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Post by Admin on May 29, 2015 14:11:24 GMT -5
The Wish! Written by JD © September 2013
Authors Note: This story is something I have been thinking about for a long time and is partially inspired by the movie ‘Mr. Destiny’. It is completely fictional and is not meant to be taken at all realistically. It is just wishful thinking on my part, where I truly wish it could happen for me… well, maybe not exactly this way. This story will contain diaper use but will be non-sexual. Now on to the story!
Chapter 1
Today was just one of those days! It started out bad and just got worse as it went along!
First off, I was fired today! I wasn't just fired, I had been chewed out so badly by my boss, that they heard it 3 floors below! Now don’t get me wrong, I knew it had been coming for some time. You see, I work in a large advertising firm which I was hired at straight out of college. When I had first started there, I had been promised the moon and even more. Unfortunately, my skills in advertising turned out to be plain terrible. Because of this, I was never trusted with any of the larger accounts which also meant that my advancement opportunities were slim to none. Somehow though, I managed to keep my head above water and keep my job for 12 years. I scratched by on a decent enough income to allow me and my wife to live in a nicer part of town. But I will go into that more in a minute, as for now, I want to finish saying what I was saying about my job.
Somehow, my boss decided that maybe it was time to give me a chance. There was a long standing big account at the firm and they were shopping for a new image. My boss was at his wit’s end trying to help develop this new image, but the company seemed to shoot down every one of his, and the others involved, ideas. On some fluke, he decided to ask me my opinion and for the first time, I had an ingenious idea. When I explained my idea to my boss, he loved it and just like that, I was brought into the team that handled the account. This meant that at the next meeting I was to present my idea to everyone, including the company the account was for.
I was so excited and when I told my wife about it, for the first time in a long time, we were happy. For the next several days, I worked my butt off on my idea so that it would be perfect when I presented it. For the most part, everyone was thrilled with the advertising campaign I came up with and because of this, the company kept their account with us. Now that had been a year ago and even though my ideas since then have been less than stellar, I managed to keep the account. If only I hadn’t made that fatal flaw! Of course it was that flaw that kept me the account.
Somehow, I managed to get sucked in to a secret relationship with another married woman. I don’t know what is wrong with me; I guess it was just pure lust. Julie was her name, and she was the wife of the CEO of Lewiston’s. Of course this was the company whose account I was working on. It also explained how I managed to keep the account.
Julie and I met at that first meeting and she was a total knockout. I knew that we were both married but I couldn’t help notice how perfect she was. She and her husband were both partners in the company, so were both present.
Now don’t fault me completely, Julie came on to me, not the other way around. Of course when your husband is like 70 years old and your still in your prime, you might be looking for something on the side as well. So I understood why she did what she did.
At first, we tried our best to keep it professional, but soon we found ourselves engaged in a secret affair. Somehow, we managed to keep it hidden until about a week ago. Then the shit hit the fan, her husband found out! I don’t have to tell you how outraged he was, to make this worse, Julie ended it in hopes of reconciling with him. Anyway, this led to Mr. Lewiston ending his account and business with our firm, which now explains why I was fired today!
As I was saying, things just got worse! When I came home early from work I found myself locked out of the house. Somehow my wife Sarah, whom I have been married to just before I finished college, heard about me being fired and the scandal I was involved in. I don’t know how she found out about it or the affair as I had thought I had done a good job of hiding it from her. But she had and she was pissed. Things hadn’t been very good for us for a while. I guess one of our biggest issues is that we had been married now for over 12 years and I had yet to give her a child. The thing is, I don’t know why she blamed me as we have both been checked medically and so far they have found no reason for us not to be able conceive. Still, she blamed me for it.
As I was saying, things in our home had not been very pleasant lately. There were other things that we fought over but I won’t bore you to death with them. Let’s just say that when she found out about the affair, she was not happy one bit. I had come home to find that my suitcases had been packed and were sitting outside the front door of what had been our home.
I tried my best to talk to Sarah about it, but found it hard to do through the front door. She informed me that she had the locks changed and that I would be hearing from her attorney soon! I tried pleading with her but that got me nowhere. She yelled through the door that we were through and I should have thought about the outcome before I had the affair. With all the yelling, I am sure the rest of the neighborhood knew what was happening.
With nothing else to do, I angrily grabbed my suitcases off the front porch and threw them into the backseat of my 1998 Saturn. It is an older car which I had been thinking of replacing later this year. Like I said, I had a very bad day and so when the car suddenly broke down in an older part of town, I was pissed!
So that brings me to where I am now.
I noticed an empty parking lot up ahead and somehow coaxed the car into it before it died completely. Since my cell phone was given to me by my company I worked for, I had to return it before I left that day. This meant I currently had no phone in order to call a tow truck. With no cell phone, I needed to find a phone so I could call Triple AAA.
Like I had said, I was in an old part of town where most of the buildings were abandoned and long forgotten, but luck would have it, the parking lot I pulled into was for a small local bar. I got out of the car and headed for the entrance, hoping to find a phone I could use inside.
When I entered the bar, it seemed as if I was transferred to a Steven King novel. The minute I walked inside, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. It was dark and smokey inside, even though no one was smoking. In fact, other than the bartender who was cleaning a glass with a towel, there was no one else inside. There was just enough light in the place to make most of it out but it had this spooky sort of glow to it. The bartender himself was kinda scary looking. I was about to back out of the place when the bartender noticed me.
“Why, hello there!” He said cheerily. “Do you fancy yourself a drink?”
Now the place still creeped me out a bit but the bartender seemed to be a friendly person and it helped calm my nerves a little. I looked at him and cleared my throat a little as I didn’t want to show any of the fear I had been experiencing to the bartender.
“Um… A… Sir… I was wondering… I mean, could I use your phone?” I stuttered a little.
The bartender smiled at me. “The name is Mike and you are more than welcome to use my phone.” Mike then grabbed something from under the bar and when he sat it on the bar closest to me; I saw that it was a fancy old fashioned dial phone.
Feeling better to see a phone instead of a shotgun or cleaver, I withdrew my Triple A card from my wallet to get the number.
“Trouble with your car?” Mike asked as he went back to cleaning his glass.
Not knowing for sure how he figured out that I was having car trouble, I looked at him in surprise. He just chuckled a little at my expression.
“No it’s not magic. I just noticed that the card in your hand is for Triple A.” He explained to me.
“Oh” was all I said before dialing the number for Triple A.
As soon as I was done with my call Mike put the phone back under the counter. He then turned his attention back at me.
“You look like you had a rough day.” He intuited.
“You don’t know the half of it si…”
“Mike” The bartender corrected me.
“Sorry, Mike. You just don’t know how bad this day has been!”
“Well, how about a drink while you are waiting for your tow truck to come. It just might help you feel a little better.” Mike suggested.
You know, a drink didn't sound so bad about then. Drinking was something my wife bitched about when I did, so I drank very rarely.
“A beer would be nice right now.” I told Mike.
“Anything special?”
“Naw, anything cold from the tap will do.” I said as I sat on the bar stool nearest the door.
Mike got me the beer and set it in front of me. “So you had a bad day, maybe you would like to talk about it? They always say bartenders are the best listeners.” Mike grinned as he said this.
I actually found myself more than willing to pour out my feeling to Mike. So I told him about my day and what led up to it. At first I thought he might try and tell me I got what I deserved but he never did.
As I finished my beer, I found myself thinking about something that I have found myself thinking about a lot lately. And in the mood of the moment, I told Mike what I was thinking.
“You know, sometimes I really hate being an adult! All the responsibility and work that goes with being an adult is just plain awful. I just wish that I could once again be a kid with no responsibilities or worries!” I blurted out.
“I know what you are feeling there.” Mike said thoughtfully. “May I make a special drink for you? You could say that it is the house specialty. I promise that it will make your wishes come true.” At this Mike chuckled a little.
I thought about his offer for no more than a second. Of course I didn’t believe that the drink would actually make my wishes come true, but I found the offer of it weirdly tantalizing.
“Sure, I’ll try it.” I smiled
I watched as Mike started to mix several types of what I guess were liquors together. When he was done he set the drink in front of me, I smelled the light fragrance of a summer breeze off of a lake or body of water, come from the drink.
Mike then looked at me seriously. “As I said, this is the house specialty and I call it the ‘Wishing Well’.”
I then lifted the glass and once again smelled the rich fragrance emanating from the glass. “Bottoms up!” I said before taking a large gulp of the drink. “Wow, not bad!” I said, shocked at the sweet taste of the booze. This of course led me to take an even bigger drink.
With more than half of the concoction drank, Mike again looked at me seriously. “So what is that wish again?” He asked me.
I smiled a little goofy like as the booze was starting to make me feel a little light headed, which I was finding a little strange. Still I was feeling better than I had all day.
“To be a kid again.” I said happily and took another drink and finishing the Wishing Well.
“Benji, your wish has been granted.” Mike said through a smile.
I was about to scoff at Mike about the idea of my wish coming true when I realized that he just called me by my kid nickname. I hadn't been called Benji since I was around 13 or 14.
“How did you know my name?” I asked as I started to get up from the stool. This turned out to be a mistake though as my head started spinning faster than it ever had in the past. “What did you do to me?” I asked as I was starting to realize that there was more than booze in that drink Mike gave me.
Mike just stood there and continued smiling at me as if all was well. Realizing that I needed to get out of there, I tried to walk towards the entrance and before I took a second step, I collapsed to the floor and passed out!
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Post by Admin on May 29, 2015 14:13:39 GMT -5
Chapter 2
I awoke groaning loudly, not quite sure what had happened or where I was. All I knew at that moment was the dull throbbing coming from my head. I started to get up, but the aching pressure inside my skull increased tremendously and stopped me! So instead, I tried to get my bearings by looking around me. This of course turned out to be harder than I thought it would as it was pretty dark and I couldn’t make out much… well… other than the floor around me that is.
Not able to move or see, I just laid there and tried to remember what the world had happened to me! As the seconds then minutes ticked by, the fog in my brain started to dissipate. I found that I now was starting to remember what led me to this point. It was coming back to me slowly and in small pieces, some of it was even out of order. Eventually though, I remembered everything. And I mean everything!
“How did I black out on 2 drinks?” I asked myself.
I was positive that I only had the one beer and whatever that drink was that Mike had made me. Now, I am not what you call a drinker, but I knew that it normally took 3 drinks before I even feel light headed. So the question is, why was I so affected by just the two drinks?
“Wait a minute…” I said out loud to no one in particular. “He put something in that drink he made me!” This had to be the only explanation. Mike must have roofied me! Now the question was… Why?
“Maybe he did it to rob me.” I thought to myself. This seemed like the most likely reason for drugging me.
I started to reach for my wallet but I found this much harder than it should be. It felt as if someone had wrapped me in large heavy blankets! I was able to see just enough to make out that it wasn’t blankets, but clothing. It was as if while I was out, Mike had dressed me in a fat man’s clothing. This was what made it difficult to find my wallet as my hands were covered by my shirt sleeves and I couldn’t find my back pants pocket through all that clothing.
This new discovery made me temporarily forget about my wallet.
Again I tried to get up but instead of trying to stand, I just tried to sit up. I did this very slowly though, to minimize the pain in my head. As I sat up, I tried to move the clothing a little so that it wouldn’t hinder me.
I don’t know why I didn’t notice it sooner, but it suddenly came to my attention that as I sat up that the swaddle of clothing I was in was soaked! Now believe me or not, this really didn’t surprise me. Wetting my bed after a night out drinking wasn’t new for me. In fact, this was one of those things my wife despised about me.
Because I had wet myself, all the clothing I was dressed in became heavy and harder to move. I swear that all this clothing soaked up enough of my pee that it could have been enough to fill Lake Michigan! Eventually though, I was able to sit up. I also found that my eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness.
I could just make out where the bar stool I had been sitting on had been, but was now missing. In fact, all the stools were missing. It was as if Mike had put them all in the backroom before turning off the lights and leaving me where I collapsed. The place was void of windows so the sunlight didn’t make it into the old bar. Still, there seemed to be some light that was finding its way into the old bar. Don’t ask me where it was coming from because I don’t know. It was just enough light to barely make out the area around me.
I suddenly found myself curious about the time. Hoping that I still had my watch, as it was only a cheap one, I tried to pull the left sleeve of the large shirt up enough to see my watch. Amazingly, as soon as my arm was untangled from the shirt, my watch slipped off my wrist and fell into the pile of clothing that surrounded me. Luckily it fell on top of the clothing and my eyes were adjusted enough to the darkness that I was able to see where it fell.
As I picked up my watch, I was shocked to find that it was larger than it should be! I was starting to feel like I was living in a ‘Twilight Zone’ episode! Trying to shake it off, I found the button that made the watch light up. I was flabbergasted to see that it was now past 3am in the morning.
“Damn! I have been lying on this hard floor for over 8 hours!” I shouted out. I was starting to get very angry. “How could that guy just leave me on the floor like this?!”
Wanting to get off that floor more than ever, I tried to once again stand up. Like I had just moments before when I was sitting up, I arranged the clothing so that it didn’t hinder me as I stood.
Now standing, the wet pants and underwear that I had been dressed in, dropped straight to the floor. I now found myself in only a very large dress shirt! The one nice thing about it being so large, it covered my nudity. In fact, it came down to my ankles as if it were a dress.
As I stepped out of my pants and underwear that was still at my feet, I also stepped out of my shoes socks. This boggled my mind as a question formed in my mind.
“Why would Mike put me in these ridiculous clothes and socks and shoes?” I thought to myself. I mean there was no explanation, unless the guy got off on freaking out his customers.
Something was starting to come forward in my mind that would explain everything, but I found it completely improbable. As I thought this though, something that Sherlock Holmes said, came to me. "When you have eliminated everything else, the impossible, however improbable, must be the truth.”
Still, I wasn’t yet ready to face the facts. Instead, I decided that I needed to get out of this place pronto! I guess you could say that I was starting to feel like I had been heebe jeebed. I knew that my clothes were in my car so I decided to go get a fresh change of clothing. Since my watch would no longer fit my wrist, I tightened it my upper arm. I then searched the pants and eventually located my car keys and my wallet. And after checking the latter, I found that everything was still in it. As for everything else, I decided to just leave it where I was.
I rolled up my shirt sleeves and then made my way to the exit. I expected that it would most likely be locked but I had to try!
Like everything else, the door seemed larger than before! At least the lock on it was just a thumb bolt and soon I found myself outside in the moonlight. Now able to see because of the light coming from the moon, I checked out everything around me. Again I got this weird sensation that something was completely wrong! Everything outside though looked the same as it had before I went into the bar, but still, there was something terribly wrong! When I turned back towards the bar, a shiver ran down my spine! The bar that I had entered several hours ago, now appeared to be another abandoned building like the others that surrounded it.
“What the fuck?” This night was getting weirder and weirder.
Again I decided I needed to get the hell out of here and headed around the side of the building where I parked my car earlier. As I turned the corner, I crossed my fingers and hoped that whatever trouble it was having earlier might have somehow righted itself. As soon as I completely turned the corner though, I found how much worse this day could get!
My car was still where I left it, but it had been completely stripped! It was now nothing more but an empty shell. I could also see that the thieves had even made off with my suitcases which contained my stuff!
“Damn! Damn! Damn!” I shouted in frustration. “Why does all this shit have to happen to me?!”
My shouting woke up some Bum that had been sleeping next to the side of the building.
“What’s your problem kid?” He groaned as he got up and looked at me.
I glared at the Bum, my eyes trying burn holes through his skull. “My problem is that some motherfucker stripped my car!”
The Bum just looked at me quizzically. “Boy, aren’t you a little young to be driving?” He asked me seriously.
I chose to ignore his ridiculous comment and find out if he might have seen the person or persons that stripped my car.
“You didn’t by any chance see who stripped this car?” I asked the Bum while pointing to my Saturn’s empty shell.
The Bum scratched his head and looked at me in confusion before answering my question. “I’m sorry kid, but I think it was like that when I got here.”
“I am not a kid! Are you so drunk that you can’t tell that I am a 39 year old male?!” I asked feeling a little insulted.
The guy just stared at me as if I had 2 heads! “Boy! I am too tired for all these games!” He then once again laid back down on the ground and appeared to immediately fall back to sleep.
I stood there and stewed in my anger over all my bad luck. It didn’t help that the Bum kept referring to me like some little kid! It was at this moment when the lights finally came on inside my head and I was able to finally connect all the dots! I am not sure how in the world it happened, but somehow it had! All the pieces like a puzzle came together perfectly. The clothes, my watch, my socks and shoes, even the door. Everything was starting to make sense, even if it was completely crazy. Then, I remembered what Mike had said to me as I was drinking that mixed drink he made for me.
He called the drink the ‘Wishing Well’ and he said that it would grant me my wish.
“It can’t be possible?” I found myself disbelieving. “It has to be a bad dream!” I tried to tell myself, but I couldn’t make myself believe it. For the first time since I awoke on that hard floor, I took a good look at myself.
Somehow, the impossible had happened. At the moment I wasn’t sure how young I actually was without being able to see my face. All I knew was, that somehow, I received the wish I had asked for. And as I fell into a trance, I realized that through some weird sort of magic that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend; I was no longer an adult but was in fact… a kid again!
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Post by Admin on May 29, 2015 14:15:21 GMT -5
Chapter 3
Suddenly the quiet stillness of the night was broken by the sound of rapid fire! “Gun shots!” I thought to myself as the loud sound brought me out of my stupor. From the sounds of the shots, I figured that they must have come from something like an Uzi.
The loud shots woke up the Bum again and he looked at me as if I was the one who awoke him. He didn’t get a chance to voice his anger at being re-awoken because suddenly more gunfire went off! This time it seemed even closer than the first.
I watched as the Bum jumped to his feet and started to flee. It wasn’t until more gun shots rang through the night that I decided maybe he had the right idea. Not even caring that I was barefoot, I too fled the area. With nowhere else to go, I chased after the Bum. As I was running, I felt my stupid watch slip from my upper arm, where I tightened it, and down my wrist, where it then fell to the ground. I was so scared of being shot though, I didn’t think twice of stopping for it or going back and getting it. Besides, it was only a cheap $20 watch anyway. We were several blocks away from the old bar before we finally stopped running!
“That was a close call boy!” The Bum panted loudly. Even though he was out of breath, I found myself barely panting. I guess that is one good thing about being young!
Even though I did not like being referred to as a kid, I decided that at the moment, it was better to just drop it. Instead, I decided to ask him what all the gunshots were about back there.
“Uh sir…” I started to say but the Bum interrupted me.
“That’s Barney.” He introduced himself.
“Okay, Barney then.” I then offered my hand in friendship, which he then shook. “So Barney, what were all those gunshots back there about?”
“Gangs!” He simply answered.
I knew that gangs existed but other than on T.V., I never had been this close to any. A shiver ran up my spine as I thought how close I came to being in the middle of some gang war! I knew right then and there, that the best and safest thing to do, was to get off the street.
“Maybe I could hail a cab and have it take me to a nice hotel.” I thought to myself. Once there, I could crawl into bed and hope that by the time the sun rises, I would find that this all was some sort of weird dream. There was one problem though! While running in my fear of being shot, I had not only dropped my keys, but also my wallet. I was now on the streets penniless!
“What am I going to do now?” It wasn’t until Barney responded that I even knew I had said this out loud.
“Well, I guess I could put you up in my place for one night.” He offered.
“Your place?” I asked confused. “If you have a place, why were you sleeping back there?”
“Oh that… I just got tired is all.” And the way Barney said this; you would think it was normal to sleep on the ground on the side of a building. “I have a place a couple blocks from here.” Barney added. He then started off, waving me to follow him.
I wasn’t really sure I wanted to go to Barney’s place, for all I knew it was another side of a building. What I really wanted was to go back and try to find my wallet. I had over a hundred dollars and my credit cards inside of it. The problem was, even if I wasn’t scared of being shot, I would still have trouble backtracking to the bar. You see… I was completely lost and had no idea where I was or the way back to the bar. So I did the only thing I could, I followed Barney to his place.
As we walked, Barney told me how nice his place was and how lucky he was able to get it. A part of me wondered if Barney was one of those weird eccentrics and maybe he really did have a nice place. So, I allowed my hopes to get up. Surprise! Surprise! When we finally get to Barney’s place, I was disappointed to find out that it was nothing more than a large wooden crate box.
I watched as Barney slunk down and disappeared behind what looked like an old army blanket. Sighing, I followed him. It turned out that the blanket was covering the doorway inside the crate.
As I entered Barney’s humble home, I was shocked to see how cozy it was inside! The floor was actual carpet. There was a beanbag chair in one corner and an old small mattress that took up most of the box. And the thing that made it possible to see everything… a taplight.
If I really were a kid, this place would have been a cool fort! It smelled a little musty and of bad BO. Then again, I probably didn’t smell like a rose either!
Seeing the mattress, I suddenly realized how tired I was. Everything that led up to this point had completely exhausted me. I know I had slept several hours earlier, but for some reason, I didn’t feel rested one bit from it. Anyway, I was sure the mattress was not clean, even so, it suddenly looked very inviting.
Barney somehow figured out what I was thinking. “Sorry boy! The bed is mine!” He said possessively. He then sniffed me. “Besides, from the smell of you, I wouldn’t trust you sleeping in it.” He stated very seriously.
I was about to say something snotty to Barney but I decided it was better to just drop it. “Where can I sleep then?” I asked him.
Barney looked around his place and seemed to be considering all his options. “You can sleep on the beanbag.” He finally stated. He then eyed me before adding, “And if you have to pee, do it outside!” Barney then stretched out on his mattress and quickly fell asleep.
With no other choice, I tried to get as comfortable as I could on the beanbag chair before sending a quick prayer to GOD. I prayed that when I awoke that all of this would turn out to be a bad nightmare and that I would find myself in my own bed next to my wife. Then, I closed my eyes and I too, fell asleep!
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Post by Admin on May 29, 2015 14:16:38 GMT -5
Chapter 4
I awoke stiff and cold, early the next morning and boy was it COLD! Somehow we went from around 60 degrees last night to about 30 degrees that morning. Enough of the early morning light made it inside the crate that I was able to see Barney; who was still snoring logs in his bed. At first, I thought it was that what woke me. That turned out to be wishful thinking as it turned out that it was the cold wetness I felt all over my lower region, which woke me. This wetness in the cold temperatures was freezing me to the bone.
“Damn it! I wet myself again!” I grumbled loudly.
At first I thought I had awoke Barney as he moved a little and mumbled something. I was relieved when a few seconds later he started snoring again. I really didn’t want to have to explain to some bum that I peed all over his beanbag chair.
I decided that it was time to leave. Silently, I slipped past Barney and out into the cool morning air. If I had thought I was cold before inside the crate, I soon found it was warm compared to outside. I was much colder now. It didn’t help that it was a windy chilly morning and that I was not wearing any pants and I was wet. If I thought not having pants was bad, I found that not having shoes was unbearable. I knew that if I didn’t find some dry clothes and shoes quick, I was going to freeze.
“Too bad I lost my wallet last night!” I thought to myself.
As I looked around me, I had no clue where I was. I considered for a moment of trying to backtrack to my car (What was left of it.) and see if I could find my wallet, but truthfully, I wasn’t too sure I could. Besides, what was the chance of my wallet still being where I dropped it? Most likely it was slim to none. In the end, I decided to get out of the alley. I figured that once I got to the street, I might be able to figure out where I was.
So, I wrapped my arms around myself trying to stay warm. After a moments decision, I chose a direction and set out. As I got closer to the street ahead of me, I noticed an occasional car pass by the alley. Seeing the cars, I picked up the pace. Now with the street a few feet from me, I started to worry about being seen. I wasn’t sure what people would do when they saw me. I wasn’t very presentable. In fact, the way I looked, I was going to get people’s attention and it wasn’t going to be good! Then add the fact that I looked like a little kid.
“Damn! What am I going to do?” I worried silently to myself. “I can’t just go out there like this! But I can’t stay like this either; otherwise I am going to freeze!” I muttered to myself.
I really didn’t know what to do. Why can’t real life be like TV, where everything always seems to work out for the main character? For instance on TV, if somebody needed a change of clothing, they would just snatch them from the nearest clothesline. Unfortunately, there was not a clothesline in sight. There was one good thing… well maybe it was a bad thing. Anyway, at least my feet were now so numb from the cold, that I barely noticed the discomfort from them.
The only thing in the alley was junk and some dumpsters. I wasn’t about to go dumpster diving. Besides I doubted that I would find any clothes my size in them. This meant I would either have to hide out until it got dark again, which I could then try to find some clothes. Or, I would have to go and try to finds some now and hope no one would call the police on me. One way or another, I would most likely have to steal them and I wasn’t too thrilled about this.
The coldness that was chilling me to the bone made the decision for me. I knew that I couldn’t wait that long. So chancing it, I left the relative safety of the alleyway. Looking up and down the almost deserted street, I tried to decide which way to go. To the right of me, it looked dead but to the left of me, I could see a busier street ahead. I figured I should be able to find something up that way.
Again, hugging myself to stay warm, I made my way towards the busy intersection ahead. A few cars passed me but no one stopped or seemed to notice me. Feeling a little braver, I found myself feeling less conscious about the way I looked. When I finally made it to the corner I checked the street sign. I found out that the street I was currently on was called N. Elizabeth and the crossroad was W. Fulton. I never heard of N. Elizabeth but I had heard of W. Fulton. I knew that it was a major street and it went almost all the way downtown. I also noticed for the first time that I could see some of the Skyscrapers.
Not knowing what else to do, I turned onto Fulton and headed towards downtown. I kept my eye out for anyplace that might have a change of clothing. For the most part though, the only open businesses on the street were bars, liquor stores, and cheap motels. None of which could help me out in the clothing department. Then I saw it…
A few blocks ahead stood an old church. I knew that churches usually received clothing donations and I might be lucky and find something at the one ahead of me. Already feeling better at possibility of clean fitting clothes, I refused to allow myself to think it might be locked. Besides, weren’t churches supposed to be open all the time for the wandering soul that needs to be saved?
As I reached the front door, I sent a quick prayer to God. I guess he wasn’t listening as the door didn’t budge.
“Damn it! Now what?” I swore out loud.
