Comes Around

[Pre-Teen Bard]

Chapter One

It started innocently but ended badly. I wasn't planning on doing it. It just something I did. It started on the last day of school. I was leaving school sore but feeling good. Final exams was tough both physical and mentally. I was fifteen and just got out of Middle School. I should have been in High School last year. Well the past is the past. I just got to move forward.

I unlocked my bike and was about to ride away when I saw a perfect target. I'm not mean kid. I don't beat anyone up but I do love to tease and shamed them. In front of me was a seventh grade nerd. He had braces and looked more like a ten-year old. He was also the same size. He was talking to a girl. The girl was polite and listened while her face told me that she wanted out of there. I walked up behind him. The girl saw me. I put a finger to my lips. She knew I was up to something so she smiled. This encouraged the boy because he though she was smiling what he said. I bent down to mimic pulling down his pants. She nodded. In one swift motion I pulled down his pants.

The boy tried to grab his pants but they were out of reach. His shirt was down so you couldn't see his underwear. I took care of that. When I stood up, I lifted his shirt up exposing his underwear, his panties. Yes, he was wearing panties, little girl style. Very Cute. the girl pointed and laughed.

The boy struggles with me. He tried to bend down to pull his pants up. I lifted him up. He raised his legs to reach his pants. However, now the girl could get at them.

"No," he pleaded.

She grabbed the pants and took his pants completely off. He just lost it. Tears ran down his face as he cried.

I let him down but removed his shirt as I did it. I handed the shirt to her. She took him by the hand and lead him away. I could hear him crying and other kids call him a sissy boy.

"Having fun?"

I turned around. It was Annie. My girlfriend. I smiled. "Yes, I am."

She frowned. "Aren't you too old for this behavior?"

I was taken back. "Fifteen isn't that old for fun."

"And yet you're in the eighth grade."

"Graduated from the eight grade."

She smiled and put her arms around me. "Good for you. It's about time you have made into the High School.

I looked into her eyes. "I was only held back once. The second grade. But I am glad to be in High School. No wrestling there. I kept getting pinned even by girls and younger students this year.

She kissed me on the forehead. "Almost a second time in sixth grade and third time in seventh grade. You were just lucky. That tutor really worked her butt off to get you by. She felt sorry for you when you came by on open house for fifth graders. You were so polite to her." She shook her head. "I saw the pictures and videos that got posted. The girls always used a cradle hold." She played with my hair. "They held you like you were a little baby." She laughed. "Now on to business. Interested in a job?"

I pulled away. "A job? Why would I want to a job for? It's summer break. I worked hard and I need it. Time to have fun with my friends."

"It'll be a easy job. Babysitting at night only. The mother is single and has to work graveyard for a month. From 6pm to 6am. You'll be sleeping most of the time."

I frowned. "I don't want to change diapers."

"He's ten and out of diapers."

I put my bike helmet on. "No, and that's final." I rode away.

[Pre-Teen Bard]

Chapter Two

I got a call about half way home. It was my friend Mark. "Hi, Mark. Ready for a fun filled summer. What? You're going on a cruise for a month. This sudden. Your parents just told you. Well have fun." I hung up and my other friend Fred called. I couldn't believe it. His family was also going on a trip. They were going to Disney World. Great now what was I going to do this month till they got back. Do I really want to do that job. It sounded easy and my days would be free. It wasn't enough but then I remembered the new IPod touch. I needed the 64gb of memory and this job was the only way I could afford it.

I called Annie. She picked up on the third ring. "On second though I will accept the job." I knew she must have been smiling. "Where is it?" The address was just a block from my house.

I rode down to it. I rand the door bell and the mother answered. "You must be George," she said. "Annie just called and said that you will take the job. I'm so gratefull. I was so worried. I need this job and couldn't bear to leave him alone." She paused. "Excused my bad manners. Please come in." She lead me into the living room. "The job doesn't start till tomorrow. Tomorrow is fine with you."

"Fine with me, mam."

We went into the dinning room. The boy was at the table writing. "This is my son, Mark. He's ten-years old."

