This is a story. It is NOT real. This is all fantasy, no child was hurt, used, or abused in any way in relation to writing or any other aspect of preparing this story. It is ok to dream, and fantasize, BUT it is NOT okay to harm a child in any way. Abusing any child will take away their innocence, and they will never get that back. So please do not harm a boy in any way. Children, especially boys, need lots of love, hugs, cuddles, tenderness, acceptance, and to know they are loved and wanted for who they are. I.e., show them unconditional love and acceptance.

I am trying to write this story from the first person POV, that of young Max. If or when I end up temporally switching to a third person POV, I am sorry. Please forgive me and keep enjoying the story.

This story may contain, sexual relations and activity between, boys, teens, and a man. (Mb, Mt, tb, bb, bbb, tbb, Mbb, Mtb) Most of it will be consensual. But sadly, many boys first learn about sex from a friend, older boy, mentor, or family member and it is not fully consensual at the beginning, but later becomes that way, sometimes. It will also deal with many issues that plague families and boys in the 8-15 age range. These include neglect, emotional abuse, bedwetting, growth and maturity issues, bladder issues, learning problems, being gay, feeling unwanted or unlovable, bullying, regression to cope with stress and internal pain, and mild BDSM. If you do not want to read about any of these topics or if they offend you, then please leave now. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the story. Feedback, comments, and ideas are welcomed.

 

Finding a Mentor

 

My name is Max. My mom, Stacy, and I just moved into a new house in a new state. My dad is in prison for a long time for hurting a lot of people, especially me and my cousin, Brian. Brian and I were best friends, but now he is a long ways away from me and I miss him a lot. We grew up together and lived only a few houses away, so we were always together. Now I will be starting at a new school in the middle of the school year. I will be the odd boy out in 4^th grade. I hope Brian will be able to visit me this summer. After all, I live in the mountains and there are lots of streams and lakes for fishing, instead of the farm ponds we used to fish in.

My new room is nice. Our house is kind of old. But it's 2 stories. Upstairs is 2 small bedrooms, a bathroom, and a landing or sitting area. The upstairs is my space. My mom has her bedroom downstairs so she said I could do the upstairs mostly how I wanted, as long as there was a spare bedroom for when we have our family visit. The landing is where my mom put a tv for me and my PlayStation is there with some bean bags and a cool comfy small sofa. My room is not as big as my old room was, but it has my desk, dresser, bunk beds, and some shelves for my books and other stuff, so it's fine. We painted it blue and lite grey; it looks wicked cool. I have some Harry Potter and Star Wars posters on the wall. I got all the Harry Potter books, most of the Star Wars books, the Lord of the Rings, Exiled (series by MRR Merrick) and Iron Druid Chronicles series. I got other books too, but these are my favorite ones. I read better than most boys my age do, but I guess that helps make up for the fact I look like a little kid and not a big 4^th grader.

My bathroom does not have a bathtub, which kind of sucks, because I like taking baths, but Mom said I can use her huge bathtub if I want to. It's a 2-person soaking tub with jets. It's AWESOME! Brian would love to take a bath in it with me if he was here. But my shower is big and has one of those rain heads, and it feels kind of good to have the water rain down on top of me that way.

From my bedroom window, I look out over our backyard into the park and forest area that is behind our house and the neighbors. I have seen a few other boys out in the park or on the trails that go into the forest. But since we have only been here for 3 days so far, I have not been able to meet anyone. I have to go to school on Monday, so I got a few more days of freedom.

I know you want to know more about me and Brian and how my dad hurt us. But I'm not ready to talk about that yet. I have to go see a therapist tomorrow. I hope it's a man because it was hard to talk to the woman I had before we moved. It's hard to talk about boys' stuff to a woman. I hope that he or she does not want to judge me because of what Brian and I were doing together, before my dad caught us at a sleepover and then took advantage of us, and our secret. The therapist said that it's common for boys that were abused to have some accidents and sometimes want to be treated like little boys or toddlers at times, so they feel safe. I like being a big boy, so I don't know why she said that to me and my mom.

Lots of people think I am much younger than I am, because of my size. I am about the same size as most 6- or 7-year-old boys. At my old school, I was the smallest in my grade, and even in third grade too. Most of the 2nd graders were bigger than me and about half the 1^st graders were too. It sucks being so small. My dad would buy me clothes for little boys like Paw Patrol, Bob the Builder, Thomas the Train, and stuff like that when I was in 3^rd grade. I hated that because I would get picked on and teased. The shirts I wanted were Harry Potter, Star Wars, Dragons, Legos, Minions, or Pokemon, because they are for big boys like me.

Today is Thursday so I get to go explore the neighborhood and park this afternoon. We have a small backyard, which is nice because when I have to mow the lawn it won't take long. We have a cool patio and a big BBQ on it, so we can make hamburgers often. Mom has a garden she can experiment with, and it already has some tomatoes in it.

"Max, lunch is ready. Please wash up and come eat," my mom called to me.

"Okay Mom, I'll be right down."

I washed up and went to eat lunch with Mom.

"Mom, when I'm done with lunch can I go explore the neighborhood? Please?"

"Not yet Max. We have to go shopping first. When we get back then you can go explore and wander for a while."

"Shopping? What kind of shopping?"

"I think you need some new clothes for school. I know you complained that your old stuff was better for little kids, so I thought maybe we could find you some better shirts. It's hard at times because of your size, but we can try the strip mall over by Target, I heard they have a boys' only clothing store in it. There is a fishing store in the same strip mall, so maybe we can check it out to see if they have anything you will need for fishing up here, compared to back home."

"Okay, I could use some new shirts. I hated how dad always bought me ones for little kids." I started to sniffle a little, as this caused me to think about my father, and how I had loved him so much until last summer when he started to hurt me.

Mom noticed the look on my face change. "Honey, it's ok. I know we will have memories of good times and bad times. It's all part of our past now. We can't change it, but we can grow and move forward. I know you miss Brian too, but he will be out to visit us this summer for a while, so you will see him in a few months."

"I know Mom, but sometimes it just hurts. Thanks for being here for me. I love you!" Then I gave my mom a big hug.

"A fishing store, really. That will be so cool. I wonder if it is as big as the Cabela's store was?"

"I don't think it is that big, but I bet the people there can help you get some lures, line or whatever you will need to fish up here, and maybe even have a few good fishing places nearby that I can take you to or maybe close enough to ride your bike to, once it's fixed."

"Yeah, I hope we can get my bike fixed soon. Can we look to see if there is a bike shop in town before we leave to go shopping?"

"Sure honey, you can look for it on my phone if you want. We can stop and talk to them about fixing yours. Why not take my phone and go take a few pictures of your bike and that bad wheel, so you can show them what you need."

I finished my grilled cheese and then got mom's phone and went to the garage to take some pictures of my bike. Brian and I had matching bikes, well almost. Mine is bright blue and his is green, but otherwise, they were the same. We got them for Christmas last year. It's a BMX-style bike, but it's got gears on it too. Mine got hit by the movers and they gave Mom $100 to cover the damages to it. The front wheel was bent so it could not even turn. At least they missed the forks. Mom said I could spend the money on it to fix it and add a speedometer and light to it. Maybe even a rack on the back, to help hold my tacklebox for fishing this summer.

"I found two in town. One is by the fishing store I think, so maybe try that one first. The other is downtown, and they carry much fancier bikes."

"Great, that will make it much easier. Let's go get our shopping done. Then you can go wander, or we can always come back and get your bike, or drop it off tomorrow on the way to your appointment."

"Ok, I got to go pee, then I will be ready to go."

"No worries, Max, go potty, we don't need any more accidents if we can avoid them."

I blushed when my mom commented about my recent increase in daytime accidents. I know it's not my fault. I'm very small in size, most people think I'm 6 or maybe 7 years old, not 10, and that is why my dad bought me clothes that were popular with boys in kindergarten or 1^st grade, not 3^rd or now 4^th grade.

The therapist and doctor both told me it was nothing to worry about. Between my very small, underdeveloped bladder, and the emotional stress I'm under and dealing with, most boys in my situation would be having accidents too. In general, lots of big boys have accidents, so it's nothing to worry about because worrying can make it worse or last longer, they told me.

The therapist explained to us in detail that many kids, especially boys, often regress in their behavior. It often happens without them trying or meaning to do it. It is a way they feel safer, especially when the abuser was a person he trusted and was meant to protect him. She warned me and especially my mom not to make a big deal of any behaviors or desires that were more childish or even toddler-like. This could include a continued increase in accidents during the day combined with thumb sucking, clinginess, and wanting to cuddle much more, like when I was a toddler or preschooler. This normally will pass as I deal with my pain, fear, anger, and confusion. Sometimes it can also be related to things the abuser told me. This is more often the case when the parent was the one that pushed for the child to be more grown up and give up on little kid or baby things, be it a pacifier, thumb sucking, a teddy bear, security blanket, cuddling on a lap, and so on. If these behaviors start to show, embrace them, and encourage me to do what makes me feel safe and loved. Normally it will only last a few months or up to a year, but in some cases, it has lasted several years or more. Since my father was the one that forced me to let go of anything that was babyish or little kid-like last year, she had a feeling I might revert back to some of those behaviors and desires. I said I'm a big boy, and I like being a big boy.

A few minutes later, I was back. I had my shoes on and was ready to go check out the stores in the small strip mall.

"Wow Mom, look at these stores. They are all specialized and look so cool. There is a bike shop, fishing store, used bookstore, games and card shop, Take-N- Bake pizza, family Mexican restaurant, boys' clothing store, medical supply store, computer repair shop, and shoe store. There are more stores over there too. This is cool. We did not have this back in Nebraska."

"Yeah, I think this move is going to be good for us. These stores show that the people here value local and family-run businesses. I heard there were a lot of family-run shops and businesses in this small town, I just never realized there were so many. Let's start at the bike shop and work our way toward the clothing store. Okay?"