I decided to take a closer look at the building to see if I could find a way inside the church. Unfortunately, the other 2 doors that led into it were locked as well. Desperate and no other way, I decided to break a small basement window in the back of the church. I figured here no one could see me and what I was doing. Not wanting to be cut by the glass, I checked the dumpster for anything I could use to knock the window pane out. When I saw the old choir robe inside the dumpster, I felt like things may be looking up finally. The robe had been torn which was probably why they threw it out. It didn’t matter as it would still work for me.
I tore off a section of the robe and wrapped it around my small fist. I made sure my fist was protected by the cloth. I then hit the window pane with my covered fist and was relieved to hear the tinkling sound of broken glass. I even made sure to remove all the shards of glass that hadn’t fallen to the basement floor. I was about to enter through the window but when I saw the broken glass below, I changed my mind.
I un-wrapped the cloth from my fist and proceeded to wrap my foot in it. I then tore off another section of the robe and wrapped my other foot in it. Now with my feet protected and warming up, I laid the rest of the torn robe over the window sill. This was so that I could squeeze through without cutting myself on any possible remaining glass.
As I slipped inside, I dropped to the floor below. Somehow, by the grace of God, I didn’t injure myself. Now inside, I wasn’t sure where to maybe find any clothes they might have. Not knowing what else to do, I started searching the church. I of course began in the basement. I ended up finding mostly old junk, but no clothes. I headed up the stairs and ended up in the Fellowship Hall. It was a large room with several doors that led off of it. The larger doors I was sure led to the Sanctuary. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t find what I wanted in there. So I started to check the other doors. The first door led into a large coat closet. Other than a few old coats and large pair of scuffed brown good shoes, there was nothing in it. The next door turned out to be locked, so I went on to the next door.
As I checked each of the doors, I came across some smaller rooms which looked like bible study rooms. I found the church kitchen. I came across what obviously was the nursery. When I found the bathrooms, I decided that I could at least clean myself up. I also realized that I suddenly needed to desperately pee. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before. I guess it must have been the suggestion the bathroom gave, when I saw it?
I emptied my bladder and flushed the toilet once I was done. Checking around the bathroom, I found a hand towel and using the sink, I began to try and clean myself up a little. After I was finished, I dried myself off the best I could with that hand towel. I just wished I didn’t have to put that dirty shirt back on, but I had nothing else to wear yet.
As I came out of the bathroom, I was given the scare of my life when someone cleared their throat. I guess the person thought it was pretty funny how bad they scared me. He was laughing quite animatedly. I am just glad I had just emptied my bladder as I would have definitely peed all over myself if I hadn’t.
As my heart returned to its normal place in my chest, I glared at the guy who scared me. It was now that I recognized who the guy was. He was dressed in minister/priest robes, but there was no doubting that it was the bartender from last night. Other than chuckling lightly to himself, he didn’t say anything as he stood before me.
As I realized that it was truly him, I found myself getting angrier by the second.
“It’s Mike, right?” I snapped.
“Right you are Benji.” He smiled as he said this.
“How do you know my name?!” I shouted at him. I didn’t wait for him to answer though and fired my next question at him. “What the world did you do to me? I demand you turn me back into my adult self!”
“I am sorry Benji, I can’t do that. You made a wish and we have to let the wish be carried out to its conclusion.” Mike said in a mysterious way that led me to believe he wasn’t telling me something.
“What if I don’t want it anymore?” I was almost pleading at this point. “Besides, this wasn’t what I actually pictured. I was thinking it would be more like going back into the past to when I was originally a kid. Instead, you made me a kid in the present! Shoot, where am I supposed to go. My parents aren’t even alive anymore! I don’t have anyone!” At this point I broke down and started to cry.
“I am sorry Benji that it wasn’t what you exactly expected. What it is though, is what you needed!” Mike was no longer laughing but seemed to be serene. “You wanted no responsibility and a chance at a 2nd childhood. It is now up to destiny where this might lead.”
“But, I don’t know what to do.” I begged.
Mike then smiled and pointed towards a door I had yet to look in. “How about some clean clothes.”
I went and checked the door and found it unlocked. As the door opened, I was happy to discover boxes and boxes of clothing. Before I entered the room though, Mike stopped me.
“Benji, you better move quickly. You tripped a burglar alarm and the police are on their way.”
“How much time do I have?” I asked worried.
“Not enough!” And as Mike said this, he vanished from sight.
At this, I rushed to find me something to wear! I just hoped that I could get something and get out of there before the police arrived!
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Post by Admin on May 29, 2015 14:22:30 GMT -5
Chapter 5
Wanting to not waste any time, I decided not to be too picky. When I found a pair of brown corduroy pants, a belt, and a warm pull over shirt that looked to be about my size, I quickly got dressed. Unfortunately, they didn’t have any shoes that would fit me. They were either way too big for my feet or they were too small.
Not knowing what else to do, I decided I would just have to make do with the bound cloth I had wrapped my feet in earlier. I just hoped that I could find some proper shoes at some point. Anyway, I was just buckling the belt when I heard police sirens. From the sound of it, they were quickly approaching.
“Damn! They are here already!” I freaked out.
Not knowing what else to do, I ran to the back of the church and exited out the back door. Without thinking about it, I took off down the alley. I had hoped to get far enough away before the police made it there. The problem was, that I in my attempt to escape, ran right into an officer who had been coming around to the back of the church.
I tried my best to escape but he grabbed me and wasn’t about to let go. The officer, who looked to be about 20 years old and fresh out of the academy, held me firmly in his grasp.
“Son, calm down!” The young officer instructed me.
“I am not your son!” I spat. “I am old enough to be your father!”
“Well Dad, how about you tell me what you are doing back here!” The officer stated dryly.
I didn’t find the officer’s remark very funny. I knew I looked like a kid to this cop, but that didn’t stop me from wanting the respect that I normally had as an adult.
“If I let you go, will you calm down and tell me what you were doing back here?”
I wanted to yell at him and tell the officer that he did not have a deal, but I knew that would not help my situation. So, with a look of disgust, I succumb to the officer’s wishes. I stopped trying to fight him and relaxed in his arms.
For his part, the officer kept his word and let go of me. He still made sure I was in arm’s length in case I decided to try and flee. He looked me up and down; I guess that was when he saw my cloth-bound feet.
“What happened to your shoes son?” He asked eyeing my feet curiously.
Again I chose not to answer him. He scowled then his eye seemed to catch something. It turned out that what he saw was the broken basement window.
“Did you do that son?” He asked me sharply and nodded towards the broken window.
I bit my tongue this time at his use of ‘Son’. Instead of looking over at the window, I just stared silently at the cop. I knew what my rights were and one of them was my right to remain silent. I wasn’t about to say anything that would incriminate myself.
The officer took my bout of silence as a confession. He reached out and grabbed my shoulder with a large hand. With his other hand, he grabbed his radio.
“Hey Jim, I think I found our perp out back. It appears he broke a basement window.”
“Okay Tom, everything out front looks good.” A voice came over the radio. “Do you need any assistance?”
“No, it is just a kid. Looks like he broke a window.” Tom reported.
“Are you sure he is alone?” Jim voice came back over the radio.
Tom was about to respond when he noticed that the back door I had exited through was ajar. “I am not sure but I think so. The back door is ajar so he or someone had been inside. The kid ain’t talking though. I guess I am going to need you after all.”
A second later a police car pulled into the Alley. Tom led me to the back door of the police car. He kept one hand holding my shoulder with a firm grip and used the other to open the door.
“Alright, in you go.” And he half pushed me inside the backseat.
Jim, who had driven the car around to the alley, got out and joined Tom as they entered through the open back door. They were gone inside the church for several minutes before returning to the police car. Jim got behind the wheel of the police car and Tom got in on the passenger side. It was obvious that Jim was the senior partner. He looked like he was in his mid-fifties.
Before he started the police car up, Jim got on the radio and let dispatch know that they found just me, a kid at the scene. That it appeared that I had broken into the church through a basement window in back and that I exited through the rear door. He reported that they didn’t find any signs of other intruders.
“10 four.” Dispatch responded.
“Dispatch do you wish us to stay here until someone comes and secures the church?” Jim asked.
“No, that will not be necessary. Please bring the kid in.”
“Alright, will do.” Jim replied and then started the car.
“Boy, they keep getting younger and younger!” Tom sighed as his partner pulled the police car out of the Alley and onto the street.
“I know what you mean partner.” Jim nodded.
After that, neither partner spoke again until we pulled into the parking lot of the police precinct.
“If you want, I will take him in.” Tom offered as soon as they parked.
“Okay, I guess I will just wait out here for you.” Jim happily accepted as he fished a book out of the glove compartment.
And as Jim began to read, Tom let me out. For a brief second, I considered fleeing but I wasn’t too sure I would get too far before I was captured again. Even if I did get away, where would I go? I was in a real mess! Besides, Tom wasn’t going to let me get away.
Just like he did when he directed me into the police car, Tom firmly grabbed hold of my shoulder as I got out of the car. He then led me inside the police station.
As we walked inside the station, I saw a bench with a couple young guys and an older woman sitting on it. It wasn’t until we passed them that I noticed that all three of them were handcuffed to the bench. I found myself wondering what they were here for. Seeing those handcuffed prisoners made me really start to think. And as Tom led me towards the desk Sergeant I began to really worry.
“For the first time in my life, I am going to have a record!” I thought to myself.
You know, that was one thing that I could be proud of. Up until now, I was never in trouble with the law. Of course this doesn’t mean I never did things that could get me in trouble with the law. As a child I shoplifted a few times, that is until I got caught. The store security guard scared me so bad that it left a lasting impression on me and I never stole again. I did some other things as a kid that I wasn’t too proud of but for the most part I was a good kid and I became a law abiding adult.
“…so where do you want to put him?” Tom asked. I caught the tail end of the discussion between Tom and the desk Sergeant. I had been so caught up in my thoughts I hadn’t even realized that the two had been talking until now.
“The drunk tank isn’t empty, so we can’t put him there.” The desk Sergeant informed Tom. “I tell you what, put him into interrogation room 3 and I will let the Lieutenant know he is in there.” He suggested.
Tom found this acceptable and after thanking the Sergeant, he directed me further into the police station. When we stopped at a door that I figured was interrogation room 3, he opened it and led me inside. The room was empty except for a table with a chair at each end.
Now I had thought he was just going to lock me inside but when he led me over to one of the chairs, I found out different. Tom instructed me to sit in the chair and when I did, he grabbed a cuff that was lying on the floor and attached it to my leg. The other end of the cuff was attached to a ring anchored into the floor.
“Stay there!” Tom instructed me and his tone said very clearly, don’t mess with me.
I found this ridiculous, I mean where in the world was I going to be able to go with my leg cuffed to the floor like it was? Maybe the cop thought I was some great escape artist!
“The Lieutenant should be in here shortly.” Tom said, interrupting my thoughts. He then walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
It wasn’t until I heard the door lock that I realized how badly I needed to Pee!
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Post by Admin on May 29, 2015 14:26:54 GMT -5
Chapter 6
“What is it about not noticing you have to pee until you are locked into a room by yourself?” I said out loud to the empty room.
Thinking about this reminded me of something from when I was a kid. I remembered many times being sent down to our basement to get something and no sooner then I got down there, I would suddenly need to pee. This made it difficult to keep my mind on what I was down there for. A few times I even ended up peeing my pants before locating what I was sent down there to find. This of course aggravated my mother! She would yell at me and demand to know why I just didn’t come back up and pee in the toilet. For some reason I never knew the answer to this question. But because of this, my mom started to remind me to pee, before sending me downstairs to the basement.
If you hadn’t figured it out by now, as a kid, I had a very small bladder. This was the reason why I wet the bed every night according to my Pediatrician back then. He told me that I needed to stretch my bladder and make it stronger. In order to accomplish this, I was told to hold my bladder for a period of time anytime I felt the need to go. This was of course supposed to stretch my bladder out. Instead, for me it just led to more pants wetting accidents. By the time I was 10 years old, Mom gave up on the bladder stretching exercises and just had me go pee right away. She figured it was better than me constantly wetting my pants. This of course kept my bladder small for several more years and even though my pants wetting accidents dwindled, I still occasionally wasn’t able to hold it long enough at times to make it to the toilet.
“Boy! All this thought on my bladder problems as a kid isn’t helping with my need to pee!” I said through pursed lips as I tried to mentally close shut my bladder. Unfortunately, I don’t think it was really working all that well. “Why did he have to give me my old bladder problem as well as make me a kid again?!” I grumbled loudly as I felt my bladder muscles strain at the building pressure.
I was told that the Lieutenant would be in shortly, so I was doing my best to hold it. But as the pressure and need to release increased, I found it harder and harder to do so. After about 10 minutes of sitting in that room, I started to worry that the Lieutenant would not be in right away like I was told.
Feeling my bladder muscles weakening, I reached down and grabbed ahold of myself in hopes of clamping off the impending flow! I knew from past experience that it was only a matter of time before I wet myself.
Since I was not able to go over and pound on the door due to the ankle cuff, I tired yelling as loud as I could. “PLEASE SOMEONE! I NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM!” I then listened to see if anyone was coming to let me out but after several seconds went by and no one came, I decided they must have not heard me. So I tried yelling again, this time louder. “PLEASE! I REALLY REALLY NEED TO PEE!” I cried again to no avail.
At this, I realized that either no one could hear me outside this room or they just didn’t care. It was bad enough that I still occasionally wet the bed but I was about to embarrass myself even more! I hadn’t wet my pants since I was 15 and that last time had been the most embarrassing accident yet! I had been in math class and no matter how many times I begged to be allowed to use the bathroom; Mrs. Stacey refused to let me go. She informed me that was what the breaks between classes were meant for. Now if it hadn’t been for the fact that my need came only 15 minutes into class, she may have let me go but this was not the case.
Due to the fact that I occasionally found myself in this boat many times ever since I had started Junior High, most of the kids in the classroom knew what I was about to do. I could hear the giggling and snickering as I began to squirm in my seat more and more. Finally after almost 6 minutes of trying my best to hold back the floodgates, I finally lost the battle and I quickly soaked my pants. Because my seat had been one of those with the open slots in the bottom of it, it didn’t take long for the pee to make it to them and start to drip steadily to the floor. As the puddle grew under my desk, kids who were close by me jumped from their desk so that they wouldn’t end up getting caught in my pee puddle. The rest of the class broke out in complete laughter.
I was so humiliated that day, that I refused to go back school for the next couple days. It wasn’t until after sitting down with my mother, the school counselor, and the vice principal; that I agreed to come back to school. It was agreed that I would be allowed to use the bathroom anytime I needed; that I just had to ask. The counselor informed my teachers of this decision and after that, life got a lot easier for me. Of course I was made fun of for my accident but this wasn’t new for me.
So here I was locked in this room and cuffed to the floor and I knew that at any moment I was going to wet my pants… Well actually, I wasn’t quite sure whose pants they were.
I squeezed myself even tighter as I felt a small trickle of urine enter my pants. The only thing this action did was cause me some considerable pain.
Finally, after about 20 minutes in the room, I lost complete control of my bladder. As the hot urine gushed into my pants, tears of shame ran down my face. I of course quickly had a puddle of pee form on the floor underneath the seat I had been sitting in. This of course reminded me again of wetting myself during school. Even though the kids were not there to laugh at me, I still found myself picturing their laughing faces in my mind. They were laughing and pointing at me and calling me names. My face just continued to burn in shame!
Not more than 10 minutes later, the Lieutenant walked into the room!
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Post by Admin on May 29, 2015 14:28:56 GMT -5
Chapter 7
“My name is Lieutenant Grant.” He stated as soon as he walked into the room without even really looking at me.
He in fact was flipping through a couple pages through a folder. If that folder was all about me, I was wondering how they could have filled a couple pages like that already without knowing who I was or anything about me.
“Can you tell me your name son?” The officer asked and he finally looked up at me.
While waiting for me to answer, he took a seat across from me. At first I didn’t say anything, I just watched as he withdrew a small pad of paper and a pen from his pocket. It wasn’t until the Lieutenant looked back at me in such a way that I can’t even describe, that I felt I had to cooperate or else!
“My name is Benjamin Fuller, but I go by Ben.” I quickly informed the Lieutenant.
I was grateful for one thing; he had yet to notice my very wet condition. Then again, it was mostly hidden by the table. The puddle on the other hand was large and very noticeable under my chair. For the moment though, it still seemed to be unnoticed.
When I gave the Lieutenant my name, he wrote it on that pad of paper of his. He then took a moment to study me (At least that is what it looked like to me.) and I decided to do the same with him. He was roughly the same age as I was… well… That was before I was turned into a twerp by Mike!
The Lieutenant was in plain clothes and wore slacks and a polo shirt. The thing that stuck out the most was that he had a gravelly voice as if he smoked a lot of cigarettes in his life.
“Age?” He asked without looking up from his pad he was writing on.
“39” I said without even thinking about it first.
This of course got the Lieutenants attention and as he looked up from his pad he was writing on and at me, I felt the piercing stare he was giving me. I could tell this was one guy that didn’t like jokes.
He cleared his throat before saying, “Son, I am not playing games here! So stop playing games with me! Now please tell me your correct age.”
As frightening as he was, I wasn’t one to be pushed around either. Especially after one of the worst 24hr periods of my life! So I just returned his look and repeated with all sincerity my real age.
“I said my age was 39, so take it or leave it!”
The Lieutenant did not look happy one bit and just scribbled something into his notebook before continuing with his questioning.
“So, how about telling me why you broke into the church?” He asked and I could hear a little aggravation in his voice.
I was about to deny that I broke into the church, then I realized that my fingerprints must be all over the inside of the church. I thought about this question for a moment or two. I mean it might be better for me to be honest and just tell the truth, that I was there to get some clothes. Then again, if I told him that, I would have to explain why I needed the clothes. This would then lead to the fact that I was wondering the streets without any clothes in the first place and he would be wondering why. I mean, he didn’t believe me when I tried to tell him how old I was, there was no way he was going to believe everything that had happened to me since I met Mike. All I would do was infuriate him more and I was sure that was something that I definitely did not want to do!
So, not knowing what else to say, I just shrugged my shoulders. As I expected, this irritated the Lieutenant very much. I don’t know why, but I remembered when I was a kid the first time around that when I did this with my mother, she would get so upset that she would at times smack me. The look on the Lieutenant’s face looked almost the same as my mother’s before she reached out and struck me!
Before the Lieutenant could say anything or for that matter hit me, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Still looking very irritated, he got up to answer it. When he opened the door, I saw a uniformed officer standing there and he was accompanied by a Priest. I watched as the officer and the Lieutenant started to speak in whispers. I tried to listen in but was not able to really make out anything. The Lieutenant sighed suddenly and looked a little upset but he waved the Priest into the room. The other officer then left, closing the door behind him. Since there was only one other chair in the room, the Lieutenant offered it to the Priest who graciously took the offered chair.
“This is Father Caleb.” Lieutenant Grant said as he introduced me to the Priest. He is the Priest of ‘Holy Trinity’, the church you found the need to break into and vandalize and God knows what else!” And the way he said this, it was very obvious that he thought I was the worst of the worst, when it came to criminals.
“Now… Now… Lieutenant. Can’t you see that you are scaring the boy?” Father Caleb said kindly. He then gave me a warm smile. “You look like a good boy.” At this, I frowned. I wasn’t sure what to think of this Priest and if he was playing a game with me. Father Caleb though seemed to be determined to get on my good side. Again he smiled at me. “Don’t worry, I can tell when I see a good boy. You must have really been in dire need if you had to break into the Church.”
I wasn’t sure but I think Father Caleb’s niceness was working on me. “Yes Sir.” I said, finally finding my voice. Then I quickly added, “I will pay for the broken window.” The Priest just nodded his head in agreement.
“What is your name son?” He asked kindly.
“Benjamin Fuller.” I said, giving my full name again without thinking.
“Do you mind if I call you Ben?” He asked and I nodded my head letting him know that I didn’t mind. “So how old are you Ben?”
Being called a liar not more than 10 or 15 minutes ago on the very same question, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to answer it this time truthfully. Up to now, Father Caleb thinks I am a good boy and seems to believe what I am telling him. The last thing I wanted to do was to jeopardize all of that because of the impossible implausibility of me actually being 39 years old.
“Sir, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I finally said as I really didn’t want to lie or just not say anything.
“How about giving me the chance to believe you or not?”
“Okay, but just know that I warned you and that I am not kidding about this or trying to play a game with you.” I explained before revealing my age to him. “Yesterday I was a 39 year old man and very early this morning I woke up and found myself the young boy you see now before you.”
I was sure that Father Caleb was going to have the same reaction to my response as the Lieutenant had. Instead, I was surprised when he just nodded his head as it was something that happened every day. Even the Lieutenant Grant seemed surprised that the Priest just seemed to accept this. Instead of questioning me anymore about that, Father Caleb went on with his questioning.
“Now as I was saying earlier, I can see that you are a good boy and that you must have been in desperate need if you had to break into the church. Could you tell me what your need was and if we can still help you?” Father Caleb asked with sincerity.
“Well… I… Um…” I tried to explain why I broke in but again, I found it hard to do. This time it was more due to embarrassment then to disbelief.
“Go on Son.”
“Well… I… uh…” I then lowered my voice and in an almost whisper, I finally told him why I broke in. “When I woke up as a kid, my adult clothes no longer fit me and I really needed some clothes that would fit me. I was hopeful that maybe I would find something in the Church that I could wear and I found these clothes.” I then pointed at myself.
This of course made both the Lieutenant and Father Caleb look at me and I worried for a moment that they might have noticed that I peed my pants. Of course I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide that fact forever. Once again thinking about my wet condition reminded me of when I was a kid and wet my pants.
In the beginning my parents were very understanding about my wetting problems. But then as I got older and the problem continued, they started to not be so understanding. It didn’t help when the doctors couldn’t find any real physical reason for causing my problem. Eventually it was believed that I was doing it on purpose for attention or because I was lazy. When I got around 7 years old my parents, who were tired of my wetting problem, took me to a specialist that a friend recommended. It was this specialist that explained to them that I had an extremely small and weak bladder for a child my age. He felt that this was my biggest obstacle and that began my bladder stretching exercises. He also recommended that I see a Child Psychiatrist and make sure there were no emotional issues that might be causing my wetting problem as well. In the end, this led to a better understanding of my problem and my parents became much more supportive and less punitive when it came to my accidents. They also went to bat for me at school if I had an accident and the school was the cause of the accident, as I already mentioned. They were great parents who at first didn’t understand the problem but once they did, they proved how good they were still. I really missed them now that they were both dead. I was the only child and other than some real distant relatives that I really didn’t know, I had no one other than my wife; who no longer wants to have anything to do with me.
Father Caleb, who seemed to accept my answer to why I broke into the church, interrupted my thoughts with his next question. “Ben, tell me… Do you have any family?” I didn’t know how, but somehow it was as if he was reading my thoughts.
“No, they are both dead.” I confirmed. “I am all alone.”
To be honest, I was playing a little to the Father’s sympathy in order to help me get out of trouble. But I also was finding that I really liked this Man of God.
“I see.” He then stood up and looked at the Lieutenant who had been scowling all through the conversation that the Priest and I were having. “Lieutenant Grant, the church will not be pressing charges against this boy.” And as he stated this, the scowl on the Lieutenant’s face became even angrier looking. “Seeing that the boy has no family or place to go, I would like to take the boy with me. The church has associations with a boy’s group home that he can stay at until we can get him a more permanent placement.”
“I am sorry Father, but that is not possible.” The Lieutenant stated still scowling. “Personally I think you are making a big mistake dropping the charges. How else is the boy going to learn that he isn’t supposed to break the law?”
“Lieutenant, I am a man of God and I can tell when I see a good boy. God is telling me that there is more to this than what we can see and that I need to help him. So I will say again; the Church will not be pressing any charges and I ask that you release the boy into my care.” Father Caleb interrupted.
“I am sorry Father but if you can give me a chance to finish, I will explain why I can’t release him yet.” The Lieutenant stated sharply. He then went on. “The boy may be a runaway or he may be a juvenile delinquent. Either way, we cannot release him until we check him out fully.” He said this with a smug look.
“Surely Lieutenant, you can check him out while he is staying at the group home. You know where you can find him if it turns out that you do find something. Personally, I don’t think you will find anything and I would hate to see the poor boy locked up somewhere several days while you do your checks.”
The Lieutenant wasn’t about ready to give up just yet. “Father, you know that we have to contact Child Services in situations like these.”
“Lieutenant, you know very well that our group home works closely with Child Services and that we can do all the paper work there. Look at it this way; I can save you all that paperwork that I know you hate doing.”
I could see that the Father was getting his point across as the Lieutenant stood there and thought about all that paperwork.
Finally, the Lieutenant relented. I could see in his eyes that he was won over by the Priest’s argument. “Alright, but just know that I am going to still check the kid out through the system.” He then looked over at me and I swear he had scowl back. “Before you leave, I will need your finger prints.” He said flatly.
The Lieutenant then came over to me and was about to unlock the ankle cuffs. It was then when he noticed my wet pants. “Boy! Why didn’t you tell me you had to pee?!” He asked loudly and sounded as if he was getting angry again.
I blushed deep red as the officer blurted this out. I felt like both Father Caleb and Lieutenant Grant were staring at me as if I were some sort of stupid little kid. I would later find out that Father Caleb was very concerned for me and very upset with the Lieutenant for his loud announcement made to just embarrass me. But for now I tried my best to explain as my face burned.
“I tried to get someone’s attention but no one came and I couldn’t hold it any longer.” I mumbled as the Lieutenant un-cuffed me.
The Lieutenant was about to say something but was stopped by Father Caleb. “Don’t you worry Ben, I am sure we can find you some clean clothes for you to change into once we get to the group home.”
