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Thank you, I'm pleased that you're enjoying the story. I do usually mention the public hair in my stories, but for Jake's story I didn't really feel like it added anything to the plot although I completely agree that it can make a difference to some readers.

5: The First Day Theo I didn’t sleep well, but that’s not new. I tend to toss and turn, and eventually get some light sleep at around 2 or 3 AM. But it felt worse than normal. I’d felt exhausted after getting home, and so I’d rushed to my room after dinner, to just try and hide from everything. But the one thing you can’t hide from is your own brain. And I kept going over the events from yesterday. The bet, the wet pants, everyone knowing, the failure, and then this stupid school policy. I’d got a tiny bit of sleep, but at around 5, I was awake, and couldn’t go back to sleep. I’d noticed a message on my phone from that same unknown number. I’d accidentally opened it, but I’d made a deliberate effort to not read what it said. But I eventually gave up, and saw the words. “Just checking in with my favorite kiddo before tomorrow. Principal Bell wants us to take this seriously, so make sure you go potty before bed. I’ll have the logbook ready first period.” It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I thought he was going to tell me I needed to do something, because of that stupid “little boy” part of the bet. I suppose he was going gentle on me. It did mean I would need to get used to being called “kiddo”. But I made my bed, so now I needed to lie in it. I couldn’t speak out against that treatment. Make sure you go potty ... I’ll have the logbook. Oh, god. This was real, and he was taking it seriously. Why was he reminding me of the logbook. I still don’t know how this was going to work. I’d blanked out when they were discussing the specifics, but I knew there was something about scheduled toileting times. Or what I’d probably be forced to call them by Max — potty breaks. And Max just needed to report whether I’d “gone” or not — that was the exact phrasing. But that was ambiguous: did it mean whether I’d just actually followed the scheduled break, and tried to use the toilet. Or whether I’d actually used the toilet. I’d tried to clarify with my Mom, but she admitted she didn’t know either. Everything was already feeling like too much. I kinda just wanted to stay home. But I’d already been told that wasn’t an option. My mom pointed out that I tend to avoid doing things, and so if I avoided going to school now, I’d never face this. That doesn’t mean that there wasn’t this hollow, nervous feeling in my stomach. Just imagining the school front doors, let alone any of the rest of it, filled me with dread. I could feel the panic coming on. I needed to feel in control. I tried a breathing exercise, which seemed to help a tiny bit. I wasn’t feeling calm yet, so I tried one of the grounding exercises. 5 things I can see: my bed, my chair, my computer, my lamp, the duffel bag on my chair. That didn’t help things — it did the opposite. I couldn’t hide things when there was an obvious bag that was there deliberately to be filled with a spare change of clothes. I ended up getting out of bed — might as well face the day. I’m not feeling calm or in control, but I can at least approach things practically. I ended up getting the clothes I was going to put into that bag. Here I was, in senior year, packing a bag with a change of underwear and pants. That wouldn’t feel too bad, except for the policy the daycare I work at has regarding those: every single child needed to have a stored change of clothes. So I’d inadvertently been made to feel exactly like one of the daycare children. And the fact that I’m not trusted to keep my pants dry — the fact that this is now a requirement for me — just serves to highlight my embarrassment. And what’s even worse: what if I don’t prove them wrong? What if I do end up needing that change in clothes? And there was an even quieter part, that I refused to acknowledge. What if part of me actually wants this? Not the system or any of that, but the extra support and care? Max I woke up with a smile on my face. It didn’t last long before it turned into a frown: Theo still hadn’t replied. It wasn’t like the message really needed a response, but I would have liked something. There was something else on my phone: I’d received an email of the log form from Principal Bell. The attached log was disappointing. It just had the school logo on the top, and the words “Student Log” below. It had space for the date, and then two columns, one labeled “Time” and the other “Notes”. That was no fun at all. Principal Bell did say I could make any modifications. For me, the “toileting log” had exactly two goals: it needed to look professional and helpful, but it also needed to be as embarrassing as possible for Theo. Not just to embarrass him, but rather to remind him he was a little boy. Making the required modifications on my phone wasn’t going to be easy. I’d need the laptop downstairs. The grounding rules meant I had to use it in front of my parents. I grabbed a slice of toast from the kitchen, as I headed to the breakfast