinkly disposable with an adorable baby motif before we send them off to school. Think they will do this again?" Helen asked smiling. "Definitely not! But what if this treatment scares them into confessing?" Rose asked. "Even better! We simple do the same exact thing we were going to do, but then we do it as their punishment instead of a lesson," Helen said. "Not sure if Jeff would do this very willingly!" Rose cautioned. "Mine neither! However, I'm going to give him an ultimatum! If he confesses and refuses his punishment, I'm going to tell him he either wears those diapers and plastic pants, or I hang them on the clothes line and tell whoever might ask that it's because he's wetting his bed. I'm guessing Bobby is not going to want that kind of advertising," Helen said. "Perfect," Rose said. Rose held a serious face for a bit then suddenly began laughing. It was so elegant! So wonderfully poetic. The perfect form of justice. So perfect in fact she had her cell phone open in another instant and told her office she'd be home for the remainder of the day. A sudden emergency. Her son was just too ill to be left alone. "Cloth diapers! Baby Pants! What an excellent idea," Rose said closing her cell. She picked up her coffee to take the last of it before patting her lips dry except she paused doing that and laughed. "Cloth diapers and baby pants," Helen said in her own amusing tone as she sipped at the remainder of her coffee. "And very large amounts of baby powder, some baby ointment first or baby oil even. Yes, make that baby oil! No, make that baby lotion? Oh I can't wait to have him laying there on top of a cloth diaper with his legs spread as I slowly lather him like I did when he was a baby. He's going to go ape over this! Yes, this is definitely a good plan," Rose said. "A woman after my own heart! Come on, Health and Beauty is just a few blocks away," Helen said as she took the last bite of her coffee cake. Meanwhile, across town.... "You on-line, homealone2?" Jeff typed after seeing Bobby's nickname appear on the board. "Hey, homealone1, I'm here. This is absolutely the best day of my life," Bobby typed back. "Tell me about it," Jeff typed happily. Meanwhile.... "These!" Helen said holding two different pair of plastic panties to compare one to the other. "Which?" Rose said putting the package of cloth diapers in her cart. Helen's package of twelve sat next to hers. The price wasn't bad for buying diapers, and they could use those diapers as cleaning cloths when this was over as Helen fondled the cute plastic panties. "Here, feel these. Soft and these are just like Gerber Baby Pants the package says. Wide crotch, forward facing leg openings so they don't pull down at the back and made extra roomy for thicker diapers - even soakers," Helen said showing Rose the package with a baby sitting on the front of it. "Forgot about the soakers. Yes, definitely going to need extra diapers folded as soakers," Rose added. "Definitely," Helen said with a wide smile. "What about size?" Rose asked looking for that notation on the box. "It says toddler, Cubby! Says it will comfortably fit a twenty inch waist. That's almost three inches more than Bobby's waist. Jeff can't be much bigger," Helen said. "He's not! Actually, he's about an inch smaller than Bobby's. Grab two of those boxes for me as well," Rose said smiling. "OK, now we need the baby notions like baby powder, baby oil and diaper pins," Helen said pushing the cart ahead of her. "Baby wipes. Don't forget the baby wipes and we've got to make sure they are baby powder scented," Rose added. "Right! Baby wipes? Forgot about those. Been so damn long since I've done this," Helen said snickering. "Can't wait!" Rose added as they moved to the disposables. "Oh yes, YES," Helen said suddenly. She was reaching for a package of disposables. "What?" Rose asked. "Look at these," Helen said excitedly and added, "Pampers Cruisers has a size 7 of all things." "Size 7? Those going to be big enough," Rose asked. "Sure are," Helen added as she tossed the package of disposables in the cart. On the front a mom with a toddler clad only in his thick white Cruisers running in a living room. Seaseme Street characters decorated the front. "Grab another package of those for me then," Rose said happily as she added, "I'm not sure which I want to put him into first: Those adorable Pampers or one of those 'cute and cuddly diapers'?" "Decisions, Decisions," Helen added with a snicker. "Thankfully they will be in diapers long enough for both," Rose noted. "Now let's get our stories straight. Obviously it's a virus, can't remember the name of it because it's too long to pronounce, but it's most likely intestinal since they don't have fevers. Something to do also with the urinary track according to Doctor Clark," Helen said. "Who's Doctor Clark?" Rose asked as she pushed their loaded carts towards their cars. "Damned if I know, but he's an expert in these viruses. He's the one we talked to," Helen said laughing. "Oh! OK, now I remember who Dr. Clark it is," Rose said smiling. "So, we get home, explain what we now know about this 'virus' and get them into their diapers and plastic panties," Helen said. "One minor problem," Rose said. "What's that?" Helen asked. "They are most likely going to say that their bed wetting is only at night since they've only wet their beds," Rose said. "You're right. What would make it logical that they have to wear diapers during the day?" Helen asked. "Let me think? Got it! I mean I know this will work for Jeff," Rose said. "What?" Helen asked. "Well, we give them just a little more rope," Rose said. "How so?" Helen asked. "Before we show them the diapers or say anything about what we've got or plan to do, we ask if they've had any problems with, you know, leakage. Let's say sudden and uncontrollable leakage. It's one of the symptoms that this Doctor Clark warned us about," Rose said. "And they are going to obviously say yes since this actually helps them perpetuate their own fraud," Helen said smiling. "Exactly," Rose noted and added, "They will be so eager for us to continue believing this that they can't help but say yes. Once they say yes we've got them in diapers for both the day and night," Rose said. "It's entrapment if