At this, the Lieutenant had me follow him out of the room and down the hall into another room. Now when I heard that the Lieutenant wanted my fingerprints my first thought was, I was finally going to be able to prove who I was. I also expected to be printed like I was when I was a kid. Back then, my parents took me down to the police station to get me fingerprinted so the police would have my fingerprints in case anything ever happened to me. You know, it was part of the McGruff the Crime Dog ‘Stranger Danger Program’. Anyway, back then they stuck each of your fingers one by one on an ink pad then rolled them on a sheet of paper. Boy was I surprised to find that technology has come a long way and now we no longer need that ink pad. The good thing about that is no more ink mess on your fingers that take days to wear off. Instead I was told to sit down next to the Lieutenant who sat at a computer. He then instructed me how to roll each of my fingers over the scanner that sat in front of me. It seemed to take several times for each finger before he was completely satisfied and moved on. As we were doing this, I found myself wondering how long it would take for the computer to find my fingerprints from when I was a child. As I stated before, I had never been in trouble before so I didn’t have any other fingerprints on file. Also, I wasn’t sure if my fingerprints were even in the computer database or not. Anyway, as soon as he had my prints scanned, he led me back to the lobby where Father Caleb was waiting for me.
The Father then took hold of my shoulder and directed me towards the door which the Lieutenant opened for us. Before we went through though, the Father stopped briefly at the doorway and turned towards the Lieutenant.
“I hope I will see you at Mass Charles.” With that we left the police station and walked out to his car. When he told me to get inside, I looked at him worriedly. I guess he had forgotten the wet condition my pants were in. To remind him, I pointed to my pants in hopes that he would understand without me having to explain any further.
“Ah… That is right!” He then scrounged around in his truck and a moment later emerged with a plastic grocery bag in his hand. “Okay, put this on the seat and sit on it.” I did as I was told and sat down on the bag.
As we drove away, I wondered where we were going. This day so far had not gone good for me and I was worried that it was going to continue to be bad. I found myself thinking about what Mike had said about the wish running its course. How was I supposed to know if I was working in the right direction for it to do so? Then again, maybe it didn’t matter.
“Alright we’re here.” Father Caleb announced, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked out the window as he turned off the ignition and began to get out of the car. When he saw that I wasn’t getting out he looked in at me. Come on Ben we need to get you inside and registered, so that you don’t miss lunch.
“I know, but what about my pants!” I reminded him quickly.
“Don’t worry Ben; I am sure Mrs. Betty can find something for you to wear.”
I didn’t know who Mrs. Betty was but I was about to find out.
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Post by Admin on May 29, 2015 14:30:26 GMT -5
Chapter 8
As we entered the home, I hid behind Father Caleb. I of course wasn’t shy or anything like that. It was just the fact that there were several other boys in the front room of the home as we walked in and I didn’t want them to see that I had wet my pants. The only problem with that was, I was a new face and soon I had a group of boys following me and Father Caleb.
I didn’t know it then but I would learn that there were a total of 11 boys in the group home and all of them seemed to be following me. The boys looked to be between the ages of 10 to 14. In order to try and keep them from seeing the wet patch on the front of my pants, I inched up closer to Father Caleb, to the point where I was almost riding his leg. You know, being 39 years old, you would think I would have remembered that I had been sitting down when I had wet my pants and therefore they would have a big wet spot on the butt of them. For some reason though, I completely went stupid. I guess you could say I was acting like the age I looked. Anyway, I was so concerned about the front of my pants that I forgot the back them. Of course one of the older boys picked up on this right away!
“Hey look guys! He wet his pants like a wittle baby!” The boy shouted in baby talk loud enough for everyone to hear. “Ooooooh! Look at the wittle baby!” He laughed loudly with his friends. I of course felt like bursting into tears, which was a strange feeling in of its own since it is one a little kid would normally have and not an adult like myself.
“Damn Ben! You look like a little kid and at this moment there is nothing you can do about that! But I absolutely draw the line when it comes to acting like a little kid!” I silently scolded myself.
“Peter! You know better than to make fun of somebody!” Father Caleb scolded the older boy sternly, the one that just called me a baby. “Now apologize to Ben here for what you said!”
I watched the boy as he respectfully looked at Father Caleb. “Sorry Father.” The boy named Peter apologized to the Priest. He then looked over at me and even though he smiled, looked, and kind of sounded sincere; I wasn’t born yesterday! As Peter said “I am sorry for making fun of your disability.” I could hear the disdain hidden in his voice and I knew right then that Peter was not going to be one that I could count as a friend while here. It didn’t help that as soon as Father Caleb turned his back that the older boy Peter motioned with his closed fist and thumb across his neck, to show he meant to cut my neck off as soon as he had a chance.
Before I could retaliate or do anything, an unseen voice rang out. “Boys! Isn’t it about lunch time?” The voice was that of a woman and it sounded like it came from somewhere up ahead. Then as if to prove she existed, the woman stepped into the hallway from an office just up ahead of us and to the right. The boys didn’t move right away and the woman gave them a severe look. “Boys! Go to the dining room now!”
“Yes Mrs. Betty.” They all said in chorus. The boys then took off down the hall and out of sight.
With the way she looked at the boys and the command she had over them, I felt that I too would have followed the boys if it hadn’t been for my wet pants. Not only that but I was after all pretty hungry. For now though, I chose to stick close to Father Caleb and hope that maybe he might find out that this place is full and after getting me a change of clothes taking me to a better place. I know, as an adult I should know better but one could wish, could they?
“Hello Father, so you are bringing us a new boy?” Mrs. Betty asked as she waved us into the small and crowded office.
“Yes Mrs. Betty. His name is Ben and he doesn’t have a family.”
Mrs. Betty looked at me sweetly. “I am so sorry little one.” She said apologetically like it was all her fault I was parentless.
“I am not a little kid!” I announced defiantly.
Of course, it didn’t help that I looked everything like a little kid, including my peed pants! Mrs. Betty of course just took it in as me just being a kid. She sat down behind a small desk piled high with thick manila folders. I figured the manila folders represented the children that came to stay here in this group home. There was also a computer which she began typing on and I figured she was probably starting a file for me.
“So Ben dear, how old are you?” She asked.
“39” I replied a little aggravated. I was starting to get tired of being referred to as a kid, so my aggravation was winning over my common sense. Meaning the common sense that no one is going to believe me when I tell them that I am actually an adult.
“9” Mrs. Betty stated as she typed the answer into her computer form.
I am not sure what I hated more, the fact that she misunderstood me or the fact that she could actually believe that I could actually be 9 years old!
“I didn’t say 9! I said 3-9!” I repeated.
This made Mrs. Betty stop and look me over. “Now Ben, this is a time to be serious. Please tell me how old you really are?”
I really considered telling her the truth, that I was 39 last night and that I woke up like this. But so far this hasn’t worked out so well for me, well other than Father Caleb, he seemed to be about the only one who kind of seemed to believe me. Then again he could have just been humoring me. It wasn’t like he was coming to my aid just now so I guess he didn’t really believe me after all. For now, I did not want to make matters worse for me. Mike had stated that all I had to do was let the wish run its course and everything would go back to normal. From what I could gather, if I kept fighting this situation, then it would never run its course! So, I decided to cooperate and play the game and pretend to be the kid everyone thought I was. Since I wasn’t sure exactly what age I was at the moment, I lied.
“I am 12.” I said off the top of my head.
She looked at me as if she didn’t believe me but after a moment she typed something into her computer. “And your family is all dead? Is that correct?” I just nodded my head as she looked at me for my answer. Again she typed on her computer. And this was how it went for the next 10 or so minutes. She would ask me questions and I would either answer her truthfully or come up with a believable lie. “Well Father, I will take it from here. Will you be joining us for lunch?” You know, before Mrs. Betty said this, I had completely forgotten that Father Caleb was there. At least over the last 10 minutes or so I had.
“I wish I could but I need to supervise a window replacement.”
I of course knew what he was talking about and was glad when he didn’t go into it further. “Alright Father, I suppose we will see you tomorrow?”
“Of course.” He then looked at me. “Son, I am not sure what it is exactly, but I have a feeling that God has something special planned for you.” He then ruffled my hair a little. “You be good and I will see you tomorrow.” He then looked at Mrs. Betty. “I am going to see personally that he gets placed in a permanent home.” He informed her before saying goodbye and leaving.
“Okay Ben, let’s go and see if we can find you some things to where while here with us. That way you can change into some clean clothes and put on some real shoes.” As Mrs. Betty said this last part she eyed my cloth bound feet which made me feel a little subconscious. “Okay Ben, just follow me. The clothing room is just down the hall to the left. I am sure we can find plenty of things for you to wear in your size.”
Sure enough, there was a large room filled with boys clothing. Mrs. Betty found me 5 shirts and 2 pairs of blue jeans, 1 pair of good pants and 1 good shirt for church, and a pair of sweats. She also found 2 pairs of PJ's that fit me as well. At first I was afraid that she was going to make me wear someone else underwear and socks but it turned out that they got donations to buy new underwear and socks for us boys. And so she gave me a new package of underwear and socks. I just hope I can keep those underwear dry!
The last thing she helped me pick out was a coat and a pair of shoes that fit. This now completed my new wardrobe. She put all of this into a couple of grocery bags and had me follow her upstairs to a small room with a bunk bed in it.
“AJ is your bunkmate and nice boy. You guys are lucky because you get the small room. So you only have to share with each other.”
I wasn’t really sure what was good about it. As she said, the room was dinky. It also had a very familiar odor that, I knew all too well. It wasn’t hard to figure out the reason why Mrs. Betty stuck me in this room and maybe she thought she was doing me a favor and maybe she was. Still, I am sure the others weren’t dumb. You couldn’t pass this room in the hallway without smelling the pee smell that emanated from this room. For now though, I chose to do my best to ignore it.
“Okay Ben. I am going to put your stuff here in this drawer…” at this Mrs. Betty started opening drawers on one of the small dressers in the room and putting away my new clothes. “…and while I am doing this, you can take a shower across the hall and get cleaned up. If you look here…” at this she pointed to the bar next to my dresser that had a towel rack with a towel and a wash cloth on it. “…This is where you will keep your wash cloth and towel until laundry day. Okay, now here you go.” Mrs. Betty handed me a change of my new clothes and I grabbed my towel and wash cloth and started towards the door but was stopped before I left the room. “I am sorry Ben, Lunch will be over by the time you get done but I will go ahead and put something aside for you when you are ready to eat.”
And with that, I headed for the shower and the beginning of my new existence here at this place.
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Post by Admin on May 29, 2015 14:39:48 GMT -5
Chapter 9
I am not sure how long I stood there and allowed the warm water to pour over my childish body; all I could say for sure is that it felt great! My body and muscles had begun to stiffen and whether it was due to being out in the cold earlier or if it was something to do with the process of being turned into a little snot nose brat, I wasn’t sure! Whatever it was, the hot water from the shower was helping them feel better. In fact, if it hadn’t been for Mrs. Betty checking up on me, I may have stood there underneath the shower head until the hot water was completely gone.
“Are you about done in there Ben?!” her voice was loud enough to be heard from the hallway and over the sound of the shower.
Afraid that she might come in and see me naked, I quickly replied with a lie. “I am almost done Mrs. Betty!” I yelled out loud enough for her to hear.
I then started to fervently scrub myself clean as fast as I could. I did this in order to finish cleaning myself before Mrs. Betty became curious and decided to come in and look for herself.
I think I must have beaten a record as I was washed and rinsed off completely and was in the process of drying myself off by the time that Mrs. Betty came back. I can’t be sure as I didn’t have a watch, but I don’t think even 5 minutes had gone by yet.
As I heard her approach I mentally kicked myself for not remembering to shut the bathroom door once I got out of the shower. I was so sure Mrs. Betty was going to just walk right in on me and when it didn’t happen, I was pretty surprised. I guess she must have heard me drying off as she stopped in the hallway.
“Are you about done Ben?” Came Mrs. Betty’s voice from around the corner. I could see now that she was trying to give me my privacy.
“Almost, I just need to get dressed.” And even though I could see that it appeared she was trying to give me my privacy, I still had an irrational fear that at any moment she was going to try coming into the bathroom at any second and see me naked.
“Okay child, hurry up and finish. Once your dressed, meet me out in the hall.” I then heard her walk down the hall a ways as if she was checking in on something else. I then heard her talking to someone. I couldn’t make out what she was saying and I really didn’t care either.
Deciding not to take any more chances, I walked over and shut the bathroom door. With my privacy once more, I finished drying off before quickly putting on my underwear and pants before Mrs. Betty had a chance to change her mind and come back. The turtle neck shirt was actually not too bad looking and almost looked new and as I pulled it on, I checked myself out in the mirror. As I stood there, I found myself also thinking about what Mrs. Betty had asked about. For the life of me I just couldn’t figure it out no matter how long I looked at myself. I just couldn’t figure out exactly how old I was. How far back in age did Mike send me? Since he didn’t send me in time as well, there isn’t the date element to use to figure out my age. So how am I supposed to figure out my age? Well I guess if I see him again I will have to ask him I suppose. Finally I stepped away from the mirror and opened the bathroom door and entered the hallway where Mrs. Betty was waiting for me.
“Follow me Ben. This is the way to the dining room. Most meals are served there and unless otherwise told, you will report there for your meals.” Mrs. Betty explained as she showed the way downstairs to the dining room.
We passed a few other rooms, where some of the boys were doing other things in. Finally we entered the dining room where I found a plate with a sandwich and chips and a small bowl of soup. Mrs. Betty smiled as she watched me sit down in front of the food set out for me and as I started to eat, she gave me one last instruction before she left for her office.
“Ben, once you are done eating, please come to my office and I will explain how we do things here.” And with that said, Mrs. Betty left the room the way we entered.
I ate every bite of that lunch that Mrs. Betty put out for me. And even though I could have eaten more, at least I wasn’t starving anymore.
With my lunch finished, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with the dishes. After a moment’s thought, I figured I better take them to the kitchen. Of course I wasn’t sure exactly where the kitchen was but there were only three doors into the dining room. One was the one I came in from. There was one directly across from that one and then on the same side of the wall but on the other end of the room there was the third door. I was pretty sure that this was most likely the door to the kitchen.
Sure enough, as I entered through the door I walked into a large kitchen which was in the process of being cleaned by 2 of the boys. So far the boys hadn’t noticed me or either that, they didn’t care. I decided not to risk it anyway and set my dishes down on a nearby counter and backed out of the Kitchen as quietly as I could.
“Boy that was close.” I breathed as soon as I was once again in the dining room. “I guess I better go see if I can find Mrs. Betty’s office now.” I thought to myself.
I was pretty sure I could find it as we had now passed it more than twice. I knew all I had to do was pretty much follow the hallway to the front and that it would lead me to where the office was. Or I should say the general area of the office. Sure enough, I had no trouble whatsoever locating the office and found Mrs. Betty behind her desk. Currently though, she was busy with a phone call. So I sat in the chair in front of the desk and patiently waited for her. I actually think she was surprised by how patient I was. I mean she was really complimenting me about it once she was done with her call. I keep forgetting that most kids are not patient or kind or understanding or any of that other mature stuff.
“So Ben, what can I do for you?” She asked me with a smile on her face.
“Well… I was wondering, what am I supposed to do while I am here? Besides you’re the one that told me to come here.” I reminded her.
“Oh that is right. I am sorry Ben; my mind has been in a million places today. Let’s see, where to begin? Well Ben, we assign chores at the beginning of each week, which is Sunday. Since it is Thursday you don’t have to worry about chores for a few days unless you want to help out. You will have to go to School with all the other boys but since the school is out this week you won’t have to go till next week.”
“Do the Nuns teach the classes?”
“Nun’s… I am sorry… What do you mean Ben?”
“Nun’s, I figured because that Father Caleb had something to do with this place that it was Catholic related.” As I said this and saw the look on Mrs. Betty’s face I realized that I misunderstood something.
“Yes Father Caleb is very involved with our Boys Home, but we are not related with the Catholic Church. We do go to Mass and we do go to other church functions but that is the only involvements other than the donations that the church gives us. All the boys here attend public schools.”
The idea of going back to school wasn’t very pleasant to me. Shoot the first time through was pretty crappy. Then again at least I wouldn’t have to deal with abusive Nuns and pedophilic priest. I know it is stereo typing but hell, with the way things have been going for the last day; it seems that the worse scenario is the most likely thing to happen to me. Somehow I just need to get through this wish and get back to the real me and then fix my life!
“You know we still have to figure out what grade you are in so we can get you in the right classes.” Mrs. Betty interrupted my thoughts and the way she said this it was as if she was saying you better fess up to you age and everything else ‘OR ELSE’! “Meal times are 7am for Breakfast. When not at school, you eat lunch at Noon. Dinner is at 6pm sharp unless otherwise noted. You will be awakened before breakfast with enough time so that you can shower and get ready for the day.”
At this point Mrs. Betty stopped talking and there was an awkward silence in the room for several minutes. I looked up at Mrs. Betty who seemed to be thinking about something. I don’t know why maybe it was a warning of some kind, you know, the warning that someone about to broach something that is uncomfortable to talk about. And of course for me there is one major thing besides the ‘being turned into a kid thing’ and something told me that wasn’t it, the kid thing wasn’t it that is. No, it had to be the topic of bed wetting.
Finally Mrs. Betty asked the dreaded question. “Ben, I was wondering, do you still wet the bed?”
For a moment I considered saying “NO! I don’t wet the bed!” But after thinking about it I figured it would be pretty pointless I was pretty sure after wetting twice while sleeping that I would most likely continue wetting and all I would be then is be a liar. I was pretty sure that when Mike turned me back to my kid self he also gave me my kid health problems as well like my bladder problem. So I decided to be honest with Mrs. Betty.
“Yes Mrs. Betty, I still wet the bed every night.” I then took a very deep breath and gave her the further truth as I was sure I was still below the age where I stopped having daytime accidents. “I also as you already seen, have daytime accidents still.” I almost whispered that last part out of embarrassment.
“Is it just bladder or bowel too? Don’t be afraid if it is both, as we have had boys from time to time that have had this problem as well.”
As I heard Mrs. Betty say this, I couldn’t help thinking to myself “They must get a lot of freaks.” Out loud though, I just said, “No, just a bladder problem.”
“Okay then. If you wet your bed, you will be responsible for taking care of your wet bed every morning. This means you will strip the wet bedding and bring it along with your pajamas to the laundry, which I will show where it is as soon as we are done talking. You will then go to the bathroom where in the cupboard you will find disinfectant and you will clean the rubber sheet. Ben, please know that this is not meant as a punishment but is just meant to give you an act of responsibility. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head. As a child who grew up as a bed wetter, I understood this better than most probably did. “I understand Mrs. Betty.”
“Okay let’s see is there anything that I am forgetting. Hmmmm… Well… there is study time for homework and bible. And then finally there is structured free time. Also if you have behaved, there are special events that we do for those boys who have been good. You have to of course earn points towards those events to be able to participate in them. For those who are bad and break the rules, oh that reminds me…” Mrs. Betty opened up a bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a little booklet. “This here is a pamphlet that has all the rules in it. It also has a list of privileges you can earn as well with good behavior. It also explains how the Demerit system works around here. Bad behavior will earn boys demerits. In order to get rid of demerits, you have to work them off. Boys with demerits will not be allowed to participate in extracurricular activities. Please note that if you become too problematic that we will have no choice but to remove you from our program. You would then be sent to a state run facility that handles problematic kids. So, I would suggest following the rules and being good.” Mrs. Betty winked at me. “Now, unless you are going to tell me how old you really are, how about we go and show you the laundry.”
Of course me telling her my age wasn’t going to happen to her satisfaction, so we headed back towards the dining room and went through it and through the other door I saw and all the way the back of the house to a large room that smelled of laundry soap. Inside was 3 large industrial washer and dryers. I quickly noticed 2 boys and a large black man busily working back there and it didn’t take me long to figure out that one of the boys was my tormentor from earlier.
“Ben, I would like you to meet Kip. He is one of our house dads. Kip, this new boy is Ben.”
“Well how do you do Benji?” Kip asked me holding his large hand out to me.
This guy would have still towered over me if I had been my adult self. “I bet the kids don’t mess with you.” I said trying to joke but sounding nervous.
“Oh you got me all wrong Benji. I am just a pussy cat!” Now I subconsciously missed the first time he called me Benji but I definitely heard it this time.
“I am sorry but my name isn’t Benji, it is Ben.” I informed Kip.
“Sorry little man, didn’t to upset you.” Kip apologized and ruffled my hair.
As Kip apologized I heard Peter and the other Boy snickering to themselves and I was sure I was the one they were laughing about. Mrs. Betty and Kip also heard the boys snickering as well.
“Why don’t you scallywags get back to work before I give you more demerits to work off!” Kip boomed at them and they both jumped back to work. He then turned and looked at me and winked. “See, just cuddly as a pussy cat but I also have the claws.” And he gave me another wink before he too went back to work.
Mrs. Betty chuckled a little before taking me over to where I was to take my wet stuff in the mornings if I woke up wet.
“Okay, here is where you will put your wet stuff in the morning.” She then pointed to a table over by the wall with some sheets on it already. “You will find your clean stuff folded on the table over there later in the day. It will be your responsibility to pick it up and put it back on your bed.”
We then left the laundry of course Peter eyeballed me pretty good as we left. I really didn’t feel too safe there. I didn’t remember seeing a lock on our bedroom door and for all I knew Peter could have been my roommate, of course I doubted that due to my roommate being a bed wetter. With Peter being so much bigger than me and the fact that I was never really a fighter, I knew I was dead meat if Peter decided to come after me. I decided my only course of action was to let Mrs. Betty know of my fear.
“Mrs. Betty, I was wondering if we can talk in private for a few minutes.” I asked her as we walked back towards the front of the house.
“Okay, then after that I am going to introduce you to your new roommate so that you can get to know each other.”
We then walked quietly back to her office where she shut and locked her door. She then took her seat behind her desk and waited for me to sit before asking me what it was that I needed to talk to her about.
“I don’t want to be a snitch or anything but I am really afraid that Peter might try and beat me up. He has given me every indication that he wants to beat me up or at least hurt me in some way. He has already made fun of me and the way he stared at me in the laundry I am sure he has something planned against me and I am afraid of being hurt.”
“I see. While we don’t tolerate any misbehavior, which includes picking on any of the other boys; we can’t do anything to Peter until he actually breaks a rule.”
“But if that is the case, then I will be hurt already!” I stated in a panic rush.
“I understand what you are saying but just because you think something is going to happen doesn’t make it so. I have to hope that Peter will do the right thing and follow the rules. Peter knows that he is on thin ice as is. I really don’t think he will beat you up. I will tell Kip and the rest of the house parents to keep an eye out for you. How does that sound?”
“What about at night? There is no lock on our room and he could just come in.” I pleaded with her.
“Kevin is on tonight. He is a good guy and I will make sure he keeps an eye out for you and your room. Now I would like to take you to meet your new roommate as I need to get back here as I have 5 more boys coming in today. Though tomorrow we are going to sit down and discuss what grade you’re in at school so we can get you enrolled next week.”
It turned out that my new roommate was actually in our room studying. It looked like he had a US Geography book opened up on one of the 2 desks in the room.
“AJ, this is Ben, he is a new boy that just arrived today and will be your new roommate.” And as Mrs. Betty introduced us, AJ’s eyes grew big in alarm.
Of course I knew what his problem was. “Don’t worry I have the same problem.” Was the only thing I said and it did the trick. He calmed down and became relaxed. I don’t understand how he thought he was hiding it before anyways, as I smelled the pee the minute I entered the room.
“Well I am going to let you guys get to know each other.” And with that Mrs. Betty left.
So until Dinner time, I got to know about AJ and I found out some pretty interesting things about him. I found out that both of his parents were alive but his dad was in prison for killing someone and his mom was considered unfit. He was the youngest of 4 kids, 3 boys 1 sister. He hadn’t seen any of his siblings in a couple years and according to him, he doesn’t really care if ever does see them again. Because both of his parents are considered unfit, the state had terminated their parental rights and AJ is adoptable. The problem is that because of his age and the fact that he has a few problems mainly being a bed wetter, most people tend to not want him. So he has basically remained in the system being bumped from 1 foster home to another until he finally made it here and so he likes it here the best. He just recently turned 11 years old and started Junior High School. He had now been at this home for boys for around 7 months but he been in the foster care system since he was 8. The most mysterious of all, his bedwetting problem started after he was put into foster care. I really think there is something he isn’t telling me but oh well. I was surprised I got that much out of him.
Of course I was so enrapt in his story I did exactly what I didn’t want to do. I at some point peed my pants. In fact it was AJ who noticed it.
“Uh… Ben… You ah… Man you peed your pants.” The last part he whispered in my ear as if he were afraid someone was listening at our door.
I jumped up. “Damn!” I looked down at myself in disgust. “I got to start remembering to go to the bathroom regularly!”
“It is almost dinner time and everyone will be going down to eat. So just wait until they do then use the bathroom to clean-up. Then just come down a little late. Then later you can tell Kip what happened and he will understand.” AJ explained.
And this was exactly what I did. I waited until everyone went downstairs and then headed into the bathroom and quickly cleaned up and changed into another pair of jeans. I looked into the mirror to comb my hair so that I would look halfway decent and who do I see looking back at me? If you said Mike, then you were right!
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Post by Admin on May 29, 2015 14:41:49 GMT -5
Chapter 10
Mike’s sudden appearance in the mirror startled me so much that it caused me to jump backwards in fright. You might have thought I would have screamed my lungs out, but surprisingly I didn’t. I am not sure what it was that stopped me from screaming out in terror just then but whatever it was, I am sure Mike had something to do with it. My bladder was also affected by his sudden appearance and tried to empty itself as Mike spoke to me but I had luckily peed just moments before and therefore only a very small and unnoticeable dribble came out of me.
“So, how are things going for you Benji?” Mike smiled mischievously out at me from the mirror. “I hope you are enjoying your wish and are getting everything you were expecting out of it.” As he smiled I found myself wondering if he was being serious or if this was meant as some sort of really bad joke! Whatever his intent was, it was definitely making me very upset!
With a mountain of anger building inside of me, I tried my best to regain my composer but found myself failing miserably. “ENJOYING IT! YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!” I shouted and glared back at him in the mirror. I was finding myself more and more upset with how Mike could think I would possibly enjoy any of this. Then something else occurred to me. “YOU PROBABLY NEVER EVEN BEEN A KID BEFORE, SO HOW WOULD YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE ONE?!” I again yelled at Mike, my nostrils flaring in anger.