nook. My parents were there, and I was able to use the laptop when I explained I needed it for school. The table was messy, despite the obvious effort my Mom put in to try and keep it neat. There were baby food stains, and some crayons that had somehow rolled over to where I was sitting. As I was getting the document open, I noticed my Mom looking at the clock. “Can you make sure Luke goes potty right now? He’s on a two-hour timer today, because he kept forgetting yesterday. If we don’t stick to the schedule, the daycare is going to have a mess to clean up.” I almost giggled. Theo and Luke were on the same potty schedule today, it seemed. I took a glance at Luke’s potty chart. It was a reward chart, with stars for when he did end up making it. That wasn’t exactly the format I needed. Before the reward chart, the daycare had sent a “Potty Training Readiness Chart”. That was much closer to what this needed to be. That had had a column for the state of Luke’s diaper, and then a column for what he’d done in the potty, if anything. And then a column for what action Luke had done — had he used the potty, had he had an accident, had he refused to use the potty. There was also the diaper changing chart from before that, where there were just letters and symbols used. I wanted to use a similar system to the readiness chart for Theo — he worked at the daycare, so there’s no doubt he’d recognize the format. It would seem both encouraging — “yes, I believe you’re ready for potty training”, and belittling. There were little icons on Luke’s one, if I remembered properly, and it was in a childish blue, with big boxes. Theo’s couldn’t look the same, but I could match it in spirit. It was simple enough to just add those extra columns. Obviously, Theo wasn’t wearing diapers, but it could mention the state of his pants. I needed the log to be obvious. So, just the headings weren’t enough. But I couldn’t use juvenile language. Even though I wanted to. This was going to be going to Theo’s mom and his doctor. I ended up adding “Status: Dry/Damp/Wet”, “Type: Urinary/Bowel” and “Action Taken: Toilet Used / Refused / Accident”. I ended up printing it on the network printer. As I went through to pick it up, my Dad got there first. He took the page out and looked at it, confused. “If I didn’t know better, I would have said this was a chart from the daycare. But it’s got your school header there. What’s going on?” I’d prepared for this — it was all going to come out eventually. “Principal Bell asked me to help monitor a fellow student who’s been going through some severe academic and stress issues. I just need to make sure he stays on track between classes, so he doesn’t slip between the cracks.” “Oh, that’s incredibly mature of you. That’s quite a bit of responsibility to take on.” “Th-Thanks,” I responded awkwardly. I loved getting praise from him; it wasn’t generally forthcoming. And I’d normally have been very eager to receive it. But, for some reason, it almost felt wrong to get praise for this. Yes, I was “helping out”, but it was all fake. But maybe it was worth it. Theo Getting to the school took more courage than I wanted to admit. I couldn’t get it off my mind that the rumors would still be spreading around. A senior wetting his pants in the cafeteria is big news. I’d asked if we could get to the school early. I wanted to be at the school before all the others arrived. I didn’t want anyone to see me handing a bag over to the principal, which would look suspicious. I handed the bag to the principal. She nodded and put it in her closet. “I’m sure you’ll get through this, Theo.” I ended up sitting and reading inside Mr. Cooper’s classroom. I could have gone to the steps and waited for Nate and Rose. But I kind of wanted quiet. Today was going to be hard enough, without needing to be extra social. I’d told myself to just go with the flow. Three days, and this will be over. And one day with Max, and then I’ll find someone else. I wasn’t really sure how I was going to do that. It needed to be a fellow classmate, but someone who they didn’t think would be biased. Hey there. I know this might sound weird. Can you sign this paper every two hours confirming that I didn’t wet my pants? How the hell was I going to be able to say that to anyone? It would be confirming that the rumor about yesterday was true. That “Theo Montgomery peed his pants.” No, worse! That “Theo Montgomery is a pantswetter!” At least Max already knows about this. Mr Cooper nodded as he saw me, but didn’t say anything. I think he could tell that I wasn’t in a talking mood. I knew I’d need to clear out soon, and get the books from my locker. As the bell rang, I started heading there. Max was already standing right by it. He had an official looking clipboard in his hands. I didn’t want his taunts first thing, so I started talking first: “My mom said I can choose an unbiased peer liaison, Max. I’m finding someone else.” “Morning to you too, buddy. It seems you still need to be taught some manners. Didn’t you agree to be my little boy?” I groaned. Max continued, “But sure, go ahead, Theo. Who are you going to ask? You want to ask some random kid from one of your classes? You think they