I patted his head. "That's a good age to babysit for. I won't have to dress you or change your diaper."

His mom said, "No, Mark's a big boy. He hasn't worn diapers in years. He's even dry at night. It's only been two weeks but it's a start. I'm glad he's learned to use the toilet at night instead of peeing in his bed like a baby. I almost put him back into diapers."

Mark was upset over the talk. "I'm going to my room to study." He left.

I was puzzled. "Study? Isn't school over?"

"Yes, but he loves studing. He's going into the tenth grade."

"Tenth grade? He should be going into the fifth grade."

She smiled. "He's smart."

"If he's so smart why does he need a babysitter?"

She shook her head saly. "He's smart but not mature. I can't trust someone who just learned to keep his bed dry. Most five-year olds can do that."

She showed me around the house. It took around ten minutes. When we got to Mark's room he must have finished studying since he was playing games on he 3DS. He winced when his mom showed me the plastic sheets on his bed. "His bed is double sheeted just in case he's too lazy to get up to use the toilet. All you have to do is remove the one layer and you'll have fresh sheets all set. No need to strip and remake the bed during the night."

Mark was upset. "I won't. I have been dry for two weeks now. I wish you would remove those baby sheets."

"You know the deal." She was firmed but not angry. "You got five more weeks of dry nights and then it comes off." To me she said, "I don't want to get the mattress wet. I'm making sure this dry period will last. He's been dry for two weeks before when he was eight. I removed the protection and guess what?"

"He wet the bed."

"Yes, and not just once or twice but two weeks straight. By the time I wised up to the fact that he wasn't going to keep his bed dry, the mattress was ruined." She turned back to Mark. "I'm not making the same mistake twice."

I played some games before I went home. He was a good kid. If he stayed dry this job should be easy.

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Thanks for the comments. Sorry for the delay. I hope to surprise you. Here's Chapter Three.

Chapter Three

I packed a suitcase with my pajamas and clothes for the next day. I even took a six pack of soda. They may already have but I wanted a gift since I didn't have any toys he might want to play with.

When I got there his mother had dinner ready. The food was good. I told her about the soda. She said, "I don't mind just as long as he uses the toilet. More fluids mean more practice. If he goes back to wetting the bed, I want it to happen sooner rather then later."

Mark smiled. "Thanks for soda, sir. I will enjoy them." He had a nice smile that I liked.

After dinner she had one last instruction. "When he does get up to use the toilet he does need some help. So don't be surprise if he wakes you up. Even several times a night. Just help him to the bathroom, pull down his pajamas and put him on the toilet. Then back to bed. Nothing to it." It did sound better then changing diapers.

Mark was the good boy while his mom but after she left his true nature came out. I offered to play him a game of Madden football. He accepted. While I set it up, he said he needed something from his room. I smiled. "No problem. It will take a minute or two to start."

The game was ready when he got back. I handed him a control and he threw powder in my face. I started sneezing. He started laughing. "Got you good." The sneezing didn't help my game. At half time, I was losing 39 to nothing. He even gotten two safties on me. The sneezing was gone so I made bet. "The loser has to play the soda hunter."

He said, "Ok, and let's add that if the hunter picks the wrong soda he'll have to wear a ketchup filled hat as well."

I agreed. With no sneezing I should be able to catch up since he should have scored more in the first half. It started off good for me. I scored five touchdowns to just one field goal. I almost had safety on him but just missed. "I'm still winning and there is only three minutes left." Then I started a series of pass that got me down to the 20 with two minutes to go. I got a pass off but he intercepted it. "Yeah, I'm going to win," He started to dance. "Just need to run..."

"Flag on the play," I said. It was pass interference. "Touchdown." I got two point conversion. Score was 43 to 42. "Now, I'm winning."

He smiled. "I still have time." He almost did. He got it down to one but fumbled the ball. I recovered the ball. "Drat." The ball was on the one yard line and twenty seconds to go. I just needed to run one play or two. I ran the ball for a one yard gain. There was no room to just down the ball. He called a time-out forcing me to run another play. I handed the ball off. His player broke though the line. I sneezed and moved my player right into his. I was still in the endzone. I broke out free but right into another player. My player went down. Time also had run out. He jumped up. "Safety. I win." He had, 44 to 43.