“Now calm down. You don’t want anyone downstairs to hear you screaming and come running up here to check on you… Do you?” Mike calmly asked as he checked his nails, for what, I wasn’t sure. “And believe me Benji when I tell you, that I have experiences beyond those that your human mind could ever comprehend. I might not have the same sense of a childhood that you had but I did have my version of one. So please let’s be civil and not get all bent out of shape. That means no hissy fits. For a person who is so bent on wanting to show he is an adult, you sure are acting like a child!” At this he was correct, I was acting like a brat throwing a tantrum. “Now if we are done with the dramatics, I figured you might have some questions by now and I am here to answer a few. Well actually just a moment, I want to get comfortable.” At this I watched Mike as he backed up in the mirror and suddenly a Lazy Boy chair came into view. He gave a little smirk at my stupefied expression as he leaned back and settled comfortably in the chair. “Okay I’m ready; you can go ahead and ask your questions.”
Mike was right about keeping calm and not screaming. The last thing I wanted was someone to come running upstairs and interrupt this conversation. I also had a sinking feeling that if anyone were to enter the bathroom at this moment while we were talking, they would neither hear nor see Mike. This of course would lead to everyone thinking I was crazy, as I appeared to be having a conversation with a mirror I named Mike. They would either think Mike is my reflection or my invisible friend that lives in the mirror in the upstairs bathroom or just some other figment of my imagination. Either way, by the time Mike got sat in his Lazy Boy chair, I had calmed enough to regain some of my composure; at least to the point where I was able to carry on a civil conversation. Don’t get me wrong, I was still very upset with him for turning my life upside down but I was at least ready to listen and I definitely had my share of questions for him.
“Alright but I am not happy with this one bit. You said I have to let the wish run its course and so I will, I just wish I knew how much longer it would take for it to do so. Can you at least tell me how far back in age you took me to? I really need to know because everyone is bugging me about my age and the only thing I know for sure is my real age. I have looked in the mirror and I can’t figure out from my face how old I am.”
For a moment Mike looked at me from the chair in the mirror. It seemed as if he was looking me up and down as if he was trying to figure out the same way I had tried earlier to figure how old I was. Could it really be that Mike himself didn’t even know my actual age?
“Hmm, I would say roughly 11 years old but hey, you could almost pick any age between 9 and 13 and get away with it, I am sure.” Mike said thoughtfully. “It is really your choice in the end.” He looked at me nodding, his head up and down as if he was agreeing with his own words.
“What am I going to do for school records?” I wasn’t sure about this at all as I couldn’t produce any such records. “Or for that matter what about all the other legal records like, just for example, a Social Security Number, Birth Certificate, and etc.” I asked Mike, throwing up my hands in frustration.
“You know what?” Mike winked at me. “You think too much! Trust me; it will all work out in the end. Right now all you need to do is pick an age that you feel most comfortable with. Remember this as the Golden Rule… ‘Let the wish resolve itself’.” With that last thing said, Mike and his chair, was gone from the mirror. Instead of Mike’s gaze, I now saw my own goofy kid reflection looking back at me in the mirror.
“…But Mike, I have more questions I need answered!” I pleaded to my reflection in the mirror. Unfortunately, my reflection stayed the same and Mikes did not return. “Darn it! Why does he have to leave like that?! It figures he would vanish before he finished answering all my questions!” I groaned to myself as I continue to stare hopefully into the mirror, silently praying that he still might return. After a while, I had to accept that Mike wasn’t coming back and that I was already late for Dinner.
After taking a couple of breaths, I resumed my previous task, to clean up for dinner. I was already dressed, so I finished combing my hair. Finally, I gathered my wet jeans and underwear and took them back to my bedroom; I would deal with them later after dinner was over with. For now, all I had to do is somehow manage not to wet my last pair of jeans; otherwise I was going to have a real problem. To make sure no accidents happened at dinner, I made one more stop at the bathroom before going to the dining room but as I said, I had already had gone only moments earlier so all I was able to do was another little dribble.
Cleaned up, changed, and my bladder completely empty; I headed to the dining room. Of course I was now about 15 minutes late by the time I got there and found my seat. As I entered, I noticed that there was a light chatter of voices going on around the table. All that changed once my presence was noticed. As soon as I was spotted entering the dining room, the voices trailed off and a deafening quiet quickly settled over the table.
For a moment I saw everyone look at me and in that same moment all the blood in my body found its way to my face as it turned crimson with embarrassment. Due to the embarrassment, I averted my eyes but I could still feel everyone’s eyes staring at me as I walked over to the table. It wasn’t hard to find the one empty seat with a plate of food in front of it. Taking my seat I continued to ignore the stares I got from the boys and also the adults as well. I knew I was in trouble and my only hope was that AJ was right, that the adults would understand and let me off the hook for being late to dinner. I was sure someone was going to say something about me coming in late. Instead I was surprised when the talk in the room continued as if nothing had interrupted it at all.
Dinner consisted of mashed potatoes, green beans, cornbread, and meatloaf, which really wasn’t that bad. Because I had been so ashamed of myself when I first came in, I didn’t participate with the dinner conversation. In fact, I didn’t even bother to look up from my plate of food other to get another helping of potatoes or beans. In fact, I hadn’t even realized that AJ was sitting on my right; that is, not until he jabbed me roughly in my ribs.
“OW” I cried out and of course got the attention of everyone at the table again.
“Is there something going on down there?” Kip gave AJ a look that said it all. “No roughhousing boys! Now please let’s finish eating.” Shortly after that, everyone went back to their own discussions.
“Why did you do that?” I hissed as I rubbed the sore spot on my side where AJ struck me.
At that moment I would have loved to jab AJ back in his ribs and see how he would like it. Instead though, I just dealt with the pain for the moment.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you so hard.” And he did seem to be very sincere in his apology. Of course he seemed to forget the niceties and moved on to demands. “What took so long?!” He demanded to know.
I could not see why he had to be so rude about this especially after hurting me like he did. All this did was anger me again.
“Hey!” I said a little too loudly. Of course everyone looked over our way once again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.” I grumbled an apology as I rubbed the sore spot where AJ had jabbed my ribs. “Now tell me why in the world you had to hit me like that?” I demanded.
AJ just stared blankly at me and it took a lot to keep me from blowing up at him again. The last thing I wanted of course was everyone staring at me once more, so I did everything I could to try and release my anger. I mean, AJ was just an 11 year old boy and so I needed to understand that I couldn’t expect anything more from him than that. Then, as I was about to write him off, he suddenly got it.
“Oh shit man, I really am sorry! I promise you that I really didn’t mean to hurt you or disrespect you.” He then leaned real close to my ear as he whispered in it. “The thing is, I was just getting worried about you and wondering what took so long for you to get down here.” AJ whispered this so that only I could hear him.
I was still a little upset at him jabbing me in my ribs but I was starting to understand AJ was a very energetic kid and once you wound him up, it takes hours for him to wind down. In the end I found that I couldn’t be mad at this kid just because he had a lot of energy to expend. In fact I remember being a lot like him when I was a child the first time around.
I leaned close to his ear so that I was sure that what I said would stay between AJ and me. “I promise you, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I whispered. “I just hope you were right and that they won’t get mad at me for being so late. By the way, what happens if I wet the jeans I am wearing now before the jeans I was wearing earlier get washed? I mean, I won’t have any clean pair of jeans to wear and I will be down to wearing either my good pants or pajama bottoms.” Then another thought occurred and worried me. “What happens if I wet all of those too?” I worriedly whispered, my lips practically kissing AJ’s ear.
AJ gave me a disgusted look while wiping spittle from his ear. “We can talk about it after dinner.” Was the only thing he would tell me on that subject.
Now on other subjects he talked freely. For instance, I learned about the other adult at the dinner table. Her name was Rhonda and according to AJ she normally comes in at 4pm and works to midnight. I found out that she usually prepares dinner on the days that she worked. Of course Kip was also at the dinner table. At first I thought Mrs. Betty was just in her office, but I would shortly find out otherwise.
Dinner really didn’t last much longer. I guess I came in around the halfway point as Dinner was usually a 30 minute meal at least that is what AJ told me. Because I was still finishing my dinner when desert came out, by the time I finished mine, everyone other than AJ, had left the dining room. AJ of course stuck around waiting for me to finish, so that he could go with me to the office. He then followed me to the office and I thought he was going to come in with me for morale support, or at least that is what I had thought.
Instead he stopped at the office door and for a moment I was afraid that he was about to bolt but before I could say anything, I heard Kip’s voice come from inside the office and for the moment my mind only thought about one thing. Why was I seeing Kip? I had expected to be seeing Mrs. Betty not Kip.
“Why are we seeing Kip and not Mrs. Betty?” I asked.
“Mrs. Betty went home for the day after she did the paperwork for those new kids. You know the ones at…” AJ stopped in the middle of what he was saying because he suddenly burped loudly, which he then found extremely funny and began to laugh. When he saw that I wasn’t laughing he gave me a weird look and continued. “Anyway she got the new kids taken care of, and then she went home.” When he saw my blank stare he simply answered the best he knew how. “You know, the ones sitting across from you at dinner tonight.”
The way AJ said this, it was as if he expected me to be able to pick out who the new kids were. Of course I had not one clue which ones were the new ones and he never expanded on this. Instead he went on to tell me about the staff and their work hours. This of course went in one ear and out the other.
“Now Kip and Rhonda are in charge, which is until Kip gets off and Kevin comes on around 10pm. Then it is just him and Rhonda until she gets off around 12am then Kevin is by himself until Mrs. Biggs comes in at 4am. It isn’t until 6am that he is relieved by Jerry.” AJ explained.
Of course by this time, I was completely lost with all the worker’s names. I mean, I thought the only adults that worked here were Mrs. Betty, Kip, and Rhonda, who I of course had just met at dinner. And of course there was the mysterious Kevin I had yet to meet. Now suddenly I had a list of names of people that worked here and I wondered if I would ever be able to keep them straight.
I was wondering if I should ask him to repeat all of that or just blow out my brains, when he interrupted my thoughts. “Alright, just go in there and tell him the truth and you will be fine.” AJ explained as he pushed me towards the office door.
And as I had expected only moments before, he started to walk off, leaving me to fend for myself. This of course was something that I found unacceptable. As I had said, I had thought that he was going to be there with me giving me support, not taking off and leaving me to fend for myself!
My hand quickly shot out and grabbed his shirt. “Wait a minute! You are just going to take off and leave me to fend for myself?” I asked him in full panic mode. “I thought you were going to go in with me and support me? I mean, the guy is a huge black man!” I wasn’t acting either. I was seriously afraid that this could go very bad if the guy didn’t like my excuse. I know that my panic made no real sense to an adult mind but after everything going so screwy I no longer was sure about anything.
AJ peeled my hand off his shirt and tried to calm me. “Now Ben, I know that Kip looks threatening, but I promise you, he really is a good guy and he has looked out for me a lot. Also, he is the one who can help you deal with your jeans as well.” AJ then reached out and knocked on the door for me and before I could stop him again, he took off; leaving me standing there all alone.
“Come in.” I heard the deep boom of Kip’s voice bellow out through the closed door. Still shaking, I slowly opened the door.
“Ben… good, now I don’t have to send for you. Close the door please and take a seat.” And from the sound of his voice he didn’t sound angry, which I found encouraging. This could mean that I might live to see another day after all.
I closed the door as I was told then took a seat in front of the still very cluttered desk. As I sat, I could feel Kip’s gazing eyes trying size me up causing me to feel a little apprehensive.
“It is Ben right?” He asked calmly and I nodded my head yes. “Good then, I really like to get to know you guys better before handing out punishments, so please tell me you have a very good reason why you were late for dinner?” I was about to answer his question but before I could he cut me off. “I know that Mrs. Betty told you that Dinner is served at 6pm sharp every evening unless otherwise stated and that it is mandatory that you be there.” Kip sounded a little stern as he said this and again I became nervous.
I don’t know if it was because I was nervous or what, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember Mrs. Betty saying that exact statement. I remember her telling me the times of the meals, but I didn’t remember her telling me anything about it being mandatory that I be there for the meal on time. To be honest I don’t think she did tell me that, I think she must have forgotten that one. Of course after taking another look at this guy I decided I would rather not cause trouble by arguing that point with him. I figured it would be just easier for me to just accept it and go with it, then make the big black man angry with me!
“Remember Ben, you are here to get his sympathy vote not to call on his or his coworkers mistakes.” I told myself. “Besides, what if you are wrong and she did tell you that and you just forgot.” I quietly told myself.
With no other way, I took a breath and finally told Kip exactly why I failed to come to dinner on time. At first he seemed to show no emotion at all but after I finished explaining how I wet my pants, his whole demeanor changed. I swear I could see the empathy in his eyes. Almost as if he knew what it was like to be in my situation.
“I see Ben. Well under those circumstances I understand why you were late for dinner tonight. Just do me a favor though. Can you please try and be on time from now on?”
“I will try.” I sighed with a breath of relief. Of course I wasn’t 100% sure I could guarantee it though.
Kip then got up from the desk and headed to the corner of the room where a large canvas sack stood. I watched as he reached in and pulled out what looked like a plastic grocery bag and handed it to me. “Go and get your wet things and put them in this bag and bring it all back here.”
I did as he told me. I quickly ran upstairs and made my way to my room, where I didn’t even bother to say one word to AJ even though he said hello to me. I just went straight to my wet things and put them in the bag that Kip gave me, I then ran back down to the office. I didn’t even bother to pay attention to all the other boys who stared at me as I quickly ran by them. The whole trip took less than a minute, tops!
“Boy that was fast. I guess I should have told you no running.” Kip smiled as I ran back in the office breathing hard from the exertion.
I was only half paying attention as I tried to give him the bag of my wet things. But he wouldn’t take them from me.
“Oh no, not so fast Buddy. You and I are going take them to the laundry, then we will make sure they make it into the wash tonight.” Kip explained as he refused to take them a second time.
“But won’t the guys working in the laundry see that they’re wet and then they will make fun of me.” You know, I know I was an adult, but this made me feel like a little kid who really wanted to cry right then.
“Don’t fret, we will put it in the wash ourselves and that way they won’t have any proof that you wet your pants.” Kip promised.
And as he said we walked back to the laundry and even though Peter was back there with that same boy, Kip made sure he wasn’t able to actually see what we were doing, of course later I realized Peter would be putting my stuff in the dryer and even though Kip added stuff to the load he put in the wash I wondered if Peter would be able to figure it out.
The rest of the evening seemed to go pretty slow. I remember that being another one of those kid things, where time seemed to drag real slow like! Since I had no chores assigned yet or any homework assignments, I really didn’t have anything to do to pass my time. I guess I could have gone down and watched TV with some of the other kids during free time but I really didn’t want to be around any of them right then. Besides, the last thing I needed was a distraction where I might end up peeing my pants in front several other boys. Nope, instead I decided to just stay in the room and help AJ with his homework. For his part, AJ reminded me to go to the bathroom like every 20 minutes so that I wouldn’t pee myself again.
I really can’t believe how much I forgot when it came to school. It is ridiculous. It turned out that I wasn’t really that much help after all. This really got me thinking about the age thing again. Originally I had planned on going with the oldest age I could get away with which Mike had presumed was 13. The problem was, if I went with that age and then started school and had trouble because I forgot all I had learned way back then, would that cause my wish to last longer? Maybe in order for my wish to run its course faster, I might need to bite the bullet and my pride and pick a younger age. I wouldn’t mind picking 11; then I could go to school with AJ and at least have 1 friend at school. But then I would still have the same problem as AJ’s homework was harder than I remember homework ever being. I knew there was only one choice; I would have to go younger. I would have to choose 9.
“AJ…” I started to ask him as I laid there on my bed staring at the underside of AJ’s bunk.
This was because I had the bottom bunk and AJ had the top. As for AJ, he was still sitting at his desk working on some math word problems, that I found harder than expected.
“Yeah Ben.” He seemed, a little distracted.
“I was wondering if you would still like me, if I was younger than you?” I asked.
“I already knew you were younger than me Ben.” AJ stated as he turned around and looked at me.
“Yeah, but what if I told you I was only 9 years old?” I asked hesitantly.
“Ben, I don’t care if you are 9 years old or not. You are my Buddy and you will always be my buddy.” AJ gave me a big toothy smile, he then turned back to his math problems.
I don’t know how an 11 year old could make me feel better than any adult has for ages. Maybe this is actually part of the Wish’s magical power. For the first time since all this started, I had a thought that maybe I am getting close to the end of all this. Then another thought hidden but trying to make its way forward, came to me.
“Do I really want this to end?” Was the whisper of thought, which still refused, to come out of hiding.
Unfortunately the rest of the night did not go so well. Right before bedtime Kip dropped in to let me know that my clothes should be done by now and that I should go down to the laundry room and get them. I was afraid to go down by myself as there was a chance that Peter might still be there. AJ offered to go down with me and I happily took him up on it. But as Kip had already promised me, no one was in the laundry room. I quickly located my jeans and underwear and we headed back up to our room.
“Boy, as soon as we get changed for bed, I am going to the toilet! I really need to shit!” I said as a strong urge hit me as we entered our room. I had thought we were free and clear of trouble now that we were out of the laundry room but that turned out not to be the case.
“Well, well, well, looky here guys? It is none other than the Baby and the Bed Wetter!” Peter laughed at his own stupid joke.
Along with Peter, there were 2 other boys roughly around his age of 13 or 14. I wasn’t sure what their intentions were but it was a good possibility that they were planning on beating us up.
I was about to say something but Peter cut me off before I could. “Don’t bother denying it. I might have not been able to see what you put in the wash but I saw the bag you didn’t bother to take with you. Throwing it away in the laundry was a very bad move. It reeked of piss and I think the reason you were late to supper was because you wet your pants again. As for you AJ, your room in here as usual smells worse than the bathroom toilets. When are you going to learn to at least use air freshener properly?” Peter laughed and his buddies joined in. “I am getting sick and tired of cleaning your pissy sheets but I guess I will have to get used to cleaning yours as well!” Peter smirked in a condescending manner while smiling at me as if he found this very funny.
AJ and I tried to evade the oncoming fight and made to leave but it turned out that another of Peter’s friends closed the door in front of us and blocked our escape. Before either one of us could do or say anything, his friends grabbed us. Our mouths were quickly gagged and we were restrained by them.
“Give me the Baby first.” Peter commanded as he waved his friend over who was holding me.
Being a boy my size compared to Peter, he easily pinned me to the bedroom floor. Now all of this may have sounded like it was happening real slowly but it in fact was happening really fast.
“So Benji, I hear you really like to piss your pants a lot.” Peter chuckled and sniggered. It didn’t pass my attention at all that Peter had just called me Benji.
This seemed to get a lot of laughter from his friends. All I could do was glare at him. Again I wasn’t sure if it, the laughter, was more for the wetting bit or for him using my unwanted nick name. Peter of course knew that I despised being called Benji and he was going to let it go. I could see where this would end up, he would eventually have everyone calling me Benji in the end; no matter how much I tell them to call me Ben.
“Oh, that’s right. You don’t like to be called Benji. Is that so Benji?”
Peter chuckled at his wit and smiled at me. Oh how badly I wanted to just slap that smile off of his face, which unfortunately I was not exactly capable of doing in my current situation.
Not able to reply I just continued to glare angrily at him.
“Alright Benji, let’s see how much of a Baby you actually are.”
Peter then started to strip me of my clothing. First he took off my shirt then my shoes and socks; and finally my jeans. For some reason he stopped when he came to my underwear.
“Time for a titty twister.” Peter laughed evilly.
Then before I could do anything to stop it, he then took both of my nipples and twisted them violently. Without letting go, he then twisted them back the opposite direction. He repeated this a couple of times
“Oh my God!” I screamed inside my head as the gag muffled my voice.
The pain was so incredible that I let my guard down for a moment. That moment was all it took; the pain caused me to forget about controlling my bladder and bowels. I realized what was happening and tried to regain control but it was too late. I had already ended up voiding my bowels. It was as if one huge thin shit log started to fill the backside of my underpants. I tried my best to stop it but once it started I was unable to stop it. When I finally was done I felt much better in my gut but I had an icky feeling in my pants. To make matters worse, it didn’t take long for the smell to emanate around the enclosed room. Of course the first to smell it was Peter who also couldn’t help noticing the new brown bulge in my underwear.
“Oh my god! You are so disgusting!” As Peter said this, he grabbed his nose and looked as if he might puke. And as his friends looked at him, as they hadn’t yet noticed, his face turned green. “He shit himself! The Baby actually shit himself!” You know, if it hadn’t been for the fact that I was highly embarrassed at that moment and also pretty sick at the idea of a bunch of poop in the back of my underwear, I might have been pretty happy maybe even proud of disgusting Peter like that. Any day I can make him come close to throwing up, would be a good day for me!
He was about to say more when another boy quickly entered the room.
“Hurry, Kip is coming.” The boy informed Peter, then he, along with the other boys, slipped out of the room.
Peter quickly undid my gag and AJ undid his own since the guys that were holding him down had fled the room. It was about then that Kip had entered the room and surveyed the scene before him
“Is there something going on in here guys that I need to know about?” He asked us, though he seemed to be presenting the question to us more then to Peter.
Peter smiled at Kip and then clapped me on the shoulder friendly-like “I was just welcoming the new kid here and telling him that I am here as his friend and I will see him later as it is of course lights out now.” Peter then winked at me and walked out of the room.
Kip looked at his back as if he was trying to figure out if he was up to something; it was then that he seemed to notice something.
“Did someone poop their pants?” As his voice boomed from this question, I looked guiltily at the floor. “I see. Well Ben, you better get cleaned up real quick and then get to bed as it is lights out now.” I nodded my head to let him know that I heard him and understood.
“Can I take a quick shower please?” I was hoping he would allow it as I really didn’t think I could easily clean the poop off any other way.
“I insist that you do!” And kip waved his hand in front his face. “Do me a favor, please empty your underwear into the toilet then wash them out in the shower. In the morning bring them down to the Laundry with your wet things.” Before I could say anything, Kip made his escape from my room; I guess the smell really was bothering him.
When I returned to the room after my shower, I found that Kip was once again there talking with AJ. I also was grateful that the smell of my poop accident no longer lingered in the room. In fact, even AJ’s bedwetting stink seemed to be less noticeable. It seemed that while I was in the shower cleaning up, that someone had been deodorizing our room so that we wouldn’t have to be smelling my crap for the next few days. Anyway, it seemed that AJ and Kip were talking about Peter.
“Kip, I really don’t like that guy. He really bugs me and I think he has it out for Ben here.” AJ scowled as I put my underwear in a corner of the room to be taken to the laundry tomorrow.
“You know rules here AJ. Peter hasn’t done anything to either of you has he?”
I considered telling Kip about what Peter had just did but I found it embarrassing and I just really didn’t want to go into all of that right now. So instead I kept my mouth shut and shook my head no. I could tell that AJ really wanted to tell the truth but luckily he seemed to know that I was really embarrassed and did not want to go into it all. So he did not say anything either.
“Then that of course means we can’t punish him for something he hasn’t done. Remember, Peter is mostly just talk anyway. He just likes to act big in front of his buddies.”
“Okay, but I hope you are right as I really am worried about him. I mean you heard him, he threatened to come back later.” AJ reminded Kip of what Peter had stated as he left.
“I am not sure about that AJ. But I will tell you what, we will keep an eye out and make sure he doesn’t bother you guys.”
AJ didn’t seem too thrilled with this promise but it was all we could get so we took it. Of course it was the same promise I was given from Mrs. Betty earlier that day. I just hope that it worked and they were able to keep Peter away from us.
“Okay boys, it is way past bed time, so get your little butts in bed and close those little peepers of yours.” I had just finished getting into my pajamas by this time and crawled into the bottom bunk. Once I was in bed, Kip shut off the light as AJ was already up in the top bunk. Since he was here before me he got to call first dibs on the top bunk. “Goodnight boys, I will see you tomorrow.” And with that he shut the door and went off to do whatever it is that he does.
For the next half hour AJ and I talked but it turned out that I was more tired than I thought; I don’t even remember falling asleep. And I might have stayed asleep for the rest of the night if it hadn’t been for Peter.
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“Hey quiet guys.” I heard a quiet mumbling noise followed by some snorting laughter. “He’s soaked!” My mind was still half asleep so I was having a hard time trying to place these voices I was hearing. I wasn’t even sure if they were even real. Suddenly a loud booming voice scared the living shit out of me. Figuratively that is.
“What in the world are you boys doing in here?” Boomed the familiar and scary voice.
I was no longer partially asleep. I was now fully awake and screaming my lungs out. I was also again freely peeing myself as I could feel the warm pee puddle underneath me. Of course my scream pretty much woke up everyone and that led to a lot of very angry and upset boys! I was sure by morning that they wouldn’t be upset at the one who started it, who by the way was Peter. Instead, I was sure it would be me that would become the blame of it all.
It took several minutes for Kip to calm me down and when he finally did, he was not a very happy camper. I am sure he was glad his shift was about over with.
First he turned his attention onto Peter and his 2 friends who had been in our room. “Boys, tomorrow you will be seeing Mrs. Betty. I will be letting her know about everything.” He then growled. “Now get your butts back to bed!” He then apologized to everyone else and tried to explain what had happened. He then asked everyone to please go back to bed. When everyone else was taken care of, he helped me strip my wet bed and helped me carry my wet stuff including my crapped in underwear from earlier down to the laundry. Once there, I helped him load the stuff into the washers and got them started. Because I needed clean sheets he took me to get some. Finally, he helped me remake my bed. With my bed remade and me in my other PJ’s, he tucked me in.
I thought I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep but somehow sleep managed to find me.
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Fear though hung over me and I am sure it had something to do with how I was awakened this time. The nightmares had tortured me and gripped me in paralyzing fear. At one point I had been hit with a nightmare so bad that I was sure it was what woke me up screaming. This time at least it wasn’t as loud as earlier and I didn’t wake up the whole house. I did wake up AJ though. At least this time it didn’t take as long for me to calm down. I also couldn’t help noticing the familiar wetness beneath me.
“Damn!” I cursed loudly.
“Come on man! What’s wrong now?” AJ grumbled. I couldn’t blame him either. I too would be upset being woken up like this. Before I could reply though, AJ jumped out of bed and made a beeline for the door. “Well at least you are good for one thing…” He quickly let me know as he dashed out of the room before he could even tell me what I am good for.