we were police, but what the heck," Helen noted. "It's justice," Rose said before adding, "Besides, they can always appeal this to the supreme court." "Love it," Helen noted and then, laughing a little added, "Only let's take this a step further than that." "Talk to me," Rose said enjoying this beyond reason. "What if we get them together after we've diapered them. Imagine how embarrassed they are going to be sitting together in their diapers and plastic pants for the whole day," Helen said. "How?" Rose asked. "Concerned mothers again! Look, we've got two very sick boys and we're very worried about them so we want to be with them," Helen said. "OK?" Rose asked, "Except we've also got to work sometime today, which is true enough for both of us. However, we are simply too worried to leave them alone. So, since we both have sons that are already sick and it's the same symptoms, it's going to be perfectly logical for us to want to stay home with them. We can argue that we'll simply be taking shifts watching them. Besides, they might need to be changed and that has to be us," Helen said laughing. "This is going to be hilarious," Rose said and added, "But lets actually use the term baby sitting them and then apologize for using it." "I'm getting very comfortable with this as well. So we are simply going to share the 'baby sitting' chores," Rose noted and added, "Gosh, don't you just love that term 'baby sitting'." "More than anything right now! So it's settled then. You diaper Jeff then walk him over to sit with Bobby and I. Then later on, say around two you can come home and I walk them both back to your place so I can go back to work till five," Helen said. "Helen! You are a treasure," Rose said and added, "It's perfect." "It's going to be really rough on them," Helen said. "Very! And they deserve every minute of this," Rose added as they started splitting up their purchases between their cars. Both women were still laughing out loud as they stood by their cars. Each was about to call their sons. Helen dialed first as Rose stood quietly listening. "Hello," Bobby said sounding terrible. He had recognized his mother's number on caller ID. "Bobby, honey, it's me," Helen said on her cell phone as Rose stood standing by with her own cell ready to call Jeff. "Hi mom!" Bobby said sounding decidedly weak on the phone. Obviously his mother was calling to check up on him as Bobby clicked on the sound icon of his computer to turn sound off. Bobby had seen the "incoming call" on his computer screen and instantly typed in the message to Jeff that he had a phone call. Most likely his mother checking in. He'd be right back on-line when he got off the phone. "How are you feeling?" Helen asked. "About the same," Bobby said. "Honey, listen! I've just gotten off the phone with a Doctor Clark," Helen noted. "Who is Dr. Clark?" Bobby asked. "Doctor Clark specializes in viruses or something like that. I was worried and called our doctor who had me call him. Honey, I've explained your symptoms to this doctor, and it's most likely that you've got an intestinal virus of some kind. Also, believe it or not, you most likely got it from Jeff or he may have gotten it from you. We're not sure about that. Did you know that Jeff was sick the same as you?" Helen asked fighting back the snicker. "Really? Jeff too? No mom, I didn't know that," Bobby said fibbing. "Well he's sick as well! Called Rose to ask her for some advise and she told me. Same exact symptoms as yours as a matter of fact, and believe it or not he wet his bed as well. The fact that you both have the same symptoms really worried Rose and I. Anyway, that's why this Doctor Clark thinks it's this virus going around. Nothing serious, but you've got to stay home and get lots of rest for the next few days. Could get very serious very fast if we don't take care of it," Helen said fighting to keep the laughter out of her voice. Bobby was beside himself. It not only meant that his mother had bought into the whole thing, but she was actually telling him to stay home for a few more days. This was too good to be true and better still because it also meant that Jeff was most likely in the same boat as him. He couldn't believe his luck. "OK mom. I'm going right back to bed right now," Bobby said. "Honey, don't go to sleep yet. I'm on my way home. I'll picked up some fruit juice. I want you to get some liquids into you. Doctor Clark says that you risk dehydration with this sort of virus. Oh, and the doctor told me to ask if you have you had any sort of bladder problems? It's another symptom. You know, any more accidents or leakage," Helen asked and added, "Don't be embarrassed about telling me precious, it's not your fault." Bobby, smiling, was quick on his feet as he said, "Yes, almost wet myself a couple of times. That's why I'm sitting up right now. I was lucky though that I woke just before it happened. Made it to the bathroom just in time!" "Thought so. That's another thing that this virus is known for. Anyway, that's good that you are ok and don't worry if you wet yourself or your bed. It's not like you can help it! Anyway, I'm going to be home in a few minutes after I get that juice and a few other things. I'll fix you some soup when I get there as well," Helen said. "OK mom," Bobby said cursing his luck. He would have to log off before his mother got there. Although it was great about that virus thing. His good fortune, he mused, as he sat the phone down. Bobby was back on the computer the instant his mother hung up. "Jeff!!! Mom's coming home! Says she talked with a doctor that says we've got a virus. My mom knows that you are sick as well. Same thing that I've got. Listen, your mother and mine talked to a doctor and he says that we might also have bladder control problems with this virus. If your mother calls, and should ask, tell her you've almost had at least one accident. Anyway, I've got to be in bed when she gets here," Bobby typed. Jeff, reading the words as they appeared, nodded and when Bobby stopped typing Jeff started. "Just did that. My mom just called me as well. She's coming home too. Says she talked with your mom and knows that you wet the bed this morning like I did. She really sounded worried and upset. Damn! Means we don't get