He set up sodas, He shook all but one. "See I told you I would have fun with them."

I laughed. "You won't be able to fool me. I will get you with one of the sodas and the hat will go on you."

He moved the soda cans around but I kept an eye on the safe one. He stopped. I smiled. I knew which one to pick. I rubbed my nose with my hand. I didn't know there was powder there. I started to sneeze again. I tried to keep my eyes open but couldn't. Once I stopped I reached for the safe can. He moved the can close to my eyes. He opened it. I was shocked when the soda sprayed into my eyes. He said, 'I moved the cans while you were sneezing you idiot." He opened another can soaking my hair and a third to soak my shirt. I couldn't see and my shirt was soaked so I couldn't use it to dry off. Then I felt something on my head. It was the hat. It was full and now ketchup rolling down my face. It stung my eyes and I started to cry.

His hand was now on the top of my head pressing more ketchup out making me cry more. "I got you. You little cry baby." He kept my hands down. I couldn't see so I at least I didn't have to seen the grin on his face. After a minute or so, he let me go and I head to the bathroom. At least I remembered where it was. I got myself cleaned up. It took me a few minutes but was glad to get cleaned up.

When I got out he was there laughing. He was looking at his phone. He then showed me it. He had taken a photos of me with the ketchup all over my face. "Now you'll do what I say or I will post this to my web page for all your friends to see and know you lost to a ten-year old." I agreed. Not much choice. "I will give you a break for tonight since I have already gotten you." He opened a soda. He knew which was the safe one. He drank it slowly. "This is going to one fun month." He finished the soda. "Tonight, I will need to pee a lot. So be prepared."

We got ready for bed. He didn't make a fuss about and went to sleep quickly. I read for half an hour and then went to sleep. It didn't seem long before he woke me up. He looked barely awake. I took him to the toilet got his pajamas down and on the toilet. I held him while he peed. He even fell asleep. He was really peeing in his sleep. The only difference is that it is in the toilet and not his bed. Would it be easy to get him back into the habit of the wetting the bed again? He needed to be brought down a peg. However, I didn't want to have to change his sheets so I rejected the idea. He woke me up two more times. This job will be as easy as I thought.

[Pre-Teen Bard]

Chapter Four

The next night the mom was late and I had to fix dinner for Mark. He told me that I had a "special" dinner. It was baby food in pouch, mostly vegetables. "Baby food for a cry baby." He put the tube in my mouth and pushed the food into my mouth. He did fruit at first. It tasted just like any fruit. Then came the vegetables. It was horrorable. He did it slowly so the taste lasted long. What made it worse that he leaned me forward so the food stayed in my mouth longer also making me taste it even more. "I don't want you to choke." was his excuse. "Only four this time." He didn't let me wash my mouth out. "Taste it all night."

"Mom has a pie for you but I want you to wear it and not eat it. Let's play football again."

"Why not just stick in face," I said.

"It's more fun this way. To beat you and shame you about it."

I thought with no sneezing powder it should be easy. I was wrong. He wasn't even trying last time. I was slaughtered. "You play like six-year old. I bet one could beat you.' He teased all though the game. I couldn't even get a first down let alone a touchdown. He scored twenty touchdown and ten safties. That made the final score 160 to nothing.

He had the pie in hand. "Arms down. Remember the photo's." I had to do it. He rubbed on my face and top of my head. He told me to leave on my head. I tried not to cry but I just couldn't help myself. He enjoyed my suffering. It was then I made up my mind. I was going to make him back into a bedwetter even if I did have to change his sheets.

While he was getting dressed for bed, I looked for more sheets. "What are you looking for?" he said.

"Sheets for your bed."

"Don't worry about that I won't wet it and besides the bed is double sheeted even if I did. All you have to do is remove one. No need for more then that."

I looked up. "What if you have two accidents."

