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"The Diaper Deal"
By Baby Ben
I was shocked. My father held up a disposable
baby diaper that he'd found in my closet. He and my mother looked
at me seriously.
Do you like to wear these? he asked me again. Perhaps it was
something in his voice, the total lack of anything threatening,
but I answered, Yes.
Is it because they help keep your bed dry?
Yes ... Mom said,
Let me ask this way. If you had your choice, if nobody would
know, would you wear diapers just to bed, or all the time? I
swallowed. My throat had suddenly become very dry.
All the time, I answered.
That's what we thought, Mom said.
Don't worry, dear, you're not in trouble. We just want to know
about these things. Now, come upstairs.
But I have to put my Legos away, I protested.
No, you don't, said Dad.
You'll be right back to them in a minute. We just have to show
you something first. I was the last one up to my room, because
my parents had such long legs compared to mine. The first thing
I saw was Mom, holding open my underwear drawer so that I could
see inside. There were diapers in my underwear drawer. As had
happened when Dad had shown me the diaper he had found in my
closet, I was too shocked to speak for what seemed like minutes.
Mom took one of the diapers out and showed it to me. It looked
bigger than the diapers I liked to put on at night.
Pharmacies in our area sell these for children with bedwetting
problems ... and children like you, she said.
You want me to wear those at night? I asked, my eyes wide in
amazement. Dad answered,
No, we want you to wear them all the time. We can give your underwear
away to Goodwill. That is, if that's what you want. What an
offer! How could I say no?
Before you say yes, Mom said, holding the diaper, you have to
know what it means. You must use your diapers for everything,
both number one and number two. You won't be using toilets anymore.
This sounded great to me.
Yes, I said.
If we do catch you using a toilet, it's back to underwear for
you, and we'll never make this offer again. That limited my options,
but it was fine with me.
Yes, I said.
You'll be changed, or at least checked, in the morning, at noon,
in the afternoon, and at bedtime. That made sense.
Yes, I said.
In between those times, she went on, you'll have to ask one of
us if you need to be changed, and that includes your sister.
I'm sure she's gotten very good at changing diapers from her babysitting.
My sister? Well, of course she'd find out about this, if my
parents hadn't already told her.
Yes, I said.
When we go out, we'll be bringing along a diaper bag for you,
and your father may have to change you in public restrooms. That
would be embarrassing, but who would see me? Only people I didn't
know.
Yes, I said.
Do you still want this? Dad asked. I swallowed again. What would
happen if the other kids at school found out about it? What would
my friends say? My mind found ways to rationalize everything.
The kids at school would tease me, but I thought I could take
it. And if my friends were really my friends, they'd stay my
friends no matter what. Once again, I said, Yes.
===== Part 04 =====
All right, said Mom, take off your shoes, pants and underpants
and come sit on your bed. I did. I hate when my shoelaces tangle
when I'm in a hurry. I sat on the bed with my bare bottom. Mom
had gotten some baby powder from another dresser drawer. She
opened up the diaper and said, OK, scoot back and lie down.
When I did, she slid the back end of the diaper under me with
my excited cooperation. She sprinkled powder all over the places
that would soon be once more perpetually covered by diapers, and
spread the powder with her hand. Then she flattened the front
of the diaper against my groin and fastened it with the tapes.
Mom dusted her powdered hands off against each other and said,
All right, Chris, put your pants and shoes back on, and go finish
playing with your Legos. It's almost bedtime, and tomorrow's
a school day.
Thanks, Mom, I said, and I meant it. It felt strange, wearing
diapers instead of underwear under my pants, but it was exciting
too. I'd dreamed of being able to wear diapers without having
to hide it, and now my dream had come true.
===== Part 05 ===== It felt weird, I thought. The diapers filled
my pants out, and they crinkled whenever I moved. As I played
with my Legos on the living room floor in front of the TV, my
thirteen-year-old sister Sarah walked by.
So, you're back in diapers now, she remarked.
Yeah! I answered.
Umm, Mom and Dad said I could ask you to change me?
They told me, she said, apparently unexcited.
Just don't ask too often. She sat down to watch TV.
Chris, time for bed, called Dad from upstairs.
Aww, I complained. I started putting my Legos away. I took off
my clothes and put on my pajamas, the fabric whispering against
my diaper's outer plastic. I got in bed, but I found that I couldn't
lie on my side like I always did, because my diaper bunched uncomfortably
between my legs. I curled one leg upward, and the bunching eased.