AJ was in such a hurry that he forgot to shut the door behind him, leaving our room exposed to the open hallway. A part of me was a little upset at this as I was laying there exposed in a very wet peed bed. The last thing I wanted was someone to go by our room and maybe smell what I did in my bed. Luckily though, no one came by and a few minutes later AJ returned and shut the door behind him.
“Boy that was close!” AJ announced as he got back in his bunk. “If you hadn’t woken me up, I would’ve wet my bed for sure!”
“Boy! Good for him!” I sarcastically thought to myself. Out loud I said, “Sorry man, I didn’t mean to wake you again, but it is good that it kept you from wetting.”
For the next several minutes I laid there wondering what I was going to do. For a moment I considered just going back to sleep and dealing with it in the morning. As a kid I had done that many times as I had no other choice. But I was no longer a kid, no matter how much a kid I looked like. Still, I didn’t want to keep AJ awake any longer than I had to.
“You’re wet down there aren’t you?” I was shocked when AJ said this out of the blue. I should have realized he was going to smell it. “Don’t be embarrassed, remember I wet the bed too and even though I am use to a wet bed smell, your pee smell is a little stronger.” Of course I wanted to disagree with him on this but I chose not to. “Kevin is on duty now, go ahead and let him know.”
“Um, can you go and get him for me?” I begged AJ.
I was really embarrassed at that moment and I didn’t have any clean pajamas to put on. On top of all that, this Kevin was someone that I never met and the last thing I wanted to do was meet this person for the first time in dripping peed pajamas, letting him know that I wet the bed.
“Alright, I will go and get him while you get cleaned up.” And as AJ went to get Kevin’s help, I got up, turned on the light, stripped out of my wet things, and put everything on my wet bed.
Naked, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me. Once again I headed to the bathroom to get another shower. You know, as many times that I have been in that shower, you would think by now that I would have noticed a few things but so far I had missed them completely. That is until this particular time. I don’t know why this time I noticed and none of the other times I didn’t, just that I didn’t. What did I notice you may be asking, simple; it was the fact that while the bathroom had private bathroom stalls for taking a dump and dividers between urinals. The shower room was completely open. It was a large room with four showers on each side for a total of 8. So far I had been lucky to have it all to myself but I realized I would sooner or later have to share it with the other boys. I wasn’t sure if I really liked this idea. The last time I had to do this was back in the Jr High gym and that time didn’t really go too great for me.
By the time I reentered my room, AJ was helping Kevin remake my bed. My wet things were shoved into another plastic bag and sitting next to the bed. The sheets appeared to be the ones we put in the wash earlier that night. Someone must have stuck the stuff into the dryer at some point. This also meant that my other PJ’s were also washed so I was able to put those on as well. As soon as the bed was made AJ got back in bed as I was going to follow Kevin down to the laundry room to help him put my wet things into the laundry. Before leaving the bedroom Kevin said goodnight AJ and turned off the light and closed our door.
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We were on our way back up to my room when Kevin stopped me before I started to climb the stairs. At first I thought he was going to yell at me or something for making him do all this work, but instead I saw compassion in his eyes.
“I am not really supposed to be doing this and could lose my job for even suggesting it…” And as Kevin said this he led me over to a locked closet which was near the staircase. He removed a key and unlocked it. I watched as he reached in and removed something from a top shelf. “…But I really think you would sleep better if you were to use this for the rest of the night. Of course it will be your decision to use it or not.”
As Kevin handed me the item, I suddenly realized what it was that I held in my hand… It was a GoodNite!
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Post by Admin on May 29, 2015 14:44:37 GMT -5
Chapter 11
I wasn’t sure what to think as I stared at what was just a glorified diaper in my hand. Part of me wanted to throw the babyish and humiliating thing as far away from me as I could. Another part, the rational part, knew that I needed to get my sleep. This was definitely better, rather than continuing the night, the way I had been. At the current rate, neither I, nor AJ were going to get any sleep tonight, if I chose not to wear the diaper for protection!
There was also a very deep down part of me that I wanted to ignore, that found the whole diaper thing intriguing. I tried my best to do this and refused to even acknowledge these thoughts to myself, but I was failing. No matter how much I tried, a fraction of them somehow remained. It was like one of those Trojan viruses that infect your computer. Once they get inside your hard drive, they are almost impossible to get rid of! Anyway, I did my best to banish these thoughts from my conscious mind, and believed I won that battle, for the moment at least.
“Are you okay Ben?” Kevin asked worriedly. “I promise you it will help you sleep better.”
I glanced up, breaking out of my daze. He was right and I knew that ultimately I was going to wear that diaper. Still I was finding it a little hard to accept at the moment, and needed a second to breathe.
“Okay.” I sighed after a moment. “You make a good point.” I agreed sheepishly.
Kevin, seeing my hesitancy, jumped to conclusions. “Now don’t get me wrong. I am not trying to tell you that you have to do this. I am just trying to give you another option.” he explained in a calm, friendly, manner.
“I know… I understand.” I smiled back at him, so that he knew that I meant it.
I did mean it too. It wasn’t Kevin that I was upset with; it was my failure to control my own bodily functions that I was upset about. This meant that I was more upset with myself than anything else. I was upset that I had so many accidents tonight and that my accidents were creating repeated disturbances and problems. I also didn’t want Kevin thinking that I was upset with him or his suggestion for me to wear a diaper.
“Thank you Kevin…” I thanked him as I nervously took the diaper, holding it up to look at it. “…for helping tonight and for giving me this. I promise I won’t tell anyone that you suggested it. If anyone says anything, I assume it will be okay for me to tell them that I asked you for protection?”
Kevin smiled as he realized how quickly I caught on to how things worked. Of course he didn’t realize that I was an adult in a little boy’s body.
“Yes, that would be perfect. In fact I will leave it in my report tonight that you woke up wet again and requested protection in order to be able to get through the night. The report will include that I offered you a GoodNite and that you took it. This way, at lights out time tomorrow night, you should be offered a GoodNite before you go up to bed.”
Now that sounded like a plan; as long as the GoodNite was offered in private and not around anyone else. Well maybe it wouldn’t be a big deal if AJ saw it; anyway he was probably going to know eventually, as he was my roommate. In fact, maybe I could talk him into wearing them too, so that our room wouldn’t smell so bad.
There was a moment of awkwardness that was growing between us and I could see it spreading on Kevin’s face.
“Well… I will let you go back to bed. Hopefully the rest of the night will be more restful for you.” Then after affectionately squeezing my shoulder, Kevin turned and headed towards the office.
I wasn’t sure what to think about Kevin’s behavior, it was as if he was afraid that if he stayed around me any longer, that it might be looked at as wrong somehow. I couldn’t blame him either with the way things are in this day and age. Anyway, I understood that he was trying to be my friend as much as he could, at least when it came to something as taboo a topic as bedwetting! Of course with that he had to be very careful with how he proceeded.
“Well I better get to bed, it’s late and I feel like I haven’t slept at all.” I thought as I climbed the stairs and headed to my room.
Everything seemed quiet as I passed the other rooms on the way to my own. I couldn’t help wondering if AJ and I were truly the only 2 bedwetters at the home. I knew I wasn’t the only new boy to arrive; there had been 3 other arrivals as well and troubled homes, troubled kids, and bedwetting go together. It was possible that any one of these boys could be bedwetters. Since I had spent most of the evening shut up in the room with AJ, the only time I even seen the new boys was at dinner and I really didn’t pay much attention to them then either. In fact, I didn’t know much about any of the boys here at the home. That is except for AJ, my roommate; and I guess I would have to say Peter, since I had the misfortune to forcefully make his acquaintance.
As quietly as I could, I opened the door of our bedroom. The room was dark, but there was enough light coming from the hallway to light up the room and I was able to see that AJ was back in the top bunk. Quietly I approached, I wanted to find out if he was still awake or not. I guess I was still a little embarrassed with the diaper thing and wanted to make sure if he was asleep or not. I know what I had thought earlier, and I know that in the end, discovery would be the case, but for tonight, I just wanted to do this privately. I guess I could go to the bathroom and put it on there, but then, I figured that it would be just as easy to do it here in my room if AJ was asleep and not run the risk of another boy getting up to pee and finding out, while I was in there putting it on.
I climbed the ladder to the upper bunk and hovered there, studying AJ, and trying to figure out if he was indeed asleep.
He was out! Relieved I climbed down the ladder, went over and shut our door, putting our room into total darkness. Since I didn’t want to wake AJ up, I decided to change into the GoodNite without turning on the light. I stripped out of my pajama bottoms and underwear and then opened up the GoodNite. Then as if it were a pair of underwear, I slipped it on one leg at a time. The thick padding felt weird between my legs as I pulled up the diaper. The sensation grew as I pulled it up over my butt and groin. It had been a long time since I had worn a diaper, so long in fact, that I completely forgotten what it felt like. Strangely, I was finding that I was enjoying this sensation, which freaked me out a little. Those earlier thoughts were once again growing inside me.
“Get a hold of yourself Ben!” I silently scolded myself. “Now get those pajama bottoms back on and get in bed!” I continued my self-scolding as I quickly pulled my pajama bottoms on overtop of the diaper and crawled back in the bottom bunk.
Earlier I was feeling exhausted and only wanted desperately to get back in bed so I could go back to sleep. Suddenly though, my mind seemed to be awake. I was still very sleepy, but it was as if I had been given a very strong stimulant, and no matter how tired, I thought my racing mind was not going to allow me to go to sleep for quite a while. But even though I was all wound up over the diaper thing, sleep overtook me quicker than I expected, and minutes after crawling into bed, I was once again in Never-never Land.
I am not so sure why my dreams were so messed up, as I don’t remember having such bad dreams when I was a kid before. Yeah occasionally after watching a scary movie I might have one but nothing like this. The only thing I could think of is that this has to be a product of me being turned unnaturally into a kid again. At least these dreams didn’t seem as bad as they were earlier that night. If it was because of the diaper, only time could tell. At least for the most part, I slept for the rest of the night; in fact, AJ had to practically drag me out of bed the next morning.
“Boy Ben, I don’t know what kind of dream you were having, but you were really moaning along with tossing and turning like crazy!” AJ explained, once he finally woke me.
“I’m sorry Ben. I guess I was having another nightmare.” I yawned as I sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
“Well at least you were dry the rest of the night.” AJ announced happily when he saw my bed.
This only reminded me of the GoodNite that Kevin had given me last night, and from the feeling of the bloated bulge between my legs, it felt like the GoodNite had swollen to the point of almost bursting. In fact, I started to wonder as I got up and felt the heaviness of the GoodNite, if it would make it through a full night without leaking. I had only worn this one for just part of the night, and I had flooded it to the point of almost explosion. In fact, I was now almost certain that a single GoodNite would not make it through a full night in one piece on my little bottom. I would either have to get up and change at some point, and hope that I caught it before any leaks, or I would have to wear something better suited for the night time protection I clearly needed. As I was thinking about all of this, the heaviness of the GoodNite caused it to droop in my pajamas, making it very evident to AJ as I stood there, that I was wearing a diaper.
“Whoa… Are you wearing what I think you are wearing?!” AJ asked in amazement.
Of course when he saw how his question affected me he quickly tried to rephrase what he had said.
“I mean… Uh”
Of course I could tell he had no clue what to say.
“Damn it, I didn’t mean to upset you Ben. I guess it was a good idea that you did wear that after all, at least the bed remained dry for the rest of the night.”
AJ was trying his best to make me feel better about my situation, and at least now that he knew, I felt better. It was like I had a weight off of my chest. Like I said, I didn’t want any of the other boys here at the home to know, but I knew that sooner or later, that AJ would have found out anyway. It was nice to finally have that out of the way, and the pressure was now off of me, to somehow broach the subject with him.
AJ, putting on a pair of jeans, gave me a look of concern. “Ben, we need to hurry. It is almost breakfast time and as you found out, it is important that you are not late to the meals around here.” He tried to urge me to pick up my pace.
Realizing he was right, I started to take off my pajamas, and as soon as I removed my bottoms, the GoodNite, with nothing holding it up anymore, fell straight to the floor making a loud flop. AJ saw this and busted up laughing.
“Yeah, laugh it up Heckle. If you don’t watch out, you will soon find out what happened to Jeckle.” I threatened.
Of course I keep forgetting how outdated my references are.
“Huh? What do you mean?” AJ asked as he looked at me strangely.
For a moment I considered trying to explain to him all about the cartoon show Heckle and Jeckle, the talking comedic crows, created by Paul Terry. Of course the more I thought about it, the more I realized it would be an effort of futility. After all, it was way before his time.
“Uh… Never mind. I am going to go get a shower.” I grabbed my towel and after wrapping it around my waist, I headed out of the room to the bathroom.
As I was beginning to realize last night, I found that I was not going to have the showers all to myself as I have been having. In fact, they were all in use and I had to wait my turn for one to come available. Of course I wasn’t looking forward to showering in front of everyone else but I didn’t want to smell like piss all day either. There were 2 other guys in front of me, so I had a short wait, but luckily things moved pretty quickly and soon I found myself soaping up trying to clean away all the pee smell from my body.
“So Ben, how many showers does that make for you in the last few hours…” I thought to myself as I rinsed the soap away. To be honest, for the moment I couldn’t remember, I just knew it had been a lot.
As I washed myself, I couldn’t help noticing that there was a boy that was watching me intently. I don’t why, but for some reason this bugged me, I guess it was mostly due to the fact that I didn’t like the idea of showering in front of several people, I preferred showering alone in private. Whatever it was, this kid staring at me just got under my skin and angered me. Now in reality, only mere split seconds had gone by, but in my head, it seemed like hours that this kid had been staring at me. In anger, I glared back at him but still he continued to look at me, and that was when I responded, and gave him the finger.
“Take a picture, it will last longer.” One of the other boys teased the boy staring at me.
“We got ourselves a fag!” Another one shouted out so that everyone in the bathroom could hear. “Someone go tell Peter, he is going love this!”
I actually suddenly started to feel bad for the kid when the other boys started to snap him with their towels and torment him. Also I couldn’t help feeling bad for what Peter would put him through. All because he just happened to look over in my direction. For all I knew, he may have just wanted to talk to me. Of course people just love to jump to cruel conclusions, especially kids! For that matter, I myself also jumped to that conclusion as well and suddenly, I felt awful for my part in the whole mess now playing out before me. Flipping off this kid just because he looked in my direction was just as bad if not worse than what the other boys were doing now. I was an adult who knew better… or should at least know better. I suddenly felt ashamed of myself and my actions and wished I could somehow go back and stop myself from flipping him off. In fact I am sure it was my actions that garnered the attention of the other boys in the first place and if I never flipped him off they may have never even noticed him and this would not be happening now! This was all my fault!
As much as I wanted to go and help him, I reminded myself of my current predicament. I was smaller than most of the boys there, including the one they were ganging up on. Also, the last thing I wanted was to be around when Peter showed up. So instead I quickly took off towards my room, wrapping the towel around me on my way. I didn’t even bother to waste time drying off. I felt really bad leaving like that when I felt I started it, but I knew there was nothing I could do now to stop it. Truthfully though, I allowed fear to control me at that moment, so please don’t judge me too harshly.
Entering our room, I expected it to be empty as AJ was about dressed when I had left; instead, I found him at his desk waiting for me.
“Man, you’re dripping all over the floor!” He complained though it didn’t look like he was really that upset about it.
“Sorry, I had to make a quick getaway so I didn’t get a chance to dry off.” I explained as I shut the door to our room and began to finally dry myself.
“Did Peter threaten you again?” AJ looked irritated as he asked this and I could see how much resentment he had for Peter. “I wish I could show him how it feels to be in our place when he picks on us!”
“No, Peter didn’t threaten me. Actually some other boy was the target, I was just afraid of being around when the shit hit the fan is all.”
“Yah… what happened?”
Now for a moment I considered not telling AJ about what happened in the bathroom but then I figured that it would most likely be all over by lunch time so I went ahead and decided to tell him after all. I quickly explained to him everything that happened in the bathroom and after a moment of thought, AJ agreed with me.
“Yeah you were right; you did not want to be there when Peter got there or worse, when one of the adults ended up there.” AJ just nodded as if agreeing with himself. “The guys here are cruel, so a word to the wise; as you already seen, don’t get caught ever looking at any of the guys junk around here, unless you want to be labeled as gay.” AJ warned me.
Hearing what AJ said made me wonder if he was homophobic. “AJ, you don’t have anything against gays do you?” I hesitantly asked.
“Do you want me to be honest?” AJ looked at me with a look of puzzled bewilderment.
“Of course I do.”
“I really don’t know what to think. Some of the places I have lived, raised me to believe that it was a sin to be gay and other places said that being gay was just being true to being who you are. Still, I’m just not sure. I keep hearing each side’s argument and they both sound right. Therefore, how do I choose a side?” AJ proclaimed in a state of total confusion.
With AJ’s answer I had almost forgotten my question. To be honest, I don’t think he quite understood what I was asking him. I mean, I wasn’t trying to get a detailed response to his feelings towards the gay and lesbian lifestyle. All I wanted was to know if he was homophobic person.
“Hey, you better hurry and get dressed or were going to be late.” AJ announced as he checked a cheap watch on his wrist.
“You can go on without me. I will be there in a few minutes.” I told him as I was pulling on the underwear that I’d left on the floor last night.
He got up and it looked like he was going to leave like I suggested, but instead he turned and walked over to our bunk beds. I was amazed as he made my bed for me while I finished getting dressed for the day. This kid was surprising me more and more every day. I could not believe why anyone didn’t want him! So far I had only been around him for less than a day and I already knew that he was better than most of the boys here.
“Thanks helping me with my bed.” I said appreciatively as we shut the door behind us and made our way to the dining room.
“No problem, I just wanted to help so that you wouldn’t be late and get in trouble. Besides, what are friends for?” Then as we started to pass the bathroom, AJ stopped. “Maybe you should take a quick bathroom break just in case. I think I will too.” And with that AJ walked into the still busy bathroom.
He was right, so I followed. Several boys were still trying to get last minute showers and were doing things like brushing their teeth and hair. A few were using the toilets. Fortunately there were urinals available, soon I was feeling the great relief one has when you release your urine filled bladder. “Ahhhhhh!” I realized as I stood there and peed in the urinal, that if I hadn’t done this, I would have most likely peed my pants during breakfast. I had AJ to thank for keeping my pants dry from at least one possible accident. Hopefully I can find a way to keep them dry in the future, and then a thought occurred to me…
“You have a way already to keep your pants dry and your dignity intact. All you have to do is talk to Mrs. Betty when she gets in and see if she will let you wear GoodNites during the day so that way if you do have an accident it will keep your pants dry. Also it will also allow you to be able to use the toilet if you need to.” I thought to myself as I shook the last few drops off then zipped up my pants.
After I washed my hands I found AJ waiting for me in the hall talking to one of the other boys.
“Hey Ben, this is Brian; he was telling me about the boy you were talking about this morning. He said his name was Steven and that he got here sometime real early this morning.” AJ introduced me and tried to explain what they were talking about.
Brian looked at us both all excited. “Yeah, according to the rumor, he got here early this morning and that someone from the police department brought him down here.”
This interested me as I too had been brought here by the police. I couldn’t help wondering if Steven was in trouble with the law as well. Now I am sure he wasn’t an adult trapped in a boy’s body but the coincidence of the police thing made me wonder. Still I was pretty sure this was not the case. Then again, curiosity got me.
“Do you know any more about him? Like where he is from? Does he have any family? How old he is? Anything like that?” I asked in an almost begging tone, like that of the little kid I looked like.
“Sorry, I don’t know much. All I know is that his name is Steven and he is 12 years old. That he is in some sort of trouble with the law and that due to the fact that the home is currently full, he will most likely get moved later today. This is all I know. Sorry.” Brian apologized again. “Anyway, I am outa here. See you at breakfast.” That said, he ran down the hall and into one of the rooms.
“Wow AJ, I thought we were running late but it looks like almost everyone else is running late too.” I stated as we continued our way towards the dining room.
I wasn’t surprised at all to find the breakfast table almost empty when we arrived. Only 4 others besides the adults were there. According to the time there were only 5 more minutes before breakfast started and everyone who wasn’t there would be officially late. Even AJ seemed to be a little confused by everyone’s tardiness.
“Jerry I am sorry that the other guys aren’t here yet but if you give them a few more minutes I am sure they will all be here by then.” AJ tried to make excuses for the other boys when breakfast time officially came and went and only a handful of them had shown up. There were only a total of 9 boys, counting myself and the new boy Steven; that made it to breakfast on time.
“Don’t worry AJ, the boys missing from breakfast this morning are not expected. Well, all except for 1 slow poke but I will let him slide.” And at that moment, Brian rushed into the dining room and took his seat at the breakfast table.
“I suppose you are not going to tell us why the others aren’t here?” AJ asked.
Jerry just smiled. “You nailed that one right on the nose.”
6 boys for some inexplicable reason did not make it for breakfast, nor were they seen all morning long. Anytime anyone asked about them, we were told to mind our own business and that the boys would be back before dinner that evening. Of course it didn’t take a mind reader to figure things out in the end. All it needed was some detective work, a little brains, and knowing who to ask. For instance, to start off with; we noticed that most of the missing boys were Peter and his gang of thugs. A couple other boys missing were ones that I had been showering with that morning; the ones that started the whole gay thing. From there we were able to start deducing what must have happened, and that led us to Steven. Now he at first didn’t want to risk or saying anything for fear of getting into trouble himself and he really didn’t trust me, and I couldn’t blame him either. I was after all the kid who flipped him off in the shower. In fact now thinking about it, I am amazed I wasn’t in trouble as well, along with the rest of the boys who picked on him this morning. I decided he was long overdue an apology.
“Hey Steven, I am really sorry for this morning. I acted like a jerk and I had no reason to flip you off like that. I am terribly sorry and I hope you will forgive me for how I acted towards you.” I told him with true sincerity.
Steven at first seemed to be taken back by my apology and I was afraid he was going to reject it, and again, I wouldn’t blame him. Then a smile broke out on his face and when he held out his hand in friendship, I knew, I was forgiven. A part of me felt I should have not been forgiven so easily, but I was relieved and happy to be so.
Now friends, we were able to gain Steven’s trust and he told us everything. Or at least what he knew, which unfortunately was not much.
“I guess not long after you had left, the boy called Peter showed up with several of his friends. They started to heckle me terribly. Some of the other boys joined in. Soon they were hitting me with their towels and throwing wads of toilet paper at me. The humiliation continued to escalate until Jerry heard all of the ruckus and came to find out what was going on. When he realized what they were doing to me, he put a stop to it immediately. He then asked them why they were doing all of this, and when he heard their reply he got very angry and told me to go and finish getting ready. I heard him tell the boys to get dressed and be in the office in 5 minutes or else! And that is all I know.” Steven explained.
From what we gathered, Jerry was so upset with the 6 boys that he sent them somewhere for the day as some sort of punishment. As to where, no one we asked knew the answer.
My plan was to originally talk to Mrs. Betty this morning but unfortunately, she never showed up at all, that morning.
AJ and I kind of took Steven under our wing since he had nowhere else to hang officially at the home. He didn’t even know where he would be by the end of the day. Like the day before, we spent most of our time hiding in our room; that is after we concluded our investigation which actually was wrapped up pretty quickly.
At one point that morning, while we were all in our room talking, I tried to ask Steven about how he ended here, and when he looked he was about to cry AJ gave me a look and I new immediately what it meant. I could tell he would bust me one if I didn’t drop it right then and there.
AJ then changed the subject and soon it was as if I had never mentioned it. Of course I couldn’t help wondering what Steven’s story was and hoped that maybe he would feel comfortable enough to tell us. Then again, he may not even be with us much longer and I would never know. That bit of not knowing was driving me nuts. I kept telling myself that it was not possible that he had nothing to do with Mike, but for some reason that little seed of doubt was still there and because of that, I just needed know his story. My only hope was that he would tell us before he left. For now, I did my best to make him feel comfortable.
As it got near noon I was told that Mrs. Betty would be here sometime after lunch, so I was looking forward to seeing her soon afterwards. I guess that might be why my mind was not paying attention to what it should have been.
It was Steven who first noticed my lack of control as we got up to go to lunch. “Whoa there bud, but you might want to do something about that.”
Naturally I looked down towards where he was pointing, but I already knew what had happened. For some reason though, it was as if my mind was needing that physical visual evidence for proof, and of course as I looked down, there was a growing wet patch.
“If only someone had said something to have reminded me a few minutes earlier, I could have prevented this; now Steven knows I am a pantswetter!” I thought to myself, and humiliated once again, I broke down crying in embarrassing shame!
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Post by Admin on May 29, 2015 14:50:34 GMT -5
Chapter 12
“Hey there little guy, you don’t have to worry about me making fun of you.” Steven assured me while putting his arm around me in a friendly gesture. “You know, you never did ask me why I was looking at you in the shower this morning.”
I knew that Steven’s out of the blue mentioning of what happened this morning now, was only meant as a distraction; still I was curious as to where this was going. I mean, was it possible that he was actually gay after all?
“Are you telling me that you really were checking out my goods?” I asked him suspiciously as I tried to wipe the tears from my face with my hands.
At that moment, I wasn’t sure if I should be angry with Steven or proud that at least this childlike body had something worth looking at.
“Naw, I’m not gay! Promise not to get upset?” At this I nodded my head and he took that as an okay to continue. “Okay… well… I just happen to notice that while you were showering that you started peeing, but unlike must guys who do that in the shower, you didn’t even notice it, not even when you saw me staring at you.” He explained nodding his head as he saw that I finally understood the full implication of what could have happened this morning.
My face burned bright red with embarrassment as I realized how right Steven was. Things could have been much worse and somehow I had been very lucky that no one other than Steven had noticed what had happened!
“Wow! You’re right; I didn’t notice that at all and I am glad no one else noticed either.” As I said this, I felt my stomach gurgle a little. “Thank you for not telling anyone.”