"Cool"

We entered the bike shop. It was not too big in the front, and it had a lot of used bikes for sale. I bet half of the bikes were used. I liked the fact that they tried to repair and sell bikes, so they did not get thrown away. I noticed they had bikes from about $100 to over $5000. They had a lot of parts on a wall, and there was a man working on fixing a bike along the back wall as we came in. The used bikes were clean and had been checked out to make sure they were safe an ridable. I could tell this person liked bikes and took pride in his work and bikes in general. I like that.

"Welcome to the Bent Spoke. I'm Ben, if you have any questions or need any help, just let me know. I'm just finishing repairing a bike, but feel free to ask me questions." Said the man that was working on the workbench along the far back wall.

"Sir, I need to get a wheel replaced on my bike. I have pictures of it. I was hoping you might have the parts in stock or can get them quickly. I think I will need my bike on Monday when I start at my new school." Said Max.

"Young man, I will be happy to help you out, if I can. I am guessing you folks are new to town. Welcome. Let me see the photos and we can figure out what you need. Then we can see if you want to put the parts on or if you want me to do it."

I got my mom's phone and showed Ben the photos I took of the front wheel and of my bike.

"Nice bike, but I bet it's really hard to ride with the front wheel bent that bad. It's clearly beyond repair. But the red tire should be salvageable. We don't see many that color in around here. Let's see, I think I have a very similar rim over here."

Over the next several minutes Ben showed me 3 different rims, and then some different tires which were best fit for the type of riding I will be doing here, compared to the flat farmland where I was used to riding.

"I have a special in the Chamber's welcome package. It's a free tune-up with any service or repairs over $50. And you get a 10 percent discount on parts. If you want to bring it in, I will be happy to put the rim on and give it a tune-up. If you want the rear tire changed to match the front, I can do that for you then, with no charge for the changeover. It will take a couple of hours, so if you can drop it off and come pick it up later in the day that is best. I am closed on Sundays and Mondays to spend time with my family. My oldest son often works in the shop after school, and sometimes my other boys will be in here helping or go over and help their grandfather at his shop."

"OK, great. Do you have any speedometers that I can put on it? Mom wants me to add a headlight in case it gets dark while I'm riding. Maybe a rack over the rear tire so I can put my fishing gear on it when I want to go fishing?"

Ben showed me several speedometers and headlights. He ended up suggesting the base model speedometer, and an upgraded headlight that also had a red flasher in case of emergency. He quoted the repair, new rear tire and tube, speedometer, headlight, rear rack, and installation at $125. I was excited. It was agreed we would drop it off on Friday and it would be ready a couple of hours later.

"Stop in and see Harry next door if you need any fishing gear." Suggested Ben

The next stop was the fishing store.

As we entered, I saw an elderly man sitting at the counter tying flies. He had that grandpa look about him.

"Welcome to Streamside Fishing Supply, if you folks need any help or have questions, just let me know."

"Thank you, sir. We just moved to town. I love to fish but have never fished around here. I have only fished in farm ponds and a few lakes back home. I got a spinning reel and a 6-foot 2-piece rod. It's lightweight and has 8-pound test on it. Can you help me get some stuff for fishing here, and maybe some suggestions of places to try out? I used to go with my best friend, and we rode our bikes. I hope that there are places close to town I can ride my bike to." Said Max.

"My, my, you are a very polite young man. You remind me of my soft-spoken 11-year-old grandson. He is very polite and well-spoken when he is not being so shy. I would be happy to educate you about trout fishing and what you might need and several places to try your luck all within a few miles of town. By the way, I'm Harold, but everyone calls me Harry."

Over the next 20 minutes, Harry showed me different types of lures, as well as hooks, and baits to use in the area. He helped me pick a few good ones to start with and some circle hooks he can use with worms, cheese, or salmon eggs in the local streams around town. I think Harry liked helping kids learn more about fishing and how to protect the streams and local ecology. He seemed happy that I had a passion for fishing and was soaking up all the knowledge he could give to help me be a better fisherman. Harry even took out an old map and photocopied it for me. He marked several spots on it and told me these were some great spots to try out in the area, they could be reached by bike, and then a little hiking. He also marked a few other spots where the fishing was great, but it was harder to get to.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Harry. I will check some of them out once I get my bike fixed. I can't wait to go fishing. If it's ok, I would like to come back and talk to you more so I can learn more. You are very kind." I said smiling.

"You're very welcome young man. Seeing you smile like that, and looking very happy, tells me I did a good job today. You warmed my heart with your smile. Please stop in any time. I am closed on Sunday and Monday, like most of the shops in this mall. I spend it with my family. You might even see me or my grandsons fishing in those same spots. Have a great day."

What I did not know at the time was how I surprised my mom at how much I had grown up in the last few months. I'm not the shy boy I was, just a year ago. She doubts I would have been able to have the same conversations or been strong enough to ask the questions I had asked if it had been just a year ago. Sadly, I had to suffer a lot and lose even more, which forced me to grow up and step out of my comfort zone. I know she hopes I will find some good friends that will accept me for who I am. It seems, I have grown and matured a lot, but at the same time, she sees some of my behaviors and mannerisms regressing back to when I was 5-7 years old. But I don't notice this regression in my behaviors.

"Honey, let's go check out that clothing store and find you some new shirts."

"I have a few fishing shirts in youth sizes in the corner. Some are even marked down, check them out and see if there is anything you like. I think I have some that will fit you." Harry offered.

A few minutes later, I had a G-Loomis Shirt that I liked with a skeleton of a fish on it. Then it was off to the clothing store.

As we entered the store, I noticed it was different from most other clothing shops. It had stuff sorted by what it was. So, t-shirts in one section, then polo-type shirts next to them. Each section was sorted by size. It seemed that the sizes ranged from 5-6 up to 16 for most of the items. There were manikins above the displays that showed what was there. I giggled when I saw a manakin, about my size clad in just some bright yellow undies that seemed really skimpy.

"Welcome to Boys Fun and Fashion. If you need any help let me know. If you want to try anything on, the dressing rooms are in the back left. I can open one up for you whenever you need it." Said a man that was putting up shirts on the racks along a wall.

I saw a shirt that caught my eye. I had never seen one like it before. It was burgundy with gold lettering, kind of like the colors for Gryffindor, and it said, "I Solemnly Swear I am up to NO GOOD!" I love Harry Potter, it's the only movie series I like better than Star Wars, and Star Wars is super cool.

"Sir, I love that shirt, where can I find it," I asked of the man, who wore a small name tag that said, Kevin.

"That shirt is right over here young man. I have it in navy, dark gray, and burgundy. You look between a size 6 and 8, so I would suggest the 8 so you won't outgrow it too fast."

"Wow, you got my size right on. That's cool. I'm pretty small for my age. I turned 10 a few months ago." I said with a bit of sadness at the end of my statement.

"Well, a good friend of mine used to tell his boys and foster boys, that it is not how big you are that matters, it's the size of your heart that is important. I have a feeling you have a big heart and are a wonderful friend. So don't worry about how big you are, just be the best person you can be."

"Thanks. I like that. Can I get one in burgundy and one in blue please?" I said with a smile.

Kevin grabbed the shirts and handed them to me.

"If you are a Harry Potter fan, I have a few more styles of shirts over here. These are not the ones you will see in most stores. They are made of better cotton, so they last longer, are softer, and don't shrink as much. My clothes are a little more expensive than the big box stores, but they are all selected because they are comfortable and will last longer than what you find in other stores. I try to stock clothes that are both fun and stylish for boys." Kevin said to me and my mom.

We spent over an hour looking at clothes. I blushed when my mom suggested I look at some underwear. Kevin showed us several styles. He explained that these are all from Europe, and are designed to fit better, give better support, and last longer than the cheap undies sold in the big packages at the box stores. Mom suggested the same skimpy ones that were on the boy manakin for display. She picked out 3 pairs for me in colors she thought I would like and look good on me, electric blue, plum purple, and fire engine red. I saw her looking at the neon orange ones and the Pokemon yellow ones too. I like the yellow one because it is Pikachu yellow.

While I was trying on some shorts, it seems my mom found some one-piece sleepers on a sale rack. She picked out a few, 2 were Harry Potter and one had dragons on it. She later told me there was a pink "princess" sleeper in size 12. She was surprised to see it in a boy-only clothing store. But then she remembered last Halloween when I and Brian both dressed up as Princesses and looked super cool and cute in our sun dresses. I packed my dress and I have it hidden in my closet.

Mom suggested I go look and get some socks while she started to get everything rung up.

"I see you found the clearance rack. Now that it's warming up, and the snow is gone, I had to clear out some of the more "winter" type stock, especially the older special needs items. I got the thin bodysuit or sleeper-style pjs coming in soon. I am guessing your son has some nighttime issues. These will make it easy if he needs to be changed. I have many boys, and their parents, that love them. The boys say they are so warm and comfy that they want to wear them all weekend long. The snaps make it easy for the parents to make sure they don't leak, and the rear zipper is a favorite among parents. I have diaper shirts in the back. I keep a large selection on hand, in a wide range of colors, so that the boys that need or want diapers in the day can keep them hidden while at school. Most of them are in the back room, but I do keep a few on display here behind the counter, with other special items for kids that have special needs of any type. If there is something you need or want for your son, let me know. The medical supply store has a good selection of youth diapers, both for daytime and extra thick for nighttime or at home. There are many boys in town that wear them, and there is a boys' wetting support group in town. I highly suggest it. Especially if your son wants to meet other boys like himself, it could help him understand he is not alone, like so many boys feel they are. I wish I had that when I was his age. I stock a few plastic pants, but most parents order the styles they want for their boys. If you need those, or anything else, let me know. I can special order a wide range of clothing for your son. There is a lady in town that makes custom items. Her preteen son has special needs. She makes him a lot of his special clothing and has made stuff for many other families. Her short-alls are always popular for summer."

Just as they were finishing their discussion, I walked up with a pack of socks and placed them on the counter.

My mom paid for the items. I was surprised it was 2 bags worth of clothes but did not pay much attention to it.

We took the clothes out to the car.

I realized that the store next to the clothing store was the medical supply store.

"Max let's go in there. I don't have much in first aid supplies or band-aids, and I want to check out a few other things that might make our lives easier."