I supposed that I'd have to sleep like that from now on. As I
went off to sleep, I started dreaming about being a little baby
again, sleeping in a crib, sucking on a pacifier ...
===== Part 06 ===== My alarm clock beeped. It was 7:00, time
to get up. I was happy when I realized that I hadn't wet the
bed overnight. Then I reached down to take my pajamas off and
remembered that I was in diapers. They felt like very wet diapers,
too. I had wet in my sleep, but the wetness hadn't made it to
my bed. I wasn't going to be able to get dressed until somebody
changed my diapers. Nobody else was up yet, though, so I took
my pajamas off and tried to change myself. Everything went smoothly
until Dad came in. I had rolled up the wet diaper and was reaching
into the drawer for another one when I heard him say,
No, Chris; I'll change you. He took out the baby powder and some
baby wipes. As he cleaned my diaper region with one of the wipes
he told me,
We've got to make sure you're cleaned off with every change, or
you might get diaper rash. He finished and put a fresh diaper
on me, then opened my closet door and tossed the old diaper into
a diaper pail that I hadn't known was there.
OK, get dressed now, he said. I did, then I washed up in the
bathroom, then I went downstairs for breakfast.
===== Part 07 ===== I was so scared that somebody was going to
find out I had diapers on. The things made crinkling noises every
time I moved, and I had to walk all the way to school! Okay,
it was only six blocks, but it seemed like a mile in diapers.
I saw other kids, also on their way to school. They looked at
me, but no more intently than usual, I hoped. I caught up with
two of my friends. Jeff and Dave were talking.
OK, so Superman comes from Krypton, said Dave, but I bet you
don't know what planet Spider-Man comes from. I didn't know
either. Obviously they didn't notice my diapers. We arrived at
school, I went into our classroom, and Mrs. Evers began today's
math lesson. Multiplication. Yuck. As I sat there, I almost
forgot that I had diapers on. I certainly wasn't thinking about
them. As time went by, though, I became aware of the fact that
I needed to pee. What could I do? If I waited, it would only
get worse. The diaper was there, so I let go. I could feel the
warm wetness, and then I felt it spread. I didn't have to go
anymore, but I was worried: Would it leak out? When I stood up,
would there be wet spots on my pants? I didn't dare look down,
for fear someone else would see me looking down, and what if there
were something to look at? Then it was time for music class, which
was held in another classroom. I had to get up. I decided I'd
check my pants out while everybody else was busy getting ready
to go. I didn't know what I'd do if they were wet ...
===== Part 08 ===== ... but fortunately, my pants weren't wet,
front or back. My diaper had done its job. I worried a bit about
what would happen if I had to go again before I went home for
lunch, but I decided not to worry about it unless it happened.
I went to music class, which was always fun. Singing and clapping
in rhythm; was this learning or playing? Of course I didn't know
about it at the time, but I later found out that my parents had
a talk that morning before Dad went to work. It must have gone
something like this. He said,
So, do you think it'll work? Mom said,
You mean putting Chris back into diapers? Hmm, at the very least
we won't be washing his sheets anymore.
Yeah, but we'll have to change him again, and that's almost as
bad.
Well, remember why we're doing it, Mom said seriously.
The doctor said his wanting to wear diapers was probably a sexual
thing, and we don't want to traumatize him by making him feel
guilty about wanting them. That could lead to his developing
a fetish for them when he gets older. Dad added,
And maybe if we make him wear diapers he'll get sick of them,
and he won't want them after a while. Mom nodded.
Maybe. But remember, that's only a possibility.
I don't want to have to go on changing Chris' diapers for the
rest of his life! Dad exaggerates when he gets angry. Mom smiled.
We won't, of course. If time goes by, and he still wants to be
in diapers, we'll just have to show him how to change himself.
Then the only difference between raising him and raising any
other boy will be the expense of the diapers. After music class
came reading class, but first everybody who had to was allowed
to use the bathroom. If I hadn't wet my diapers during math,
I definitely would have had to go by now. But I remembered my
mother's words:
If we do catch you using a toilet, it's back to underwear for
you, and we'll never make this offer again. For all the fear
and embarrassment, I liked being in diapers, so even if I had
held off until now I'd be wetting my diapers instead of using
the bathroom.