I wasn’t sure what else to say to him as I continued to be astounded by what I had done in front of all those guys and how luckily not one of them noticed. Not only that, I had peed myself uncontrollably in front of Steven, I just hadn’t had any clothes on at the time. The best luck though that I realized I had, was to be somehow lucky enough to end up with 2 very understanding friends. I am not sure how long I will have to be a kid this time around but unlike the first time around where I didn’t really have any friends, this time I at least had 2 good ones that I hoped to keep until I figured my way out of this mess I was in. It didn’t even matter to me how young they were. Of course Steven was most likely leaving that afternoon, so my friend count was probably going to go back down to 1 but for now, I had 2.
There was one thing though that was bothering me. I looked to these kids to be about 8 or 9 and they are 12. Normally older kids like them don’t play/spend time with kids that are 8 or 9, so why would they take the time to be my friend and do things with me? Of course, I did know why AJ was so understanding, as we had something in common; he shared my bedwetting problem. The question remained, why was Steven so understanding, was it possible that he also was a bedwetter?
“Steven, I know you really don’t want to answer any personal questions right now but there is one that I really want to know the answer to as it is driving me nuts. Would it be okay to ask you?” I asked hoping it would be OK and maybe I could finally find out if he was a bedwetter.
Before Steven could answer though, AJ intervened. “Ben, please let’s just let Steven tell us in his own time. Stop trying to press him on his personal life. Besides, you need to hurry and get cleaned up as it will be lunch time soon and then you won’t have the privacy in the bathroom as the other guys will be getting cleaned up before heading down to the dining room.”
I really wanted to say something in my defense and get back to the question I wanted to ask, but a look from AJ stopped me cold in my tracks. It was a look I recognized from someone like Peter but not from AJ, but still he was able to scare me quiet with that one look!
Upset, wet, and smelling of my own piss; I decided to once again take a shower. This was my 2nd shower for the day and if anything like the day before, just one of many. Instead of doing the normal stripping down in the room, I grabbed my towel and stomped out and down the hall. As I headed to the bathroom my stomach again gurgled. As I was angry, I didn’t think too much about it, instead, I continued on to the bathroom where I stripped and showered.
I had just finished drying off and was about to head back to the bedroom when once again my belly gurgled, this time it was much louder and longer and as the gurgle ended I wasn’t feeling too swift. I could feel pressure building in my gut and I doubled over as a cramp hit me! Knowing what was about to happened I staggered up and rushed to the toilet. You know, there is one good thing about being naked… no clothes to frantically pull off. All I had to do was plop my butt down on the seat and no sooner had I done so, than an explosion occurred. Like an upside down volcano, I erupted into the toilet. It hit the water with the force of a nuclear bomb, causing the dirty water to splash back up onto my exposed butt and gross me out. For the next 5 minutes, I was stuck to that seat as wave after wave hit, then poured out of me. Each time it seemed, I continued to get shitty water splashed back up on my ass. When the cramping and diarrhea finally did cease, my butt was so messy that I decided to jump back into the shower, where I once again cleaned myself.
“Boy, took you long enough!” AJ announced as I walked into our room.
I really had no intention of answering AJ at the moment. I was still angry with him and would have loved to have made him grovel for my attention. Besides the last thing I really wanted to talk to him about was my explosive diarrhea. I would have followed through with this plan too, but then I noticed that Steven was not in the room and wondered where he could have gone as I hadn’t passed him on my way back from the bathroom. Steven had been with us all morning and didn’t have a room of his own and would most likely not get one as he would be probably leaving after lunch for another home or facility. He also had no inclination to hang in any of our home’s common areas, so curiosity got the better of me.
Grabbing some clean clothes I started to get dressed, and ignoring AJ’s question, I asked, “Where’s Steven?”
AJ seemed a little annoyed that I blew off his question but answered mine anyway. “I guess Mrs. Betty is here now as she sent for him.”
“Finally some good news!” I thought and I quickened my pace so that I too could go and see Mrs. Betty as soon as she was available.
I had not expected her until after lunch so to be able to see her before would be a relief. It was my hope that the sooner that I got my diaper needs taken care of, the better off I would be. I realized she was probably still talking to Steven, but I hoped that they would finish up before lunch time, and I could get a couple minutes with her to get a GoodNite for protection before we ate.
“Why are you in such a rush?” AJ asked me with a frown.
“Boy, I can’t satisfy you one bit! You tell me I am to slow and try to get me to speed up and when I do, you question it!” I snapped at him as I quickly tied my shoes.
“It is just that I have never seen you move this fast and it makes me think you are up to something!” AJ stated suspiciously.
“Alright! Alright! I need to see Mrs. Betty too and now that I know she is here I want to hurry up and get down there and see her before lunch starts.” I explained hurriedly.
AJ did not look happy when he heard my response. “She’s with Steven now and chances are she won’t be done with him until lunch time. You have an appointment with her after lunch and you can wait until then!” AJ informed me with irritation clearly heard in his voice. “And by the way, I have a bone to pick with you! Why do you keep insisting on trying to bring up Steven’s personal life? If he wants to tell us, he will!” The next thing AJ said actually hurt because it was true. “If you notice, I have not once asked you about your personal life. I have allowed you to take your time and if you want to tell me, you will in your own time! All I ask you to do, is to respect others by doing the same for them!”
AJ was right, my need to know about Steven was not as important as Steven’s right to his privacy. Maybe AJ was right about the Steven as well, and that he would feel comfortable enough around us at some point to tell his personal story. But how could I expect anyone to tell me their story when I couldn’t tell them my own … as they wouldn’t believe it if I did.
“You’re right AJ, I am being an ass, and I will apologize to Steven when I see him next, but I do need to try and see Mrs. Betty before lunch if I can.” I concluded, I then left the room before AJ could stop me.
AJ shouted something at me, but at that point I had tuned him out and was halfway down the hall and heading toward the stairs. For a moment, I thought he might try to come after me, but when I reached the stairs with no problem, I turned and found that he was nowhere in sight. He had obviously gone back into the room. I breathed a sigh of relief as I descended the staircase, as I really didn’t want to fight my friend.
Walking down the hall I soon found myself outside the closed office door. Now I am not sure if it was because Steven was upset and talking louder than normal, causing Mrs. Betty to respond in kind, or if it was just that easy to hear everything being said inside the office. I found this disturbing as I thought the office was a safe place to tell private matters that I wouldn’t want others to know. Now I could have left and given Steven his privacy but I had to speak to Mrs. Betty and I didn’t want to take the chance of missing her after she was done talking to Steven.
There were a couple of chairs placed outside the office, and I took a seat in one as I waited for Steven to come out. Though I was able to hear pretty much everything they were saying inside, I had arrived at the end of their conversation, and so I had missed a lot of what was said before I got there. What they were talking about now was about where he would stay until things were figured out. This of course was good news as it meant that Steven would be sticking around for a while.
“As you know, we are currently at our maximum capacity and theoretically haven’t any room for more boys due to State regulations.” I heard her explain to Steven. “It seems though that Father Caleb was able to somehow get a temporary exception from the State for you. So for now we will put up a cot for you in one of our rooms.”
Steven didn’t sound as thrilled upon hearing this news as I guess Mrs. Betty was hoping he would be.
“But I want to go live with my Uncle and his family!” He stated loudly but firmly.
“Steven, I know you want to be with your Uncle and Aunt, but as I already told you, until the State can locate them, you have to stay somewhere. I think here would be better than the other options the State has at the moment.” Mrs. Betty voice sounded as if she was trying to sooth him and help him see reason. “Hopefully, they will locate him quickly and then you can go and stay with them, but until then, I would like it if you would stay here with us.” Even though I couldn’t see her, I could almost picture Mrs. Betty smiling and offering her hand out to Steven in friendship.
Lowering his voice, Steven then said something unintelligible, that I couldn’t make out. It was followed by a chuckle from Mrs. Betty so I assumed that whatever he had said, she found slightly amusing.
Steven on the other hand didn’t seem to find it funny and hollered in rage. “I WASN’T TRYING TO BE FUNNY!”
“I am sorry Steven; I didn’t mean to upset you in anyway. I wasn’t laughing at you. I just found the way you said it amusing and never meant to be hurtful. I hope you understand that I am truly sorry for hurting your feelings.”
I guess he bought it as he calmed down a little but he still seemed a little upset.
“Okay, but I just don’t like being made fun of and that’s already happened once today!” He replied loudly.
“Yes, as I told you, I know about the incident and took care of it. I promise you that the boys responsible will not be bothering you again.”
Mrs. Betty tried to reassure him but even I found this hard to believe. I heard Steven reply in a sarcastic tone but Mrs. Betty chose to ignore it.
“Since you will be staying with us for a while, later today, you will be issued clothing and bedding and other necessities for your stay here. We will also need to go over some personal data for our records. You have given us some already and I will be adding that to our files this afternoon. But we will also need some other information that we have yet to go over.”
The next thing that Steven said was at a lower volume so it was harder to make out but was still loud enough that I was just barely able to hear it.
“What other information do you need?” He asked in wary tone.
“Well for instance, we will need to know if you have any medical issues we should know about.”
When I heard Mrs. Betty ask this question, my ears perked up! Finally, maybe I was going to find out the answer to the question I wanted to know most about Steven… Well, hopefully that is! I decided that this was too important not to take chances of missing out on if they lower their voices, so I got up against the door and put my ear on it in hopes of not missing a word of what they said next. I knew I took the chance of someone coming by and catching me doing this as I am sure it would have got me in trouble if they would have told. Luckily no one came by. Listening at the door I wasn’t disappointed as I heard a very nervous Steven try his best to explain his health issue!
“Well… I… Uh… I’m a… God I hate having to tell people this!”
I could hear the unmistakable nervousness in Steven’s voice and I was now more than ever certain, that he was indeed a bedwetter. I mean, what else could explain all of the stumbling over his own words he was doing.
“I guess I just got to say it… I’m a bedwetter!” He finally got it out after several failed attempts; I think he even sounded relieved.
“BINGO!” I thought to myself as I smiled in victory of proving myself right.
“I see; well you don’t have to worry about that; you’re not the only one here with that problem.” Mrs. Betty explained.
For a moment I thought she was going to rat out AJ and me; of course if I had been thinking, I would have realized that he would have already figured out that I was a bedwetter after seeing me wetting uncontrollably twice in front of him. As an adult you would think I would be smarter than a normal kid, and not jump to conclusions, figuring things through logically. But of course at that moment I wasn’t thinking with logic, I was thinking like the kid I looked like. So you can see why I was surprised by what he said next.
“I know, I met Ben already.” I heard Steven say through the door and about fainted in embarrassment.
I am not sure if it was because of all the blood rushing to my head or if it was because they got quieter, but from this point, I found it harder to understand what they were saying. It was as if they knew I was out here listening to them and they were whispering on purpose. A few minutes later, the door opened up and out came Steven, who by the way almost freaked when he saw me standing there at the door.
“How long have you been standing there?” he panicked. “You didn’t hear me did you?”
“I just got here.” I lied and then gave him a curious look. “Hear you what?” I asked him with a serious face.
I guess this made him feel a little better as I saw him sigh with relief but that didn’t last that long. I could see doubt as it spread across his face and knew he did not believe me. I also knew that as soon as he got back upstairs and talked with AJ, he would know that I had been down there for longer then I said. Still at this moment, I preferred not to have a public argument.
“What are you doing here?” He asked accusingly?
“I came to see Mrs. Betty; I have to talk to her about a private matter.” I explained hoping that it would be enough to satisfy him. “So if you would excuse me, I will see you and AJ at lunch.”
He continued to look at me suspiciously as I passed him and entered Mrs. Betty’s office. I actually felt bad as I closed the office door; it was as if I was closing it in his face. I didn’t want Steven to feel upset over the possibility of me hearing what he and Mrs. Betty were talking about, but truth be known, I had heard and maybe it would be better to be upfront and honest about it. As I said, he was going to find out I was there longer then I already said I was. Right now though wasn’t the time. It was only a few minutes before lunch and I had a mission.
“Well hello Ben!” Mrs. Betty said with genuine kindness. “I hear you had a rough night.” This time I could hear true sympathy in her voice as she gestured toward one of the chairs in front of her desk.
“Yeah, I guess you can say that. In fact that is what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to ask you about wearing protection from now on.” I spoke in almost a whisper as I took my seat.
“Oh don’t you worry about that dear, Kevin has already explained it in his report.” Mrs. Betty interrupted me. “Starting tonight, as long as it is authorized by your caseworker; we will make sure that from now on, you will have GoodNites to wear to bed.”
“Well that is just it Mrs. Betty, I don’t think a GoodNite will be good enough to get me through the night. The one Kevin gave me barely made it the few hours I wore it and if I had worn it the full night, it would have definitely leaked.” At this point I started to hesitate as I found the next part harder to say but I knew I had to do it. “I think I need something… Well… Something better than a GoodNite; something that I can get through the night with.” My face turned red with embarrassment as I finally choked out those words.
“I see what you mean.” Mrs. Betty nodded her head and gave me a look as if she were in deep thought. “We could purchase some disposable diapers I guess. The question is, would they be any better than the GoodNites? To be honest, I am not sure if they would be. It has been a while since we had a child that GoodNites were not able to handle their problem. But then those children were all on State Medicaid and the State provided disposable diapers for them. It is possible that the State may try and get you put on Medicaid as well, but that doesn’t always work out right away; so until then, it would be left up to us to provide protection for you. Now we do have a supply of cloth diapers and rubber pants that were donated to us several years ago and while we don’t use them regularly, we have used them from time to time, in temporary cases like yours. They would be able to get you through the night with no problem and with very little cost to the home. Again they would have to be approved by your caseworker but I don’t see a problem with that.”
This time unlike previously, Mrs. Betty did not sound as sure of herself as she had before.
I wasn’t sure what to think about this. Learning to put on a disposable diaper was one thing, but learning to put on cloth diapers would be pretty difficult. I also knew that they would have to be washed, and this would be hard to conceal. Still, it was better than having to get up numerous times to take a shower and change my sheets and pajamas all because of faulty protection. Plus without them, I would still have to do a lot of cleaning up the mess, which would be hard to hide.
It also hadn’t passed my attention that this was the 2nd time that I heard Mrs. Betty mentioning my caseworker.
“What is this about my caseworker?” I asked.
I was not sure what I was supposed to think about this new development. I guess you can say that it shows you how well I pay attention to things.
“Well before we can do certain things, like officially put you in diapers, we have to have your assigned caseworker’s permission to do so. Luckily, you got fast tracked and have been assigned one already. The person assigned will be here after lunch and will meet with you then. That is when we will get their permission for this along with a few other details. So, what about the cloth diapers?” From the way Mrs. Betty sounded here, it almost seemed like this might no longer be optional.
“Okay, if you promise that they are just temporary, I guess I will try the cloth diapers out, but I don’t know how to put them on.”
“As I said, I can’t promise you the State’s intentions. As for putting on the cloth diapers, don’t worry; we will take care of that for you.”
Now this was not something I was too happy about, but I quickly realized that I didn’t have much of a choice. I didn’t know how to put them on, and it only made sense to let them do it; at least until I could learn how to do it myself.
“So, who will be the one that will diaper me?” I asked as I was not sure if I wanted just anyone diapering me.
“Well, both Rhonda and Kip work again tonight, normally Rhonda would be the one who would do something like this but if you would feel more comfortable with Kip doing it, then I will ask him to do it instead.” Mrs. Betty offered.
To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I would be comfortable with either of them. The only women that have seen me naked recently were my wife and my lover. Add to that that, my body was now that of a prepubescent boy. The very last thing I wanted was some woman I really didn’t know seeing me naked. Now on the other hand, Kip scared the bejesus out of me. I know that I might be stereotyping him, but it is hard not to, when you look at how big and muscular he is. The fact he is black shouldn’t make a difference, but to a small white guy like me who always feared big black guys, it made a big difference. Still, Kip has gone out of his way to be my friend and I knew I needed to try and find a way to get past my fear. So with a gulp, I braced myself and gave Mrs. Betty my answer.
“I think it would be better if Kip could help me.” I said in a small tiny voice, which sounded very unsure of itself.
Mrs. Betty chuckled a little. “Okay Ben, I will make sure he takes care of you this evening. He will take care of it right before bedtime. From now on, either he or someone else will get you ready for bed. Every morning right before we wake everyone up, someone will come in and remove your diaper. Do you agree to this?” It was as if Mrs. Betty were now dictating terms.
“I agree but I also need one more thing.” I added.
Mrs. Betty raised her eye brows as if I was trying to pull a fast one on her. “Okay, what else do you need?” She asked warily.
“I need GoodNites for daytime use.” I kind of mumbled the last few words but Mrs. Betty was able to get the gist of it.
“I see. I heard you were having daytime accidents also. I guess you want to deal with those too. We could do cloth for day use as well.” She suggested.
“But then I won’t be able to poop in the toilet and I would be forced to use the diaper.” I complained, as I was afraid she might push for the cloth diapers for daytime anyway.
“I heard you pooped in your pants yesterday evening and I believe you had the opportunity to use the toilet all day.” Mrs. Betty’s words stung badly as she was partially right.
I had put off using the toilet, but I was pretty much forced to poop my pants by that jerk Peter. The thing was, as far as she could see I had only been there one day and so far I had already soiled myself like someone who couldn’t control themselves. I guess that didn’t make me look like I had very good bowel control. Shoot, I almost crapped all over the bathroom floor less than a half hour ago. That would have really made me look bad if I hadn’t made it to the toilet. As I said earlier, it was lucky that I was naked because if I had to take the time to pull down my pants, I would have soiled them. If that had happened, it would have definitely made me look like a pants pooper in Mrs. Betty’s eyes and I am sure no matter what I said she wouldn’t have believed me.
“I swear Mrs. Betty, that was an accident and that I don’t normally poop my pants!” As I swore to this, I used my new little kid charm, hoping to make her believe me. “I really just want something to keep my pants dry and to be able to still use the bathroom when I have to go.” I explained to her.
“Okay Ben, but if you find that you would rather be placed into the cloth diapers 24/7 while here, we would be okay with that. Of course this will all still have to be ultimately approved by your caseworker but as I stated, I don’t think that will be a problem.” Mrs. Betty explained in an understanding tone. She then changed subjects. “Ben, I also heard about this morning’s incident and I want you to know that the only reason you did not share in the other boy’s punishment is because I chose to let you slide this one time. I am giving you a break as you are new and that your actions while wrong and rude, were not as severe as were the other boys. Who knows, maybe if you had handled things differently this morning, events would have played out differently for Steven.” Her words stung with truth, though I was surprised that she was not as mad as I expected.
I expected her to lecture me more about my actions in this morning’s events but she instead seemed to be in thought. If I had been a little braver, I would have asked her at that time what had happened to the other boys that morning, as I had yet to see them return. But instead I just stood there, not saying a word waiting for her to still come down on me like a ton of bricks.
Instead she smiled at me. “Well it is lunch time; you should be going before you are late.”
“Can I get a GoodNite before lunch then?” I asked as I stood up from my seat in front of her desk. “I would like to have it on now in case I have an accident at lunch.” I asked sheepishly.
“I’m sorry Ben. Even though I agree with Kevin’s decision last night to allow you to wear protection, it is an exception that we are not allowed to make without approval. We have rules and regulations handed down by the State, which we have to abide by. I am sorry, but my hands are tied. We are going to be lucky if the State doesn’t fine us or worse for disregarding the rules for you last night.” Mrs. Betty actually seemed upset as she said all of this, which made me feel pretty bad as it was my fault.
“Can I do anything about it?” I asked, hoping that there was something… anything that I could do. “I could tell the caseworker that I asked for them and maybe they would understand if they knew how much trouble I had last night?” I asked, hoping that this might be enough to keep the home out of trouble.
“That is kind of you Ben, but I am afraid that won’t be enough. We should have gone through proper channels and we didn’t and that is all the State cares about when it comes to their rules and regulations. A lot of times, a caseworker will want a child to be seen by a pediatrician and a psychiatrist before they will even make a determination on whether or not they will be placed in diapers.”
Now this was new. Just a few moments ago Mrs. Betty had told me she thought I would be approved without a problem; now she is saying that I may have to see a doctor and a shrink before they would even consider approving me for diapers. I doubted they would be able to do all that for me today, so how was she going to be able to get me into cloth diapers by tonight? I guess she must have figured out what I was thinking by what she said next.
“Oh don’t worry Ben, they only do that for the boys that don’t want to wear diapers but obviously need them. They want to make sure that putting them in diapers isn’t more damaging to them then it is worth. For instance, a lot of the older boys that come through here that wet the bed don’t usually want to wear diapers, because of that, we have to sometimes decide on whether or not if it is best to go against their wishes if their wetting was serious enough to call for it. Now because it can be dealt with without diapers, a lot of times the caseworkers will chose to side with the boys after a thorough checkup. As I said, don’t worry; even though your caseworker will most likely have you see a doctor to make sure there is nothing physically wrong causing you to lose control of your bladder, I don’t see them refusing to allow you to wear protection in the mean time until you do.”
Mrs. Betty demeanor changed as she straightened herself in her chair. She then smiled and nodded her head at me and I could tell that it was her kind way of dismissing me.
I returned the nod and politely said goodbye before slipping out of her office. As I entered the hallway, I ran into a few of the older boys who were on their way to the dining room, so I joined them. Neither AJ nor Steven was in the group and all I could hope for was that they were already at the table. I quickly became concerned when it turned out, that they were not yet there, as it was getting close to the cut off time and they would be considered late.
“I hope they make it!” I thought to myself. “They should have been here by now.” I worried.
As luck would have it, a couple minutes later, AJ followed Steven into the Dining Room and sat down next to me. I smiled at him and was about to ask him what was taking him so long when he gave me an angry scowl that stopped me in my tracks.
“Now what!” I wanted to scream at him, but didn’t. Instead I gave him my best friendly look, trying the oblivious friendly route. “Hey buddy, what’s wrong? Please don’t tell me I did something to upset you again? If I did, I am real sorry for whatever it was!” I said, trying my best to sound as sincere as possible.
“It is not what you did to me!” AJ snapped. “It is what you did to Steven, even after what I told you!” He growled.
“But you have to believe me…” I started to say.
“I don’t have to believe anything you say and right now I don’t want to discuss it here!” He hissed, as we were starting to attract people’s attention.
I glanced across the table to where Steven was sitting, and saw that he too looked angry when he looked back at me.
“Just great! How in the world do I always get myself into these messes?!” I complained under my breath.
Then as if by some weird magic, I heard a voice reply back to me inside my head. The weird magic thing about it was, that it wasn’t my voice; it was Mike’s voice.
“Benji, that is just it. ‘YOU’ keep getting yourself into these messes. No one else gets you into them, you do. When are you going to learn to start cleaning up your own mistakes?” And with that, Mike’s voice was gone.
“My mistake!” I wanted to shout at Mike. “You must not have been here when Steven misunderstood what I was there for and that is why my friends are mad at me now. Tell me what mistake I made!” I silently demanded from Mike. Of course he was gone already and could not answer me. “That’s what I thought!” I shouted out to him with my mind when I got no reply.
Lunch was a miserable fare as I hated having to sit next to AJ while he was scowling at me as if he wanted a piece of me the whole time. I was starting to get the idea from the way he was seething, that there was a good possibility that he was going to try and beat the snot out of me after lunch. I knew the only way that I was going to avoid this beat down was to somehow get to Steven before AJ got to me. I needed to make him believe that I wasn’t trying to listen in on his conversation with Mrs. Betty. I will be honest with what I heard but let him know that I will never tell anyone about it and that I was not there for that reason. I would even tell him why I was there so that he would see the truth. Maybe then I could avoid a beat down and patch things up before I lose my friends. I had no idea how long I was going to be stuck like this and the last thing I wanted was to be friendless for the whole time.
I wasn’t sure how much time I would have between the end of lunch and my meeting with the caseworker, but I knew I needed to leverage every minute I had, to save my friendship with AJ and Steven.
The problem was that after lunch was over, AJ and Steven left together and as they did; AJ gave me a look that seemed to say… “Come to the room at your own risk.”
With no other option, I decided to risk my life to save my friendship. I was also hoping that maybe they would give me a chance to explain before they started beating me to a pulp. First though, I needed to get to the bathroom as I suddenly felt a need to go and I didn’t want to pee my pants again. I also noticed a familiar gurgling in my stomach now that I’d eaten. I walked as quickly as I could to the nearest bathroom, trying my best along the way to hold back the flood gates. I also hoped that I didn’t have any more strong cramps like earlier, at least not until I made it to the bathroom.
I was almost there when I felt my bladder suddenly spasm and a spurt of pee enter into my underpants. I did everything I could to clamp down those muscles and quickly regained control. As I did this, I realized this was a mistake as I felt it put pressure on my gut and suddenly I felt hot liquid squirt out of my butt. I was very lucky to regain quick control but I was not sure how long it would last, as I felt myself losing the battle between both my bladder and bowels. Not wanting to waste time, I did not stop to examine the damage done by my momentary bladder and bowel loss. Instead, I made my way to the bathroom which was not empty. There were 3 other boys currently in there using the facilities. I didn’t waste time on checking who the others were; instead, I rushed towards an open stall and shut and locked the door.
I quickly dropped my pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. I noticed that as I dropped my pants that my member was once again leaking in my underwear. Not taking the time to care, I quickly sat down and shoved my leaky member into the bowl just in time! Like earlier, a powerful cramp hit me and my bowels opened up and everything inside of me poured out of them! Also like earlier, I was stuck there on the toilet until I was no longer cramping and having diarrhea. This time with no showers to clean my backside up with, I had to use a lot of toilet paper to get the job done.
Now that my bladder and bowels were empty, I was able to check the damage done to my pants. I did it quickly before zipping myself up. From my quick examination, I was able to tell that while my underwear were pretty wet, my pants only had a wet spot the size of my fist on the front. Of course it was still big enough for people to tell that I peed myself. The worst problem though was the heavy wet brown streak in my underwear and the back of my jeans where I had squirted out some poop by accident before I was able to make it to the toilet. I used toilet paper to try and clean it as best as I could for now but it wasn’t able to really clean it properly. What I really wanted to do was get in the shower and wash and as for my clothes, I wanted to get them in the washer ASAP to get the poop stain out of them before it set in. As for now, I decided my best course of action was to quickly make my way out of there before anyone noticed. As I opened the stall door, one of the boys was still hanging around at the mirror, it wasn’t until I started to leave when I realized who he was.