We entered the store. Behind the counter was a lady in her 40s. She was doing some inventory or paperwork. A man, about the same age, came walking out with a large box of stock to put out.

"Welcome to No Leaks Medical Supply. Is there something you folks are looking for? If you just want to look around, feel free. I am Sandy, and this is my husband, Bill."

"Thanks. I might have some questions for you in a few minutes, especially about absorbency and sizing issues. But before that, we just moved to town and my first aid supplies are limited. With an energetic 10 yr. old daredevil, I figured I might want to get a few more bandages and supplies for him."

"Great. The bandages and basic first aid supplies are on aisles 3 and 4. The last aisle might be the area you want for his personal care needs. If you need help with sizes or which product is better for different times, uses, and needs, just ask, or flag me down. Families can use the changing room if needed to try on a size to make sure the fit is right, especially for those that need extra protection during the day." Stated Sandy with a very warm caring smile.

Mom and I looked at the first aid supplies. I was carrying a small basket with some band-aids, sterile gauze, hydrogen peroxide, rubbing alcohol, iodine, medical tape, and some self-sticking wrapping in it.

Mom headed to the last aisle. I followed until I saw what was there. I could tell by the look on Mom's face, she was expecting me to complain.

"Mom, what are we doing in this aisle? We don't need any of this." I complained quietly while pointing at the many stacks of different youth and adult diapers.

"I think you do. I think you need some rash cream, lotion, wipes, and some better protection so your new bed stays dry. You are a big boy, and I think if you look at all these diapers, you will see that lots of big kids and adults wear and need them. Your GoodNites leak a few times a week, and I don't want to keep washing your sheets several times a week. I know when they leak, you wake up and have a hard time going back to sleep, and that is not good for you. I think if you go back to diapers at night for a while that it will help you get better sleep. The doctors say that sleep and proper nutrition are the 2 keys to proper growth and development. So maybe better sleep will help you grow bigger, sooner. Please, Maxie, do it for Mommy. Trust me, I know it will help."

I had tears in my eyes, but I nodded my head showing my mom I would do it. After all, I hated waking up in a wet spot, and the GoodNites were kind of rough on my skin. Deep down I missed wearing the Pampers I used to wear until about a year ago when my dad said I was too old to wear diapers unless I wanted to be treated like a baby.

I looked at all the packages of diapers. I saw them in sizes ranging from "youth" which I figured was my size, up to size XXL which surprised me. Some had patterns on them, like kid stuff or big kid stuff, and others were in different colors. I saw some had a Tie-dye pattern on them and I thought they looked cool. I looked at them, Mega Max, but saw the Tie-dye did not go to the X-Small. Other ones were in navy, purple, green, white, and even black.

I saw kid diapers in size 6 and 7, and they had kid cartoons on them. One style even had Paw Patrol on them. I just had to pick that package up to look at them, I had not thought of Paw Patrol in about a year, since the last time my dad bought me a Paw Patrol shirt. I had a fit and got in trouble because I told him I was too old for it and would not wear it.

Mom noticed what I was looking at. She decided to ask Sandy for some help with sizes. She waved and caught Sandy's attention, who came to help with sizing info. She noticed that I was holding the Luvs size 7 with Paw Patrol on them. She smiled, as her boys loved them too when they could wear them, I found out later.

"OK, let's figure out the proper size for this handsome young man." With that said she pulled a cloth tape measure out of her pocket and proceed to measure my waist, around my bottom to see how much bigger it was than my waist, and then ran it between my legs, from the small of my back, down and around my crotch, to my belly button which caused me to blush.

"Based on his measurements, him being very slim, and having a small butt, I would suggest either size 6 or 7 kid's diapers or youth-sized diapers. The Mega Max comes in an X-small, and it's the same as youth. He should fit size 6 because there is very little difference between it and the 7, other than the little bit longer side pieces. Those size 7 Luvs diapers he was looking at should fit him fine. My boys loved how well they fit under their school clothes, so when they wore them to school or scouts no one could tell they were in diapers. The mega max is very thick and absorbent. They will keep him dry for at least 12 hours if not much longer. My boys normally will go from dinner time until after breakfast and still not be in danger of leaking, unless it was movie night, and they drank a lot during the movie. They are great for weekends and travel when the boys can go a long time between changes. My youngest is about his size, so I got several different ones in the changing room that you can look at and see how they feel. The size 7 will fit under his current clothes and I doubt you would be able to look at him and tell he was diapered. My boys run a wetting support group for boys ages 7-16. They meet twice a month. If he is interested, I am sure they would welcome your son. They have over 25 members in the group, but not all make it to each meeting. Most of the boys in the group are ages 8-13, my eldest is 15 and is the oldest in the group currently. He also works part-time in the store after school. The boys meet at our home. We converted the garage into a bonus room, and the boys use it for the meetings so that they have privacy to talk, hang out, and just be boys. In the summer many of them go camping and fishing together."

"You mean there are over 20 boys that are around my age that wet the bed, wear diapers, are friends, and hang out together? Do they do sleepovers and stuff?" I asked because I was surprised to hear there were that many boys like me around here.

"Yes, that is correct, and I know several of the boys do sleepovers. Some of my boys do them too. When they go on scout camp trips, they share tents, so they don't have to worry about the other boys finding out. There are a lot more than 20, I have at least 40 sets of parents that get diapers from us for their kids on a regular basis. Not to mention how many GoodNites they sell at Target and the grocery store. Let me fill you in on a little-known fact. The small-medium size GoodNites sells a lot. But did you know that they sell 5 boys' size small to every 2 girls' size small? I am guessing that is probably what you wear now and are tired of how they leak too much which interferes with your sleep. The large size. They sell 4 packages of boys large, to every 1 in the girls. That means there are a LOT more boys that wet the bed or wear them even during the day, than girls. I have read several studies. They give slightly different numbers, but they are very close. In kids ages 10-11, so 5^th graders, about 1 in 10 wet the bed on a regular basis. When they broke it down by boys and girls the numbers were very different. If took 100 boys and 100 girls, the study said we can expect between 19 and 20 of them to be bedwetters. But out of those 20, only 4-5 were girls so that meant the remaining 15 or so were boys. That means that out of 100 5th-grade boys about 15 wet the bed regularly, which is 15 %. Even more, only wet a few times a week. You are not the only boy that has accidents. You will find that once you accept that diapers are just another kind of underwear, and are for big boys too, you will sleep better and find them to be a lot more comfortable than GoodNites are. Many of the boys that came here and switched to tape-on diapers were scared and worried at first, but after a week or so, they all agree that diapers work a lot better."

"Really?" in a very shy and quiet voice I asked.

"Yes, I promise I am telling you the truth. What grade are you in? And who is your teacher?"

"I'm in 4^th grade. But I haven't started school here yet. My mom told me I start on Monday."

"I know 3 boys in 4^th grade, 2 in 5^th grade, and 2 in 6^th grade, that are in diapers full or part-time during the day and at school. They only use them for wetting. The diapers have helped each of them do much better in school, their grades are better now that they are in diapers at school, instead of pullups or undies, and the risk of having or actually having accidents at school. Remember how I said they have over 25 members in the support group? I know at least 11 or 12 of them wear diapers part or full-time during the day for wetting. Of all the members, only 3 are in high school besides my son. So don't worry about them if you need them at night or during the day. I suggest that you try to get into Mr. Hansen's classroom. He is very good and very understanding. My son had him last year, and he did not allow any teasing or bullying in his class or by his students. I know 2 of the boys in the group have him now."

Sandy then led mom and me to the changing/restroom. On the upper shelf was a wide range of diapers in sizes 6 to medium that were open. She grabbed 2 youth diapers and handed them first to me so I could inspect them. One was a lot thicker than the other. But both were very soft and smooth on the outside. The inside when I ran my fingers over the padding was very soft. Not stiff or scratchy like the GoodNites are. I then handed them to my mom, as Sandy handed me a size 6 and a size 7 kids' diaper. I inspected them. They were clothlike on the outside and I did not hear any crinkling when I moved them. I was surprised at how soft they were. I liked that they both had cartoons on them, like the cartoon undies I am wearing, but they were just thicker.

"I suggest you see how the size 6 fits him. I will send all of these home with you guys to try out. They are the ones my boys wear and prefer. They are happy to share with another boy in need. I will also give you a few websites where you can also get samples of the products. I suggest getting a free sample from Tranquility in the ATN diaper and get some from Northshore Medical, they have the mega max and supreme that are very popular."

"Ok, that's a good idea. Don't want to get any that are too small. How does he get up there, I am not sure I can lift him?"

Before I understood and realized what my mom had said, I was lifted and laid on the changing table by Sandy.

"There you go. There are wipes, lotion, powder, and everything you would need to change him on this shelf. If you need help, let me know. I can leave and give you privacy, if you like, or I can give pointers on changing a big kid, as it's a bit different, especially when you get to the 2 tape diapers. However, one thing is pretty common for boys, no matter how big or old they get, deep down they enjoy their diapers, if they are given the opportunity to do so in a safe and loving atmosphere."

"If you can give me some advice or pointers, I would appreciate it. It's been a little while since I changed a diaper."

With that said mom grabbed my sweatpants and pulled them down to my ankles in one motion. I was embarrassed and reached to cover myself up but had my hands swatted away. Then mom grabbed my Star Wars undies and told me to "lift up". When I did, she slid my undies down to my ankles. Sandy handed her the size 6 diaper with Paw Patrol on it. Mom opened it and then told me to "lift up again". I did, just as I had done for so most nights when I was younger, and mom diapered me before bed. She proceeded to put some lotion on, then powder, and then taped the diaper up. She looked surprised that it fit so well. I found out later that I was wearing the same size diaper when I switched to the GoodNites last year.

Once I was diapered the ladies talked for a minute about rash cream, powders, wipes, and such. While they were doing this, I put my hand on the diaper and felt it. I remembered how safe I felt in my diapers at night and how I felt so loved when my parents diapered me before bed. I guess my smile was noticed by both women.