to talk to that programmer just yet," Jeff typed. "But we're home and it's not going to be too long before we're alone again," Bobby typed. "There is that," Jeff typed. "Better get our stories straight about these symptoms," Bobby typed. "Like what?" Jeff typed back. "If your mom should ask, like I said, make sure you've had or nearly had an accident and perhaps you leak a little as well. My mom asked if that was happening," Bobby typed and added, "Going to wet a pair of underwear for just in case. Not much but I think it will make it sound more credible if she sees them in the laundry." "Roger that. It's a good idea. OK, so I'm leaking. Oh, Oh! She's home. OK, got to go," Jeff typed. Bobby heard a car as well. It hadn't been a full half hour yet. Both boys were peeking out the windows as their moms turned into their respective driveways and heard the doors closing. They were in their beds at the same time before their mom reached the steps. Bobby listened for the key and other sounds hinting at where his mother was in the house and what she was doing. "Honey! You awake?" Helen called out. "Yes mom," Bobby said sounding as sick as he hoped he needed to be. "Be right up!" Helen said smiling. "OK mom," Bobby said listening to the sounds. He heard the sounds of a grocery bag, then the clunk of something on the kitchen table, her keys or purse most likely. Finally her foot steps out of the kitchen, silent on the rug, then clicking again coming up on the steps. Bobby adjusted his face to reflect his agony at the moment. "Hello honey. How are you feeling?" Helen asked with a very concerned look on her face as she automatically put her hand on his forehead. That bag she held with her other hand was curious but whatever was in it was beyond Bobby's view. "Hi mom, I'm OK. A little tired I guess, but fine otherwise," Bobby said sounding weak, but looking intently at the large plastic bag his mother held when she came in. The bag went on the floor at the foot of his bed as she sat on the bed's edge again putting her palm on his forehead. "I am so worried about you. Really, how are you feeling?" Helen asked running her hand down his cheek. "I'm a little dizzy," Bobby said deciding to push it a little. "No fever still! That's good. OK, so here is the good news and bad news. You're sick for sure, but it's not too serious the doctor says. It could be though, so we've got to watch this for a few days. It's definitely intestinal and the only thing we've got to worry about is making sure you get enough liquids so you don't get dehydrated. You should be over the worse of this by Monday. If not we've got to take you in and get you an antibiotic," Helen said. "Till Monday?" Bobby asked sounding sad, but wanting to shout for joy. "Could be worse honey. The bad news is that it's having a field day with your kidneys and bladder. Something to do with the nerve endings. Honestly, I'm not sure what that all meant when the doctor told me that, other than it's why you wet your bed last night. Same with Jeff as a matter of fact. It's mostly going to happen when you sleep but as this thing takes hold, it could happen at any minute as well. You said you nearly had another accident right?" Helen asked drawing Bobby deeper into what was coming next. "Yes, almost didn't make it to the bathroom," Bobby said looking concerned. He was happy that there was something out there that actually matched his symptoms. It definitely made his symptoms sound legitimate. He was thrilled but looking very sad as he added, "Sort of wet a pair of shorts a little. I'm sorry." "That's what I mean, it's worrisome," Helen said and added, "And don't you dare apologize for being sick. You can't help it." "I know and thanks mom," Bobby said and added, "Kind of embarrassing that I might have wet myself." "Don't worry about that, OK? Anyway, Doctor Clark says that you are most likely going to have that happen a lot in the next couple of days. Going to get a little worse because of the liquids. Can't be helped and remember, it's not your fault! I mean that, I don't want you feeling guilty about it. You're sick and that's what we need to concern ourselves over. OK?" Helen said stroking her son's forehead. "OK," Bobby said sounding even sicker than he had when she came in. He was going to be home tomorrow for sure! "Anyway, that's the other part that I'm concerned about," Helen said. "What's that?" Bobby asked. "You're wetting accidentally," Helen said. "I'm sorry but I can't help it," Bobby said. "I know honey, I know. In fact, it's to be expected. So, I don't want you to think that you're being punished when I put you into those things. Like I said, it's not your fault and it's only going to be for a couple of days," Helen said trying desperately to keep her face serious. "What things?" Bobby asked remembering the bag his mother had walked in with. She had sat them down at the foot of his bed so he couldn't see what it was. He was curious before this, now he was very curious. "Honey, I know you're not going to like this but again, it can't be helped. Anyway, I'm going to have to put you back into diapers and plastic pants for a couple of days. This way you don't risk wetting yourself or your bed. Frankly, it's a lot easier on me as well," Helen said bending back to grab the bag she had sat down. "Diapers," Bobby said in a sudden panic. He almost bolted up at the mention of diapers, but caught himself. "Diapers and plastic pants," Helen said savoring the words. "Diapers?" Bobby asked again. "It's for your own good honey. Just till the worse part of this passes. This Doctor Clark says it never goes past four or five days and, like I said, you'll most likely be out of them by Sunday. Monday worse case. I know it's very embarrassing for you, but it's a whole lot better than waking to a wet bed. Right? Even worse if you had an accident while you are awake," Helen said. Bobby had dug the hole he was now in. He'd even told her he'd almost had another accident already and even wet his shorts once. The only way out of this was to tell her the truth and that definitely wasn't an option. She was missing work and worse, he'd lied. No telling what would happen if it got out he was fibbing! "Mom," Bobby started to say. "What honey?" Helen