Copyright © 2013 by JD

 

Authors Note: This story you are about to read is one of emotions. I have laughed, got angry, cried, and even depressed while writing this story! Most of all, I enjoyed writing it. I hope you the reader will enjoy it as much as I did. For those who would like to email me, you can reach me at johndazel@hotmail.com. Please remember that if you like the stories here on Nifty to donate whatever you can to help keep this wonderful site up and running.

 

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The story you are about to read contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. The following is evil, illegal, should be banned, and all that other blah, blah, blah. If reading a coming of age story of self-discovery about pre-adolescent and adolescent boys that wet their beds, wear diapers, and explore their awakening sexuality with each other does not tickle your pickle (or if the law in your area says that pickle tickling is illegal) then don't read it.

 

 

Chapter 12: Saturday November 16^th, 2013 – 9:08pm

 

When the movie had finished, Jessie and I waited until everyone had left before getting up and leaving ourselves. Once we made it to the aisle, Jessie helped me tie my coat around me so that it hid my wet pants. I had expected we would go out the front of the theater through one of the exit doors, but instead, Jessie took my hand and led me back towards the lobby.

 

"Jessie!" I cried out. I was worried we might run into someone who might see what I did. "Why can't we use one of the theater exit doors?" I pleaded.

 

"Jamie, do you think it is right to not let someone know that the seat is wet? How would you feel if you went into a theater and sat down on an unexpected wet seat?"

 

To be honest, I knew I would hate it and probably be pissed. Still I didn't want to be embarrassed either.

 

"But..." I started but was cut off by Jessie.

 

"Jamie trust me, I promise I won't embarrass you."

 

It wasn't like I had much of a choice. Still, Jessie had never given me any reason not to trust her yet. So I gritted my teeth and allowed her to lead me out to the front of the lobby.

 

"Sir." Jessie called out, trying to get this guy's attention. He looked our way as we approached him. "Sir, I am really sorry, but I accidently dumped my coke on my little brother and it got all over the seat in the "Man of Steel' movie."

 

The guy looked a little annoyed. "I suppose you don't remember which seat it was?" He asked, sounding as if he would have to figure it out all himself.

 

"Oh yes sir. I knew you would want to know."

 

"Wow I hadn't realized that she actually remembered where we were sitting." I thought to myself.

 

"We were in the 5^th row from the back of the theater, right in the middle. You can't miss it." And then without waiting for a reply, Jessie led me out of the theater and then out of the mall.

 

"Now it will be their fault if they don't take care of the wet seat." Jessie explained as we looked for her car.

 

"Jessie, thanks for not telling him that I peed on the seat." I then took a moment before adding, "I don't think he believed the pop excuse, but thanks anyway." I said appreciatively.

 

It was about then that we spotted her car and headed towards it. "You're probably right, but at least it is not as embarrassing that way." Jessie said thoughtfully and I had to agree. "Besides, I doubt you weren't the only kid your age that has ever wet their pants in that theater."

 

And as we walked the rest of the way to her car, I thought about what she just said.

 

It wasn't until we made it to Jessie's car and she was unlocking her door, when I suddenly remembered how wet my pants were. "Jessie, how am I going to sit in your car? I don't want to get your seat all wet." I worried.

 

Jessie smiled at me as she opened her door. "Don't worry, I got that covered too."

 

Once she hit power lock button on her door, she then reached into a pocket on the back of her seat. I watched as she pulled out a couple plastic bags she had in there, and used them to cover the seat for me.

 

"Just sit on these. They should protect the seat until we get home."

 

I carefully climbed into the front seat of her car and sat on the bags, trying not to move them with my butt. Once I felt sure that I was sitting only on the bags, I then buckled myself in.

 

"Jessie, thank you a lot for everything today! I know spending time with a kid like me was not something you would normally do. So thank you very much." I told her, I really meant it too.

 

"You don't give yourself enough credit Jamie. I had a blast today and I know my friends did as well." I couldn't help smiling as she said this. She then changed the subject. "So when we get to the house, I will run interference for you. You just book it upstairs before they can even see you." She suggested.

 

"What if they do though?" I asked worried.

 

"Well, we could try and lie, but I don't think my mom will buy the pop spilling excuse any more than the theater worker did. Then she would punish both of us for lying. So it would probably be best to just be honest."

 

"Well I hope it doesn't come to that." I added.

 

There was enough light coming from the instrument panel that I was able to clearly make out her face. So I was able to see when she gave me a quick smile. "Me neither." She concurred.

 

We were almost back to the Jackson household when Jessie gave me a serious look. "Jamie, I was wondering if I could ask you a personal question?"

 

This got my attention pretty fast. Not knowing what she was going to ask, I reluctantly nodded my head. I felt better when she again smiled at me before asking her question.

 

"I don't want to embarrass or upset you, but I was wondering if you normally have problems holding your bladder?" She gave me a look of concern while I decided what to tell her.