My day was about to get really bad as I saw Peter staring at me. He quickly stepped in front of the door and blocked my way out of the bathroom. A quick look around me told me we were the only 2 now there. If I had thought AJ looked mad at me earlier, it was nothing compared to the look that Peter was giving me. His face was livid! From what I was starting to gather, he must be blaming me for why he got in trouble for this morning’s incident. Either that or he got in trouble for last night’s incident after all.
“Well, well, well, Mr. Pee Pants pissed himself again!” From the sound of his voice I was having a hard time trying to figure out if he was trying to just make fun of me or if he was as mad at me as he looked. “So Benji, I see you pissed yourself again like a baby. Did you also poopoo yourself too? Do I need to check your pants and help you clean up just like the baby you act like?” He hissed. “How about I just smack you silly for all the fucking trouble you and your queer friend got me in this morning! Yeah, I found out that you and the queer are friends, which is strange when you were the one that started the mess this morning and you didn’t even get in trouble like we did! Well, I am going to make sure that you and your friend get what’s coming to you tonight! Don’t worry about Kevin stopping me either as I have already made sure that won’t happen!”
Then without any warning, Peter belted me in my stomach. With an oof, all the air left my lungs and pain filled my gut. I immediately doubled over and dropped to the bathroom floor and as tears filled my eyes, my bowels betrayed me once more and proved that they weren’t after all empty!
I could hear Peter laugh hysterically as he realized I was shitting my pants. He continued laughing as he left me alone in the bathroom. I am not sure how long I sat crumpled on that bathroom floor crying but if it hadn’t been for AJ and Steven who had come looking for me, I might have stayed there until someone came looking for me for my meeting with my caseworker.
“Ben! What happened?!” I heard AJ ask in a worried voice as he tried to help me up off the floor.
Of course I was still afraid that he too may want to hit me as well, and not wanting to be hit in my stomach again, I fought his attempt to get me up from the floor. Instead, I tried to protect my more vulnerable parts and hoped that anywhere he did hit, that it wouldn’t hurt as bad as Peter’s punch had just did.
“Ben! What is wrong with you? I am trying to help you get up but you are acting like some psycho!” AJ shouted at me and of course all the shouting did was reinforce the idea he was going to hit me. “Damn it Ben! Steven, can you help me? If we have to, we can drag him upstairs to our room!” Steven of course grabbed me on my other side as soon as AJ made this suggestion. “See, he is not too heavy, we can easily lift him between the two of us.”
“Man, what stinks!” Steven Complained.
“I think he messed himself. Come-on, help me carry him upstairs.”
AJ was right, they had lifted me right off my feet and even when I fought them, I still was not able to break free. They had a good grip and between the two, they had complete control over me. Still I could see that it was hard on them to get me up the stairs and I tried to use this to get away, but they were determined and nothing I did stopped them. They refused to let me go until they had me in our room where Steven put one of the chairs in front of the door and sat down, blocking my way out of the room.
My tears of pain had turned into those of frustration and I realized that my only choice now was to just get it over with. Maybe if I tried to act like the man I was, it would be better for me as they would think me a better person for taking my punishment like a man. At least I hope this would be the case. Of course it was hard to do this when you had shit running down your leg. My only hope was that none of it had yet escaped my pants; it would be embarrassing if I had left a trail all the way up to the room. This made me even more frustrated with AJ because it would have been his fault if I had.
“OKAY YOU WIN! TAKE YOUR BEST SHOT!” I shouted at AJ as I stood and opened up my arms giving him free shot at my body.
I could see that AJ was still upset but yet he never took advantage of the open target that I presented. This was kind of surprising as I was sure that was what he had wanted to do from the look he had been giving me at lunch.
“What is your problem?” AJ looked at me as if I had a screw loose.
“I thought from the way you guys were staring me down at lunch that you were going to beat me down.” I told them as I wiped the tears of anger from my eyes. “Aren’t you going to beat me up?” I asked in confusion.
“Ben, we were angry with you, yes; but we were not going to beat you up! Who do you think I am… Peter?! I told you I wanted to talk to you, but that I just didn’t want to do it at the dining room table.” I could hear the irritation in AJ’s voice as he spoke and found it hard to believe that he still wanted to be friends with me.
“I know you guys are upset with me but you never even asked me anything to make sure that I did anything wrong to begin with.” I stated in my defense.
“I told you not to go down to Mrs. Betty’s office as Steven was down there. I also told you that it was important that we respect his wish to not pry into his personal business.” AJ argued.
“But you don’t understand, I needed to talk to Mrs. Betty before lunch so that I could get her to allow me to a…” at this point I hesitated, my face turning red with embarrassment.
AJ didn’t believe me one bit though. “You could have waited here until Steven returned and then gone down. I know you went down there hoping to listen in on their conversation and you can’t make me believe anything different!”
Steven on the other hand seemed to be slipping towards my side. “Did you really need to see Mrs. Betty for something real important?” He asked, ignoring AJ’s annoyed look.
“Yes, please believe me! It was not my intention to listen in on your conversation. In fact I didn’t even know someone outside the office could hear people inside it talking. That doesn’t seem like good security to me and makes me hesitate wanting to talk about personal stuff in there. It makes me wonder if there is another office or room where we can talk more privately, where people can’t overhear what we say.” I kind of babbled all of this out, not realizing that I’d admitted that I did overhear what was said between Steven and Mrs. Betty.
“So you did over hear what was said between me and Mrs. Betty?” Steven asked as the anger started to return to his face. “So what did you hear?”
“Steven, I swear to you, as I said before, I didn’t mean to overhear your conversation. I was there for one reason only. As for what I overheard, I only heard the very tail end of what you guys were talking about.” I again tried to explain to him in hopes that he would believe that I wasn’t trying to snoop. “If you want, I can tell you what I heard but do you want me to do it in private or is it okay to tell you in front of AJ?”
At this, Steven went quiet as he thought about this. I could see that he was torn between wanting to keep his personal stuff private and trusting his friends, at least that is what it looked like to me.
“Hey Steven, you don’t have to tell me anything, I can go downstairs for a while and then you can just come and get me when you guys are done talking.” AJ offered as he started for the door, Steven though refused to budge.
“No, it doesn’t make any sense not telling you when Ben already knows. Besides, you are probably going to find out most of what he heard anyway, that is if all he heard was the end of what we were talking about.”
AJ gave Steven a friendly smile, as he made sure that Steven was positive of his choice. “You are sure that you are okay with this?”
“Yes, I am certain!” Steven then looked over at me. “Okay now, tell us exactly what you heard.”
Hoping that this is the right thing and Steven wouldn’t blow a fuse, I told him exactly what I heard. Once I finished, I again reminded him that I was not there trying to overhear him and Mrs. Betty. I also reminded him I was only there because I too needed to see Mrs. Betty for a private matter before lunch.
“You keep telling us you went there for a reason but you haven’t told us what that reason was yet!” AJ reminded me in a demanding tone after I finished.
“Yah!” Steven added.
“Okay!” I sighed and took a breath. “I went to see Mrs. Betty because I wanted her to let me start using protection during the daytime, so I don’t have to worry about wetting my pants anymore! I was hoping that she would let me wear a GoodNite starting before lunch; that way…” As I said this I pulled up my shirt to expose my wet pants which I knew they had already noticed but I reminded them anyway. “…this wouldn’t have happened!” I stated in disgust and anger at myself and Peter.
I of course was too embarrassed to even mention the fact of my soiled condition, even though I knew that they both already knew about that already as well! It just made me feel useless and incapable of being anything but a baby. Tears quickly fought their way out of my eyes and down my cheeks. It was Steven who broke first.
“Oh man I am sorry for accusing you!” He apologized. “Lately I just haven’t had a lot of friends. When you smell like piss every day at school, no one likes being around you, let alone dare be your friend.” He stated sadly and for the first time revealed something about his private life that neither AJ nor I knew. “You know, you guys have been nothing but friends to me and probably the only true friends I’ve had in years. I had some friends but none that I would say were as good as you guys have proven to be. I guess if anyone deserves to know why I am here, you guys do.”
Of course AJ had to dissuade him. “Remember, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He then looked at me. “You also might want to change first before he starts.” He suggested.
I thought about that for a moment. “Why should I? All I will do is pee or poop in my next change of clothes. I will wait until Steven is done and get cleaned up then.”
“Well if that is the case, then you’re sitting in the chair as it is plastic and can be wiped clean.” AJ instructed.
“Alright! Alright!” I backed down as I sat in the other chair in the room.
Steven just smiled. “Now that is taken care of, can we start the story?” Steven then took a breath then looked at us. “Are you guys ready? This is going to be a long story.”
“I hope we have enough time to hear it all before my appointment this afternoon with my caseworker.” I interrupted him.
Steven seemed surprised by this. “I am supposed to see my caseworker this afternoon too.
“Maybe you guys have the same caseworker.” AJ suggested. “I have seen that happen a lot, and with you guys having appointments on the same day and only both having just arrived, I bet it is the same person.
“Well, I guess we will find out soon enough.” I concluded. “For now, let’s try and see if we can get the story finished before our appointments start.” I then looked over at Steven. “That is if you are still willing to tell it.”
Steven nodded his head. “I will try my best to tell it before our appointments start.”
He waited as AJ and I got comfortable and then started.
“It all started when I was 6 years old…”
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Post by Admin on May 29, 2015 14:53:28 GMT -5
Chapter 13
Steven had just started to tell his story, but I was finding it difficult to concentrate. My butt was starting to itch and feel so uncomfortable that it was actually winning over my wanting to know Steven’s story. The only reason I didn’t rush off to the shower in the first place was because I didn’t want to miss it or have him change his mind during the time it took me to take my shower. Unfortunately, I wasn’t going to be able to avoid this and finally interrupted Steven who I hadn’t been able to listen to anyway due to my discomfort.
“Hey guys, I am sorry but I can’t sit in these messy pants after all. I am going to jump into the shower real quick and be right back.” I promised them.
I am not sure what they talked about while I was showering, but I did as I promised and got and right back out. I just washed everything from my waist down. Then once I got back to the room, I just pulled on a pair of fruit of looms and sat back down in my chair. I did find out that they had cleaned the chair while I was showering and sprayed the room. They had also taken my messy things down to the laundry room.
Now that I was sitting, Steven looked at me. “You all set now?” He asked.
I nodded my head and he smiled and I was glad when he started from the beginning.
“I don’t know why but I don’t have the greatest memory of when I was a little kid. In fact, for the most part, I can’t even tell you where I have lived at since we moved around so much over the years. Well, that is other than living here in the Chicago area or the last place we lived; which was Vegas. I remember how glitzy the strip looked with all those casino lights. I guess I remember a few of the other places but I couldn’t really tell you when it was we lived there for sure; we just moved around too often and never stayed in one long enough. I don’t know if this is why I am having such a hard time remembering things from my past or not but it seems as if I have very few memories that I am certain about, especially with my dad. The few memories of him that I have left, feel like an old faded movie; you know, one of those old silent pictures. So, the only reason I know that it began when I was 6 years old was because my mom would often remind me of the day we got that awful news. She would always start off saying that it happened just a couple weeks after I turned 6 years old. The awful news was…” At this point, Steven started to tear up and paused in his story to wipe away the few tears that were now rolling down his cheeks. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry about it man, believe it or not, we all cry.” AJ stated sympathetically. “Just take your time and don’t allow yourself to feel pressured at any time. You tell us what you feel comfortable with. Okay?”
Once again AJ sounded way beyond his 12 years of age I just wish he wouldn’t always feel it necessary to try and convince Steven not to tell us his story. I was grateful though when Steven continued anyway.
“Even though I don’t remember most of my early childhood, I do remember bits and pieces here and there and that awful day is one that even I can still remember most of; well actually what I remember is this… I was eating breakfast, I am not positive but I believe it was a bowl of cold cereal. My dad was in the military and was somewhere overseas, I can’t remember where though. I do remember that we were expecting him to be coming home for a few days. Anyway, while I was eating my breakfast I heard the doorbell ring. Now don’t ask me why I remember this and don’t remember other things, because I don’t know why. All I know is that when I heard that doorbell ring, a part of me thought that it might have been my dad and that he had come home a week early. My young mind had figured he was ringing the doorbell to surprise us. So you can guess how surprised and disappointed I was, when neither the 2 uniformed military men at the door or the 1 walking up the sidewalk, were my dad.” Steven explained.
I was starting to see where this was going and suddenly felt bad for the kid. I could see now why Steven had been so unwilling to talk about his life. A loss like he had at such a young age would devastate anyone, let alone a child.
“One of the men asked for my mother so I went and got her. Again, I remember this next thing because I am sure it was the first time I ever saw my mom cry. After that, it seemed like she never stopped crying unless she was on something. Anyway, I got my mom like I was asked and she no sooner saw the military men at the door and she fell to the floor crying. I remember trying to find out what was wrong with my mom as the men came in and helped her up and over to the couch. From here my memory starts to get a little fuzzy again. I can’t remember when I finally realized why those men were at our home. I think at some point I must have clued in on why mom was so upset. I am guessing she must have said something that I overheard. What I do know is that my world came crashing down that day, as it was the day I learned my daddy died!”
Steven paused once again as new tears formed in his eyes and streamed down his face. Even AJ was tearing up and I could understand why, as I was struggling unsuccessfully to hold back my own tears. Several minutes went by before Steven was able to continue again.
“I kind of remember my dad’s funeral. There were a lot of military people there. I also remember that they shot a lot of guns off…” Steven seemed to be in deep thought. “You know how at funerals you go and say your goodbye to your loved one? Almost always you get to see that person one last time before they bury them. Well, in my case, I remember that I was not allowed to see my dad’s body. Back then I didn’t know why but now that I am older, I guess it was because the condition of the body was not something a child should ever see. Now thinking back, I am pretty sure the service was closed casket.” Steven mumbled, as he again was in deep thought.
“Do you know how your dad was killed?” I cautiously asked.
I knew that this question was probably a loaded one and could end up getting my head bit off by AJ but I was willing to take the chance to satisfy my curiosity. Surprisingly though, AJ didn’t say a word; finally, I think he wanted to know something as much as I did. Steven seemed to be almost expecting this question as he instantly gave his answer.
“No, I don’t remember. I don’t even remember if anyone ever actually told me how he was killed. All I know was that he was killed in duty to his country; because of this, he was awarded some medal that they gave my mom since he was dead. I do know that I have asked my mom a few times over the years, but she refused to talk about it, that is other than the day we learned he was dead. Maybe it was her way of protecting me from some gory truth, I don’t know. What I do know was that my mom got sick after my dad died and had to go to the hospital.” Steven sighed and for several minutes didn’t say a thing.
I wasn’t sure if AJ picked up on it or not, but from the way Steven sighed and the way he mentioned how his mom got sick, I was sure she wasn’t sick in the normal physical way. No, I was pretty positive that it was a mental sickness that Steven was talking about and the place she went to was the mental ward. Steven never did go into that though, at least not at this point.
“Because my dad died, my uncle came home. He was also overseas in the military. While my mom was in the hospital, I stayed with him and his family. I don’t remember much; I just remember having a lot of fun; which is a lot, considering that my dad had just died. After that, I remember moving and for a while we stayed at the new place but that didn’t last long and we moved again. I am not sure how many times we moved before we went to Washington DC to get dad’s medal. I am not even sure what year that was. I did see my uncle there but I wasn’t able to talk to him because he and my mom got in a huge argument. I haven’t seen him or my aunt since then. Again don’t ask me why I can remember the argument but can’t remember anything else. Well, I do remember that I was wetting the bed nightly. Shoot, I guess I forgotten all about that part and that was part of what this is all about. You see, I was according to my mom hard to toilet train. As she tells it, I wasn’t toilet trained until I was almost 4 years old. Even still, I wet the bed nightly but I was never punished for it. Right before my dad died, I had finally succeeded in becoming dry at night and I was real proud of myself of this accomplishment and couldn’t wait to show my dad that I had become a big boy. I can’t remember exactly when my bedwetting started up again. It may have been when I was at my uncle’s place or it may have been later when my mom and I moved; whenever it happened, I started wetting the bed again with a vengeance. It seems like my mom at first helped me by buying me diapers to use at night, but again I am not sure if this is a real memory or not. I do know that now, that is before I came here, she no longer bought me anything to help me with my night time accidents and that many times I had to go to school smelling like piss because I couldn’t take a shower.”
“Why couldn’t you take a shower?” I found myself asking Steven.
“Yeah, why couldn’t you?” AJ asked as well.
“Well, some of the places we lived in didn’t even have running water. So I wasn’t able to take any showers in these places and when I wanted to shower I would have to go somewhere else to get one. A lot of times I would find I just didn’t have enough time to take one if I was going to catch the bus in time. This was of course due to not being awakened in time. Then there were times where I was just plain not allowed to have one by a few of my mom’s many scuzzy boyfriends.” He explained to me and AJ.
“Man that really sucks!” AJ grumbled. “I would have told your mom about the guys who wouldn’t let you use the shower and made you go to school smelling like pee.”
“I did try telling her several times but the guys all seemed to think that it was going to be some sort of learning experience for me. They all seemed to think that it would lead to me stopping my bedwetting if I were sent to school like that.” Steven fumed in anger.
“Boy what jerks!” AJ shouted out. “I know how you feel man. I have had a few foster parents that have treated me that way when it came to my bedwetting.”
AJ’s mentioning of his bedwetting seemed to get Steven’s attention and for the first time since maybe that morning it seemed that he looked actually surprised. I guess I must have looked as surprised as Steven because AJ started looking back and forth between us.
“What!” He snapped in exasperation.
He continued to look back and forth at us for a couple more seconds when suddenly it seemed that what he had said only moments before had dawned on him. Now I had expected AJ to act embarrassed as that would be the normal thing a boy his age would do when being found out as a bedwetter, but once again AJ surprised me.
“You got to be kidding me!” AJ looked from me then to Steven. “I thought for sure you knew I was a bedwetter too.”
I of course knew he was talking to Steven here as AJ knew that I knew that he was a bedwetter.
“Actually I didn’t suspect you at all.” Steven said in surprise. “I figured you were just being nice putting up with Ben’s wetting problem. I never even considered that you had a problem yourself.”
“I swear I thought I mentioned it.” AJ seemed to falter here on his certainty.
“Nope, this is the 1st I have heard about it.”
“Steven, please understand that I was never trying to hide anything from you. I am sorry if it seems as if it might have come off that way.” AJ apologized.
“Don’t worry; you have nothing to apologize for. Remember, I wasn’t even going to share with you the truth about me; so you don’t have to feel bad about not doing so with yourself.” Steven explained. “So you are a bedwetter too, that means all 3 of us have something in common then. Anyway, where was I?”
“You were saying that you were sent to school many times smelling like piss because you weren’t able to shower.” I reminded Steven.
“Oh yeah, that is right.” He agreed. “Well because I ended up having to go to school that way, you can imagine how hard it was to make friends. In fact, it became worse than having no friends. I went from being the school nobody each time that we moved to the peeboy! I was horribly made fun of on a regular basis. The verbal was bad enough but the bullying went beyond that. Several times I would get jumped by some of the bigger guys who saw me as small and weak. Let’s just say, it got to the point that I sometimes I played hooky just to get away from the taunts and the bullying.”
“Didn’t you tell anyone?” I interrupted Steven.
“Yeah, I tried once, only once.” Steven sighed as if in disappointment.
“Don’t tell me that they didn’t do anything?!” I was both shocked and angry as I asked this question.
“Yes and no. I went to my teacher and told him that 2 other students in the class had attacked me before school that morning. It had rained the night before and I was walking across the baseball diamond which was pretty muddy. They pushed me into the mud, then made me drink the muddy water and wouldn’t let my head up out of the puddle to breathe until they felt I drank enough of the muck! Not able to breathe, I was forced to do as they told me. Since I didn’t own a backpack, I carried my school books and supplies in a double plastic grocery bag. Before the 2 boys left, they dumped my stuff out of my bag into the mud. They of course warned me not to tell on them like bullies always do, but that day I had no choice because of my ruined school books.”
“Wow, what did the teacher do?” AJ asked and I nodded my head as I wanted to know too.
“Well, he sent me to the principal’s office, where I told him exactly what I told my teacher. Then he betrayed me and called the 2 boys down to the office and they both denied doing a thing to me and said that they were nowhere near the baseball diamond that morning and that several other kids could verify this!” Steven stated angrily.
“Don’t tell me the principal believed them?!” I blurted.
“He told me after he let them go that he had no choice, he had no evidence against them except for my word and they had several witnesses willing to state they were nowhere near where I was. He admitted that he believed me but that there was nothing he could do as he could not prove that the boys were guilty. He apologized to me and did state that the school would replace all of my books and school supplies. One problem arose out of that though…”
“Let me guess…” I interrupted. “They wanted revenge because you told.”
“You got it! You would think that we would have been even at least. I mean, they didn’t get into any trouble for what they did, so why punish me over it? Well they of course didn’t feel that way. Actually for the rest of the day the boys left me alone and stayed out of my way, I am guessing that was to keep them from getting in trouble from the principal. I actually had expected them to take out their revenge on me but when it never happened, I started to let my guard down. It wasn’t until I was on my way home after school that day that they finally took their revenge. Now while I was on school property I was very conscious of my surroundings, making sure to keep an eye out for any of the bullies that like to terrorize me, especially the 2 that I had the run in, that morning! When it never happened and I was safely almost 4 blocks away from the school, I began to feel a lot better; this was when I let my guard down.” Steven at this point got up and started pacing the room.
“So did they beat you up again?” AJ asked him and I could see the concern he had for Steven all over his face.
Steven continued to pace as he answered AJ’s question. “Of course, but this time was even worse. They were mad at me and they wanted to teach me a lesson I would never forget according to them. I have to admit, they were right, it was a lesson I never forgot. Of course this only happened last year! Anyway, they beat me badly, so badly that by the time they were done, I was barely conscious. My whole body hurt like it never hurt before and if somebody hadn’t come along when they did, who knows, maybe I wouldn’t be here today.” Tears were once again falling from Steven’s eyes.
“Man; that must have been awful!” AJ gasped.
“Yes it was! When I woke up next, I was in the hospital. I found out that the person who found me called 911 and I was taken by ambulance to the local emergency room. Those 2 bullies broke my right arm in 2 places, cracked 3 of my ribs, and broke my left ankle. Of course there were also other multiple bruises and minor wounds that they caused as well. Another thing that happened though while at the hospital was that they came across some other suspicious scarring and odd wounds that were not properly healed. Since the doctors felt the wounds were not the type that would be caused by ordinary play or roughhousing, they followed the law and reported it…”
I couldn’t help myself as I again interrupted Steven. “Don’t tell me that your mom and her boyfriends were abusing you!”
“MY MOM NEVER ABUSED ME!” Steven blew up.
“I’m sorry Steven; I didn’t mean it that way.” I tried to apologize.
I had not expected that at all but I guess I should have. Steven seemed to fume for a few minutes, but with some calming help from AJ, was able to calm down and continue his story.
“Sorry, that is just a touchy subject with me. Yes a few of my mom’s boyfriends were not too nice with me and gave me some of those injuries but after learning what happens when you tell on someone, I decided to not say a word when I was finally asked. The person the state sent to do their investigation tried to get me to implicate my mom and her boyfriend but I refused to. Also, my mother made me a promise before I saw the state person; she told me that if I was good and didn’t say anything bad, that she would promise to stop using drugs and go back to work. That she would even dump the creep we were currently staying with and get our own place as soon as we could. I really wanted to believe her so I told the state person about the bullies at school and how they pick on me. With me now awake, they were able to find out that it was school bullies that put me into the hospital. Of course though, I refused to identify who the actual persons’ were. I just told them they were some kids from school and I didn’t know who. Without any help from me and no real evidence, the state closed their case and I was released back to my mother.”
“Well, I hope at least your mom kept her word!” I stated.
“Dummy, if his mom kept her word, he wouldn’t be in here!” AJ snapped at me.
“Just because he is here doesn’t mean his mom didn’t keep her word.” I tried to defend what I said but knew AJ was right.
“AJ’s right, she didn’t keep her word. For a few days she mothered me because I really couldn’t get around too easily due to my ankle and ribs. She even went out and bought diapers for me for my bedwetting for the first time in forever. Those few days she took care of me. Feeding me, helping me to the bathroom, cleaning me up when I didn’t make it in time. She also diapered me each night before I went to sleep and sometimes during the day if she thought I might fall asleep.” Again Steven sighed and I knew that what was coming next wasn’t good. “I don’t know if she was just getting tired of taking care of me or if she was going through withdrawal symptoms that she could no longer fight; whatever the reason was, after about the 4th or 5th day of taking care of me, she left me to fend for myself.”
“What do you mean she left you to fend for yourself?” I asked curiously as I was afraid of where this was going.
“Just what I meant. She and her boyfriend just up and left one evening while I was asleep. She had put me in my night diaper and kissed me goodnight…” Steven’s tears once again made their way down his cheeks and my heart broke for him. “…and the next morning when I woke up, no one was there. At first I didn’t know that, but after calling for my mom over and over again because I had to poop, I decided to try and go to the bathroom myself.” Steven then looked directly at me as if he knew how much his tear stained face was affecting me. “Do you know how hard it is to get out of bed and go to the toilet all by yourself with cracked ribs and a broken ankle without any support? Hard is what it is! In the end, I had to slowly crawl all the way there all while in great pain. Even that is hard when you throw in my broken wrist. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it; at least I still had my diaper on. I went in search of my mom to get cleaned up as I wanted out of that wet and poopy diaper. I searched every room and did not find her or her boyfriend anywhere in the apartment. I was completely alone! It took me a while to do that search as I had to do it slowly and once I had completed it, I collapsed on the floor in front of the apartment door, this way I would know when they returned.”
“Oh man that really sucks! So when did they return?” AJ asked.
“A week later!” Steven replied.
“You got to be kidding me!” I hissed.
“No, they came back a week later and mom didn’t even seem to remember that I was hurt or that she had been gone for a week. She acted like she only had been gone for a few hours. I don’t blame her though, I blame the drugs.” Steven stated, trying to make excuses for her.