"It seems he will not give you too many problems when you go to diaper him, based on that smile." Stated Sandy.

"Nope, it seems my big boy, is happy being my diaper boy again."

"You would be surprised how many boys miss their diapers and would happily wear them again if they could do so without being teased or harassed about them by siblings, parents, or friends." Stated Sandy.

"I suggest to all parents, to make sure to have their child in his diaper no less than 1 hour before bed, many parents go at least 2 hours if he is only wearing them at night. It will help him relax more before bed and allow him to get into REM sleep faster and into a deeper sleep. It helps all the boys, especially those that are on the small side or have any type of learning disability."

"Thanks for the suggestion. I think 2 hours will be a great starting point." I heard Mom say.

"Sandy, will these work during the day if he needs them? He has been having some daytime issues lately. The doctors say it's because his bladder is small and underdeveloped, combined with the extra stress he has been under the last few months before we moved. His therapist said that some age regression is common in boys who have suffered abuse. She warned us it could be more than just wetting, including thumb-sucking and other little kid or toddler behaviors. I don't want him to have accidents at school and be teased, as I know that will just end up hurting him a lot more. Any suggestions?"

"These should work fine, but he might need to be checked and or changed at school by the nurse at lunchtime. If he is in thicker diapers, some will last all day. Otherwise, you can add one of these "diaper doublers" into his diaper as it will help it last longer. I normally add one to my son's size 7, and the same with his brothers when they were in size 6 or 7 diapers for school. I will give you a few to try out. These are designed for the big kid diapers, I also carry some for the youth and adult diapers, that work well in them. You might try some plastic pants over them if you are worried about leaks. I also have some extra thick cloth pull-up style training pants. They are almost as thick as a diaper, and I know some parents that use them as a backup diaper at times. I don't know if you have a local doctor yet for him, but if not, I suggest the same one my boys go to. He is very good, and his son was a member of the support group until he went off to college last year. I have his card at the register, and his office is just down the street. Next door, in the boys' clothing store, the owner Kevin stocks diaper shirts and other items for boys in diapers and other needs too, even big kid pacifier keepers and one-piece sleeper PJs with snaps in the crotch and the zipper in the back. We get our onesies from him and sometimes from CBO Baby online, as they carry diaper shirts for kids of all ages and sizes."

"Thanks for the info. I would like to get the doctor's info, I should get him a doctor here, and it would not hurt to have him checked out again since it has been 2 months from the last time he was at his old doctor."

"Mom, can I pull my pants up? I'm getting a cold."

Before my mom could say anything, Sandy reached over and lifted me off the changing table and set me on my feet.

"There you go, now you can pull your undies up over your diapers and then your sweatpants. After all, you are a big boy, right." Said Sandy with a smile.

I smiled, then pulled up my clothes and was ready to go in short order.

"Max, do those fit well and feel good? If so, I will get a package of them to try out for the next few days, and we can try the samples too, then whatever ones you like best we can get, or if you like several of them, we can get you what you like and then you would have a choice of what to wear."

"Yeah, they fit good. It feels kind of weird to be in a diaper during the day, but they feel good. I think they will be better than the GoodNites for sure."

With that, Sandy grabbed a bag and placed about a dozen diapers in it, so we had several samples to try out. She explained what each diaper was to my mom, but I was not paying much attention. Then she showed my mom the different lotions, creams, powders, wipes, and other accessories. My mom picked out a small bottle of each item. As she was doing this, I guess she saw that there were pacifiers and bottles in sizes for bigger kids. She was surprised but picked up a pacifier and looked at it.

"You would be surprised how many boys like them. I have some that come in just to get them, especially the preteens and teens. A lot of parents get them just to help calm and soothe their boys, especially those with ADHD or Anxiety issues. They work wonders to keep kids in the back seat from arguing and fighting on longer car trips. They seem to help many boys to sleep better they claim. My boys have several each and use them often. My eldest always has his in his mouth when he is doing schoolwork. It helps him focus on what he is doing for longer periods of time. My middle boy uses his when he reads and sometimes at night too. My youngest sleeps with his nightly and will use it when doing his homework or playing games. That is why I started carrying them in sizes for bigger kids. I am selling a lot more than I ever thought I would. I have bottles at home for my boys, they sometimes will ask for them, when they are stressed out or just want some extra attention and love from me or my husband. It's also great anytime they are sick, so they can get lots of fluids while in bed."

"I never thought of that. Max has been under a lot of stress the past 9 months or so, and the last 5 have been very hard on him, and part of the reason we moved, so the 2 of us can start over fresh. A pacifier might be good to help with his anxiety and fears, especially since these are clearly not for babies. They have big boy stuff on them. Do you have a Star Wars or Harry Potter one?"

"Those both are very popular, along with dragons, Pokemon, and Minions. I am pretty low on stock right now. They should be in tomorrow or early next week. I only have Pikachu, Minions, turtles, clown fish, Princess, and unicorns right now. Sorry."

"That Minion one is cute. I'll take it. Can you save me a Harry Potter and Star Wars one so I can get him at least one of them? They are his favorite. I was surprised when we painted his room, that he did not pick the colors of Gryffindor."

"My boys are the same. Especially my 11-year-old, he is all Harry Potter. My 8-year-old is big on Minions and Pokemon. The funny thing is I got the princess pacifier for my eldest son's boyfriend last year. I have had many other boys get one since then. It's a simple bit of expression it seems where boys can explore other feelings."

I was too busy looking at the different packages of diapers and even the big boy pull-ups to pay attention to what the ladies were talking about. I noticed there were plastic pants with Pokemon and Minions on them. They looked really cool. I wonder if I asked my mom if she would buy one for me to try out, or would she think I was just being a big baby? I was too scared to ask for it now, maybe later, especially if they had Harry Potter ones.

With the first aid supplies, the package of size 6 diapers, the change supplies, and the cute big boy pacifier, all paid for, we took it and the samples out to the car.

Once we got home, we unloaded the car. I took my fishing gear to my room so I could put it in my tackle box later tonight and I put the map on my corkboard. Mom got all his new clothes ready to be washed. She took and put the diaper change supplies in her room for now. After all, if she is going to change me, it's best to do it on her bed for now. That way when I have friends and they come over, they won't see them in my room. When I can change myself, then they will be kept in my dresser or closet.

"Mom, can I go explore now?"

"Yes Maxie, you can. It's almost 3 pm. I would like you to be home about 5, no later than 5:30. Understood? Make sure to take a sweatshirt with you so you don't get cold."

I grabbed my favorite hoodie, Gryffindor, and headed out the door. I set my watch alarm to go off at 4:50, so that way I would not be late. I never thought about the fact that I was wearing a diaper under my sweatpants.

I was busy wandering around and checking out the neighborhood. I had just gotten to the park and was checking out the swings when I saw some boys coming toward me. They all had backpacks, so I figured they were coming back from school.

Just before they got to the center of the park, they split off and waved to each other. 3 boys went one way, while 2 boys continued towards me.

One of the boys was about the same size as I am and the other looked about the same size as Brian.

"Hi," I said to them as they got near me.

"Hi," they said in reply.

"Are you new here? Or homeschooled? I've never seen you before, and I have lived here for the last 5 years." Said the larger boy.

"I just moved here with my mom. My name is Max. I start school on Monday."

"Nice to meet you, Max. I'm Matty, and this is my little brother Dylan. How old are you and what grade are you in?"

"I'm 10, and in 4^th grade," I replied while still sitting on the swing.

"Cool. I'm 9, but I'm in 4^th grade too. Dylan is 7 and in 1^st grade. Where do you live?"

I pointed to my house which was visible from where we were.

"Really, you moved into Billy's old house. He was Dylan's best friend. We did not see you move in. We live 2 doors away. We are the dark red house with the white garage door. Our Uncle is your neighbor on the other side. He is really nice, and he does a lot of stuff with us since our dad is gone."

"My dad is gone now too. It's just me and Mom, that is one of the reasons why she wanted to move. I lived in Nebraska and it's really flat there with lots of farms. This is so different but neat too. I love fishing and I want to try fishing some of the streams around here once I get my bike fixed."

We talked for a few more minutes before Matty said they had to go home and check in. He invited me to come with them, so I did. In fact, I spent the rest of the afternoon talking with them. Dylan was really quiet but was really nice, Matty was the talker of the group. Each of the boys had their own room. I got the full tour.

When I sat on Dylan's bed, I heard a slight plastic rustle sound, which I knew to be the sound a plastic or rubber sheet makes. I knew that sound all too well. I did not say anything and just kept smiling at the boys as they talked. The only things I commented on were the "cool Paw Patrol bedspread" that Dylan had, combined with the matchbox cars he had all over the room. The brothers seemed happy I did not seem to notice the rubber sheet on the bed.

Then Matty showed me his room. It had lots of superhero posters on the wall, and Minions all over his bed. When we sat on his bed, I heard the rustle of a plastic or rubber sheet again, but I still said nothing. We talked about what there was to do in the area, and about school. I learned that Matty was in Mr. Hansen's class. Matty told me that they had 2 open desks in the classroom, and one was next to him. I thought we were quickly becoming good friends.

As Matty and I were playing Legos, Dylan came in and wanted to play Legos too. We let him and he was super excited. Only then did I realize I really needed to go pee. I remembered I was wearing a diaper and was worried because I did not think I should wet it, but I couldn't use the bathroom with it on. While we played, I could not hold it anymore, so I relaxed and started to pee. I felt the diaper get really warm and softer too. I was worried it would leak, but the diaper held it all. I knew it swelled up, but no one noticed. I even heard my pee going into the diaper, but the others didn't, so maybe it was just me being worried. Once I was done peeing, I started moving around more, getting more Legos, and playing like the others were.

When my alarm went off, I told them I had to leave soon. When I stood up to get my shoes, Dylan walked over to me and said, "Thanks for being nice to me. Some of the other boys Matty hangs out with pick on me. But you are really nice." There was a small tear leaking down his cheek.