He stared at me. "Ok, just in case." He showed me where they were. I did notice a package among them. He grabbed them from me. "We don't need them." I saw enough that they were diapers. "Mom threatened to make me wear them if I didn't stop. I would make you wear one but they won't fit you." There was another package in drawer but I didn't tell him that. He hid the other one. He got into bed. I gave him a glass of water. He took it without comment and drank it down.

I got into bed myself. I had thought about putting the diaper on but worried he might wake-up and take it off. Then he would be warned. He needed to potty soon. I didn't bother with pulling down his pajamas. I put him on the toilet and got him back to sleep before he started to pee. I said, "Hold on, hold on." After he was asleep, I took him to his bed. Once tuck in, I said, "Now pee in your toilet." I waited but he didn't. He got up. I put him back into bed but he kept getting up. I just took him to the bathroom and put him on the toilet. I thought so much for making him a bedwetter. It sounded to easy in my head.

The next two nights went the same way. One night it was baby food again and me in just my underwear. The next night I had a sundress on from one of his cousin. He just regretted that was the only clothing she had left. He wanted to see me in a bra panties as well. I also had no luck getting him to wet his bed. I even tried the diaper on him. He didn't wake up but they didn't fit even him. His mother wasn't good at sizes or he had grown since she bought them.

He gave me money to buy my own baby food. "Make sure you get plenty of vegetables. You're still a growing girl. Also get some formula and baby bottles to drink out of."

On my way to store, I saw the seventh grade boy who wore panties. "Do you want me to pull your pants down again so everyone could see what a sissy you are?"

He frowned. "I'm not a sissy. Mom was punishing me that's why I was wearing panties. I normally don't." He pulled down his pants just enough for me to see that he was wearing normal boy's underwear.

"Good for you." My mind seems to reached out to his mind. I could sense that he needed to pee badly. He was on his way home to use the toilet when I had stopped him. He was right in front of his house at the time. In my mind there were many switches and dials. One switch said "Need to pee". I turned it off.

The boy had a puzzles look on his face as he should be doing something but didn't know what. A knob said, "Empty bladder." While I turned it in my mind, I look at his pants. A wet stain appeared and grew big around his zipper and them made a trek down both pants legs. He realized what he was doing second after it began. Ad hand appeared in my mind to turn off the flow. I kept the hand away. The gage kept getting lower and lower as his bladder empty into his pants. The hand did by me and turned the knob. However by that time, the gage read empty. It was all in his pants. His pants were soaked and leaking into his socks.

He turned and headed to the door. I got there first and rang the bell. He opened the door and ran into his mother. He tried to get by his mother but his mother stopped him. "What's the rush?"

"He had an accident," I said. I pulled him back so his mother could see his wet pants.

She grabbed him. "You're too old to be doing that. It seems just wearing panties isn't enough for you." She looked at me. "Thanks for catching him."

"Your welcome." I said and went on to the store. I got the basket and thought maybe I could do to Mark the same as I did to the boy. I hoped I could. I picked out baby food but level 3. It might taste better. The formula was for older babies. Baby cereal along with little bowls and spoons. The sippy cups I hoped he would accept instead of baby bottles. I then saw pull-ups for bedwetters. It looked like it would fit him. That way I didn't have to change sheets.

"Finding everything?"

"Not sure."

"I see you're shopping for a baby and bedwetter?"

"No, for the same little boy who can't stay dry at night."

"How old is this boy?"

I picked up the bedwetter's pants. "He's ten."

"How often does he wet?"

I said, "Every night."

She smiled. "Good idea to treat him like a baby. Here's a few suggestions. Level two is much better. It's more then level one but taste the same." She replaced the threes with the twos. "Good idea with vegetables. More embarrassing. Now for the formula the infant is much better." She exchange those. She picked up baby bottles. "This is much better. Put the baby on your lap and hold the bottle while you feed him." She put some pacifier in the basket. "Babies need binkies." She took the bedwetter's pants out. "Diapers are much better. They won't leak."

"There are none that will fit him."