Don't you have to go, Chris? asked Mrs. Evers, startling me a
little.
Um, no, Mrs. Evers, I'm fine.
You're sure? You usually go at this time, and I don't want you
disrupting class by asking to go. Most of the students were
out of the bathroom by now.
Really, ma'am, I don't have to go right now.
All right. Just making sure. Unknown to me, the class bully
Curt was talking to one of his cronies, Stu.
Look at Miss Chris over there. He doesn't have to go to the bathroom.
I'll bet that diaper baby's wetting his diapers right now.
He laughed. Stu laughed too, one of those
it's not really funny, but I'd better laugh anyway or he'll think
I'm a dweeb laughs. He said,
Yeah, Chris Miss. They were just making cruel jokes, of course;
there was no way they could have known I really did have diapers
on. Curt smiled a smile that said, I made a joke, he laughed.
See? Everybody thinks I'm the coolest. This is not what he
said, of course. He just smiled that self-satisfied smile, then
picked another boy in our class to make fun of. When everyone
was out of the bathroom, Mrs. Evers walked the class back to our
regular classroom for reading.
===== Part 09 ===== Well, it wasn't long until I had to pee again.
There I was, sitting in class, and I'd passed up the chance to
go earlier. What was more, I'd already wet my diaper earlier
in the morning, and I wasn't sure they could absorb another drenching.
I thought about my options. I could wait until lunchtime, go
home, and use the ... no, I couldn't use the toilet, could I?
I could go home, get a change, and wet my diaper then. But would
they change me again before I went back to school? I couldn't
think of what to do, so I tried to hold on and kept listening
to the teacher. Soon, though, my body made up my mind for me.
It was almost lunchtime, and I had to go! I tried to cross my
legs, but I didn't want to wring any wetness out of the diaper,
so I couldn't cross them very far. I fidgeted a little, but it
didn't help much. Finally, I wet the diaper just a little, to
relieve the pressure. I could feel the warm wetness, but then
it disappeared, just as it had earlier when the diaper was completely
dry. I let a little more go, and it disappeared as quickly.
This was working. I felt less pressure, and I didn't think the
diaper had leaked. As the minutes ticked by to lunchtime, though,
the pressure built up again, but just when I thought I'd have
to let a little more out, the teacher dismissed class, and I got
up. What luck! When I was walking, I didn't feel like I had to
go. I'd just walk home, then I could wet my diaper before Mom
changed me. I got my book bag and walked out the door. As I quickly
walked home, I wondered whether I could count on my luck every
day, or whether I'd have to do something about it. Before I got
any further on that thought, I heard a nearby loud whistle. I
was nearing the train tracks, and a train was coming. If I had
to stop, I might wet my diaper! Keeping moving was the only thing
keeping me from letting go. I could see the train coming now.
I ran for the tracks, but the train was far faster. I had to
stop. As I caught my breath after running, the pressure returned
in full force. I knew there was nothing I could do. My bladder
involuntarily let go. I felt myself soaking my diaper, and I
knew it wasn't going to absorb it all this time. The only question
was whether the end of the train would pass by before I was finished.
It did. I ran the rest of the way home, and I could feel the
wetness down the legs of my pants. I hoped to God nobody saw
me. Mom met me at the door (how did she do that? Maybe she could
hear my footsteps on the porch) and said,
My goodness, what happened to you?
===== Part 10 =====
Had to go, I said, short of breath;
diapers ... couldn't hold it.
I'd better change your diapers, Mom said,
and your pants! You really did a number on them. C'mon upstairs.
We climbed the stairs to my room. She said,
If one diaper isn't going to hold you from morning to lunchtime,
maybe we'll have to get you changed more often.
More often? I wondered what that meant, but we were in my room,
and Mom had me lie down so she could change me.
Your father and I don't have time to come to school to change
you, she said, after stripping off my wet pants,
so we'll have you take some extra diapers to school in your book
bag, and you can go to the nurse's office when the others go to
the bathroom. She unfastened my soaked diaper and dropped it
into my diaper pail. The nurse? That wasn't part of the deal!
But Mom, I said, why bother the nurse? I mean, I'm not sick
or anything. As she cleaned my diaper region with a baby wipe
she said,
I don't know who else is going to do it. Or would you rather
not wear the diapers? That's always an option.