"Dylan, you are a very nice boy. Your brother is lucky to have such a cool little brother. I bet you miss your friend a lot. I know how that is. My cousin was my best friend for as long as I can remember, and when I moved, it broke my heart. I get picked on a lot too because I am small. Shoot we are about the same size. But I learned that if a person is going to be mean or pick on you, it's not your fault. It's that person's fault that they are angry inside and can't accept a person for who they are. They are the ones that need help because they are the grumpy ones that are basically a sad hurting person. It's never okay to bully anyone, and I am sure your brother would never let his friends bully you. The most important job of the big brother is to look out for and protect his little brother. The only one allowed to pick on the little brother is the big brother. My uncle taught me and my cousin that." Then I gave Dylan a hug.

I guess Dylan was shocked at how nice I was and what I was saying. He was caught off guard when I hugged him. But he liked it and missed getting hugs, so he hugged me back. It seems this made Matty a little jealous, but he did not understand why. As I was letting go of Dylan, I whispered in his ear, "Lots of boys have a special sheet on their bed. Don't worry I won't tell anyone, and I will never tease you guys about that. I know how it feels."

It took Dylan a second to fully process what I had said to him, as he had a look of shock on his face. Matty was wondering what Max said to his brother which made him look so shocked and scared. Just as he was about to ask, he saw Dylan change and started to smile, and his whole face looked happy.

"Thanks Max, maybe you can sleep over, or we can camp out in our backyard. You are so cool." Said an excited Dylan.

Matty was shocked. Only one friend of his friends ever slept over, and that was because he had the same problem at night. A few of the other boys won't hang with him anymore, because he leaked at scout camp and his tent mate told everyone he wet his sleeping bag like a big baby last summer. Why was Dylan asking the new boy to sleep over, especially when we had just met? It turns out he asked his little brother about it after I left.

I said bye and headed home. It was agreed that when the boys got home from school if they did not see me tomorrow at the park, they would come and knock on my door.

When I got home, I told my mom about the 2 brothers I met, and that they lived 2 doors away. She seemed happy that I found a friend about my age, and in my grade at school. After I told her about playing with Legos, I told her that I heard the sound of a plastic sheet on each of their beds when we sat on them. I am pretty sure they are bedwetters too. We talked more about it for a few minutes. Then I dropped the bombshell.

"Mom, my diaper is really wet. I had to go pee at their house and did not know what to do, so I just wet the diaper. I wet a lot, but it held it all. Can you change me please?"

"Sure, Maxie no worries. After all, that is what your diaper is for. However, if you are wearing a diaper and need to go poop, please tell me so you can use the potty. I don't want to change poopy diapers again if I can avoid it. Ok?" This made me blush, but I nodded my agreement.

Mom took me to her room and then removed my sweatpants and undies. She had me lay back on her bed, while she got the changing supplies. She got a fresh diaper out. She got the extra thick one that Sandy had said her boys often wore from dinner time to breakfast. She got me out of my very wet size 6 diaper and then used a few wipes to clean my diaper area. She slid the dry diaper under me and then applied rash cream, lotion, and powder to my diaper area. I was embarrassed because I got a stiffy, just like I did when I was little when she put lotion and cream on me. She pulled the much thicker and larger diaper up between my legs. She pointed my stiffy down and fastened the tapes. This thicker diaper makes me look more like a toddler than the size 6 kid's diaper did. Mom said she thought it would easily last until after breakfast. Maybe until we leave for my appointment with my new therapist.

Once it was on, mom noticed I was feeling the front of this diaper. My eyes were closed, but I had a smile on my face. "How does it feel Maxie?"

"It's thicker than the other diaper was, but it's super soft. It feels different but better, I think. Why did you put a diaper on me again?"

"Well, two reasons. The first and main reason was you asked me to change you, not to just remove your wet diaper. I figured that meant you wanted to wear or try another diaper, or maybe that wearing the diaper made you feel safer or was helping you with all the stress you are putting on yourself. The second reason is this diaper was the one Sandy said her boys can wear from dinner time at night until after breakfast the next morning and still have room before it leaks. This should last you until after breakfast at least. Maybe even until you have to get ready for your appointment tomorrow. I think the diapers will help you relax and not be as stressed out. Besides, I think we should watch a movie after dinner, and since you are in a diaper, you won't have to get up to go pee and miss parts of the movie every 30 or 45 minutes, like you normally do. So, give this one a try tonight."

I blushed a little as my mom explained it to me. I guess I kind of did want to wear another one. That is why I asked to be changed without even thinking about it. "Ok Mommy," I said before I even realized I had just called my mom, "Mommy" which I had not done since I stopped wearing diapers at night. Big boys did not call their parents Mommy or Daddy when they were my age. My dad had told me that the night he told me that if I kept wearing diapers, then I would be a big baby and not a big boy. Big Boys can wear bedwetter pants, not diapers. From then on, I only wore GoodNites.

Mom and I sit and talk at least once a week to see if anything is bugging me or if I have concerns or questions about stuff. I learned later when Mom and I talked about stuff that happened or we were concerned about each week, that she had heard me slip and call her Mommy. It made her heart skip a beat, and she smiled a big smile. I remember the smile and then her giving me a hug and a kiss on my forehead. Then she said, "I Love You Maxie!" Next, she gave me a raspberry on my belly which made me laugh. Mom used to do that a lot when she diapered me at night. While I was laughing, which was something I have not done very often lately, she started to tickle me. I guess, I needed to laugh, and a good tickle would help. She tickled me until I said I had to go pee. She stopped, looked at me, and said, "You're wearing a diaper, so it's okay to pee it." She tickled me more until I peed the diaper and was hyperventilating. Then she stopped and pulled me up into a big hug. The hug was something we both needed, and it lasted several minutes.

"Honey, I got you some new Pjs at that store. I washed them and your other new clothes. They are in the dryer and should be dry soon. How about you wear just your diapers for now until they are ready, and then you can try them on? I think you will like them."

"Ok. Do you want me to take my shirt off too?"

"Yeah, let's take your shirt off. It's warm in here, so you should be fine. You can leave your socks on, so your toes stay warm when you walk on the wood floor. Besides, I think you are adorable in your diaper, and I bet you are even more adorable when you are in just your diaper. It reminds me of when you were younger and my little boy. I remember how you use to snuggle on my lap when we watched tv and you would suck on your thumb or that purple pacifier you loved so much. You had your Sharky cuddled to you."

"Yeah, Sharky was so soft. He kept me safe at night. When I had him, I didn't have bad dreams, and the monsters could not hurt me at night. Then dad took him away from me. After that, the monsters started to hurt me." I said as I started to cry, from all the sad and bad memories that came rushing back to me.

"That monster will never hurt you again, Sweetie, I promise you that! You are safe now. I love you, Maxie. I always will no matter what. You are my little boy and I love you for who you are, not for what I or others think you should be or do. I love you and want you to be happy. Never forget that. I love you and don't care about your diapers or your wetting problems. I think maybe the diapers will help you heal from the pain and hurt you have suffered over the last year. If you wear them for a few months or many years, I don't care. I will change you whenever you need or want me to, and if you wear them when you are older, I will teach you to change yourself so you can do it when you want to, but your Mommy will change her little boy, whenever he needs it. It's what a loving mommy does, especially for her cute little diaper boy." Mom said as she was trying not to cry.

"Thanks Mommy. I love you. I hope it will be nice here and the other boys will be friendly and not pick on me or tease me. Matty seems nice and so does his little brother. I hope others are too."

With that said, I started to take off my shirt, but mom grabbed the base of it and started to pull it up, and off. I just let go of the shirt and lifted up my arms. My actions were instinct, just like I had done for so many years when my mom and dad helped me get dressed and then would help me get undressed and changed at night for even more years.

Once my shirt was off, we headed out to the family room. I saw myself in the mirror. I thought I looked cute. I wonder if Brian would like me looking like this. Maybe this summer when he visits, I can show him. In the back of my mind, I realized that I looked like a large toddler again, especially with such a thick diaper that was harder to walk in.

I watched tv for the next hour while mom worked on dinner. I noticed that mom grabbed her phone and took a few pictures of me sitting and later laying on the sofa in just my diaper. She said she wanted to preserve this moment and thought that her sister Karen might like to see it back home. I was scared of what Brian would think of me. Mom said she would ask Aunt Karen not to show them to Brian. Just before dinner was ready, she went and got my new sleeper from the dryer. It was still toasty warm. Just like she used to do for me in the winter on bath nights, warm my pjs in the dryer so they were warm for me after I finished my bath as a treat.

She brought out the sleeper. Instead of just giving it to me to put it on, she unzipped it and then held it out so she could help me put it on, just like she used to. This one was different from the other sleepers I had worn because the zipper was in the back, and not the front. Once I realized what Mom was doing, I happily let her help me put the sleeper on. It was warm and the softest sleeper I have ever felt. It had dragons on it, like the ones from Harry Potter so I was extra happy because it was cool looking and super comfy. Mom zipped up the back and I liked how soft and warm it was. I just felt safe and loved.

We had a good dinner and once the dishes were done, including the new pacifier mom got me, I found out a little later, then mom would be ready for the movie. But first, she had to take care of a few things and would be back in a few minutes. I continued reading while I waited for more. It turned out she went to get a few things for Me that she had dug up earlier today. She grabbed the pacifier she had gotten me earlier today. Next, she went to her room and got the box out of her closet she found earlier while I was out exploring. The box had a half-empty bag of diapers from when my dad said no more diapers.

The stuff in this box was the stuff dad took from my room that Saturday almost a year ago. Along with the diapers in the box, were several stuffed animals. These were the ones I used to sleep with on my bed and sometimes play with like dolls. Mom took out my Sharky, grabbed a soft throw blanket, and came out to the sofa. I had gotten up and was coming back with a glass of juice, as mom sat down on the sofa.

I picked out the movie. Mom was very shocked that it was not a Harry Potter or Star Wars movie. I picked out the Minions, and I saw mom smile. Once she sat down and settled on the sofa, I cuddled up to her. She was stretched out and asked if I wanted to snuggle and cuddle on her lap like I used to do. This made me blush, but it also made me smile and I bashfully nodded my head yes. She had me sit on her lap with my back up to the arm of the sofa. Then we started the movie. I was half watching it and half just enjoying being held by my mommy like she used to do with me.