She picked up another package. This one had a boy with a diaper on. You could tell by the tapes. The boy look about ten. The size was just right for Mark. "These should fit. They are extra-thick and absovebent. It should hold all his pee and remind him that he's still a baby. Cloth diapers are the best. This the next best thing. It also has a wetness indiacator so everyone can know what he had done in the diaper. In the morning it's good to have him walk around in a wet diaper."

"Thanks for help."

"Welcome."

I went to pay for the items. When I got home, I put the items into the suitcase. I smiled when I headed over. I might have to eat some baby food but this night should be the last.

[babyredhead]

Great addition!!

[aldl4811]

I like where this is going... he is purchasing items that will lead to his own demise!

[Cute_Kitten]

Uh-oh, I think trouble's brewing for him.

[sissydreams]

looking good so far

[Pre-Teen Bard]

I hope to throw some curves. Do you know who will get in trouble in the next few chapters?

Chapter Five

I got ready for my plan. I brought the diapers but kept them hidden. The other stuff I would let him see after his mother leaves.

This time his mother had dinner. "Sorry about last night. I should at least feed you both."

"That's ok. We managed." Mark smiled at this comment. I knew he would feed the baby food in spite of dinner. At least I would get him back when he reverts to wetting his bed again.

Once his mom left, I show him what I had bought except the diapers. He took the items and went to him room. That was it. I was shocked but glad. He stayed in his room and just didn't come out. What was he planning I thought but had idea what the answer. I just hoped it would last.

I got on the couch with a book and started to read. It wasn't long before my mind began to drift. It was almost like sleeping or was. Not sure. I was in a school. There were many students and they all looked like elementary school age from 6 to ten. This was not what I expected. I had no idea what to do. I went into one class. It looked like third grade. I walk though a group of students and realized I was the same size. We, all boys and no girls, were wearing the same thing. White shirts with blue shorts with suspenders. I took seat when the teacher came in. It was Mark. He was as tall as an adult. He smiled at me.

He said, "Good morning class."

"Good morning, teacher,' they said.

He came over to my chair, got me up and lead me to the front. "We have a new student. His name is Georgie. He's just like you except he's still working on going potty. He's not wearing big boy pants like the rest of you." He pulls my pants down enough so everyone could see that I was wearing training pants. "I really think he's need diapers. See he's already wet. Who wants to take him to get him changed." Hands went up. He picked one and I had to go with the boy.

He took my by the hand as if I was his younger brother. We passed different class rooms and a bathroom for the students. Almost got their when we passed a door that said "Mark's bathroom." I tried to go but the boy stopped me. "That's for Mark and not for students." He took me into a room marked "Second grade changing room." He smiled. "Only second graders wear training pants. I wondered how you got into third grade." I saw him fidget a little. He must need to pee but really wanted teach the new kid a lesson.

The adult looked at the boy. "Did you have an accident? You just did make it out of training pants a week before school started."

"No, this new kid did." He undid the suspenders and let my pants fall down. I was clearly wet. She picked me and put on the changing table. I could tell the boy couldn't wait much longer. I put up a fuss that delayed my being changed. I got spanked. It hurt but it was delay that did the trick. He just couldn't hold it anymore. He cried as he peed in his pants. The adult teased him and threated to put him in training pants. After I got changed, he was put on the changing table.

The adult with so busy with the boy, I was able to leave the room. I went to Mark's bathroom. It wasn't a bathroom. It was a control room for his potty skills. It was just a computer. It looked easy. It had symbol for all the functions: pee and poop, day and night. I tried to access the night pee control but it asked for a password. I had no idea and all my guesses were wrong. I tried to use just mental force but failed at that. Then the door opened. It was Mark. He just laughed and took me by the hand. "You thought you could make me a bed wetter. You failed. I won't.'

He took me to a room marked Georgie's bathroom. He made me sit in front of the computer. "You're going to doing it o yourself with just a little help from me." He took my hand and made me use the mouse. He opened up the night control. He knew the password since he got them from my head. I had to uncheck the use potty at night and check the use diaper or bed. I knew what that means. He whispered in my ears. "I found the diapers. You will be the one wearing it and not me. Time to wake-up." Just as I was waking up, I looked into his head. I was surprised what I saw.