won’t talk? By third period, the whole senior class will know you needed a bathroom escort.” He stepped closer, and his voice got softer. I hated when his voice sounded gentle. Or rather, I hated that I didn’t hate it. “With me, it stays quiet. You’re my little boy, but it doesn’t need to go further than that. To the rest of the school, I’m just helping you out. Anyone else is going to look at you like you’re broken.” He wasn’t wrong. Anyone “unbiased” probably would love to spread the rumor. He’d got me boxed in. I looked at the “log” itself. It looked official and neat, but the column headings were a shock. Did they really want it to be that detailed? There’s absolutely no way I’d be able to answer those questions. In fact, it looked familiar. The daycare sends a chart just like that to the parents of toddlers soon before potty training. There was a worse connotation, too. The fact that it mentioned poop implies that I wasn’t just wetting my pants. And yet, the chart looked reasonable from the outside. My cheeks were reddening. I couldn’t ask someone else to do this. I nodded, and whispered “Ok.” “I wish you were a little more enthusiastic, Theo. After all, I’m trying to help you. Can you try show me you want this? Remember, you agreed to be my little boy. I’m not seeing much of that little boy here.” He was right. I had made that bet. And maybe if I really acted into it, he’d start finding it boring, and stop? I put on the best babyish voice I could. “Okie, Maxie. I a little boy and you my buddy that’s twying to help.” It felt forced, but Max lit up. “Good boy, Teddy. Now, how about we fill this chart in together. Just so we have a proper baseline. First off, what’s the status under those jeans? Are we starting the day dry, or do I need to make a note?” I whispered, “Dry, duh”. He wrote that down in the status column. “That’s good. We’ll have you potty trained in no time. Speaking of, did we go potty at home? Have you gone potty this morning?” I grit my teeth and just nodded. That didn’t really need a reply. “For poopie or peepee, Teddy?” I blushed, but replied “Both.” “Good, but in future, I want you to say it properly for me. But there we go, one log down.” He grinned smugly, ruffled my hair, and walked off. I got what I needed out of my locker. Today was going to be a long day. But hopefully it would be better than yesterday. *** After the first log entry, the morning had a slower start than I was expecting. I wasn’t really paying attention to the lessons. I was able to follow along, but I could tell that nothing was really sinking in. There were some whispers going around. I heard my name quite a few times, and words like “pee”, “splash” and “wet”. There were a few glances at my chair and my crotch area, like they were expecting me to actually wet myself again. No, I was not going to let them get to me. Nate and Rose had been such a help today, in keeping me sane. They didn’t treat me any different, even though I was quieter than normal. Just listening to the silly arguments was fun. Rose had suggested that I join the Debating team again, and I was starting to run out of excuses. As the bell rang for class to be over, I saw Max. We didn’t have the same classes — most of mine were AP classes, which I don’t think he’d be able to manage. He was already by the class door, and casually walked in. He approached the group. “Hey, Theo. It’s time to do a check-in. Principal Bell wanted me to make sure we stick to the schedule today.” I wish I had been able to forget about that stupid log. It had almost slipped my mind, and then Max had just casually brought it back. Nate and Rose just looked at Max with confusion. I was about to start explaining, when Max cut in. “I’m just helping him out with some administrative stuff for the office.” He pulled me away, and I looked back to see the suspicious looks on both of my friends’ faces. As we left the room, and everyone was out of earshot, Max changed his tone. “So, buddy, have we been a big kid? How are those pants doing? Still dry?” I sighed, but nodded. And then remembered that I wanted him to get bored with the baby act. Which means I needed to play into it. “Uh-huh, Maxie. I dwy.” I recoiled as I heard my voice. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to keep that up. Max was still walking with me, and it dawned on me that he was “walking me” to the toilets. “You, know, Max, you don’t need to come with me. You can just tell them I went.” “New rule for you, Teddy. When we’re together, I don’t want you talking to me like that. So I’m just going to ignore whatever you say. If you want to say something, say it like the little boy you are.” Um, okay. But how was I going to say that as a “little boy”. “I can go potty awone. You don’ needa come wif.” “You’re not wrong, kiddo. But this way, I can be absolutely certain you went. That way, the log is more accurate. What if you say you went to the potty, but you didn’t really? At least I’m not taking your hand, to take you there.” As we got to the toilets, Max waited outside. “Right, now, Teddy, you go be a big boy. And then come back and tell me how it went.” I didn’t really need to pee. But I complied. I went to the urinal, and had