asked. "They sell pull-ups. You know, the kind of disposables that look like underwear," Bobby said meekly. "I know honey, but the woman at the health store suggested diapers for bed, only because you're a little older and wet a little more than someone young enough for pull-ups. Plus they are more absorbent and will be a little more comfortable. And don't forget, you'll be taking in a lot of liquids," Helen said and added, "Oh, right," Bobby said softly cursing his circumstance. "Come on, it's only going to help and I'm feeling bad enough already that you're sick. Will you do this for me?" Helen asked. "Yes ma'am!" Bobby said feeling his shoulders slump. He was trapped as he watched the bag his mother now held. "Good! Now do me a favor and go toss your robe in the wash. It needs washing anyway and most likely that's the only thing you'll be wearing with these things. These diapers are too bulky for pants or pajamas bottoms. Go ahead with the robe and then take yourself a nice hot shower while I get your baby things ready," Helen said. "Baby things?" Bobby repeated. "Didn't mean that. I meant your incontinent things," Helen said. "OK," Bobby said. "If you get dizzy again, sit down immediately and yell for me, OK?" Helen said. "OK," Bobby said That little thing with the robe was Rose's idea. Cleaver little ploy that would leave both boys without anything to cover what they were about to wear. Those robes would be washed and dried and that meant unavailable for at least an hour, maybe two. The women decided they wanted at least that hour for show. Bobby did as he was told walking slowly to the chair in front of his computer to grab the robe. His computer screen saver was on. His time on that chat board now only a vanishing dream. His diapers, he thought, as he passed out of the room watching in utter dismay his mother opening one of the packages. A puffy package of white was lifted from the bag. "Six ply," Bobby's mother Helen noted. "What?" Bobby stopped and asked. "Sorry, I was reading from this package of diapers. Says they are six ply down the middle, you know, an absorbent center, but I think I'll double them anyway," Helen said. "Whatever," Bobby said moving a little quicker out of the room. He did not want to know how thick his diapers were or anything else about them. Jeff was in the exact same boat only he was in the shower when his mother tossed his robe in the machine. Both boys had almost the same thing facing them when they returned to their bedrooms. On Bobby's bed, as it was with Jeff's, were two cloth diapers neatly laid out flat one laying on top of the other. Next to those already open were two diaper pins. Next to those diaper pins was baby powder and baby lotion and laying flat nearby a pair of plastic vinyl baby pants. That baby lotion, instead of the baby oil, was another idea of Roses. It was pink and read Baby Lotion on the front. The picture of the Baby was what had attracted Rose to using it. It was also nicely scented which she thought would be a bonus. Helen had agreed and that's what was on Bobby's nightstand as well when he came back in. The two diapers made a very thick pile that would make a very thick diaper under those adorably Gerber style baby pants. Too thick for pants and very "baby" looking when the boys would meet. With their robes in the wash they would be wearing only tee-shirts, their diapers, plastic panties and slippers. A fitting look for the two boys when the mothers would bring them together. "Just sit right on top of your diaper honey and then lay back before you spread your legs. Oh, and when you spread your legs spread them as far as you can," Helen said to Bobby who cringed first at the words and then at the plastic panties laying at the far side of his bed. He almost confessed right then, but bit his tongue. "There we go. Now spread your legs nice and wide. Right to the edge of the bed. Gosh, I can hardly remember when the last time I did this? You had to be... What? Two or three... Must have been two. Yes, it was just after your second birthday. OK, now if I remember this right, it's baby lotion first, baby powder next then pin your diapers closed," Helen said making sure she kept up a nice dialog. Bobby had closed his eyes as she added, "Although I guess you don't want me blowing on your tummy like I use to do, do you?" "Not likely," Bobby said in just a whisper. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this humiliated or embarrassed. He was laying over two diapers and his mother, smiling, was twisting open a bottle of pink baby lotion. Bobby forced his eyes closed tighter when his mother began adding that baby lotion. He fought what was happening, but had little control over it and his face, already red and warming, grew hotter still from his reaction. He kept trying to remember that he would get an erection from anyone doing that but even so, it was his mother and that made it worse. His mother also was spending way too much time applying the lotion and he almost reached a climax. "Honey, it's OK. Don't be embarrassed. You used to do that when you were a baby. Don't give it another thought. Baby's, like young boys, like being caressed. It's part of the bonding process," his mother said as she finished with the baby lotion and began with the baby powder. It was way too much again as she kept shaking it over him. If she could have, she would have emptied it on him. A moment later Bobby felt the diaper move and grow snug and then taught between his legs. Meanwhile... "Front flap hugging the sides, back flap over that! Hey, I haven't lost my touch. That's not bad considering how long it's been," Jeff's mother Rose said as she pinned the second of the two sides together before adding, "Now will you look at that! Perfect diapering! I've still got it!" Jeff opened his eyes, looked and nodded for no other reason than to at least appear casual. He wasn't casual at all, but he also knew there was nothing he could do about it. "That's great mom!" he said sarcastically. He was looking at a triangle of white starting from his waist to gather in a puffy triangle that swept down between his legs. The two diaper pins were holding it on him but it was thick. It wasn't a pretty sight Jeff thought which was exactly the opposite