Unfortunately he was blind to the truth that his mother made a choice; she chose drugs over her own son. This type of thing happens all too often in this world. At least Steven has a chance to hopefully have a better life now that he is out of that living environment.
“Did you ever find out where she was at for that week?” AJ asked.
“No, mom was really out of it when she came home. I never was able to get anything out of her about it. The only reason I survived that week was because I made my way back to the bathroom and spent the week in the tub naked. This made it easy to clean up every time I had an accident or needed to use the bathroom. I also had easy access to water. As for food, since I wasn’t able to easily move, I ended up not eaten anything at all for the entire week. At least after a couple days, the hunger seemed to go away. When mom did come home, I thought she would start taking care of me again but she still didn’t really do much for me. If she remembered, she brought me food and water. Most of the time, I was stuck in bed in my own bodily waste. A few weeks went by and I was supposed to see my doctor again and because my mother had been stoned, I missed the appointment. Because of the state investigation that was done when I was in the hospital, the doctor was concerned when I didn’t show up for that appointment. Believe it or not, this doctor actually personally decided to check up on me and came by the apartment. When my mother recognized him through the peephole she panicked due to the drug paraphernalia all over the apartment. She told me not to say a word than proceeded to tell the doctor through the closed door that she was in the middle of getting a shower and that I wasn’t even there, which of course was a lie. She ended up agreeing to bring me in first thing the next afternoon, which she did in order to not get any more surprise visits.”
“Now that is a good doctor.” I marveled.
“Yeah he was; he even gave me a free set of crutches so I can get around once my wrist heals up better. At my checkup he told us that my ribs were healing nicely which surprised me considering all the moving around I had to do without any help. He said that I should be able to go back to school soon and that my cast would be coming of my ankle and wrist in a few weeks. Now I wasn’t happy about the idea of going back to school but being able to get around a little easier now that I had the crutches made me feel a little better, of course I would have to wait until my wrist was healed enough to use them.”
“Wow, I guess it must have been real hard to get around on crutches with a broken wrist and cracked ribs.” AJ said thoughtfully.
“Yeah it really was pretty hard at first but once you get the hang of it, it gets easier; besides, I didn’t use them right away. I had to wait a couple more weeks for my ribs to fully heal, by then then my wrist was strong enough for me to use the crutches.” Steven explained.
“That’s good.” I noted.
Steven nodded before continuing.
“Before we left, the doctor did bring up something with my mother. He wanted to know if she ever had me checked out for medical reasons that may be the cause for my bedwetting. He told her that children my age that continue to wet the bed should always be checked out for a medical reason, just to make sure. You know, when I heard that there might be a reason for my wetting that may not be my fault, I was like cool, let’s do the test. Mom on the other hand chose not to. She told the doctor that they had already done the test and they were told it was not medical and that I would eventually stop on my own.” Steven looked at both AJ and me and the look he gave us was one of frustration. “I am almost positive that she has never had me checked for medical reasons. I think she told the doctor that just to get us out of his office. When I talked to Mrs. Betty earlier, she told me that my case worker will most likely have the medical test done, so hopefully I will finally find out if it is my fault or not.”
“Well, don’t get your hopes up and set yourself up for disappointment. Think of it this way, bedwetting is never your fault. It is your body’s way of saying it is not yet developed enough to hold urine through the night.” AJ said trying to encourage Steven. “I had the same hopes when I first came here and at first was ashamed when I found out that it wasn’t medically caused. Later though, after talking it over with a therapist, I came to realize that bedwetting is something that I have no control over and that I should not let it shame me. In the end, I accepted that I had a bedwetting problem and that eventually, when my body is ready, I will be dry.” AJ explained.
“I will try and remember that but I do hope that it is medical.”
Something was bothering me about Steven’s story. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe him as I did. No, it was more a detail that was bugging me that Steven seemed to leave out. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or accidental but for some reason he didn’t reveal how the Doctor knew about his bedwetting. Of course, I guess he could have known about it from when he was there from his brief stay from the initial injuries but any accidents could have been explained away due to trauma. The other possibility was that Steven could have smelled like stale pee when he came in for his appointment. This is a problem for bedwetters who don’t wash themselves properly in the morning after waking up in a wet bed. Then again, I doubted that his mother would have taken him to the doctor’s appointment without making sure he was properly clean and in clean clothes. So this left me back to my original question, how did the doctor know?
“Ben, you okay? You look like you might need to pee or something.” AJ asked worriedly.
“Huh? Oh… Um… No… That’s not it. Just thinking is all. Sorry but I was wondering something.” I looked over at Steven who had stopped pacing and was now looking back at me. “Steven, I was curious about something, you mentioned that the doctor asked your mother about the bedwetting problem you had but you never said anything about how he knew you had a bedwetting problem in the first place.”
“Oh is that all.” And Steven face turned red but still looked relieved, as if he had thought I was going to ask him something else. “You see, on the way to see the doctor, I had to pee real badly. I tried my best to hold it until we got to the doctor’s office. He works with the local hospital and helps with poor people who have no insurance. When not at the hospital, he has regular office hours. Anyway, I was really needing to pee by the time we arrived and it turns out it was one of those places where you have to go up to the front and ask for the key to the bathroom. By the time my mom finally got the key, it was too late! I had made a puddle on the floor and embarrassed myself in front of a room of strangers! Not only that, but I had to spend the rest of the morning in noticeably wet pants! Well my doctor asked about it as he also remembered that I had come in to the hospital in wet and messy pants. My mom told him about my nightly bedwetting and my occasional daytime accidents. Of course the way she made it sound like, my day accidents happened all the time. I want to make this perfectly clear! I rarely ever wet my pants during the day and when it did happen, it was usually due to not being able to hold it long enough to make it to a toilet. As for messing myself. That was only due to rare circumstances like when I got hurt or when I was forced to do it.”
“What do you mean ‘forced to’?” I asked Steven.
I already had a good idea what he was probably going to say based on what he had said already.
“Some of the bullies at my schools in the past like to make me go to the bathroom in my pants. They would give me a choice, either get beaten up or do what they say. At first I refused to do what they said but after being beaten up a few times I found myself giving in to their threats. The thing is, once you give in to them, they know they got you! Fortunately this didn’t happen too often. Then there was one of Mom’s boyfriends that like to make me hold it and refuse to let me go when I had to, until I finally went in my pants. That guy loved to make me do this then turn around and humiliate me for doing it when it was his fault for not letting me go. He only did this when my mom was not around or too drunk or stoned to not notice. Then one day she suddenly threw him out when she came home and found him giving me a bath.”
At this, my radar was going off, telling me that the reason why his mother got rid of that boyfriend was because she caught him doing something more than just giving him a bath.
“Steven, how old were you, when your mom got rid of that boyfriend?” I asked, knowing once again that it was a loaded question.
“Around 9 or 10, I think.” He said not sounding quite sure of himself. “I barely remember the incident and I think the reason why I do at all was because I finally was rid of him. But I think I know what you’re thinking and if you are thinking what I think you are, the answer is, I really don’t remember for sure. Maybe you can say that I am blocking it, or maybe nothing did happen. All I do know was that he was gone and I was glad! Anyway, getting back to what we were talking about, the doctor found out because my mom told him and I think she regretted it almost instantly.”
Well that did explain how the doctor knew. I would have never guessed that his mother would have told him that her son was a bedwetter but then again I could see her possible frustration after him wetting his pants and wanting maybe in her eyes revenge. No, it wasn’t right in any way for her to do what she did but if you look through her eyes, the eyes of a drug addict, you might be able to see it clearer from her point of view whether it is right or not. Anyway I need to pay attention as Steven had started talking again.
“As for my story here, I ended up going back to school 2 weeks later. Surprisingly, no one touched me while I was on my crutches. I am not sure if it was because more of the teachers were paying attention or if the bullies were feeling sorry for me. Now it didn’t stop the taunting and name calling but the physical stuff was completely on hold it seemed. I actually didn’t find the taunts so bad now that I was getting a break from the physical abuse. Then came the day that both my wrist, and ankle cast came off and for a while I was still using the crutches to get around on. That was until the hospital requested the crutches back or to pay for them; of course my mom took them from me no matter how bad I wanted to keep them. I knew no matter whether I needed them or not, that as long as I was using them, that I was going to be left alone. Sure enough, the next day I went to school without the crutches, I got beat up for the first time since I went into the hospital. Surprisingly by the same 2 that put me into the hospital in the first place. According to them, it was payback for again tattling as they were suspected in the attack against me. This time though, they made sure to hurt me but not to the extent to put me into the hospital again. They did warn me that they would be paying me a visit daily until they were sure I learned my lesson. That was also one of those few times where I ended up embarrassing myself badly by not only pissing my pants but crapping them as well. Boy was I glad when I came home crying that day, to find out that we were moving.”
“Were you moving that day or later that week?” I asked. “Also, did you get in trouble for crapping yourself?”
“Mom and her boyfriend had a huge fight and he had smacked her around. When I found out, I wanted to kill him but I couldn’t handle the kids my own age so there was no way I was going to be able to take on him. Anyway, she was pissed, so after he stomped out, she started packing our stuff into our car and by the time I got there she was pretty much waiting for me. To answer your second question, she was not happy that she had to take more time to clean me up. She wanted to be out of there before he got back. She was so upset that she took me to the bathroom and had me get in the tub where she stripped me then sprayed me down. She then quickly washed me, which was something I needed anyway, and then rinsed away the soap before drying me off. She then made me stand there naked as she ran out to the car to retrieve a new set of clothes for me. She had me change into those and told me to just leave the messy ones behind for that ass of an ex-boyfriend of hers to find. Like I said before, we moved around so many times it is hard to remember where we went next. Eventually though, we ended up here in Chicago. Once again my mom ended up with some trashy guy! We moved into his place and like always, I seem to get forgotten unless they want someone to humiliate or beat. This new guy was even worse than all the others. He was making the drugs right in his home. Also, I think this drug was even worse than any my mom has ever taken before because she actually turned meaner. Up until this point, I had never been afraid of my mom…”
There was suddenly a knock on our door and AJ got up and answered it. It was one of the boys I had yet gotten to know.
“I got a message for Ben from Mrs. Betty. She told me to let you know that your case worker has arrived and to come to her office and meet her.”
“Thanks a lot Casey, if you’re going back that way, could you give her a message.” AJ asked him politely, and then looked back at me with a knowing look which puzzled me. “Can you tell her that he will be down as soon as he gets dressed?”
“Okay, I will let her know.” With that, Casey turned and left.
I of course was turning bright red as I realized as soon as AJ mentioned that I needed to get dressed what he was implying. I had been so absorbed in Steven’s story, that I again wet myself. My underwear was soaked and yellowed stained from my pee. Maybe I should have gone to the bathroom after all when AJ mentioned it earlier.
“Damn it!” I swore. “Well, at least Steven can continue while I am changing.” I suggested as I pulled off my wet underwear.
“I guess it is good that I am almost done then.” Steven said as he suppressed a smile. “I promise I will be done by the time you are done changing.”
“Cool, but I need to go wash myself real quick. I will be right back.”
I rushed from the room with just my towel wrapped around my bare waist with a washcloth in my hand. As promised, I was back in a couple minutes, of course I probably could have spent more time and did a better job but I wanted to hear the rest of Steven’s story. And while I started getting redressed, Steven finished his story.
“As I said, we ended up here in Chicago where we moved in with the biggest creep yet! I don’t know how my mom found these guys, but it always seemed like they were attracted to us like a magnet to a piece of metal! This guy was more than just a drug user. Shoot, he was even worse than a drug pusher! As I said, he was actually making the drugs right inside his home! He really got my mom messed up on those drugs too. I don’t ever remember seeing her that messed up before. She also started to get real mean. I tried several times to get mom to stop and hoped that she would see what it was doing to her, but she never did. Then last night, I was asleep when all of a sudden I was awakened by a loud noise and a lot shouting. I didn’t know what was going on. I have to say it scared the shit out of me, and I mean that I had to literally clean the shit out of my pants. It turned out that the police had raided the place but I didn’t know what was going on until someone put handcuffs on me then put me into the back of a police car. Now just imagine what that was like… When the police came in they didn’t come in nicely, they busted down all the doors and made a lot of noise and like I said, it was pretty scary being awakened that way. Anyway, we were all taken down to the police station. Can you believe they actually thought at first I was dealing this stuff at school for my mother’s boyfriend?! They questioned me for quite a while, trying to get me to admit that I was guilty. I am so glad that another officer finally came in and saw the stupidity of what was going on...” Steven paused here and looked as if in deep thought.
I on the other hand was about finished. I hoped that Steven was about done but from the sound of it I could tell he was as I knew he ended up here next. Finally as if he remembered something Steven continued.
“The officer’s name was Lieutenant Grant and he was the one that finally believed me. He also was the one that thought of this place and brought me here. He said he hated the idea of me having to spend the night in jail and he knew somebody who might be able to get me into here. That person was able to pull some strings and got me a place for the day. Now I find that I am even luckier because even though this facility is at capacity already, somehow, someone was able to pull some string and get me a permanent place here until my uncle comes and gets me.”
“Wow, so when will your uncle be getting you?” Asked AJ.
“That is just it, I don’t know where my uncle is and no one else does either. Right now they are trying to find him but they told me that because he is in the military that he should be easy to find and that all it will take is a little time and patients.” Steven explained.
By this time I had finished redressing myself and was ready to go downstairs and meet my caseworker.
“Well, I better get down there before they send up a search party looking for me.” I joked.
“Do you mind if I go down with you?” Asked Steven. “I would like to meet the caseworker.”
“No, I don’t mind at all.” I told him. “The more the merrier.”
AJ decided to stay in the room while Steven and I went down to meet our new caseworker. As expected, our caseworker was with Mrs. Betty in her office, but for some reason I had been expecting a woman caseworker. Don’t ask me why, but for some reason, I always pictured child service and social workers to be women. I guess you may call that sexist, I just call that expectation, considering my major source that I get my information from is the TV. Anyway, if you hadn’t guessed it yet, my caseworker was a man.
“Hello boys, I didn’t expect both of you but since you are both here, please meet your new caseworker, Mr. Jessup.” She then pointed to us. “And these two are Ben and Steven, Ben is of course the younger one.”
“I see, nice to meet you boys.” Mr. Jessup greeted us and offered his hand in friendship.
We both shook his hand and then not knowing what else to do, we just stood there. I guess Steven was waiting to be dismissed and I just didn’t know what to expect.
“Well boys, how about we take you one by one and we will go over your charts. Then I think Mrs. Betty wants to talk to you as well.”
“Excuse me sir, I was wondering, since we are both seeing you today, would it be okay to do it together, that is if it is okay with Steven here?” I asked Mr. Jessup politely.
My hope was that after Steven had opened up to AJ and me; that it meant he was now more opened to stuff like this. Besides, it sounded like he already told us pretty much everything anyway.
“I don’t have a problem with that.” Steven stated.
“Well, normally we like to keep things private between each individual child but I really don’t see the harm in this meeting. All we are doing today is getting to know each other and if you guys don’t mind then I guess we can do it together. Basically during this visit, I will be asking some questions and getting to know you both. I will also be setting up doctor appointments along with possible psych evaluations. But first, let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”
Mr. Jessup led us out of Mrs. Betty’s office and into the clothing room. There was a door that I didn’t remember seeing the first time I was in there. He unlocked the door and let us inside the room. This room wasn’t that much bigger than Mrs. Betty’s office and was taken up mostly by a round table.
“Please take a seat.” Mr. Jessup suggested politely.
At his suggestion both Steven and I took a seat at the table just as Mr. Jessup himself sat down. He had a couple of thick folders in his hands and I assumed that these were mine and Steven folders. I was actually surprised to find how thick that both of them were considering that both of us had just only arrived and neither of us had any real information to put into a folder. This made me wonder what could possibly be inside these folders. I found out that answer very quickly as Mr. Jessup opened what turned out to be mine.
“So, Ben, you were arrested for breaking into a local Catholic Church, is that correct?” He asked as he thumbed through several of the papers inside the folder and scanned them each.
“Yes sir but I really am sorry for doing it.”
“I understand and the police and the church have decided not to bring charges against you. I have to say that you were lucky to have Father Caleb in your corner considering that we still don’t have any verification on who you are yet.” He looked up at me to gage my response and I just shrugged my shoulders. He turned back to the report and continued. “According to the arresting statement, you claimed that you were Benjamin Fuller and that you were a 39 year old man. Would you like to explain why you would tell this story?” Again I shrugged my shoulders. “I see, would you at least be willing to answer truthfully who you are now?”
I sighed knowing that I would have to lie in order to get them off my back on this one, otherwise that might end up sending me off to some psych ward.
“My name is Ben and I am 9 years old. I don’t know what my last name is and both of my parents are dead and have been for quite a while. I have been getting by on the street ever since then.”
“What were your parents’ names?” Mr. Jessup asked as he pulled a new form from the folder and started to fill it out.
“Mom and Dad.” I said without a hint of sarcasm.
Mr. Jessup set down his pen and looked up at me.
“You don’t know your parents’ names?”
“I am sorry; the only thing I can tell you is mine.” I apologized.
“I am sorry as well.” Mr. Jessup apologized. “I guess that means that you haven’t been attending school then?” I shook my head no. “Do you have any schooling at all? Meaning, do you know how to read, do simple math and other things like that?”
I smiled now that I could at least give him some positive information. “Yes, I have been taught how to read and do math and other schooling by some of the other bums that I lived with over the last couple years.” I explained. “They felt that even though I was on the street that I still needed an education, so they made sure I got one.”
“Well, at least there is some good news. We will have to test you to see what grade we need to place you in. When you get enrolled in school on Monday, they will do that then.
He continued to ask me several questions, some of them I was able to answer and most of them, I was not able to give one. Finally, he came to the question that dealt with my bedwetting and day wetting accidents.
“Okay, I see that both of you boys have problems with bedwetting. Ben, I also see that you have been having several accidents during the daytime as well. I see that it is not only limited to your bladder but also bowel issues.”
I turned bright red as Mr. Jessup mentioned the pooping incident. Why is it that everyone kept referring to that one time accident like I had a bowel problem! Now if Steven didn’t know before, he sure knew now about the incident, of course I wasn’t about to let him or Mr. Jessup think I was some little pants pooper.
“Mr. Jessup, I don’t know why it isn’t stated in the file, but I was forced to poop myself.” I stated very clearly.
Mr. Jessup looked back at the file and read a few lines and frowned before saying, “I see.” He then looked back up at me.
“It says according to your file of that you were asked if a boy named Peter had hurt you or in some way made you have your accident and you denied he did at that time. Then at a later time you made a statement that Peter did make you have your accident. You see where the problem is, Peter on the other hand denies having anything to do with it. Now I will say that the staff does believe you but because of the denial and your word against his, they can’t punish him for it. I will though, change the official record to show that the soiling was not your fault but a forced upon act caused by another boy here at the home. I am sorry if we made it sound like you are a pants pooper and I hope you accept my humble apology?” Mr. Jessup asked sincerely.
“Yeah, I guess so, and to be honest…” and here I turned red again as I continued my explanation as I wanted to be truthful. “…I did poop my pants today, but you have to understand that it wasn’t like I was just sitting around and suddenly I pooped myself. The best way to explain it is to say that I have been having a very wicked case of Montezuma’s Revenge!” I explained.
“I see; well, if you feel the sudden need to go, please feel free to just get up and go. Just make sure to come straight back here when finished.” I nodded my head to let him know I understood. He smiled in return and got back to business. “According to Mrs. Betty, both of you have requested to wear protection and have agreed to wear cloth diapers. At this time I don’t have a problem with this but I do want to get both of you in to see a specialist if the doctor doesn’t find anything wrong which I have a feeling will be the case. Hopefully I can get you in to see the doctor in the next couple days, someone here will let you know when and will get you to your appointment. Hopefully if I can get it set up right, both of them will be back to back so it will make it easier for the home here. Anyway, for now, I will authorize the cloth diapers for night time use for both of you and the GoodNites for daytime use for you Ben.” As Mr. Jessup’s stated this last part, he looked over in my direction.
“I was wondering sir, if you could do me a big favor?” I asked and as soon as I had his attention, I went on and asked my favor before he had a chance to refuse. “Last night was a real bad night for me due to having waking up wet several times throughout the night. I just got tired of not getting any sleep and so I finally asked if I could wear protection. I figured a place like this had to have something for boys like me and even though they I was told that they weren’t really supposed to, I begged to wear something in order to just be able to sleep. Now Mrs. Betty is telling me that they are going to get in trouble because of me and I am hoping to convince you not to report them for allowing me to wear a diaper.” I pleaded my case.
“I see… Well, State regulations are very clear in this matter…” Mr. Jessup’s started “…but I guess I can overlook it this one time.”
Mr. Jessup’s then focused his attention on Steven. Like me, he had a hard time getting a lot of clear cut answers to his questions. Steven at least was able to give him a little more info than I had been able to give. He repeated a lot of what he had told AJ and me upstairs in our room though he kept the more personal stuff to himself. He was interested in where Steven was living during the time he had been beaten up.
“Steven, if you can remember what hospital you were at, maybe we can contact them. We can then recover your medical records there and start to work backwards.”
“Sorry Mr. Jessup’s, I don’t know the name of the hospital. I am not even sure if anyone ever even told me the name of it.” Steven apologized.
“No problem Steven. How about this, do you remember where you lived at during this time?”
“I don’t remember the specific address, but I remember we lived just outside Las Vegas in a trailer park. You could see the lights from the strip from where we lived.”
“I see.” Mr. Jessup’s mumbled as he wrote some stuff down on a few of the papers in what I assumed was Steven’s file. “That is going to be useful in helping us back track your records. I just wished we had more specific information to help narrow things down.”
I realized as Mr. Jessup’s was speaking, that Steven had failed to mention to our caseworker about the doctors making the alleged child abuse report to the State. Even if the State dropped the charges, I figured they would still have the original complaint on file considering the possibility of it being true. The thing was, I wasn’t sure if it was my place to mention this and I already came close to ruining our friendship once already today, well, twice if you count this morning but technically we were not yet friends then. I decided it was best to play it safe.
I bent over close to Steven and whispered in his ear. “Steven, if you tell him about the doctors making that report to the state while you were in the hospital; all our caseworker would have to do is contact Social Services or Child Protective Services and they can get all the information from the report.”
I wasn’t sure what he was going to do as I sat back up in my chair. I know he doesn’t want people believing that his mom abused him but I hope he understands how important this is and tells Mr. Jessup’s about it.
“Mr. Jessup’s, there is a way you can find out the information you want to get…” Steven then proceeded to tell him everything about the accusations that were made by the doctors and how they were reported to the state.
“Thank you Steven! I know how hard that must have been for you to talk about with me. I hope you can also feel able to tell me anything; no matter what it is, I am here for you.”
It was at this point that I suddenly felt a familiar gurgling in my stomach and lower intestine. Not wanting to take any chances, I did exactly what Mr. Jessup’s told me to do in case of such an emergency came up. I got up and after a quick apology sprang for the door.
I quickly made my way to the toilet and with luck on my side, the bathroom was completely deserted. As soon as I locked the stall door, I dropped my pants and sat on the porcelain throne with the thought “I made it”! A few moments later, I was once again giving the inside of that throne the full treatment. I tried my best to push it along but I found that as much as I wanted to hurry, I could due to the continual cramping. I would cramp and a few moments later I would blow! When the cramping did finally stop, I had to have been on the commode for at least 15 minutes.
As I made my way back to the room, I got as far as to the Clothing room where I found Mrs. Betty helping Steven pick out his clothing he would need while here.
“Hello Ben, Mr. Jessup’s asked me to tell you, that he enjoyed meeting you and that he will be seeing you again shortly. He also informed me that you talked him out of violating us on our infraction over allowing you to wear diapers.” Mrs. Betty smiled warmly. “I would like to thank you for myself and the staff for what you have done for us.”
“No Mrs. Betty, I need to thank you. You have been nothing but kind to me and you and your staff didn’t deserve to get into any trouble over me.” I explained.
“You are a good boy Benjamin. Mr. Jessup’s was able to fill out some of the paperwork I have needed to get filled out and I appreciate you telling him the truth. He also approved both of you boys’ requests for diapers, but you both already know that.”
Mrs. Betty asked me to stick around while she finished helping Steven pick out his clothes, so I decided I might as well help him take them all up to his new room, it wasn’t until we left the clothing room that I found out where Steven would be staying while at the home.
“Well Steven, I am sure you have been wondering where you will be staying at while here with us?” Mrs. Betty asked with a smile as she closed the door to the clothing room behind us.
She knew she had both of our attentions as we both looked up at her in what I could best describe as eager hope.
“Steven, since you have been getting on so well with AJ…” She then nodded in my direction. “…and Ben here. I don’t see any place better to put you other than in with them; that is, unless a bed opens up somewhere else.”
I almost shouted out in joy when I got the news and one look at Steven and I could see that he felt the same. Even so, we could barely contain ourselves and were about to race up with Steven’s bags of clothes when Mrs. Betty reminded me of why she wanted me to stick around.
“Just a moment there Ben, I think you are forgetting something.”
Of course I couldn’t remember what it was I forgot at that moment and shook my head no. Was I actually becoming the little kid I feared? I felt myself acting more and more like one all the time!
“I asked you to stick around as I think you are going to want these as well.”
Mrs. Betty than walked me over to that one supply closet where I knew the GoodNites were kept. She then took a bag and filled it with GoodNites.
“I think these should get you by for a while. When you need more, just let one of us know. As for both of you and your night diapers, that will be taken care of before you go to sleep. Talking about Sleep, Kip will be bringing in a fold up cot this evening. It will already be made and I expect you to go ahead and remake it every morning before folding it back up. This way you boys will have more space inside your room.” Mrs. Betty then paused for a moment before clearing her throat and continuing. “I suppose there is just enough room in there for a small desk and chair. I will also have that brought up around the same time as the bed. Unfortunately, with the extra bed and the desk in the room, there will be no room for a third dresser.”
“Don’t worry Mrs. Betty; AJ and I can share room in ours for Steven’s clothes.” I offered.
“Well, that is kind of the both of you.” Mrs. Betty said appreciatively. “Well, you boys run along now and stay out of trouble.”
Steven and I did not need to be told twice. We both grinned at each other and made a beeline for our room.
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