No! I said.
I mean, I want to keep wearing the diapers. She sprinkled baby
powder all over me.
OK, then you'll have to report to the nurse in the middle of the
morning and the middle of the afternoon, or they'll call your
name on the PA.
But what if the nurse tells other people?
Chris, she's a professional. They don't talk to anybody about
their patients.
OK, I said. What choice did I have? Mom put a fresh diaper
on me, found me a dry pair of pants, and put an extra diaper into
my book bag while I put the dry pants on and my shoes back on.
We went downstairs for lunch.
===== Part 11 ===== After lunch I headed back to school with my
fresh pair of pants. I hoped I could make it through the whole
afternoon without having to wet the diaper I wore underneath them.
I remembered what Mom had said as I got ready to leave:
Remember, during your afternoon break go to the nurse and have
her change you.
But Mom, I had said,
I'm sure the nurse is busy. Why should we bother her?
If you're going to wear diapers at school, you're going to have
to get them changed while you're there. Who else is going to
do it? Your teacher? Remember, you can't change them yourself;
that's part of the deal. I had sighed resignedly.
Remember also, Mom had concluded,
you don't have to wear these diapers. You can quit anytime you
want.
No! I had objected. In the short run, giving the diapers up
would mean that nobody at school would ever have to find out about
them. But in the long run, it would also mean that I would never
be allowed to wear diapers again!
All right, then. I'm writing you a note for your teacher and
one for the nurse. Don't forget! Mom had written two notes
that were now in my book bag. As I walked back into the building,
I was unaware that Curt and Stu were hanging around by the doorway.
Hey, look, Curt said quietly to Stu,
there goes Miss Chris. And there's ... wait, was Chris wearing
those khaki pants this morning?
No, he had jeans on this morning, Stu said.
I wonder why the change. Hey, didn't I see him running home just
a little while ago...? Curt had a nasty grin on his face. The
afternoon went all right, but the milk I'd drunk at lunchtime
came back to haunt me during social studies. Almost unworried,
I wet my diaper, knowing now that holding it would just lead to
an accident later. But I also knew that this would mean I'd have
to see the nurse. When the afternoon break came, I gave Mom's
note to Mrs. Evers, then took my book bag and walked slowly toward
the office. It felt like my heart was in my mouth. I stood before
the door, paused, and finally knocked. The door opened.
Hello, said the nurse.
You can just come in; you don't have to knock. I'd seen her
before when I'd fallen and scraped my knee at recess. She wore
a white coat and had short black hair.
May I help you?
I .... Suddenly I couldn't talk.
I have a note from my mother. I handed it to her.
Hmm, she said, and read the note.
I see. Well, give me one of the dry diapers your mom packed and
hop up on the table. I found the diaper Mom had packed in my
book bag and handed it to the nurse. As she unfolded it I got
up and sat on the examination table.
Lie down, she said. I did; my feet stuck off the end of the
table. She set the diaper down, undid my pants and slid them
down to my ankles.
Goodness, you certainly are wet! she said when she saw my diaper,
which she then unfastened. Then she took me by surprise by lifting
up both my feet with one hand! While I gaped in amazement, she
slid the wet diaper out from under me, wiped my bottom with a
baby wipe, and slid the dry one back under. Before I knew it
my legs were back down and she was wiping the rest of my diaper
region. She sprinkled some powder on me, taped the diaper up,
and slid my pants back up, with my astonished help. As she fastened
my belt, she said,
Now I'll expect to see you every morning and afternoon. If I
don't, I'll have you called here on the PA. Your mother makes
it quite clear that you must be changed at both recess times.
Yes, Nurse Ames. Thank you. I left her office and went to enjoy
the rest of recess. Being lifted up by the legs like that had
felt really familiar, and had made me feel really helpless. Why,
I wondered, didn't my parents change me like that? Probably,
I thought, because it had been years since they had changed a
diaper. Nurse Ames, however, must have changed diapers very often.
===== Part 12 ===== After school that day I walked home with my
friends Dave and Jeff. Jeff and I both liked to read comic books
at Dave's house, and I'd often go there after school. But this
afternoon I was wet. I couldn't go to Dave's house, at least
right away; I needed a diaper change.
You guys can come over today, Dave said.
Mom said she'll be cleaning tomorrow afternoon, not today.