After a few minutes, Mommy took the pacifier and put it in my mouth. I resisted a bit for a second but then opened up and took it into my mouth. Once I realized what it was, I looked up at her kind of funny. She said "It's Minions, so it matches the movie. Sorry, it's not purple." I smiled, took it out of my mouth, looked at it, and said, "It's cool that it's Minions," and then put it back in my mouth and started sucking on it. A few minutes later mom grabbed Sharky and put him in my arm. Without even realizing it, I was holding Sharky as I had for so many years.

It was a funny part of the movie, so I was more interested in the movie at the moment, but I soon realized I was holding something. When I saw it was Sharky, I was shocked. I was so happy I started to cry. I pulled Sharky up to my face and cuddled him. I took out my pacifier and said "I missed you so much Sharky. The monsters hurt me because daddy took you away. I know I'm safe now that I got you again." I gave Sharky a kiss and put my pacifier back in my mouth while I held him tightly. I hugged and held on to Sharky as I cuddled into mom. I was asleep in just a few minutes.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of pancakes. It was later than I normally wake up. I opened my eyes and realized I was on the sofa in front of the tv. My new pacifier was still in my mouth and I had Sharky in my arms. I lay there for a few minutes just feeling safe and loved. As I got up, I noticed how wet my diaper was. I was very glad I was wearing a thick diaper because the GoodNites would have leaked all over if I wet them this much. My diaper was very heavy and super thick. So thick, that I could not close my legs all the way. It took me a second to get up off the sofa. I still had my pacifier and Sharky, as I waddled into the kitchen.

Mom turned and saw me coming into the kitchen. I was waddling like a toddler in a very thick and wet diaper.

"You look so cute, with your pacifier and Sharky". I don't think I looked 10. I figured I looked more like a 4-year-old. After all, I'm about the size of a large 4- or 5-year-old or average 6-year-old. Mom was smiling at me.

"Max, I think this is good for you. You look happy and adorable. I haven't seen you look this happy and relaxed in many months. I think being like this will help you heal and grow into the person you are meant to be. I am betting you are very wet, based on how you are walking or more accurately waddling. Let me check your diaper to make sure it will last thru breakfast."

I waddled over to mom. She felt the front of my diaper, and then the back. It was very wet, but she felt it would last for a while longer. She had me sit in the chair, then she opened a few of the snaps in my crotch to give my soggy diaper a real look. I had no idea about the snaps in the crotch of these pjs. I never noticed them when mom helped me put them on. Knowing there were snaps in the crotch area made me blush because those are on toddler clothes normally so parents could change the little kid's diaper easier. After mom felt it and even put a finger inside the leg area of my diaper, she was pretty sure I was only about 75% full, so I had at least one more major wetting in it without a problem so it would last for a while.

Mom snapped the crotch closed and said, "Maxie, your diaper is very wet, but it will hold at least one more wetting. So, if you need to go pee, just use your diaper. But let me know after you do so we can determine if you need to get showered and changed then or if you can wait and watch tv some more before your appointment. I'm positive if you had wet that much in your GoodNites, you would have leaked all over the sofa, your new PJs, and even Sharky. We don't want Sharky getting wet, so I think the diapers will help him and you stay dry."

I nodded, as I was still sucking on my Minions pacifier. I took it out when Mom set a plate of pancakes in front of me.

We had a good breakfast. They were blueberry pancakes which is one of my favorites.

About an hour later, Mom called me to the kitchen table where she was sitting. We talked about the day for a minute, then she walked with me to his room so I could get out of this soaked diaper. She followed me up the stairs. She held back a laugh as she watched me waddle to the stairs and then waddle with bowed legs up the stairs just like a toddler in a super soggy diaper would.

Once in my room, she took Sharky and put him on the bottom bunk. Then the pacifier went on the shelf/nightstand next to my bed. Next, she unzipped and removed my sleeper. Once it was off, we were both shocked at how thick the diaper was. It was very yellow and very wet. She took her phone and took a few pictures of me in this very wet diaper. I blushed but let my mom do it. I knew she would never show them to anyone that would tease me about it. I looked at myself in the mirror as I turned around. I looked like a toddler, especially with how thick and wet my night diaper was. However, I did not feel ashamed but instead felt happy because I knew my mommy loved me and would not be mean to me or hurt me like my father did.

Mom pulled off the tapes on one side, then the other. She let the diaper fall to the ground with a loud plop. She gave my butt a gentle swat and sent me in to get a shower. She picked up the diaper and rolled it into itself.

While I was in the bathroom, mom proceeded to set out the clothes she thought I should wear today. She took out my new skimpy red undies, the new Harry Potter Shirt, and a pair of jeans. Then a pair of white ankle socks completed the outfit.

"Max, do you want me to towel you off when you're done, or are you going to do that.?" Turns out, mom was thinking about toweling me off like she used to do, but decided since I am a big boy, I can dry myself, unless I ask for help. If it was an evening bath, and I wanted to be dried off before my diaper, or I looked stressed out, that was different.

"Thanks Mom, but I can do it. I'm a big boy, don't worry."

I got all cleaned up, and when I entered my room, I saw that mom had set out my outfit for the day on my bed like she did when I was little. I'm a big boy, I can pick out his own clothes so it frustrated me, but then I thought it was nice of mom to help me today since I should look really nice for my appointment and the principal at my new school. I got dressed in what mom set out, then headed downstairs.

"Mom, can we take my bike to the bike shop before I go see the therapist, please?"

"That is the plan Max. Your appointment is at 11:30, and it's for an hour. I figured since it's not quite 10:30 yet, we can load your bike and then go drop it off first. According to the map, her office is in the medical building that is about a block down the street, so it's close by. This time I will wait for you just in case you or the doctor want to talk to me. Then we will grab lunch. After lunch, we need to go to your school to finish the paperwork. We need to get some groceries today too."

"Thanks Mom, you're the best" and I gave mom a big hug.

"By the way Mom, thanks for setting out my clothes. But I'm a big boy, I can pick out my clothes, OK. I don't mind today because I know I need to look good for the appointment. But can you please let me be a big boy and pick out my clothes for school and stuff? I'm 10 after all. I know I'm small and look like a toddler when I am in my diaper, but I am not a baby and don't want to be one. I like being a big boy."

"I know sweety. However, I figured since I was in your room, and had put away all your new clothes I knew where stuff was and wanted you to look good for the therapist and when you meet the staff at the school. I know you are a big boy, but you will always be my little boy, no matter how old you get."

"Now let's get your bike loaded in the car and take it to the Bike Doctor, so it can get its checkup, and all fixed up," mom said with a laugh. This made me smile and laugh. It was funny but true because the bike was hurt, and the repair shop was going to get it all fixed up just like a doctor would. I just hope he does not try to give it a shot.

We struggled to get the bike loaded in the trunk of the small 4-door sedan. It was not designed to hold a bike.

We got my bike to the bike shop. Mr. Ben had the list of what we talked about all set out. He had an old bike on the repair rack.

"Mr. Ben, that is an old bike, what are you doing to it?"

"Hi Max, I fix old bikes and donate them to kids that need a bike, and the family can't afford one. Some are in our small town; some are in the other towns around here. This one is for a boy that is in foster care and wants a bike, but his foster family is having a tough time, so I am fixing it up and going to give it to him. The family is really nice, and they care about the kids they take in. My son's friend was with them for a while and said how kind and loving they were and how all the foster kids were treated the same, like their kids, not a pest taking up space as some places had treated him. They came in yesterday not long after you left. The little boy asked if I had any bikes for $10 that he could buy because he had saved up his money for a while and wanted to buy his own bike, even if it was old and not the best. Kerry, the foster mom, tried to tell him bikes cost a lot more than that, but he insisted on coming into the store, just in case. I hope to get this fixed up for him over the next day or 2, so I can surprise him with it. I told him I would call if I got any bikes, he could afford. I know if he spends his money on it, he will take even better care of it than most boys would. So, I will sell him the bike and a helmet for $10."

"Wow, that's so cool you are doing that. Those tires look pretty worn out. They look the same size as mine. If mine will work on it, instead of saving them as spares, can I give them to you to help on his bike? I think the red tires will look good with the red hand grips on it."

"Young man, that is very kind and generous of you. I would be very happy to do that. I agree those tires will look a lot better than the ones I was going to put on, and I am sure he would love them. It will make his bike more special because he will be the only one in town with red tires that I know of. Thank you."

With that all done, the paperwork was taken care of, and I left my bike in Ben's very competent hands. We would pick it up later. Ben said he would send my mom a text when it was done.

We got to the therapist early, mom got the large amount of paperwork filled out and had everything taken care of a few minutes before my appointment.

At 11:30, a man walked out with a teenager and told him to have a great weekend and that he would see him in 2 weeks. Then the boy went out the door and into a waiting SUV, no doubt his parents so they could get him back to school.

"Maxwell, I am Dr. Johnson. It is nice to meet you, young man." The man said as he put his hand out to shake my hand.

"Hi, nice to meet you sir. I don't like Maxwell anymore. I prefer Max, please call me that."

"I'm sorry Max, of course, whatever you prefer. So why don't we go in here and talk in private for a while." And with that, he escorted Max into his office.

We talked for the next hour. I was very reserved and refused to talk about some things. I guess Dr. Johnson had read the file from my old therapist, the police report, and the statements my uncle, aunt, and mom had written about how worried they were about me and how I am holding everything in. My old therapist mentioned this before and said that her notes would be read by my new therapist when my mom told her who it was.

Dr. Johnson knew it would take time to build up trust with the boy, but he wanted me to know that anything I wanted to keep private would be just between us. He would not tell my mom if I did not give permission to him to do so. I liked that, and it made me feel a little better about him.