I was awake. Mark was on top of me. My hands were behind my back. "Got you. Surprise is much better." Baby food tube was in my mouth. It was disgusting to eat. After three tubs, the baby bottles was next. "Need to fill up that bladder, so you can empty it in the diaper." I realized I was wearing a diaper. He must have put it on my while I was asleep or whatever I was. "I was just pretending to be asleep last night. I got pictures of you in that diaper. A wet diaper will be much better." After the fourth bottle, he put me to bed. "Sleep wet." he said as he left the room.

During the night, I felt the need to pee. I tried hard to get up and just made it. However I went back to bed. As I fell asleep, I felt my bladder empty into the diaper. I felt so ashamed of myself.

Mark woke me up in the morning. "I'm dry. What are you?" He felt my diaper. "You're wet." He took pictures of me. "Keep that diaper on till you get home otherwise I will tell." He giggled. "You'll be one that will need a babysitter."

I put my pants over the wet diaper. I just hoped I didn't smell that bad. When I got home, I took off the diaper. It was getting worse. I had still had most of the month to go. I just had one hope. The information I got from his head. Would that be enough to turn things around?

[Pre-Teen Bard]

Chapter Six

I was ashamed of having to face another night in a diaper that I walked slow to Mark's house. I saw the boy which I now know his name, Ben. He had a dress on. At least I can get him. I lifted his dress. He had training pants on. "Are you wet?"

"No, I'm dry. I'm working on getting out of these training pants."

"You mean panties." At looked at the log book in his mind. He didn't have any accident since he gotten into training pants. I set his controls so that would stay in training panties. He would use the toilet some of the times. Just enough to keep him out of diapers. The stars on his training panties started to disappear. "Not any longer." He ran to do but that didn't do him any good.

I got to the house five minutes late. "Sorry for being late."

"No problem," She said.

After she left, Mark said, "The fun starts just before bedtime. Enjoy not being diapered."

This gave me my chance. I had to take it and hoped it would work. I was back at the school. This time I was in first grade and a diaper. A blue shortall with a ducky on the bib was my uniform. Mark was still the teacher. I asked to go potty to get out of the class. Mark said, "You're wearing your potty." He laughed and so did the whole class. It wasn't long before he said, "Time for diaper change." Since most of the class wore diapers we were taken in a heard.

It was then that I managed to get away and head to Mark's bathroom. Now it was my turn. I turned the knob. It was locked. A hand was placed on my shoulder. It was Mark. "It's not going to be that easy. I knew you would head here."

His arm felt strong. What was I to do? He was mentally stronger. I was getting upset. This should not be happening. I grabbed his arm and pulled it away. It dawn on me. I was emotionally stronger then him. I used that as a weapon. He was shock as I wrestled him to the floor. He shrunk as I held down. I was now bigger and dressed like a teacher. He was in shortalls. I peek inside. He was wearing a diaper as well. I got the key from his pocket and let him up.

I opened the door and let him inside. I sat him down. He crossed his arms. "You don't know the password."

"I saw them in your head last night. You were careless." I opened the program and entered the password. He was shocked. I put his hand on the mouse. "Dry nights are going to be the thing of the past." I had him click on "I'm a bed wetter." and "I will stay in bed and pee there." Then I saw something interesting. I had him click on it. "I will forget that I was wet last night." I said, "Your mom and even you will think you have been dry. She will remove the rubber sheets from your bed at the end of the month. However you will still wetting the bed but then you won't have a diaper on to protect the mattress. I bet your mom will punish you even worse then night-time diapers." He cried while I laughed.

I woke up laughing. Mark was on top of me but with a puzzle look on his face. He had a baby food pouch in his right hand and a baby bottle in his left. I lifted him up. His arms and legs were waving in the air. I got up and then sat down. I put him over my knee with him face up. The tube went in his mouth. I slowly squeezed the baby food into his mouth. He didn't like that at all. When that was empty, I grabbed another. "You must be hungry." The baby bottles were next. He felt the change inside of him that he just sucked on the bottle. He finished off three bottle total. "A nice soggy diaper for you. I will stay dry while you won't." I didn't take the diaper he had put on me. Showing a dry diaper would shame him more. While he finished off the last bottle, I put a diaper on him.