Cool! said Jeff.
OK, I said,
but I have to go home first. I should drop my stuff off.
Bring it along, Dave suggested.
You always do.
Umm, well, it's always so annoying to carry this thing. I'll
just drop it off, then I'll be right over.
OK. Whew! It sounded like they bought it. I hurried home,
where Mom changed my diaper. I walked out the door toward Dave's
house with Mom calling after me,
Have fun! Be back by suppertime. So far, so good. I just hoped
Dave and Jeff didn't notice my diapers. I got to Dave's house
and rang the doorbell. Dave let me in, and we went up to his
room. Jeff was reading some of Dave's Electro-Man comics, and
Dave unpaused his video game.
I got the new issue of Eliminator,' Dave said.
Jeff's got it. So I read comic books. It was always great when
Dave got a new issue of something. While Jeff and I were reading,
Dave won a round on his video game.
Look at this, guys, he said,
I beat the Slayer. Now the crowd wants me to finish him off.
I could rip out his heart by pressing button A, but watch what
happens when I hit button B. He pressed, and I quite clearly
saw a fearsome-looking guy in armor shrink into a tiny, helpless
baby in diapers.
Pretty cool, huh?
I guess, said Jeff in a dubious tone of voice.
I'd have ripped out his heart. The graphics are better. I said,
Yeah, but that is kinda cool. I don't think I've seen anything
like it before. I was amazed that they'd put something like
that in a video game, but I hedged a little because I didn't want
anybody to think I was too excited by it. Dave said,
That's what I always do when I beat ëem. That was interesting,
because that's what I would do too, if I could ever win a round
on that game. Of course, in an ideal world I'd have liked to
see a video game where I was the one who got turned into a baby.
Well, whatever, said Jeff.
Can I play after you? The rest of the afternoon went pretty much
like that, until I started to feel the need to make a BM. I knew
I had diapers on, but I didn't want to make a mess in them at
Dave's house! They'd smell it, of course, and it would be really
embarrassing. So I tried to hold it in. Sitting on my foot helped.
The muscle spasms made me wet a little, but I knew the diaper
could handle that. Finally, it came time for me to go home. So,
still feeling the need to poop in my diapers and slightly the
wetter for the experience, I walked slowly home.
===== Part 13 ===== I tried to hold it in, but I knew I'd be messing
my diapers within minutes. Still, I tried, although it made me
walk funny. I hoped I'd get home before the inevitable happened,
but I wasn't sure I could. The inevitable happened. I could no
longer prevent my bowels from releasing their tension, and I
felt the mess come out into the seat of my diapers. I kept walking,
so only a little came out, but already I needed a change in a
big way. And what would happen at the stoplight, where I usually
had to wait for the
walk sign? Maybe I'd get lucky. I wasn't lucky. Standing there,
I struggled to keep from messing and I struggled to keep the struggle
from showing on my face, but I wasn't successful in either. My
bowels relaxed, and I filled the seat of my diapers up the rest
of the way. I felt so helpless and babylike! This was, however,
a feeling that I liked, for some reason, in a way, kind of. My
bowels no longer hurt, but I felt what I was sure was a huge mess
under my pants. I was going to let go of my bladder too, but
I found out that I already had. I was wet and messy.
Wow! I thought.
Just like a baby. After what seemed like an hour's worth of walking,
I got home. Coming in through the door, I saw Mom making supper.
Mom, I said, I, uh, need a diaper change real bad.
Try your father, dear, she said.
I'm busy. I went to the living room, where Dad was resting after
his day at work, and said the same thing. Dad took a breath through
his nose.
You sure do need a change! he said.
But I just sat down. Your mother's making supper; try your sister.
Sarah? But ... what if she's busy?
Tell her I said she had to change you. OK?
OK .... I went upstairs, where Sarah was usually in her room
before supper. I knocked on her door, which was usually closed.
What is it? I heard Sarah answer.
Supper ready?
No, I said.
Dad said I should ask you to change me. Sarah quickly opened
the door.
Oh, darnit. Let's go to your room, then. We went to my room.
I ... um, need a change real bad.
Eww! Yeah, I think you do. And I was hungry just a minute ago!
Oh, well. I deal with poopy diapers all the time when I babysit,
so I'll just imagine you're one of those kids. I liked the idea
of being thought of as one of those kids, because they were babies
who still had to wear diapers.