of his mom's opinion. "Oh stop! It's not like your being punished and it's for your own good. Now bend your legs and hold your feet up for your baby... I mean your plastic panties," Rose said as she gathered the baby pants in her hands. Bobby, meanwhile, watched the baby pants go over his feet then slid down his legs stretching some as they reached his thighs just as the elastic caught. He could have stood then, but his mother said that the lady suggested putting his baby pants on with the baby... with the boy laying down which kept the diaper material flat between the legs. Bobby's mother apologized for using the word baby again. Both boys were in their double diapers and nearly opaque white plastic vinyl panties at almost the same time. The plastic bloused nicely and shimmered cutely reflecting the light coming into their rooms. It was like some kind of soft white liquid glass as the folds moved when they did, even slightly. The baby panties also crinkled a bit which added a nice touch to the bulky look that the boys took on with no other clothing. "Go ahead and get into a tee-shirt," Rose said and added, "And your socks as well. I'm going to call Helen." "Socks? For what?" Jeff asked. There was still the risk that Bobby might have confessed which was something Jeff thought of as well. "Honey, Helen and I have talked this over. While you're not terribly sick, you could be. We just think it's going to be better that someone is with you at all times and we've still got to work. Anyway, we're going to share baby sitting chores for the day. Sorry about that! I didn't mean it like you are a baby. Bobby is coming over here when he's ready. You two can do homework in the family room together, after lunch. Remember, it's still a school day." "Bobby is coming here?" Jeff asked in a panic. "Yes. At least for some part of the day. Helen's going to go into work then she'll come back and relieve me so I can go in and do the closing," Rose said as she stood and added, "Come on and I'll start lunch for you two." "Bobby is coming here?" Jeff asked again in a panic and added, "Mom, he's going to see me like this?" "Obviously. Honey, Bobby is coming here wearing the same exact things you're wearing! Helen and I got the same exact things! Look, we did that on purpose so you both would be wearing the same stuff. No advantage or disadvantage. That way neither of you can tease the other," Rose said. "Where's my robe?" Jeff asked in a renewed panic as he went to the back of his door. "It's in the laundry remember. You'll be needing it for the next few days and it hasn't been washed since heaven knows when," Rose said. "MOM! Bobby is going to see me like this!" Jeff said almost in tears. "And you are going to see Bobby in the same exact things so stop your whining. Maybe I should stop on the way home and pick up a pacifier," Rose said sounding suddenly angry. Jeff closed his mouth. There was no sense in pushing this any further than he had. He was trapped and he knew it. Rose picked up her cell phone after walking into the living room. Jeff was in his room putting a tee-shirt and pair of socks on. He was going to wear his tennis shoes and that was it for clothing. "Helen! It's me! We're all set here!" Rose said. "How did it go?" Helen asked. "Are you kidding? I nearly fainted when I pinned him into his diapers. He looks so adorable! How about Bobby?" Rose asked. "Same here. Soaked him in baby lotion and I must have used a third of the baby powder," Helen said happily. "Excellent, me too on that baby powder. He smells like a baby even from several feet away. OK then, I'll see you in a couple of minutes. Oh, does Bobby like Vegetable Beef soup?" Rose asked. "Yes," Helen said. "Great. I'm starting the soup now," Rose said changing her tone on the phone when Jeff came in and sat at the kitchen table. Bobby too was looking for his robe. "Oh hell! That's right! I forgot about the robe," Helen said when Bobby became alarmed that his robe was still in the wash. She thought for a second and added, "Well, for now grab that throw your grandmother knitted and put it around your shoulders. It's big enough to cover your diapers and plastic pants! You're only going next door!" Bobby gripped the blanket around himself for all of his worth as his mother opened the front door. She had her pink gym bag now filled as Bobby's temporary diaper bag and had chosen that one on purpose. There were the extra diapers, another pair of his baby pants, the powder, lotion and wipes. She'd said each of them out loud as she put them into the pink bag. "Ready?" Helen asked. "No!" Bobby said standing at the door. He felt like some kind of weird baby going off to the sitters with his mother holding a diaper bag of all things. That damn diaper bag he cursed under his breath and again when he felt the blanket move over the mound of baby pants and diaper he wore. "Come on and let's get this over with. I should be back by three and then Jeff and you can come over here to play, if you're done with your studies that is," Helen said fighting the smile that was creeping up on her face. Bobby stepped out into the bright sun with the blanket almost down to his knees. He was holding the blanket closed with one hand, his books in the other. He kept hoping that the breeze didn't raise the blanket past the edge of his plastic pants. That would be a disaster. It was bad enough that the blanket poked out nearly as far as Jennifer's butt did when he stood at the door looking at the hallway mirror. Bobby moved faster than his mother toward Jeff's house but slowed fearing he'd get there and the door wouldn't open. Jeff nodded at Bobby solemnly who nodded back silently when Rose let him in and then waited for Helen. Both boys flushed nearly crimson seeing each other, and knowing that they both had on the same things. Last thing Bobby wanted to do was take that blanket off. "Put your blanket on the chair in the family room Bobby and come have some lunch," Rose said. Bobby did so, reluctantly, as Jeff stood there. They both were wearing just their tee-shirts and their diapers under the bellowing plastic vinyl panties. Those diapers were too thick for the shirts to hang loose and cover them. "I've put together a diaper bag for Bobby, and I've