a few tiny drops come out. I washed my hands, and then headed out. Max greeted me as I left the room. “So, Teddy. Did you go potty?” I didn’t want to repeat myself, which meant I needed to say it in the little boy voice, “Uh huh. I went peepee. A tiny bit.” “That’s great, buddy! And did you remember to flush and to wash your hands?” I nodded. “Well done! We’re gonna get you out of wet pants in no time. See, you just proved you can be a big boy.” There was something in his voice that felt so different from normal. I was so confused. Mainly at myself, more than anything else. Why didn’t I feel embarrassed right now? Why did I feel slightly... proud, almost? That’s not how I should be feeling, right? “Come on, let’s get you to your next class, then.” He “dropped me off” at my French class, and I was still feeling so lost. I wanted to hate what just happened. Any rational person would, having someone check up on you and record your toileting is supposed to feel embarrassing. But right now, part of me was wanting to smile about it. Not the whole process, God no! But the way Max had been there felt like it made a difference. *** The next two periods mostly passed in a blur. I’d been able to calm down the panic, and it meant that everything was functioning “normally”. In fact, other than panicking about what people might say, today had been a surprisingly panic-free day. Which really didn’t make sense at all. But instead of focusing on my academics, my world felt like it had got smaller. And somehow more manageable. All I needed to do was stay dry for the next few days (which shouldn’t be hard to do) to prove I don’t need that support. And then everything will go back to normal. The next scheduled time was after fourth period. Which lined up with my lunch time today. But I’d be avoiding the cafeteria, thank you very much. Instead, I was going to spend the time looking over a few more of the scholarship details, to see what needed to be done. That had kind of been forgotten in the rest of the jumble, but it’s still an opportunity I want to try and take. Max was at the door right on time. Weirdly, my heart started pounding a little. But I looked at him properly. The gentle tone from earlier was gone. In front of me stood the Max I was more accustomed to. His expression was blank and hard. And in that moment, I was reminded of why I resented this so much. I don’t want to be a bully’s plaything. But I was going to go with the flow. It’s three days and then it’s over. As long as I keep my head up, this feels very doable. I’m not going to let my fear of other people control my actions, or let other people’s misconceptions make me feel embarrassed. I saw why Max had changed. He wasn’t alone, his Pack was with him. Instead of waiting for me to join him, he stormed into the room. He tossed the clipboard down, and made himself at home in the chair of the nearby table. Kyle, Brad, and Nick crowded round, snickering. “Hey, there, buddy. Looks like you’re quite busy. Not scared you might have another accident?” Brad mocked and jeered. “I can’t believe you actually pissed yourself in front of us, yesterday, dude. So much for being a star student, seems you didn’t even pass kindergarten,” Nick added. The Max from earlier would have stopped them. He would have been there for me. He would have made me feel protected. But the Max in front of me didn’t do that. Instead, he played along. “Buddy, we don’t want you to have any more accidents. So can you be a good boy and come with me, and go potty? What are your pants looking like? Still dry?” “Yes, I’m dry, Max. I don’t need to go. Just make your stupid log and leave me alone.” Max faked confusion, just glaring at me. After I didn’t say anything else, he turned to his group. “Hear that, guys? Think he’s trying to use big boy words. But I don’t think he’s cooperating with the principal’s schedule.” He turned back to me, and dropped into a patronizing whisper. “I don’t think you answered me correctly, Teddy. What did we say the rule was? Try again. Are your pants dry? If you don’t answer, I’m going to mark off that you were non-compliant.” So much for today being okay. This was just a reminder of who Max really is. He’s still a monster. That “gentleness” earlier was just a fluke. Or worse, maybe it was a trick to make me let my guard down. And this was a reminder that there wasn’t anything Max wouldn’t do to keep his own reputation intact. But I didn’t feel embarrassed or anxious. No, I’m just pissed off. I babified my voice, but made it as angry as I still could. I was considering sarcasm, but knowing Max, he’d twist it to make it seem that what I’d said sarcastically was actually the truth. “I dwy. I don’ needa go potty.” Max marked it off on the log. “It’s what the schedule says, Theo. Even if you don’t feel you need the toilet, you still need to try. I don’t want to need to force you.” “Fine,” I snapped. I forced myself out of the room, walking to the toilet. I went to one of the stalls, and sat down. I knew I didn’t need the toilet, so of course, nothing happened. I left the toilet, and Max had caught up. “I’m so proud of you for trying, Teddy. Were you able to go potty?” Max asked. The others were with