I was feeling the need to pee but figured I could hold it until we were done since it was only a few more minutes. I was doing fine, however, when the doctor asked about my nightmares and the green monster, it scared me and kind of put me into a state of fear and panic. Then to make it worse, my bladder let loose, and I peed myself as a baby does. I felt my pants get warm and wet, and started to cry from embarrassment. At first, Dr. Johnson thought it was the question that caused me to cry. After all, he saw the facial expression change, and I guess my body language and posture changed to one of fear. He tried to comfort my fears then, but that was only part of it. Quickly he realized I had wet myself.

"Max, it's ok. Many other kids have had accidents because of the fear or pain of the memories when we talk about them. It's not a big deal. I know you have been having accidents lately. Are they getting worse or are they stopping?"

It took me a moment to get his sobs under control before I could answer. "They are getting worse. I hate wetting my pants like a big baby. I'm a big boy, and big boys don't pee their pants. It's bad enough that I wet the bed every night, but now I'm wetting myself in the days sometimes. Mom got me a pacifier and I liked sucking on it. It felt safe, but big boys are not supposed to use a pacifier. I'm so mixed up and confused." With that, Max sobbed even more.

"You are a big boy Max, lots of big boys have accidents, after all, accidents just happen. Big boys can wet their pants. You go to school, ride your bike, read, play video games, go fishing, and build stuff with Legos. These are all things big boys do. Babies can't do any of those. Just because you have accidents or like to suck on a pacifier does not make you a baby. Even if you needed or wanted diapers, you would still be a big boy. I have several boys I see that are your age or older, and they wear diapers, and they are not babies. I know a few of them also like the comfort a pacifier gives them, and they have a teddy bear or stuffed animal they like to cuddle and sleep with. One is a very popular player on the High School Football team. I promise you, Max, you are a big boy. Don't worry about this, as we work through your hurt, feelings, pain, anger, and other feelings you will get better, and normally your accidents will become fewer and less often. It's very common for boys that have been through what you went through to act like younger boys and desire to have the things that made them feel safe and loved when they were younger before they were hurt. It's a form of regression caused by severe emotional trauma or stress. I bet there are over 100,000 boys that have the same feelings, if not more. It will pass over time as we work through your feelings, pain, and emotions. I will work with you and help you get through this Max. Now your time is up, so let's go talk to your mom and she can get you home and into dry clothes."

Mom did not seem shocked to see I was upset and crying when I came out of the office. After all it was not too uncommon from dealing with the abuse, and some of the other issues they say I have pent up, like the hurt from being bullied at school, and that my cousins, who are younger than me are bigger than me mostly.

However, she was shocked to see my jeans were very wet in the crotch. It was clear I had peed my pants. Mom realized that it might be wise to keep a small bag in the car with a change of clothes and a few diapers for me, in case I have accidents when we are out and about away from the house.

Mom gave me a big hug and held me so I would calm down. She set his appointment for next week, at what will be his normal time, 3:30 on Thursday, so right after school. Then mom guided me out to the car, as I was still crying. Once out in the car, mom checked to see how wet I was. My jeans and undies were very wet, but my shirt, socks, and shoes were fine.

Mom buckled me into my Ford Racing booster seat.

I was shocked that they were stopping at a store and not going home. I figured mom just wanted to get me more diapers since I pissed myself again. But when she opened the door, unbuckled me, and told him to come with her, I resisted.

"Please Mommy, I don't want others to see my wet pants and think I am a big baby. Please Mommy, no. I'm sorry I peed my pants again. Spank me instead of letting others see me as a big baby." Max said crying.

"Max Sweetie, you are not in trouble or being punished. But I need you to do as I ask, please don't fight me. You are not a baby, you are a big boy, and no one here will tease you. I want to get you out of those wet clothes. I can get you cleaned up here, and get you some dry pants next door, or some new shorts. Trust me. No other kids will see you right now, they are all in school. Sandy is a mom and has boys in diapers. She was there yesterday when I changed you, so it's no big deal for her. Please, Maxie, be the big boy I know you are, and trust me."

I gave in to Mom's request and climbed out of the car. She took my hand, like when I was 5, and led me into the store. Sandy was putting stock away. She said "Hi" and then noticed I had wet pants.

"Do you mind if we use your changing room again? He had a very rough appointment with his new therapist. We need to get lunch and then to his school to get the last of the paperwork done so he can start on Monday."

"No problem. You are not the first of my clients that have stopped and asked to use the changing room. I have even had a few boys stop in and ask to use it while out shopping or going fishing because they needed to get changed before they leaked. Help yourself and grab whatever diapers you need."

"Thanks, you're a lifesaver. By the way, that thick diaper you suggested, the Mega Max, is a very absorbent diaper. It lasted Max from about 5 last night until 10 this morning. I am very impressed, and it still looked like it could hold more."

"Yeah, it is one of the most absorbent diapers that are on the market, especially in kid's sizes. My boys wear them a lot. They will wear them in the day if they have baggy shorts or pants on over them, or their overalls."

Mom took me to the changing room and got me out of my wet clothes. She put them in one of the plastic bags that were in a holder. Once I was cleaned up, she looked to see what diaper would be best for me.

"Max, do you want the kid's diaper again, or do you want that extra soft one you wore last night? I will get you some shorts to go over whatever one you pick. I think the thicker one might be best."

"OK, if you think it's best. But what about at school? What if other kids see it?"

"I have an idea to help prevent that. I think the clothing store had some diaper shirts in your size, so we can get a few of them and they will help hide your diaper. If your tee shirt pulls up, the diaper shirt will look like an undershirt and hide the top of the diaper from everyone."

With that mom got a mega max out for me. She chuckled a bit that her son Max was wearing a Mega Max big kids' diaper. She saw some of the diaper doublers that Sandy showed her. She added one to my diaper before she pulled it up and taped it on me. She put a few more diapers and doublers in a sack, to take with me later, I guess.

I hopped down off the table. I put my shoes back on. But I didn't want to walk around in just my shirt and a diaper just in case someone saw me. I finally agreed and followed her out of the changing room.

"Max, you are so adorable in that diaper. That Harry Potter shirt goes with it perfectly. Do you like Harry Potter?

"Yeah, it's my favorite movie series and book series. It's so cool how Harry and his friends help others and defeat evil and those that hurt others. They are my Heroes." I said with a smile.

"I just got in some special big boy Harry Potter items. My middle son is a huge fan too. If you would like one, I will give it to you, as long as you promise to use it and enjoy it."

"Really, if it's Harry Potter, I will use it, no matter what it is. I promise to use it and take care of it." I said excitedly, forgetting I was standing in a store in just a very thick diaper and my shirt that did not hide it at all.

Sandy reached under the counter and grabbed the pacifier and bottle she had set aside earlier for Stacy. She took them and handed them to me. She seemed to be watching my face to gauge my expression and feelings, I think.

I looked at the pacifier and smiled. Anyone could easily tell I would use and enjoy it. Then I looked at and examined the oversized baby bottle. It had the Gryffindor logo on one side and "Harry Potter" on the other. It looked cool, so I started to smile as I was holding it and then looking at the nipple. Sandy knew I would use and enjoy them as much as her boys do.

"Your mom will need to wash out your new bottle. I stock other ones too. I think they are doing a "Make-your-own custom bottle" at the next diaper support group meeting, so you might want to make sure you are there for it on Tuesday night from 6 to 8. I have a hot water tap here that is hot enough to clean the pacifier so you can enjoy it now if you want. I can clean it quickly for you, but you have to promise me to keep it in your mouth for at least 10 minutes so it will adjust to your mouth. Is that a deal?"

"Really, WICKED!! Okay, that's a deal. Do you ever get any with Ron on it? I like both Ron and Harry the most. But Dobby the House Elf and Colin Creevy are both really cool too."

"I will see if I can get some with Ron on them. If I can, I will let your mom know and set one aside to make sure you get one. I have some Han Solo and Obi-Wan bottles and pacifiers coming in next week if you like Star Wars."

"Wicked. They are so cool. Mom, can we get that next week, please.?"

"If you will use it, I will be happy to get it for you, but you have to use it. Maybe they will have some sippy cups too. That would be much easier for you when you are playing Legos and moving all over the floor. How many times did you knock over your juice the last few months?"

"I will use it, I promise. I didn't knock it over on purpose. But a Star Wars or Harry Potter anti-spill cup would be wicked cool."

Mom grabbed 2 packages of mega max diapers and the 2 bags from the changing room. Then we went out the door. We dropped the stuff in the car and walked to the clothing shop. I was sucking on my paci and only realized I was outside in just a shirt and diaper when I felt the cool air on my thighs.

Once we entered the clothing shop, Mom said, "Kevin, we need some help. Max needs some shorts that will hide his diaper, and maybe a pair of jeans too. If you got some diaper shirts, I think he will need a few of them too."

"No worries, let's get you all taken care of, okay Max? Follow me. I keep the special clothes on racks that I can roll out as needed, or you can look at them in the back room. Pick out some onesies and have him wear one. I am not sure about jeans, because the ones I would suggest are low in stock, and I think his size is out. But I do have some very popular overalls, that work well hiding diapers and are comfy. I will grab you a pair of shorts that I think will work best. They have long legs and an overly large cut on the butt and crotch, so they are perfect for any boy that wears diapers for any reason. I think a gray pair would go well with his outfit."

With that, Mom and I started to look through the racks of special clothes. We found 5 onesies. 2 white, 1 lite gray, 1 green, and 1 blue. Mom pointed out other clothes to me, that she thought were cute, like a sailor suit, overall shorts, a body suit in multi colors, a romper that went from my knees up, and a bib that said "Diaper Boy". I was not sure I liked some of them, because they would make me look just like a toddler or baby. Mom found 2 more sleepers she liked that I thought were cool too. They had a zipper in the back which she liked, so she got them too. The back zipper is ok, but I can't take them off if I want to, so I'm not sure I want all my sleepers like that. Kevin came back with a pair of overalls and some gray shorts. Mom liked them both, and they fit me very well. They had room for growth, but not so big they fell off or looked bad. With Mom's help, I put on the gray onesie, grey shorts, and then my Harry Potter tee shirt. When I was re-dressed, and I looked in the mirror I could not tell I was wearing such a thick diaper. The only issue I had was it was kind of hard to walk normally in it, because of what mom added to it. However, the more I walked in it, the better I adjusted to it. If anyone noticed, they would not suspect I was in a thick diaper. If anyone noticed, they would assume I had a sore or injured leg or ankle.