added the scale and note pad. So, I'll see you at three then?" Helen said giving Rose a quick kiss on her cheek. She bent and kissed Bobby as well, telling him to be good and not to hesitate to tell Rose if he needed to have his diaper changed. She didn't want him getting a diaper rash. Bobby dropped his eyes, blushed and nodded. Helen almost had said be a good baby for Rose but caught herself now regretting she hadn't made it come out as another mistake. Bobby had asked about going to the bathroom when the urge hit since he could at least do that when he was awake. Only his mother vetoed that grabbing up a pad, pencil and the scale she used for packages. She had said that the doctor suggested keeping track of what Bobby took in and what came out. She wanted to make sure he was getting enough liquids she'd said. It was crucial, she had said, that more stayed in so he didn't risk getting dehydrated. Helen had weighed his diaper dry as the base. Bobby was going to have to use those diapers from now until three in the afternoon at least. Bobby had almost cried over the thought of wetting into a diaper or being wiped and changed. "See you!" Rose said at the stove. "Oh, and I've added the weight of his diaper dry and he's already had eight ounces of juice. Make sure he takes another bottle... I mean another glass of juice now and eight ounces on the hour, every hour," Helen said as she headed for the door. She was luckier than Rose because in a moment she could let loose the laughter she'd been fighting back. "Got it," Rose said not daring to turn from the stove. The boys ate their soup in silence. Both boys saw what the other was wearing and each wondering if he looked as bad as the other did. They looked like boys trying to look like babies. "Hello?" Rose asked picking up the phone and heading for the patio door and out before closing it. Rose knew it was Helen even before she saw the caller ID. "How's it going?" Helen asked. "Are you serious? Helen, this has got to be their worse day ever! Believe it or not I've got them both laying on a large pink satin spread in the family room reading their History assignments. Called the school and got their homework assignments. I wish I had a camera but didn't dare," Rose said as she laughed and added, "I told them that I was worried about having accidents so I put a plastic paint tarp down under the spread first. It crinkles a lot when they move." "They laying down or sitting?" Helen asked. "Laying down. Both are on their stomachs. They've got these two cute puffy white butts sticking up like little babies, but I think they thought it was better than me seeing the front," Rose said. "You're kidding? That's great! Gosh I wish I was there to see that," Helen said and added, "Got to figure out how to get pictures? It would be wonderful to get a couple of pictures of those puffy bottoms. Tell you what, before I call them over here, you know, when it's my turn, I'll set up the digital camera somewhere. At least we'd have that DVD for some future use. It's small enough to hide." "Oh that would be perfect. OK, so I'll see you at three then. Just call when you are ready and I'll walk them both over," Rose said. "Will do," Helen said hanging up the phone. It was five minutes to three when Helen pulled into the driveway of her house. Bobby and Jeff had been in their diapers and plastic pants since eleven. Rose changed each boy individually on the living room floor giving each the opportunity to see the other getting his diaper changed. She didn't use the lotion, but lots of baby powder before putting them back into their fresh diapers and plastic panties. Rose dutifully noted the weight of their diapers after putting each into a plastic bag first. She did that little chore after she'd changed them and on the coffee table so both boys could see their wet diapers. Rose had also decided to forget to put Jeff's robe in the dryer and would apologize for that when the time came. He hadn't asked about it after a while. Both boys were going to have to walk to Bobby's house with just their blankets again. Meanwhile, Helen was putting the Digital camera on the shelf near the television. She taped over the small red light showing it was recording so it wouldn't show. She had two hours of disk as she pressed the button and moved the books and plant back in place. It was the clutter and small lens that would keep it hidden as she punched in Rose's number. "All set," Helen said after Rose answered. Jeff was angry that his mother had forgotten to put his robe in the dryer, but there wasn't anything else to be done about it as he wrapped his own throw blanket around his shoulders. He had suffered the indignity of being changed before watching his best friend get his diaper changed. They had avoided eye contact with each other and went back to their homework in silence. Rose justified another change by telling him that she knew he was dry, but that it still gets warm with those plastic panties on and that he'd feel better in a nice fresh diaper with more sprinkles of baby powder. He didn't. Bobby and Jeff would get their diapers changed one more time. Helen had promised Rose that. "OK, I'm going to work!" Rose said after both boys were again sitting on the large satin spread over that same thin plastic tarp that Rose carried in with her. They were directly in front of the digital camera running silently a few feet away. There was a speaker not too far away and Helen had put on what she called her background music tapes she enjoyed while reading. It would mask what little noise the digital cam made and add music to the tape background that was recording the boys still doing their homework. An hour passed before Bobby was led to his room, then Jeff followed a few short minutes later. Both boys had their diapers changed by both moms when they returned to the spread. Helen was going to do this at least two more times before she diapered him for bed. She had twelve diapers and four pair of plastic pants. She would use ten diapers leaving her a set of two for tomorrow morning while she washed the ones he'd been in already. This time Bobby's mother, as Bobby had feared, used a baby wipe having Bobby hold his legs up with his hands while she wiped him. She had him