OK, hop up on the bed, Sarah told me. I got on my bed and lay
on my back as she got out the baby wipes, powder and a new diaper.
She took my pants down and unfastened my dirty diaper. I lifted
up my legs, and she carefully moved the soiled diaper to one side.
Phew! she said. She put the new diaper underneath me and cleaned
me off with some baby wipes, throwing the dirty ones in the diaper
pail. She powdered me and fastened the new diaper, then left me
with my pants down as she took my dirty diaper to the bathroom.
I heard the toilet flush, then she returned with the rolled-up
diaper and dropped it into the diaper pail too. Meanwhile, I
had pulled my pants back up.
Thank you, Sarah, I said. I felt a lot better.
You're welcome, she said, but I hope Mom and Dad don't always
saddle me with the dirty jobs.
Supper! called Mom from downstairs. We washed our hands (Sarah
washed hers a bit more carefully than I did) and went down. That
evening was mostly uneventful. I usually ... well, I used to
go to the bathroom just before bedtime, but this time I wet before
bedtime, and Mom changed my diaper. I got into my pajamas, and
she kissed me goodnight, turned out the lights and closed the
door. Once all was quiet I got out of bed and stole silently across
the floor to my desk. In a drawer was a box of pencils, and the
box had a false bottom. Underneath the false bottom I found my
pacifier, one of the things I'd bought along with the diapers
I used to buy. I got back into bed and fell asleep quickly, feeling
secure with my diapers and pacifier.
===== Part 14 ===== The alarm clock beeped, and I whacked the
button to shut it off. I stretched, feeling warm and relaxed.
I gradually realized that my bladder had certainly felt relaxed
overnight, since my diaper was quite wet, and fortunately still
warm under the covers. I got up, noted that the bed was completely
dry, and remembered my pacifier. It had been in my mouth before
I'd gone to bed the night before, but it was gone now. Where
was it? I panicked for a momentówhen Mom and Dad had found
out about my diapers, they'd put me back into diapers full-time.
What if they'd found my pacifierówhat would they do?
To my great relief, though, I found it under my pillow. It must
have fallen out of my mouth during the night. I retrieved it
and returned it to its hiding place. I waited for Dad to come
in and change me, as he had the morning before. He came, not
saying much, but he's usually not very talkative first thing in
the morning. While he was changing me, though, I noticed something.
There were Legos on my desk. They hadn't been there the night
before. I thought I'd picked all my Legos up after I'd gotten
done playing with them. Their presence could mean only one thing:
my parents had brought them up during the night. They had opened
my door while I was asleep. Had they seen my pacifier? Dad stopped
as he was sprinkling powder on me.
Something wrong? he asked, noticing my sudden gasp and wide eyes.
Cold hands?
Yeah, I said, because I didn't know what else to say. He finished
changing me, I put on my clothes, and we went downstairs for breakfast.
===== Part 15 ===== That morning at school, I first began to feel
that the deal I'd made with my parents hadn't been a mistake.
I already knew that wearing diapers felt good to me, and yesterday
had reassured me that as long as I didn't try to go the whole
morning or afternoon without a change, I'd never leak. Nurse
Ames was the only one at school who knew I always had to wear
and use the disposable diapers under my clothes, and she wouldn't
tell anybody. I could actually live this way. At recess that
morning, while the others were using the bathroom (why do teachers
always call it a lavatory?), I went to the nurse's office for
a diaper change. I didn't know it at the time, but Curt tried
to follow me.
Hey, where's Chris going? Curt asked his friend Stu, as he saw
me walking away down the hallway.
Dunno, Stu answered.
I'm gonna follow him, and see where he's going, Curt said.
Distract the teacher.
How?
I don't know. Think of something. As Stu got Mrs. Evers' attention
and told her about his dog, Curt tried to sneak off after me.
But grade school teachers have eyes in the backs of their heads.
Just before Curt had rounded the corner to freedom, she turned
and called out,
Curtis!
Er, yes, Mrs. Evers? Curt responded, trying to look innocent.
Where were you going just now?
Um, nowhere, ma'am.
That's good, because roaming the halls without a pass gets you
a night after school. Under Mrs. Evers' watchful eye Curt had
to behave that morning, so I got my diaper change without his
discovering me and headed to recess. That afternoon, though,
I wasn't so lucky.