I put him to bed. "I know you will stay in bed all night."

Before I went to sleep I made I changed my setting to dry at night and also my password so he couldn't change it back. I slept though the whole night without being woken up even once. I checked my diaper. It was dry. I went to check on Mark. I woke him up. "Are you dry?" I had the outside of his diaper. "No, it's wet." He was ashamed by the wet diaper.

I got him out of the wet diaper and cleaned up. Once dressed he forgot about the wet diaper. When mom got home, she praised him for his dry bed. He was proud. He really though he had stayed dry last night. I had him.

Each night after his mom had left he would remember. I fed him the baby food and formula from a bottle. He had very little desire to fight back. Even though he did have a few dry nights at first but in the last two weeks he was wet every night. He was never that bad before. He knew he had lost the fight of staying dry at night. I asked him what he was now. He said, "a bed wetter." I also kept reminding him once I was gone, he won't wear a diaper but he will still be wetting the bed. "Your bed will be unprotected. Your mom will be furious. That is when the fun will start because you will remember your accidents and know how helpless you are to prevent them."

At the end of the month the mom was so happy that her son was still dry. "No more rubber sheets for you." At first Mark was happy but the memory of the wet diapers came back. He knew he was doing to be in trouble. He had no diapers to put on and he knew he was really a bed wetter. He was going to ruin another mattress. Then what his mother would do he could imagine.

[Pre-Teen Bard]

Learning how to copy and paste from Word might make things go faster since I can write a little each day and post as soon as I finish a chapter. The chapter might even be longer and I can slow the story down. It seems to be going to fast.

[Pre-Teen Bard]

I have changed some details from the story that now on my hard drive. I think I will try to edit that copy and then try to copy and paste here.

[Pre-Teen Bard]

Chapter Six

It didn’t long for me to spend half the money I got for the babysitting job. The new Ipod touch was great. Not only could I listen to music but also play games. Mom wasn’t upset about the purchase. “Well you did earn to get it this time. And I’m so glad you made it though the 8th grade. You had me worry that you might repeat another grade. Once is bad enough.

[Pre-Teen Bard]

Chapter Seven

The days seemed to go by slow. I closed my thoughts to other people’s mind. There was no point in going around controlling people’s bladder. I had enough fun for now. I did keep on eye on Mark and Ben. Not much to tell about Mark. There was no sign of anything wrong. Since the accidents happened at night, it was no surprise. Ben wore a dress or skirt. It was easy to check his diaper. Most of the time he was dry but did catch him once or twice in wet diaper but no solid diaper.

Two days latter on Friday, I went to the mall with my girlfriend, Annie. It was mostly window shopping. We talked about how I can control people’s bladders. She wanted a demostration but I didn’t feel like it and nothing she did changed my mind. I just had to find someone. Mind you I wasn’t looking that hard.

We went by many typical stores: clothing, baby, music, books, video, food and other things. She wanted to go into a mattress store. There were many different sizes and style. One that gave you massage and other that move you up and down. None of them matter to me. Annie didn’t show much interest either so that puzzled me.

She stopped a clerk. “Do you have a mattress for a bed wetter?

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Chapter Eight

I dreamed I was four years old. I was in a toy store looking at baby dolls. I wanted one but then took me hand. “You want a boy toy. Not a girl toy.

[Pre-Teen Bard]

Chapter Ten

The store he pointed to was on the third floor. We were on the first floor. Jill suggested the elevator but I said the esculator was a better idea. She agreed. It took a little longer but wanted to hear Mark plead with his mother. He didn’t. He know it wouldn’t do any good. I was disappointed but his gloom mode did help.

The store sold underwear and pajamas. “Hi, I’m Tina. How can I help?

[Pre-Teen Bard]

Sorry for the delay. I hope this gives you some idea of what might be ahead.