stay that way when she began using the baby lotion and finally after that she sprinkled his diaper liberally with baby powder before he rested his legs on the bed again before spreading them. It was about the worst thing he'd ever had happen to him when he spread his legs wide once more. It was second only to wetting his diaper and having to ask to be changed. It was agreed between Helen and Rose that they would do the same sort of thing tomorrow with Helen watching them till noon then Rose till four. Saturday they'd watch the boys at home, individually, since both women were off. It was then that they would spring the disposable Pampers on them. Bobby was walked back into the family room after he'd been changed. He was sullen as he sat back down on the satin spread and picked up his history book. It was a fresh embarrassment on Bobby's face since his mother had used that baby wipe on him before the lotion and powder again... Way too much powder Bobby thought. Jeff knew why Bobby's face was so red. His had been that same color for the same reason. Helen sat on the chair next to the couch with a book as Bobby went back down on the satin spread. It was hard not laughing as Helen moved the book to cover her face. The too boys were facing the television doing homework with their large padded bottoms facing Helen. Like two babies minus the baby toys. It had been years since she'd had to sit for babies and she smiled again. She smiled this time over the memories of Bobby, a bit smaller, but in that same spot almost looking identical to those times. It was five after five when Rose walked over with Jeff's robe to bring him home. Jeff, with a great deal of relief, slipped his robe on. His relief didn't last given the size of his bottom as the robe flowed out and over the large mound under it. It was the reason he hurried as they walked towards the house. Jeff had suddenly seen Jennifer walking down towards them from the bus stop. Bobby was changed right after his shower which he took just after Jeff left. His double diapers were waiting for him on his bed when he walked into his room. His robe, also now dry, hung over the back of his chair at his computer desk. He flushed crimson once more as his mother poured baby lotion onto her hands. Jeff was changed on the family room floor after his mother spread the blanket out once again. He felt like a baby in those moments as his mother teased the diaper left and right before laying it over him. She took way too long, or it seemed like she did, in pinning it closed and just as agonizing long for his baby pants again. Jeff didn't like that pat he got either and his mother apologized. It was a habit she had from years ago she said, from when he was a baby, she added. Of that package of twelve diapers that both mom's brought home only two remained by the time the boys made it the safety of their rooms that night. Each was on their computers almost instantly... "This is too weird!" Jeff typed. "Bizarre!" Bobby typed back. "It's like I'm suddenly a baby! I mean mom is beside herself over this. Believe it or not, I think she is really enjoying this. She keeps telling me how wonderful it is to sort of have those baby days back again," Jeff typed. "That's nothing! My mom used a big powder puff for the baby powder after my shower! She was actually humming some kind of lullaby and she powdered me almost to my neck. I don't think she was even aware she was doing it," Bobby typed. "I know! I smell like a baby. I mean I really smell like a baby. Mom must have used half the baby powder on me when she diapered me for bed," Jeff answered. "Really. Well, try this then... Mom even sprinkled powder over my damn sheets! Said it made my room smell... get this... 'baby fresh'," Bobby noted. "What are we going to do?" Jeff wrote across Bobby's screen and added, "We've got a whole day of this again and worse, this weekend besides!" "Damned if I know? I know we can't confess now. They've spent a fortune on that stuff. And there is one other thing I just thought about..." Bobby typed back. "We can't wake up dry either," Jeff typed in before Bobby could finish his sentence. "Exactly," Bobby wrote. "I'd already thought about that. Would look too odd both of us suddenly dry after all of this," Jeff noted. "No choice... we wet into diapers tonight," Bobby said. "That or try and explain how we got better so fast. Besides, I guess it beats wetting the bed that's for sure," Jeff wrote. "Remind me again why we did this," Bobby asked on Jeff's screen. "It was supposed to be a day's worth of play," Jeff typed back. "Some day off," Bobby noted. "Major downer," Jeff wrote. There was no response from Bobby. "You there?" Jeff finally typed. "Yes," Bobby typed back. "What's up?" Jeff asked. "Nothing," Bobby wrote. "Come on man! It's me! Tell me! What's wrong?" Jeff typed. "OK, so laugh if you want but tonight... I mean after mom powdered me and diapered me I felt... I felt so relaxed. Can't explain it, but it really felt sort of nice," Bobby typed almost regretting what he'd just wrote as he added, "I guess it was when she hugged me. Very weird." "Hey! YOU LIKE WHAT IS HAPPENING," Jeff typed in capitals. "Heck no! What are you NUTS," Bobby typed back. There was a pause before letters began to start across Jeff's screen as Bobby wrote, "It's just... Oh hell man never mind." "OK, just remember, we're not supposed to like these things or what's happening right?" Jeff typed mostly to calm himself or perhaps convince himself. "Right," Bobby typed back. "Anyway, I've got to log off. Mom wants me in bed by eight," Jeff wrote. "Me too," Bobby responded and added, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." Jeff hit the exit as Bobby's "bye" came across his screen. He moved to his bed passing his mirror and stopped. He put his hands on the back of his diapers and baby pants lightly pressing the mass against his bottom. That mass didn't compress much because the diapers were really that thick. The baby pants were also warm to the touch and softer because of it. Jeff twisted right, left, then shrugged. It did feel kind of cool Jeff thought as he climbed into bed. Looked sort of cool he mused as yanked the covers to his neck. Felt odd, but not so odd as he thought about