Mom got me an extra pair of shorts in blue and then paid for everything.

"If you guys need anything else, let me know. By the way Max, I have a lot of parents and boys that come in here to get clothes to fit over their diapers, some for nighttime and some for day and night. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, and diapers do not make you a baby. You are only a baby if you want to be one. Your pacifier is very cute, and it goes perfectly with your shirt. I got a present for you because you acted very mature while looking for clothes to cover your padded bottom."

With that said, Kevin pulls out a small tote he had under the counter. He searches and pulls out 2 items, and gives them to Me. I looked at them and am not sure what they are. Kevin can tell by my expression I don't know what they are.

"Max, those are called pacifier keepers. You put this part over the pacifier and then you clip it to your shirt or pjs, so you don't lose it when playing or sleeping if it falls out. I have some that are lanyard-style on order. I sold a lot of that style last year, so I had to order more for the summer. They should be in soon, I always let Sandy know they are in, and she will have a few on display in her glass case at the counter."

I removed my pacifier and attached the maroon keeper to it. I looked at Kevin and with a big smile said "Thank you very much. I like it a lot. Now it won't fall on the ground and get dirty. I bet my cousin would like a pacifier and a keeper when he visits this summer." Then I put it back in his mouth and put the clip on my shirt.

As I walked out, I saw myself in the big mirror. I realized I looked a lot like a toddler with the pacifier in my mouth, but without it, I did not. I don't think anyone could tell, by looking, that I was in a soft, thick diaper. I looked like the big boy I am.

We walked to the Mexican restaurant and had street tacos for lunch. They were very good, and I want to eat it again. "Mommy this place is awesome. It's a lot better than taco bell or even McDonald's. I hope we can come back here a lot."

Mom replied, "Honey, this food is better for you too, so if you like it, we will come back. I agree it's really good food."

The next stop was the school. We parked and Mom had to remind me to put my pacifier away because she saw I still had it in my mouth as we were walking to the office.

The principal wanted to meet with us once we finished the rest of the paperwork. Mom requested I be put into Mr. Hansen's classroom. When the secretary asked why, Mom told her it was because of my special needs, she understood that there were other boys like me in that class and that the teacher was very helpful and open-minded to boys with different special needs, be they medical or learning related. The nurse looked at the form under the medical section and noticed that it said "Max has a very small, underdeveloped bladder, which has caused him to have regular accidents, which have gotten worse lately. Now he is wearing protection all the time, in the form of diapers". She understood and put a note on the paperwork for me to be placed in Mr. Hansen's 4^th-grade class. The note said, "Diapers, nurse changing".

"The principal will be with you both in just a few minutes and once you are done there, you will need to meet with our nursing staff." Said the secretary.

The meeting with the principal was only a few minutes. She asked mom what special needs I had. Mom explained my bladder issues and that I was in therapy to deal with some very severe abuse I suffered over the last year, as well as emotional trauma related to it. Mom explained that recently I started to have meltdowns if I feel overwhelmed, or when I'm cornered with no way out. If it happens to please call her. I don't get violent but will break into tears and curl in fetal position. I will calm down, but it will take time and the therapist says that my behavior which is more like a much younger child when it happens is normal. Her other concern was teasing and bullies because of my size, special needs, and prior experience with bullies and the harm they cause. The principal made it clear that they don't allow bullying and if it happens, it would be my responsibility to report it, and then it will be dealt with. They have cameras in the halls and on the playground so they can review and watch the entire school.

"I will let Mr. Hansen know that you are to be allowed to go to the restroom anytime you need to, or to the nurse, if you need to get changed. The other boys tell him they need to see the nurse for allergy medication, and he will let them go no questions asked. He is a very good teacher and I think you will like his class, Max. I hope you can make friends with several of your classmates. You have a lot in common with some of them."

With that, she sent us to go talk to the nurses and get me his special locker I will use to keep a change of clothes as well as whatever diaper I will be wearing.

After a meeting with the 2 nurses, it's all set up. They have no problem changing me if needed. The lady looks like a grandmother, and the young man looks to be fresh out of college. But both seem very kind and caring. The nurses put some size 6 diapers in my locker since they have extra of them. Most of the boys that wear them come in at lunch to get changed, and it's suggested that if that is what I am wearing, that I do the same. I am reminded that if I see others in here when I come in, I should not say anything to others about whom I see in there, and those other kids will not say anything about me to others either. But many of them are friends, and I might make some friends that way also.

Mom told the nurse she will drop off some clothes and other supplies for my locker when she drops me off on Monday.

Now we are off and heading to the grocery store. Once we finish our grocery shopping, we are going to head back home. I was in my booster seat, and I had my pacifier back in my mouth. As mom was getting in the car, she got a text from Ben that my bike was ready. So, we stopped to pick it up on the way home.

I was very excited and looking forward to riding my bike again. It's the first source of freedom a boy can get. I walked in and saw Ben working on the other bike again, but now it had red tires on it, which made me feel good on the inside. Ben heard the door chime and turned to greet them. He was a bit shocked to see Max with a pacifier in his mouth, but it was not the first time he had seen a big kid with a pacifier, this week.

"Hi Max, let me get your bike. I hope you like it." With that Ben went into the back work area and wheeled out my bike. It looked great and I was super excited.

I looked at it and checked out the new rim and tires. I liked it all, even the rack on the back of it for my fishing gear. I had a small tear run down my cheek as I looked at Ben and took out my pacifier. "Thank you. It looks awesome. I missed riding my bike and now I can finally do it. I love how it looks and all the stuff we added to it. THANK YOU!!"

"You're welcome young man, I am glad you like it. I see you are a big Harry Potter Fan. My boys like him too. I think you will like this." Then Ben went and got a Harry Potter sticker set that would look great on the rear rack.

"These stickers are weather-proof, so they should last a few years. I suggest putting them on the rack so you can personalize it more."

"Cool, thanks! Yeah, Harry Potter is my favorite. He is my hero."

As this was happening 3 boys came in the door. They looked to be between 8 and 15. Max looked at them and forgot he had his pacifier hanging on his shirt.

"Boys, this is Max, he is new in town. Please say Hi to him. He donated his red tires to the bike we are fixing up for Jimmy."

The boys all came over and said "Hi". I learned they are 8, 11, and 14. The 2 younger ones started talking about Harry Potter with me while my mom paid the bill. As we were getting ready to leave, the youngest asked, "Max, where did you get that cool pacifier? I want one like it. I bet my brother will too, but he is too shy to ask you about it."

"Oh, ah, well, I got it at the medical supply store a few shops down. She got some Star Wars ones coming in next week, and I saw Pikachu and Minions ones too." I stuttered in embarrassment.

"Daddy, can we go to the medical supply store and look at stuff? Did you get our stuff this morning or do we need to get it and put it in the truck?"

"No boys, I did not pick up your supplies, so when you go and look at pacifiers, make sure to get your diapers and have Sandy put it all on our tab. You need more lotion, and diaper rash cream too." Ben said. He figured Max was most likely in a diaper by the way his shorts looked when he sat on the seat of his bike.

"Dad!!" said the 11-year-old in shock and fear.

"Don't worry JR, I bet you boys and this young man are a lot alike, and even if not, I can tell by how kind he is, that he would never tease or say anything to anyone else. You are 11, so don't worry so much. Besides your big brother will not let anyone pick on you guys. He knows how he felt when he had to wear them at your age."

"It's ok. I won't say anything, and I wear them too. I even got one on now, because I had a problem at the Doctor's earlier. That is why I got this pacifier. Sandy said she just got them, it is a set, a pacifier, and a bottle. Maybe we can be friends. If you go to the support group, I hope to see you there. I will be there on Tuesday to try to meet others like me and make friends."

"Cool, we will be there. I'm Zack and my shy brother is Ben Junior, but he goes by JR. Nice to meet you Max." said the 8-year-old.

"Sorry to break up this fun time, but we got ice cream in the car that is melting so we need to get your bike loaded and head home." My mom said.

I said "BYE", and then put my pacifier back in my mouth and wheeled my bike out to the car. Once it was loaded, we headed home.

We got home quickly, and as we pulled into the driveway, we noticed 2 boys at the front door. I was very excited that my new friends came over. I opened my door as the boys ran over to the car to meet us. They slid to a stop when they saw I had a pacifier in my mouth. They saw on the seat next to me were 2 big packages of youth diapers. Dylan was staring at the pacifier, while Matty was looking between the diapers and the pacifier. When I realized what they were staring at I started to cry. I was so embarrassed and hurt. My mom saw what was happening and quickly came around and put her hand on my shoulder to try to get me to calm down hoping to avoid a meltdown.

"Boys, Max has had a very rough day and a very tough doctor's appointment. Please be nice to him. If you want to stay and play in the house you can, but would you mind helping us carry some groceries in?"

"OK" was all the boys could say. Mom handed them each a bag and I got my bike, and we went into the house through the garage. Mom suggested I get my diapers and the other bags from the medical store while she had the boys carry the groceries into the kitchen. I did just that and put it all in Mom's room, where it was safe, including my Harry Potter bottle.

Once the groceries were unloaded, mom suggested we boys go upstairs and play. I had removed my pacifier and put it in my pocket as soon as I got my bike in the garage. I forgot my other one was on the shelf next to my bottom bunk. We went upstairs and I showed the boys my room. Dylan saw the other pacifier but did not say anything.

We got to the landing and sat down on the bean bags. We just looked at each other for a minute, I was very uncomfortable. I saw Matty was still looking at me in shock, and I started to cry big tears. I started to shake and could not stop it or the tears. I was heartbroken because I was sure I would lose my new friends, and they would tell everyone at school and around this area that I was a big baby. Especially since I will be in the same classroom as Matty. I wanted to crawl under a rock and die. I was so embarrassed, scared, and hurt.

 

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