him. I hated needing to use the toddler voice. I needed to still prove that I had some dignity. But if I didn’t say it in that voice, Max would just make me repeat it anyway. “Uh uh, I didn’t go poopie or peepee.” “That’s alright, buddy. You’ll get there eventually.” I stalked off, in the opposite direction to the cafeteria. I assumed they’d want to get food eventually, so they’d probably leave me alone. I hated that I didn’t have the same lunch period as Rose or Nate. Right now I really just wanted to vent. Three days of this. One day felt bad enough. I needed to prove I was still in control, that this was just a blip. That Max hadn’t broken me. But every time I needed to speak like a baby, it broke that. And I hated that even after all that, there was a part of me that still didn’t hate Max. *** By the time it got to the final “scheduled toileting time” for the day, I hadn’t got any calmer. I didn’t need the schedule, and while I was willing to comply with it, just in order to prove that it was silly, it didn’t mean I needed to go along with Max’s other antics. Why did he need to know what I actually used the toilet for? Why did he need me to talk in a stupid voice. Yes, I’d made that bet. And yes, I hated breaking my word. But no, I could not allow someone to treat me like this. It felt like my skin was on fire, and like I wanted to break something. And like I was drained and exhausted at the same time. It didn’t help that I was running behind in class. Chemistry was not one of my better subjects, and I still had a lab I needed to finish. The plan was to just tell Max to buzz off when he arrived. The bell rang for the end of class, but I didn’t leave. I didn’t really have anywhere else to go (my next period was a free), and I wanted to get the lab completed as well as possible. Every little bit counted for the scholarship. I saw Max standing by the door, out of the corner of my eye. But I refused to acknowledge him. I think he got bored waiting, because he eventually walked in. As soon as he got close enough, I snapped. I didn’t want him to get the first word. “I’m not going, Max. Look at me. I’m perfectly fine. I haven’t had an accident in my life, before yesterday. I have a lab to finish, and I am not letting you march me down the hall like a child anymore.” Max sighed. “Theo, I didn’t pick out the times. It’s listed on the chart, do you just want me to leave it blank?” “I honestly don’t care! This whole stupid thing is your fault — you figure it out. Just go away.” Max looked resigned, but he didn’t push me. Instead, he just left, taking that accursed log with him. Which was good. It felt like triumph, like we were in a competition, and I’d just beaten him. See, Max, you can’t make me play by your stupid rules. Max Oh, Theo. I almost wanted to shake my head. I kind of felt sorry for him, but this was also too great an opportunity to miss. He’d literally just said “figure it out.” So, I was essentially given free reign. He probably thought he’d won a victory there. He didn’t realize I was holding all the cards. I couldn’t leave the log empty: that would put me in a bad light. So, I came up with my own story. Why was Theo refusing to go to the toilet. Well, according to the log I was going to write, because he’d already almost had an accident. And wanted to hide it. Let’s see how Theo reacts to that. Theo I finished the lab quite soon after Max left. I did actually end up going to the toilet during that free period, but that wasn’t something Max needed to know. The scheduled times didn’t mean that I couldn’t go at any other time. But if I pointed that out to Max, he’d probably add that as a limitation. Anyway, I was busy transferring the books I didn’t need to take home into my locker when Max came up to me. He gave me a file that contained the toileting log for today. “Don’t forget, your Mom needs to see and sign off on this, Theo.” I didn’t want to show any emotion, so I just took the file. But I noticed there was one entry that looked quite a bit longer than the rest. “You thought you were being a big boy today, huh? Telling me to go away, and not going potty?” I glared at him, and then started reading. “I didn’t have an accident, Max. Your log is a lie. I was fine.” Max shrugged. “That’s not what it looks like on paper. And who is your mom going to believe? The guy who has been ‘safely managing’ you all day, or the stressed-out kid who is in denial? If you keep throwing tantrums, I’m going to have to tell Principal Bell that a standard schedule isn’t working, and that we might need to look at some other measures.” Shoot. He was right. Even when I don’t follow his rules, Max wins. I can’t get out of this without Max twisting it into something else. How was I going to explain that log entry to my Mom? I’ve just been telling myself I need to prove that I don’t need this support, that I’m not having accidents. But that’s not what the game actually is. The game is convincing Max that I’m compliant enough that he doesn’t need to make things up. The only way through this was being a good enough “little boy” for Max, so that he doesn’t take it out on me. I hate you so much, Max. I wanted to tell him that. But I just kept quiet.