it. Jeff had been afraid to admit to Bobby how he felt as his hand slid over the soft baby pants and a very powerful erection that suddenly formed. Bobby spent a long time in front of his own mirror. It was terribly exciting, for him at least, and in spite of Jeff's protest. He wasn't sure why that was but it was. He felt so babyish. So innocent or something. He also felt bad about that lie he was living. That was his last thought before he climbed into bed. Although it wasn't his last thought for that night as his hands also moved over the soft plastic panties and diapers. Jeff woke wet! Actually he woke, then wet. There was something about doing that in his diapers that left him feeling odd. Kind of a good odd if that was possible. It hadn't been easy the night before and just as hard now as Jeff tried to relax. The diaper grew warm suddenly and that warmth spread. A very good odd. Bobby woke wet but remembered how that had happened. He was having a kind of dream that he was in his crib. His mother was above him, leaning on the rail and smiling down. She was holding a diaper, baby pants and baby powder. In his dream, she said, "Come on precious and wet your diaper! Mommy can't change you if you're not wet." In Bobby's dream, he wet and his dream merged slowly with reality as his mother real voice settled over the one in his dream. "You up?" Bobby's mother asked peeking in the door after knocking once. "Yes," Bobby said quietly. "How are you feeling?" Helen asked. "Better today," Bobby said but feeling his face flush. "Are you wet honey?" Bobby's mother said. "No," Bobby said. Something about confessing that he'd actually wet a diaper was unnerving. "Listen, it's OK if you're wet honey," Helen said. "OK, I'm wet," Bobby said in frustration. "Honey, it's really OK," Helen said smiling sympathetically. Bobby sat there in silence but looking eager to talk. "What is it honey? Please precious, it really is OK," Helen said feeling slightly guilty. "No! No it's not! Mom, look, I need to tell you something," Bobby said feeling his mouth go dry. "What honey?" His mother said coming to his bed and sitting next to him. She put her hand on his forehead then clasped both hands in her lap. "Mom, listen, I lied! OK! I lied. This.... all of this is a lie! Mom, I'm not sick! I never was. I faked it! I faked it so I could have the day off yesterday. Jeff and I came up with it. It's not his fault. It's mine and it was stupid! I just wanted to be off for a chat board. Mom, I'm so sorry," Bobby said blurting it all out quickly and inside of a couple of minutes as he added, "And I'll pay you back for this stuff." His mother was looking at him but she was smiling slightly. "Did you hear what I said?" Bobby asked. "Yes Sweets I did. And, just so you know, I know," Bobby's mother said. "You know what?" Bobby asked confused. "I knew you were doing this on purpose! As it happens, I overheard you talking with Jeff yesterday morning. I called Rose after that and we cooked up this little scheme to punish you guys!" Helen said stroking Bobby's cheek. As always her son never ceased to amaze her at times. He didn't have to confess this, but did. "You knew?" Bobby said thinking back at all that he'd been through as he added, "you knew from the very start of this?" "Yep! When I heard what you were planning I decided to trap you into these things. More as a Be Careful What You Wish For." "You knew," Bobby said shocked. "I did. So, the big question for you is did you learn your lesson?" Helen asked. "Did I? Are you kidding? Mom, I never want to go through this again," Bobby said not sure if he actually meant that or not. "Well, between you and me, I've had about the most fun I've had in a long time. It's really been great having my baby boy back," Helen said wistfully. "Right! As in punishment," Bobby said. "No, not at all. I mean it. It felt great as in having my baby boy back," Helen said. "You want another baby?" Bobby asked. "Heavens no but it's nice having the reminders of those times when I did," Helen said. "It has?" Bobby asked thinking he'd heard her wrong. "Of course! Once you guys grow up and get all macho it's all a mother can do just to get a hug now and then. To actually be a mom again, like I was when you were a toddler, was really wonderful. So yes, it was very nice," Helen said. Bobby was stunned silent watching his mother drift away to wherever it was at that moment. His mind was in overtime suddenly. That wasn't all he wanted to confess. Bobby swallowed. "Mom?" Bobby asked almost in a whisper. "What honey?" Helen asked. "Never mind," Bobby said. "What?" Helen asked reassuringly. "It's OK, too weird," Bobby said. "Honey, you're laying here in a diaper and plastic pants and I'm guessing you've wet it as well. So let's not worry too much about weird for now," Helen said. "Mom, but this is going to sound really weird," Bobby said. "OK, I'm listening," Helen said. "Mom I sort of liked it," Bobby said almost cringing over what he thought might come from his mother with a claim like that as he quickly added, "Not at first but later after I sort of got use to it. I can't explain it." "I know that too precious," Helen said taking hold of Bobby's chin as she smiled down at him. "You do? How?" Bobby asked. That, he decided, was actually impossible. "Honey, I used the digital and caught you two yesterday while you were on the blanket doing your homework. Rose and I were going to use it somehow or just keep it for memories sake. Not sure? Anyway, I spent a delightful two hours watching you both on that DVD after you went off to bed. Got to watch you without you knowing you were being watched," Helen said. "You filmed us?" Bobby asked. "I did. Sweetheart, it was those hands of yours sneaking around your baby pants that hinted at it," Helen noted. "You've got us on DVD?" Bobby asked shocked. "Sorry about that but, like I said, Rose and I wanted pictures," Helen said. "Mom, this really is weird isn't it," Bobby said. "Yes and no! I mean not really! You were simply regressing. All of your senses were telling your brain about things that you hadn't remembered till now. Nice things, so your brain was gathering in some hints and then finding what you remember of this. A baby having his diaper changed is a