 

I finally decided to just be honest with her. "I use to wet my bed pretty much every night, but I have been dry for about 3 months now. As for day time problems, it's been a year or two since I last wet my pants. `Bout all I remember was that it happened at school and I thought I was going to die of humiliation as the kids made fun of me." I explained to Jessie.

 

"What about close calls?" She asked.

 

This of course confused me. "What do you mean?"

 

"Well, I was wondering if there were times where you started to pee yourself but before you wet yourself too much, you were able to finish in the toilet. For instance, my brother will sometimes get so involved in his video games that he sometimes waits until the very last moment and ends up peeing his pants a little before making it to the toilet. This of course infuriates my mom."

 

Truthfully, there have been several instances where this has happened to me. I always felt though that since the majority went into the toilet that it was okay. But I knew secretly that there have been many times, especially at school when I tried using my shirt or something to cover a small wet patch on my jeans. This was happening a lot this year as I had just started Junior High and I was new to having to go to different classrooms. It was also a more stressful environment. The way I dealt with it was by wearing large shirts that covered the front of my pants. Mom told me that once I got use to the school and the stress went away, that I would be okay. So I didn't think too much about it. But doing so now, made me feel like I have been wetting my pants a lot longer than I realized.

 

"You're pretty quiet over there." Jessie hinted. "Are you okay?"

 

"Yeah, I'm okay." I said slowly. I then sighed. "I guess if I am honest, I have to say that I do have those problems too. Mom says it is probably due to my new school this year." I sighed again as I finished explaining.

 

"That is understandable. Is it safe to ask if this has also happened at night as well?"

 

As Jessie asked this, I was reminded of my first night at the Jacksons and how I almost wet the bed. Slowly, I nodded my head. "Yeah, I guess it has."

 

"Jamie, I think it is like your mom says. You are under more stress than you can handle right now, and it is playing havoc with your bladder. Considering everything, I am surprised you're doing as well as you are." Jessie again smiled at me and it warmed my insides when I saw it. "As you know, my mom will not understand. No matter how much I stood up for Adam in the past, she just believes he does it because he is lazy. If my mom finds out you are wetting the bed, I am afraid she will make things even worse for you. Do you understand?"

 

Oh yeah, I understood all too well. I looked at her and smiled weakly and nodded my head. I wasn't yet sure where this was going but I did not like the suggestion or idea that my wetting problems may not be over yet. But then again, I had to look at the facts and they weren't pointed in my favor right now.

 

"As I have already told you, my brother Adam use to wet his bed and still occasionally does. My mother use to buy GoodNites for him to wear to bed. Well, I know he still has quite a few left that he never used. Now don't say no until you hear me out." I had been about to say something when Jessie said this and cut me off. "I think you should consider wearing one at night until at least things calm down a little more for you. That way, if you wet the bed again, all you have to do is worry about disposing a wet GoodNite. I can help with that as well." She then looked at me. "So what do you think?" She asked.

 

I decided to think about it and did so until we pulled into the driveway. Instead of getting out though, she turned off the car and sat there patiently waiting for me to decide. I knew she was right, and after one close call and one all out bedwetting, I was afraid that she might be right. Finally I sighed and looked at her and nodded my head. Because the car was off, the only light that lit the area was over the garage and it threw these weird shadows over Jessie's that made her look much older than she was. I saw this as I looked at her briefly. In a weird way, she reminded me of my mom. This was all too much for me and I turned away. At that moment, I didn't want her to see the tears of defeat in my eyes.

 

She reached over and pulled me towards her and hugged me. "Don't worry Jamie, it will be okay. I promise."

 

She then got some Kleenex out of her glove compartment and handed it to me. For the next 5 minutes, we sat there together in her car; until I had stopped crying and was ready to go inside.

 

As for sneaking me past her parents, that turned out to be much easier than we expected. Both her Mom and Dad were not in sight, though we heard Mrs. Jackson call out to us when we came in. From the sounds of it, they must have been back in their bedroom.

 

"Is that Jessie?"

 

"Yes mom, it's us!" She yelled back to her.

 

"Okay" Can you have Jamie to get ready for bed and then come downstairs? Your father and I, want to talk to him."

 

"Mom, it's late! Jamie has had a couple rough days! Wouldn't it be better to just talk to him after church tomorrow?" She tried to persuade her mom.

 

"Jessie, who is the parent?! You or me?!" Mrs. Jackson hollered back stubbornly.

 

Jessie looked down at me. "Sorry kiddo, I tried." She then yelled back to her mom, "Okay Mom!"

 

Then, again with a little help from Jessie. I quickly got cleaned up and into a pair of pajamas. Before I left to go downstairs and talk with Mr. and Mrs. Jackson she whispered in my ear.

 

"When you get back upstairs, you will find the GoodNite under your pillow." Then as she was about to enter Adam's room, she turned and winked at me, "see you in the morning."

 

I was then off to my firing squad ... All Alone!